Chapter 6
Escape
Roberta hadn't yet recovered from the deepest and most satisfying orgasm of her life. The trainer pressed a button on the remote control tucked into a jeans pocket releasing her from the hogtie position. With the whine of an electric motor her limbs unfolded leaving her prone on the table.
He put a hand on the limp form to prevent it falling off the table for the new slave was only semiconscious. The sweaty dishevelled state of the attractive young woman, spread over the table, left her looking like the leftovers after a banquet.
Roberta moaned from the touch of his cool hand on her hot skin. She wanted to shout the word 'Bastard!' at him for what he had done to her. Not for giving her the most wonderful orgasm ever but because it had happened while she was tied up helpless and he had made it happen so casually.
He should have been in animal lust too not taking advantage of her when helpless while he nonchalantly sent her into such an overwhelming state of sensual need. He had taken her over so very completely she had hardly known where she was or what was happening. How dare he send her into paroxysms of ecstasy in such a careless way!
She had lost control before a friend, and a stranger too, leaving her feeling sullied as well as angry. Her mouth was too dry to speak otherwise she would have earned a punishment for speaking out of turn for showing her master disrespect.
He let her calm down, gauging the mood by the breathing rate, which was deep and heavy. He could feel her heart beat return to almost normal through the light touch to her back. Her back was marked by the crop but its redness would disappear by tomorrow for they had been light strokes.
"You have learnt something about punishment and reward, Slave," he said, emphasizing the word 'Slave'. He noticed she didn't balk at the provocative word this time as she lay without even a flicker of an attempted censure. He had given the woman more serious issues to think about.
He flicked her ass with the crop to gain attention. She hardly moved. Her hands and feet drooped over the edge of the table and it was these that flickered into life first. "What have you learnt from your master, Slave," he demanded. He watched her suck in a deep breath attempting to gather spinning thoughts.
"To respond quickly and show respect, master," she sighed.
This wasn't perhaps the best answer but she was struggling to say anything at all. He smiled and stroked her hair. It was matted with sweat like the rest of her body, she needed a shower. Before that was allowed she would need to work hard.
Roberta looked up through half open glazed eyes. Seeing her friend looking at her she concentrated on focusing. Meaning to apologise for her wanton behaviour she instead looked at her in astonishment. Turning her head to the other woman she was surprised to find the same reaction. They were both looking at her not with scorn as expected but a plain look of envy. They both wanted the attention she had received and was still getting.
The trainer lifted her off the table onto a mat. He pulled her limbs into the shape desired and once she mastered it she was ordered to stand up. "Now assume the position. Hold it for three minutes. It will seem a long time having to squat in an uncomfortable position but you will get used to it," he laughed. The young woman brought out a playful side of his character and so was enjoying the training session.
Melanie too looked wistfully at him wondering if she could achieve a move that might impress him. It was difficult to reconcile feeling protective for a friend and resentful of the attention she was getting.
Despite what he had done to Sandy she too was feeling jealous. Despite the earlier protests the new slut was enjoying displaying herself! She had managed to spread her legs out sideways just to impress the master. Even from a glance it was possible to see how excited she had become, yet again.
As for that performance on the table, it was positively vulgar. Surely she wasn't really carried away like an animal in heat from just being touched by him. Perhaps she was planning on seducing him as part of an escape plan. Well, there would be no luck there for she had tried to get him off guard with sex and it didn't work.
Roberta found it hard work despite having practised yoga positions at home. These poses were unusual and he was very demanding, making sure she held the exact position. She felt a fool when it suddenly hit her what she was doing. Each of the poses was designed to flaunt her sex or strengthen muscles for a sexual encounter.
Thrusting out her sex, asshole and breasts was degrading but she had to do it or suffer the devious Sirik chains pulling her body into a helpless hog-tie position. Most of the positions were demanding on muscles never before used that way. Completely naked except for the chains meant her soft private flesh was now on public show. It was daunting to find flaunting her body was turning her on.
Being ordered quickly from one position to another gave no chance to reflect on the demeaning positions. The style of training was working on her. With lots of encouragement, little teasing strokes from his finger tips, biting slaps of the crop and the ever present threat of being hog-tied, she was soon trying hard to please.
He held his hand out, in place of a master's penis, while she positioned her splayed legs. She moved forward slightly but was puffed from the previous exertion. "Just a little more," he said. As way of encouragement he stuck out a thumb.
She realised she was meant to impale herself on it. This morning she would have spat at him for making such an awful proposal. Exhausted, needing a shower and wanting a meal, she tried harder. On the hard floor she pushed with her hands and feet lifting her hips up in a mighty effort. With eyes closed, her teeth clenched, she felt his thumb nudge her sex.
Or rather Roberta had pushed her sex up to his thumb to nudge it. 'I'm expected to push my sex onto his thumb!' she cried inwardly. The dreadful thought slapped her face bringing a bright red colour to it. She knew there was nothing she could do to avoid it. Like it or not she was giving in to this awful demand.
With a desperate effort, using the very last spark of energy, she thrust her hips forward pushing her sex onto his thumb. She felt his digit slide over her wet lips and enter her gaping hole. Fingers prodded her little hard bud and it felt as though her whole sex was blossoming at his touch. She rocked back but he held her in place with that intruding thumb.
So well balanced was she, upside down in a crab position, her whole body swayed with the slightest movement of that invasive thumb. It was both terribly humiliating to be at the mercy of just his thumb yet at the same time devastatingly erotic. It was as though he had her suspended on the end of this digit, keeping her dangling while he made up his mind what to do with her.
Twisting the thumb round rubbed her clit. She felt the palm of his hand cup her crotch and knew this was a symbol, that he had her in the palm of his hand. He could do anything he liked with her! As his captured Slave Heart she would fervently obey. A sweet heart was an innocent girl, but a Slave Heart was anything but innocent; rather it was earthy, it was sensuous and intoxicatingly carnal.
She felt him push a little finger into her asshole and whimpered. Roberta was a strong willed woman who would never let anyone probe her there. He was demonstrating a strong power over her, letting her know he could use her anywhere and anyhow. He had her wrapped around his little finger and waggled it inside her virgin ass. When he pulled his hands away from her crotch she collapsed back onto the ground.
"Come on, up you come, one more time, one last effort," he told her. This time he slipped a bench beneath her torso to rest on. Her feet were flat on the floor with both arms dangling beside it. She had at least learnt not to close her legs and kept them wide open. It gave her crotch a chance to cool down too.
"Open wide slave," he told her. He watched her mouth open, unaware of why or even that she was doing it. He slid his cock between a pair of strong sensuous lips. Her eyes flickered open showing the whites in a state of surprise. She shouldn't have been startled for hadn't he just fucked her mind, pussy and ass. Admittedly he hadn't used those holes extensively but the last hole was inevitable. Her luscious pouty lips were an obvious target that any man could imagine using.
He was getting to use them, though only briefly for there were more pressing requirements to train her for. Still in a state of need she sucked on it like a pacifier drawing the head into her mouth. He felt the powerful suction and almost gave in to the enticing thought of an orgasm.
He shoved deep into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. She choked and the vibration hummed tantalisingly over his hard penis. He withdrew until the head was in the grip of her lips. Again he plunged in. Despite the rough treatment she tried to accommodate him. This test of her resolve showed how easily and thoroughly she had succumbed to the training.
The trainer had guessed correctly over which buttons to press and how deeply to press them. Caresses with occasional whipping brought her to a state of need that made her susceptible to his demands. The stimulation from pain needed to be sparing for this one. Her friend Melanie was the other way round.
He looked at the two women looking on with longing looks. It was very satisfying to realise they too needed his cock. They gasped in unison as his penis pushed at her throat. They whimpered in harmony with this slave as she made pathetic little sounds seeming to arise from deep within her body.
It sounded as though his cock was nudging some kind of squeaky toy in her belly. The three women were moaning and groaning together. With gentler pushes his penis went deeper down her throat as she learnt to take it. It was often this way. Once resistance had been broken the slave quickly learnt to obey and became eager to learn new tricks.
