Someone for Everyone - Part 1 - slave girl sara
"jade, go warm the Master's bed."
"Yes Sir."
I got a slap on my bottom as I passed the house Manager. I turned on him, not as turned on him horribly, it was more surprise so turned round.
"So, dissent girl, let me make a note, twenty cane strokes, report to me in the dining hall at noon tomorrow."
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir."
Twenty was a lot, but to be fair I was getting more and more just lately, for nothing, not that he needed an excuse. The last few times I was fastened down and caned, then left for public view and use. Some would slap, some poke, the gardeners would always have me suck them and try to fuck the life out of me, sometimes queuing up, so one up me and another in my mouth. Mothers would bring in their elder teenage sons and would give them instructions how to fuck a girl.
Twenty was a lot though.
He was always looking for excuses to beat us staff, from me, subs, maids to the cook, girls and boys and it was always in public and everyone attended, or they were next.
The best part of bed warming for the Master was I had to bath first, so that was nice.
"jade, go outside to be hosed down and scrubbed by the stable lads, He does not want you in His bath."
"Yes Sir."
The stable lads were washing the horses down after their exercise.
"Mr. Waldron said you are to wash and scrub me down before I bed warm for the Master."
"Can we fuck you jade if we are gentle with you?"
I nodded.
"Come and stand next to Major."
Major was a big black stallion who headed the Master's breeding programme.
They undressed me, which did not take long, I only had a dress on. Being the house slave I had to be quickly available in case He or one of his sons, or indeed the senior staff here, needed to fuck me. It was a good few times a day normally, the record being eleven when He held a stud open day and I was serving drinks and was kidnapped into the tack room by visiting grooms, that was a great day in many ways.
The head lad fingered me and licked his fingers.
"Get on all fours fuckbag."
I was washed as my large tits swung below me to their amusement. One held the halter on my head with his cock in my mouth ready for his turn, as another mounted me like a horse, then the next, then the head lad went up my bum as the others slapped and nipped my tits.
"Please stop, I will do anything."
"Ok be here every morning before breakfast and after tea to be fucked or wank us, deal?"
"Deal."
I was hosed and washed again then spanked over the head lad's knee for being a poor fuck.
"You had better buck more in the morning too, or horse whipped."
"Yes Sir."
They all stood with their pants down and cocks dangling.
"A wank and a suck each to seal the deal."
I knelt and wanked two as I sucked the other.
I ran to the house, up the back stairs and into the Master's room, he was waiting, his forked long-tailed tawse slapping his hand.
"Push your tits up bitch slave, let's turn them crimson."
I pushed them up as high as I could while he swung the tawse. When I could stand the pain no longer, I let them go, screaming.
"Not the right colour yet bitch slave, lay on your back with your hands behind you."
He whipped and whipped until he was satisfied with the colour.
"Someone said your slit was slack, legs up and wide, and wank me as I bruise you tighter."
I must have got thirty full on my pussy, I was yelping like a scalded cat. He undressed and fucked me hard. He had me up all night riding his cock, it was no small thing, it felt like he was the size of Major.
Before I was allowed to leave, he bent me over the main staircase landing balustrade, spanked me in front of his watching audience then fucked me so my red tits swung, to the cheers of his household.
I ran down to the stables but had just missed the lads, they were out on the morning gallop.
I stood for breakfast and cook said I was to report to Mr. Waldron`s office it eight-thirty. I knocked on his door and he let me in.
"Strip and kneel."
He unzipped, wanked his cock and pushed it straight down my throat so I gagged. He stood me up by my so sore nipples and bent me over his desk for a fucking in my so sore pussy.
"The Master had decided he wants a change, someone younger with more up to date ideas, you are to be entered in this month's slave sale in the city next week, so you need to be mark free. Lunchtime will be your last caning, and the Master has increased your caning to add ten to your tits and slit. He will also fuck you straight after your punishment, any questions?"
"No Sir."
It was soon lunchtime and everyone was counted, and all were present.
"Over the table girl, not before time you are to be taught some manners."
Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack. The first five across my recent spanking.
Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack across my back had me screaming.
Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack. The second set over my back, it was agony, so I was relived the last five went to the top of the back of my legs.
I was screaming but took the punishment I earned.
Everyone shuffled to stand as the Master came in and roughly rubbed my bottom and back.
"Good spacing Mr. Waldron, now her front, pass me your cane."
Mr Waldron handed over the cane and the Master looked at it with disdain.
"Too thin get me a thicker one, I want her tits and clit swelling."
Mr. Waldron returned with a thicker cane and I was flipped over.
Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack over my poor titties again had me screaming.
"Hold her lips wide, wider."
Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack, Whoosh Crack. Again screams from me and more tears than I have ever shed before.
The Master pointed to a young fire cleaning girl, who had not been with him long.
"Clear the room Mr. Waldron. What is your name little one?"
"Emma Jane."
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen Sir."
"Have you a father and brothers?"
"Yes Sir."
"So you know how to wank and suck cocks?"
"Yes Sir."
"Get naked girl."
"Now Sir?"
"That answer just earned you a spanking."
He slapped her face, knocking her over, and slapped my pussy at the same time, we were both crying. She quickly removed her dress.
"Has your mother got small tits like you have girl?"
"No Sir."
"Have you ever been fucked girl?"
"Only at home Sir."
He sat on one of the dining chairs, fingered her then pulled her over his knee by her pink fluffy nipples, again she cried. It was only a precursor to the tears she shed when his huge hand made a clapping noise on her tiny bottom.