Time passed the way time does.
Margaret gave a long low moan of uninhibited pleasure.
She was lying face-down on one of the massage tables in the pool house luxuriating while Sergio worked on her. His warm hands and strong fingers seemed to find every knot and kink in her neck and shoulders, and her feet almost drummed on the table at the sensations as he eased the tensions from her body. She had no idea what his job was but if there was an Olympic event for massage, she would have bet every dollar she had, which was probably all of fifty bucks she thought ruefully, on him winning the gold medal.
Outside she could hear Susan and Natassia cavorting in the pool with Helen and Kady. They were playing some kind of pool volleyball and from the laughter, it sounded like there was a lot of playful cheating going on.
It was good to hear Susan laugh she thought. She still wasn't quite fully recovered but she was well on the way, and Natassia was good for her. Occasionally Margaret noted a few lingering shadows under her eyes, but they were quickly banished.
"
I know those shadows all too well
", she thought as she recalled Martin and all his little
games
.
He was an evil shit, and a sadist, one of his favourites was to give her to a business associate as a plaything. He enjoyed it all the more if she had to service two, or sometimes three, men at once. He loved to watch, but one of the things that really got him excited was when he sent her to their offices or hotel rooms and she had to return to him afterwards. She would be soiled, dishevelled with her hair in a mess. A button or two of her blouse would be undone or missing, and usually, she would have a trail of semen trickling down her thighs to her stocking tops. Oh yea, he loved that! Then he would punish her for being a "little whore".
The man enjoyed bending her over a desk, or the back of a chair. Sometimes he made her stand in the middle of the room, legs straight, ankles wide apart as she bent to grab the back of her calves. She would still have her stockings on of course, though her blouse would be undone. He seldom wanted her to wear a bra, and her long red hair would be free and cascading down over her face.
He would use the cane or his belt, on her, making her count the strokes until the tears ran down her face, but she never moved, God no. If she moved, he got angry and would beat her until he drew blood. Once she was suitably thrashed, all for her own good of course she thought bitterly, he would push his cock into her and fuck her from the rear, grunting like a pig until he came. Often, he would fuck her in the ass, but it didn't matter, either way, she knew better than to protest. No, her place was to smile and take what he gave her, groaning and moaning as if he were the best lover in the fucking world. After that first time, he had enough pictures and videos of her to make her an internet sensation if he chose.
She gave a shuddering groan as Sergio's skilful fingers distracted her from her dark memories. He worked his hands down her back and then gently touched the strap of her bikini top.
"Madam?" he queried softly.
She considered for just a moment, it was a bit naughty she thought and then almost laughed at herself. With all the horrible things Martin had made her do, getting a tiny thrill from the masseuse undoing her top was pretty funny really.
She sighed, "Yes please."
With a practised hand and a sly movement, Sergio deftly undid the clasp. She almost giggled, thinking, "
He must have been a locksmith or a pickpocket in a previous life.
"
"Sergio, what is it you do here?" she asked on a whim.
"Oh, my duties are
quite
varied Madam," he replied with a chuckle, as his hands continued down her back, drawing a hiss of pleasure from her.
Lying there she could have sworn the room was getting warmer. She felt all the stress, all the tightness in her chest and all the dark memories that sometimes plagued her easing under his skilful manipulations. Her breathing slowed and deepened.
She sighed contentedly, "
If he keeps this up, I won't be able to move, I'll just slide off the table and lie on the floor like a puddle.
"
Sergio's finger reached lower until he lightly brushed her bikini bottoms.
"Madam?"
In her almost dreamlike state, she barely hesitated.
"Oh God, yes please," she breathed.
