"Attention, Anya." The deep male voice sounded from the doorway of her bedroom and the girl inside tensed and moved quickly into the standing position. Her head tilted towards the ground.
After Mr. Hughes had pulled another rough and forceful orgasm from her, he had removed both the cock and the ass plug from her holes and then slowly removed the clamps on her clit and nipples. He left the collar on, of course, as she was to wear it at all times in the house.. He'd also left the ball gag and ordered her to leave it in as Shi and Deandra returned to the room to wash her.
It had been a strange sensation to be forced into silence while the women scrubbed her body clean and rubbed oily lotion into her skin, but Anya had delighted in it, and had remained aroused through the whole experience. Before Mr. Hughes had spoken from the doorway, she'd been alone in her room, texting her aunt to ensure that the first night she'd spent away from her children had went well for them, thankful that it had.
"It is time for you to eat, and then I will take you to your appointment." Her skin tingled from his touch, as well as from the information that he gave her. He had still refused to fuck her with his own cock, and her pussy was doing a riot-like act in frustration with him, needing the feel of a hard, live, pulsing big dagger of flesh to spread her open. Closing her eyes, she nodded at her house master.
"I have a shake for you, and if you can do what I ask in the conservatory, I will allow you to eat a real meal." He unhooked the gag from around her neck and pulled the rubber bit out of her mouth.
"Yes, master." She said, her voice coarse from the dryness in her throat.
When he put the shake to her lips a moment later, she raised her green eyes only high enough to see his strong, big hands. She dared not to look at his piercing eyes, she would surely melt where she stood before him.
"All of it." He reminded her, as he repeatedly tilted the glass, forcing her to drink it more quickly than she would have liked.
"Walk with me, Anya." He said a few moments later, leaving the emptied glass on a side table. She felt his hand reach up to her collar and hold her by it as he walked at her side out of the bedroom and down the hallway that led to the front staircase.
The cool air in the hallway made her more than aware of her completely naked state, and she could feel her pussy slick as she moved her legs to match his pace down the stairs. They turned to their left and walked through the sitting room, which was empty save for a maid cleaning it, and through to a room that was filled with a variety of plant life. Seeing the green leaves and stems and vines made Anya jerk sharply, and his hand squeezed harder against her neck.
"You have nothing to worry about from these, Anya. They're not sexual in nature." He said to her and she nodded and they continued to walk through the room.
Looking ahead of her, she saw a statue come into view. Her eyes widened as she took it in completely. It was metal, bronze most likely, and it was the massive form of a naked man. He was laying on one hip, the forearm on the same side down so that his torso and head were raised up and he had a pleasant expression on his strong jawed face. His cock, a massive, ribbed monster of a cock, jutted straight out from his groin and the head alone was as big as the last cock she'd taken, and the remaining swell of him was easily a few extra inches.
The statue's legs were outstretched and she knew immediately what she had to do for Mr. Hughes, who was standing silently beside her, a soft smile on his face as he saw her shake herself and move into the attention position.
"Anya, if you want to eat, you will obey me. I want your pussy stretched around his cock so that your ass is resting on his balls. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master." Anya nodded, not moving, she wouldn't move until he told her, but her breathing was already getting deeper, her body already responding. She couldn't remember being this constantly aroused when her husband was alive, but she could barely keep her orgasm contained as she waited for him to tell her to move.
"You may orgasm at will once you're on him, Anya." Mr. Hughes let his smile widen as he saw her cheeks flush and a shiver work down through her body, "Go show me how well you can fuck."
Anya bit her lip and nodded, "Yes, master."
Stepping away from the man beside her, she crawled up onto the platform that held the statue and immediately moved her body in a way that allowed her to put her pussy lips upon his cockhead, and the rest of the staff to point directly into her quivering wet hole.
"Just the head first, Anya. I want you to go slowly."
Anya nodded and moved down onto the cock, her eyes squeezing closed as she felt it push in, meeting only momentary resistance before spreading her pussy wide and she ate the first four inches of his length, gasping as her pussy lips rounded and rubbed against the edge of the massive head. She did nothing to stop the orgasm that rocked her, but refused to allow her hips to rock to surge farther onto him, keeping herself still so that she followed her master's rules.
"Now slowly go down a few inches at a time, until you're all the way. I expect you to take all of it, Anya, I know you can. You've taken wider before." Mr. Hughes watched as she whimpered and put her hands on the statue's chest and shoulder, using them to help pull herself down onto the thick rod that slowly disappeared inside of her slick wet fold.
"Do you need to cum again, Anya?" His words made her stomach tighten and without even twitching her pussy muscles, she felt herself climax again, and her thighs shook as the additional moisture allowed her to slide down over the remaining two inches until she was sitting balls deep on the warm metal statue. Warm metal?
