Clare\'s New Life

Chapter 5

 

What felt like a year, but was only about two weeks, had passed since Phil had sold me into the hands of Master Nathan.  My life, if you could call it that any more, had settled into a strange kind of routine.  Each morning he would expect me to be ready to clean his house, my body clock now seeming to know when I had to get up.  He continued to put me into the same corset and gag to clean, his pleasure at my discomfort plain to see.  The only advantage of being his unpaid maid was that I was getting to see some of his house and I was storing it in my mind in case I had the change to get away.  He still used me anytime he felt like it in anyway he pleased, often while I was cleaning, though he seemed to be busy on the either his mobile phone or his computer most mornings. I figured he must work from home and also thought that one day I might be able to use either one to get help.

 

Afternoons were also starting to take on the same nasty routine. After a light lunch, I was usually used as his bondage toy while he tried out his new equipment on me.  Most afternoons I had been able to cope but he still managed to make me cry at least once or twice each session.  Yesterday had been no exception; with him tying me onto a big wheel I had seen in the shadows on my first day here and spinning me till I was upside down.  He had then proceeded to use a variety of whips and paddles on me, my bottom still a bit sore.  My nipple rings were almost healed, though he had started to play with them a little bit. They didn’t hurt me anymore but they had made my nipples super sensitive and I dreaded the day he would start to use them the way I had seen Sir Evan use his slave’s nipple rings.

 

The sound of a number of different male voices on the steps made me hurry to kneel and present myself the way I had been taught.  I could recognise the voice of my Master and thought the other voice was Sir Evan, but the third voice I had never heard before.  I shivered, not knowing what they would want of me. I made sure to only look at their crotch areas as the three approached the cell door and I could hear
Sir Evan laugh. “Nathan, I see you have got her better trained then the last time I saw her. It is a shame Eva can’t be here today, but there is always next time.”  I was disappointed I would not get to see Eva, her concern the only I had received all the time I had been here.

 

The cell door was opened and I knew I had to welcome the two guests.  After my Master had undone the cuff around my ankle, I crawled first to Sir Evan and rubbed his crotch and welcomed him.  He took my hair in a fierce hold and lowered his head to whisper in my ear. “Slave, we have unfinished business from the last time, when you stopped the games we had planned for you and Eva. You are going to make it up to me today.”  I felt my stomach drop at the menace in his voice and had to fight to control my fear as he let go.  I crawled shakily over to the other man and rubbed his crotch area, somehow managing to say my welcome despite the growing dread I starting to feel. 

 

I was allowed to stand and while my hands were tied behind my back, I got my first glimpse of the new man. He seemed younger than the other two and looked a bit like the local football star, all teeth and hair.  “Slave, this is Sir Paul. He is the son of an old friend of mine and I know you will treat him with the same respect you treat me. Isn’t that right.”  “Yes Master.” I had learnt the hard way the pain to not responding quickly to any question asked. 

 

I was aware of Sir Evan’s gaze burning into me and wondered how Eva survived being owned by this man.  Though I had no love loss for my Master, I didn’t get the same feeling of dread that I got from the other man.  It was as if he hated me and just wanted to make me suffer.  My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a phone and I looked up to see my Master taking a phone out of his pocket. It was the first time I had seen him use a phone down here and by the tone of his voice, knew it was business.  He then did what I knew would mean trouble for me, and told the guys he would have to leave them for an hour or so, as he had to do some urgent work upstairs.  He came over to speak to me before he left.

 

“Slave, while I am busy, Sir Evan is in charge.  You do what he says or you will be sorry.”  He then spoke briefly to the two men before leaving me alone with them. I found myself wishing for the first time that Master Nathan would stay, some inner instinct warning me about being alone with Sir Evan. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm down, my awareness of Evan walking towards me not helping.

 

 Clare was taking deep breaths, my presence here obviously frightening her.  I had dreamt of having more time with her and was pleased when Nathan had invited me over for another visit. I had just left Eva with a female friend of mine who was also a powerful mistress, to learn some of the finer points of being a slave.  I didn’t mind though, as it meant I could concentrate fully on Clare.  “Paul, would you get some things ready for me?”  I gave Paul a list of items to get from the walls, ignoring Clare’s whimpers behind me as she heard what I had asked for.  Once Paul was off searching, I used her nipples rings to pull Clare across the room so that she was standing under the hook in the ceiling.

 

“Remember when I got to strap your beautiful clit while you had you pussy lips held open?”  I could see by her eyes she certainly did remember and then she looked down at my hand to see if I had the same idea for today. I had to laugh, my hand spreading her legs and finding it’s way into her pussy. Staring into her eyes, I pushed three fingers right into her, seeing her grimace in pain as I moved them around in her. At the sound of Paul returning, I pulled them out, making her lick her juices off my fingers before I turned to see what he had found.

 

“Great Paul, now if you could  tie her hands and then pull her arms up and bend her over, we can start to get her fitted.”  Nathan had told me that Paul’s dad was an old friend and that the two of them had actually discovered bondage together over twenty years ago.  When he had rung to say his son would be in town for a few days to visit some universities, Nathan had invited Paul to stay with him. He was not worried about him seeing Clare, as his Dad had kept slave girls for at least fifteen years.  So though he was only nineteen, he was more experienced then many guys twice his age.

 

I watched as he held Clare’s bound hands up, forcing her to bend over as he continued to raise her hands in the air. With his other hand he was playing with her nipple rings and I immediately knew he was a man after my own heart.  Clare was whimpering slightly and I decided to gag her first. Picking up the large gag she had been to wear during her punishment, I raised her head to see her eyes wide at the sight of it.  However, she opened her mouth to let me put it in, the size of it making me have to push firmly before it would even budge. By the time it was in place, I hardly needed to use the straps, the ball well and truly stuck in her mouth, but of course I did and saw her gag as the ball was pulled even more fully into her mouth. 

 

By the time I had done the buckle up, she already had drool starting to form around her mouth and she was whimpering. I lifted her head up by her hair and looked her right in her eyes, seeing all her pain and fear there.  I let go of her hair, hearing her muffled shriek as her head dropped to hang down, her hair now covering her face. I didn’t want that, so gathered up her hair in a ponytail and used a piece of rope to tie it into a loose bun.  Paul had seen what I was doing and had his hand ready to grab the rope and tie it off to the ring above her body.   I made him pull it until her head was horizontal to the floor, her drool dripping off her chin and onto the floor. It was just high enough to cause her some problems with the gag but not enough to make her choke.

 

I moved to where Paul was standing behind Clare and we both secured her feet to the ground.  When we were done, her legs were spread wide and I had a clear view of her pussy and ass.   It was her ass I was interested in and I got Paul to get the large butt plug and show it to her as I started to run my finger around the rim of her asshole.

 

The feeling of the gag was one I was remembering all to clearly and when he had tied up my hair, I had again found myself having to drool or risk choking on my own spit. Now I was spread wide, with a finger starting to work it’s way into my ass.  I had noticed Paul going to pick up something and felt myself go pale as he held the biggest butt plug I had seen in his hands. “Hey slave, I am glad it is you having this thing in your butt.  You will certainly feel it.” I looked up at this handsome boy, wondering how he had gotten mixed up in this world.  He handed the plug to Sir and I hoped he would allow me some lube before he tried to insert it.

 

Paul returned to stand near my head and took a grip of my nipple rings as I felt something cold bring squeezed into my butt.  The relief at Sir using the lube faded as I felt the plug start its journey inside of me. I was distracted slightly by Paul pulling down on my nipple rings but nothing could ease the pain of the butt plug being worked into me.  I felt like it was the first time I had ever had anything up there; my ass stretched tightly around the plug.  I realised I was crying as my tears started to mingle with my drool on the floor. Paul had eased off on my rings and had taken my face in his hands.

 

“You will need to try and relax or it will really hurt.”  I wanted to tell him that he should try and relax with a massive butt plug being forced into your butt, but I could only whimper more as the pain level just seemed to get worse. He stroked my hair and wiped some of my tears off my face, his touch the only good thing about what was happening to me.  “Maybe it is just too big, Evan.  There are plenty of other ones you can try.” I was hopeful that Sir would take his advice, but part of me knew that he wouldn’t. The feeling of the plug still being pushed in proved I was right and I had to fight not to pass out with the pain. “No, this will fit.  If I am going to fuck her later, she needs to be stretched out some.”  A hard slap on each ass cheek allowed him to push it in even more until I felt like I was going to burst. 

 

I could see her ass being stretched wide by the plug, my cock ready to pop out of my jeans at the sight of it.  I knew that Paul was right and it was properly too big for her, but I was not going to give up.  I slapped her ass a few more times and finally was able to get the last bit in, her ass hole closing over the end of the plug.  It was one of those clear plugs and I could not believe how far up her ass I could see.  At her head I could see that Paul had squatted down in front of her and was wiping her face clean with a wet cloth.  I didn’t mind, as if I had my way, this would be the best she would feel for a while.  I hoped Nathan would be kept busy for a lot longer yet, as I had quite a few plans for his beautiful slave. 

 

Moving to see her face, Paul stood up to allow me to take his place. “Slave, I am sure you can feel that plug, but I intend to fuck your ass later, so it needs to be ready. Now, I can see that these rings have healed rather nicely. Let’s see what they can do.”  I saw her try to shake her head, the rope in her hair restricting her movements.  “Paul, bring over two short ropes please.”  I saw her watch as Paul handed me the roped, her whimpers the only sound in the room.  Talking one nipple ring I tied the rope around it and let it hang, repeating the process with the other one.  It was only when I took the end of both pieces of rope and pulled them out that she really started to make a noise.  By the time I had connected them to a ring in the floor, the rope making her breasts pull out from her body, she was crying loudly behind the gag. 

 

The rope was pulling my nipple rings so tight I thought for sure they would tear out.  I was not able to look down but I knew if I could see my breasts they would be pulled grotesquely out of shape.  The plug in my ass felt like a log had been pushed up me and was causing me to take shallow breathes.  This made it hard to breath with the massive gag in my mouth. I was busy just trying to cope with everything, when I felt a sting on my bottom.  I couldn’t turn to see what it was, but it felt like a paddle of some kind, the pain covering a large area at once.  The paddle continued to strike me, the force making me move and my breasts being pulled more each time my body moved forward.  It was too much and I felt my head start to get dizzy and my vision begin to darken.  I was sure I was about to pass out when the paddling stopped and Paul moved to stand in front of me.

 

The relief I felt as he undid the gag was short lived as at the same time the butt plug was pulled out.  It felt like my insides were being pulled out along with it and then I felt the head of Sir’s cock ready to take it’s place.  I screamed as he pushed the head of his penis into my ass, the pain radiating right through my body.  So caught up in what was happening behind me, the feel of Paul’s cock pressing against my lips jolted me.  I opened up automatically, all my concentration focused on the increasing pain as Sir pushed his cock in further. Thankfully, Paul was happy to just let me suck on his cock, while I struggled to accommodate the cock in my ass. 

 

I screamed around Paul’s cock as Evan finally got all of his cock into me.  I prayed that I would pass out and be spared the agony of my reality.  Paul lifted up my chin, the movement causing me even more pain in my nipples, and started to push his cock down my throat. Now I was impaled on both ends and even moving slightly caused me pain. I lost all sense of time as they both moved in me, the pain causing me to gag around the cock in my throat and my tears blocking all vision.  Sir just seemed to get more violent as he rammed his cock into me as if he wanted to become a part of me forever. 

 

 It felt they would never stop, my body continuing to rock between the two. Paul was the first to cum and as I was swallowing his load I could feel Sir’s cock swelling. He seemed to speed up more before he finally came, my sore ass burning as his cum flooded it.  I could feel him pulling out, some of his cum dripping out and running down my legs. Exhaustion overwhelmed me as my body tried to cope with the continuing pain in my ass and nipples.  I had just closed my eyes when a slap across my face made me open them.  In front of me was the smirking face of Sir.

 

“Oh no, slave, it is not your sleep time.  I am only just starting.”  I could only shake as I thought about what else he had planned. “But first, we need to change your position.”  The pain in my breasts was eased as the ropes were undone and they were able to move back to their normal position. The rope in my hair was then undone and my hands were lowered.  I moaned as I tried to slowly move my sore body but Sir did not have time for that and I was pulled to stand. 

 

My head was full of what else I wanted to do to her, all thoughts that she belonged to Nathan gone from my mind.  I got Paul to help me secure her with her hands pulled taut above her head and her feet tied together and anchored to the floor.  The look in her eyes as I went to the winch showed her fear as I pulled her up off her feet.  Her body looked so beautiful as the ropes stretched it out tight.  I decided to leave the gag off her this time, as I wanted to hear her scream. 

 

I could see Paul looking concerned but choose to ignore him and went to pick up the whip, the one Nathan had told me used on her on her first day.  Her eyes grew wider as she saw the whip and she began to beg. “God no, please don’t use that whip on me. I will do anything else you say, just don’t use the whip.”  I did not respond to her, her pleas just urging me on more. Moving behind her, I lined up the whip and saw it fly through the air and strike her back, leaving a vivid red mark.  Her scream filled the room, but I had already laid another strike on her back before it even ended. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Paul move to stand beside me.  He just stood there while I made a pattern of lines over her back, then he took my arm, forcing me to stop for a moment.

 

Turning to glare at him, the only sound in the room were Clare’s sobs. “Evan, I think she has had enough.  We need to let her down or she might become injured.”  I heard what he said, but my mind did not want to accept the truth of it. “Sorry, but Clare knows that she is owed this.  I will let her down when I think she’s had enough.”  I moved to stand in front of her and could see her tear streaked face filled with pain.  Raising the whip once again, I struck her across her firm stomach, the thrill of seeing the red line form intoxicating.  I was so involved in what I was doing, that I did not notice Paul sprinting up the stairs.