A Slave for Christmas

Synopsis

‘I could scarcely believe the other girls in the office hated me that much, but there I was on a stage, naked, manacled and gagged waiting to be auctioned as a house slave for the Christmas to New Year period. And I’d had no say in the matter.’

 

A Slave for Christmas

by obohobo

 

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF NC. Spanking

If you are underage or offended by such material or, if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

Copyright 2006

 

A Slave for Christmas

Chapter 1. Abducted

I could scarcely believe the other girls in the office hated me that much but there I was on a stage, naked, manacled and gagged waiting to be auctioned as a house slave for the Christmas to New Year period. And I’d had no say in the matter. Only an hour previously I’d had no inkling of what was going to happen to me and how it would change my life.

Bricet, Higgins and Dean are a firm of auctioneers dealing with a wide range of items from small collectables and antiques through to livestock and farms. I work in the flourishing coins and stamps department with three other girls and Mr. Williamson the manager and expert on the subject. He really knows his stuff and seems to spend hours pouring over stamps with a magnifying glass and looking through large tomes. He’s supposed to have a very valuable collection himself but I’m told it is stored in a bank vault somewhere.

Lisa Schoffield works in reception and deals with customers who bring things in for valuation and makes appointments for the manager. She’s the one who dislikes me most and was the brains behind the scheme to humiliate me and to cause me so much grief. Like many receptionists, she has a beautiful figure and knows how to show it off to the best advantage. She’s also very snooty; all smiles to the customers but catty to me. Fortunately she knows that she couldn’t do my job so she hasn’t tried to oust me.

Sara Canning mans the switchboard of the call centre. At times she is very busy but often she has nothing much to do except repair the polish on her nails or fiddle with her bleached blonde hair. She and Lisa are best friends and go clubbing together at weekends and often boast of their sexual conquests. They always try and discus their exploits in front of me, knowing that I’ve never had a real boyfriend and that their talk upsets me. According to them, no boy would ever want to go out or have sex with a fat unsophisticated girl like me.

Cheryl Pierce does the accounts, prepares invoices and generally oversees the financial side of things. She’s the nicest one of the three but, like the others, always acts in a superior fashion. Her work keeps her busy so she has less time to torment me. They all joined the firm about four years ago when the department first opened. All are about twenty-four years old, a year older than I am.

I’m Hayley Jennings and I’m a small time computer artist and my job is to produce the catalogues and brochures for the auctions. Unlike the others, I’m plump and being only 5 ft 4”, I have a dumpy appearance. They, of course, call it fat and ever since I started work there they’ve made snide remarks about my appearance. I’ll admit that I’m not overly concerned with my looks and, as I enjoy my food, I’m not too worried about keeping to a diet although I have tried some of the fad weight loss methods in the past. I don’t wear much makeup and wear clothes that are comfortable for my size and quite often they are in garish or clashing colours or with dangling bits of material they wouldn’t be seen dead in. I think it adds to my arty appearance but they just think I dress with bad taste. Fortunately, work wise, I deal directly with Mr. Williamson and I get on well with him. He’s a gentleman in the old fashioned sense of the word. I do enjoy my work and the creativity involved in designing the brochures and catalogues as well as advertising material. I believe I am good at my job and it seems to be appreciated by my manager and, on several occasions by his bosses, which again did not add to my popularity with the office girls. “Arsehole Licker,” Lisa called me after Mr. Bricet himself came to my workspace and congratulated me on the layout of a flyer.

Probably what triggered their vendetta against me was a little incident that occurred one lunchtime. Our lunch break is from noon to one o’clock. This particularly Friday they didn’t return until 1:20. At 1:10 Mr. Williamson came out of his office and saw me in Sara’s chair trying to answer the phone. He asked where they were and instead of covering for them and saying they were in the loo or something, which he would have seen through anyway, I came right out and said that they hadn’t returned from lunch. He asked me to send them into his office as soon as they arrived, which I did. Even I could smell the booze on their breath. What actually happened in there, I don’t really know except that he gave them the option of losing an hour’s pay or working an extra hour that day or losing their jobs. They took the extra hour option although I didn’t know what good it would do the firm as we shut the doors at five and he had to stay behind as well. Guess it was more like a school detention. I gave Lisa a little smile, or more likely it was a smirk, when I left at five and she glared at me and snarled, “I’ll get you back you ugly fat bitch, you just wait.”

Mr. Williamson must have noticed the atmosphere in the office had worsened because when, about two weeks later, I went in with some catalogue proofs he asked, “How are you coping with Lisa and the other girls?”

The question took me by surprise and I, almost automatically, replied, “Okay.” He wasn’t having any of that and questioned me further until I admitted that it wasn’t pleasant working there and that I was half considering looking elsewhere for employment but I done nothing about it so far. “I keep hoping it will blow over but it just seems to be getting worse sir. I really don’t know what to do about it.” I felt a tear run down my cheek.

“Hayley, I don’t want to lose you. Nor do I want to see you so unhappy… Maybe…” He paused and appeared to be thinking, “Maybe if we clear the paper and office supplies store next door we could set that up as a computer room. It will take a week or two to get it approved and probably a while longer to get the necessary work done, but that should keep them out of your hair especially as I have my own entrance so you wouldn’t have to go through reception. If you don’t mind putting up with them for a while longer, would you stay if I arranged it?”

“Yes, sir,” I agreed, “I like the work I have to do and I could concentrate better if I was away from them but won’t they start making up tales about what we…”

“They’ll be enough other people coming into my office not to worry overmuch about that.”

Oddly enough the atmosphere did improve shortly after although it was never friendly and I was pleased when Mr. Williamson told me on the last working day before Christmas, that he’d been given approval for the conversion. Friday December 23^rd 2005 will be a day I shall remember for as long as I live.

That afternoon work was slack, Mr. Williamson left early to pick up a present for his wife, and I finished what I was doing, shut the computer down and began to tidy my desk. There was under an hour left before finishing time. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lisa close the outside door and lock it from the inside. “Strange,” I thought, but went on with what I was doing. Next thing I knew, Sara looped a rope around my body and my chair, pinning my arms and effectively immobilising me. Immediately I screamed Cheryl put a bright red ball gag in my mouth and I now realised that I was in trouble. In order to have a gag and rope to hand, they must have planned what ever they intended doing well in advance but at that moment I had no idea of the extent of the trouble I was in.

“Payback time Hayley dear,” Lisa grinned, “I hope you don’t have anything special planned for the Christmas holiday because whatever it was you won’t be doing it. Let’s get the cuffs on her girls.”

They’d got it well organised. With the rope wound around my body and the chair and my speech curtailed, I couldn’t do anything to prevent them doing anything they wished. I was completely helpless. Fear swept over me when I felt the manacles being clamped around my ankles and heard them click into place and felt the cold steel on my flesh. A short length of chain connected the two so I could move around but I only walk with short steps. Sara still held the rope tightly but Lisa and Cheryl were now free to force my wrists together and cuff them behind my back. “Get her coat and the rest of her stuff Cheryl; Sara check to see if the way is clear to go.” Lisa was in charge and I was shaking and weeping with my fear of her and my thoughts ran wild as to what they might do to me. Cheryl zipped my anorak over the top of my arms and around my body, pulled the hood up and wrapped my scarf around my face so the ball gag was hidden.

“Hallway’s clear,” Sara called back after leaving the room for a moment.

“Come along dear, take short steps and you won’t fall over.’ Lisa wrapped her arm around my waist and led me out although I shook my head, no. “Bring your car to the back door Cheryl and we’ll meet you there. Shit!” Lisa hissed as the caretaker came round the corner. A ray of hope came to me but before we reached him he turned into another room.

His face reappeared at the door as we passed. “What’s up girls?”

“Just off to another party Ted,” Lisa replied with one of her winning smiles, “This one was too shy to say she would go so we thought she should get out a bit more.”

Ted returned her grin, “We could party in my office.” We knew he wasn’t serious but it did make me wonder if I was really going to a party and what would happen to me if they left me there shackled, helpless and vulnerable. Would I be beaten? Raped? Humiliated? Forced to have sex with men? Women?

I sobbed as I sat between Lisa and Sara on the back seat until Lisa told me to shut up and remarked that it would be some hours before the party started. To my surprise we stopped at my flat and Cheryl used my keys to let us in.  My hopes that one of the other tenants would be around were quickly dashed. In any case I didn’t know them well and Lisa would no doubt have made up another story. “Okay girls, let’s get this fat slob stripped off and we can see what she’s really like under these frumpy clothes. See if you can find some scissors. That’ll save us struggling with her and they only charity shop rejects anyway.”

Cheryl came partly to my rescue and pointed out, “Cutting jeans material will be more difficult than holding and stripping her and it will be more fun to see her struggling.”

It was of little consolation although my clothes hadn’t come from a charity shop, I had no wish to be undressed by them or in front of them and I rightly guessed that would do their best to humiliate me as much as possible. “Are they lesbians? Will they masturbate me? Make me do things to them? Sexual things? Things I have only read about?” My anorak was taken off and Cheryl fumbled with the key to unlock my wrist cuffs but before I could do anything more I was pushed face down on to the floor and they pulled my orange angora sweater above my head. Two of them held my arms while the other pulled it right off. My blouse quickly followed and to my horror, I felt the catch for my bra being undone.

“They are really going to embarrass me. I guess they are lesbians,” I thought as I struggled to get my arms free but it was to no avail and my wrists were once again cuffed behind my back.

“Turn her over so we can see what those udders of hers really look like.” Lisa once again gave the orders and I was rolled on to my back and had to endure more comments as to their size, my suitability as a cow and how much milk they might produce. For a while they mauled them and tormented me with their remarks especially when my nipples hardened and they deemed I was enjoying it. Nothing was further from the truth. All I could do was sob and shake my head in protest; the grunts that passed the gag had no effect.

They didn’t stop there. Shortly afterwards they set about removing my trousers and everything else below my waist. I did try and kick out when I could but with a girl holding each ankle, it was pretty hopeless. My patch of dark black pubic hair caused some obscene comments and a debate as to whether it should be shaved off, but they decided it would add to my innocent look if it was left on. “If she’s innocent now, she certainly won’t be by the time she gets back here,” Lisa commented with an evil smile on her face and I suspected that I would be raped at this party. I wept bitterly but they had no compassion for me and continued to laugh and make fun of my predicament.

“I think we ought to take her to the loo and then tie her to the bed or something and gag her with something softer until we collect her for the… the party. We can put the ball back in again later,” Cheryl suggested. “She needs to look presentable for that.” It was more or less agreed and Cheryl even gave me some water to drink before Sara tried to insert my knickers in my mouth. They were too large to fit, which caused them a good deal more merriment at my expense and they left one half hanging down over my chin. Sara wound nearly a whole reel of Sellotape around my head to keep them in place.

“Bye.” Lisa waved as they left, “We’ll be back in about…” she looked at the clock… “about three hours to take you out. Don’t run away.” How could I do that when they’d tied my wrist and ankle cuffs to the bed? I was seriously worried now and tried to loosen the Sellotape but they had wrapped it round too many times and I would have needed the suppleness of a lithe contortionist to try and undo the knots in the tights they had used to bind me to the bed. For now I could do nothing but lie there and worry over my fate.

My imagined scenarios were nothing like the actuality. “Maybe I’ll have to wait at tables naked at this party. Maybe they’ll prostitute me. Get men to pay them money to use me? To fuck me? Or will it be women? Perhaps I’ll have to dance for them? That wouldn’t be very elegant! A pole dance perhaps? Or will they have me publicly spanked? Whipped? I wouldn’t put it passed Lisa to arrange something like that.” So lying there alone in my terror I imagined many painful and obscene things that might be done to me. The three hours dragged slowly but eventually with a mixture of relief and fear, I heard the door open.

“She still here!” Lisa cried out and the others laughed. Sara and Cheryl released me from the bed and, still manacled, I was taken to the toilet to pee. Afterwards Sara painfully ripped off the Sellotape and washed my face while Cheryl combed my hair. They added a little make-up and I was warned not to start crying again to spoil it all. Lisa stood and watched with obvious glee while the others did the work. By then I thought I was more or less cried out but my body still shook with fear. When I could get a few words out, I tried pleading with them but Sara quickly replaced the ball gag.

“That looks better. You’re almost human again now. We just need to put this collar on so we can put a lead on you if necessary like a good little doggy bitch.” Sara tightened a leather collar and locked it around my neck, then pointed to my reflection in the mirror. “There are four rings set permanently into the collar so we can attach a lead or clip your handcuffs to them. We don’t intend you should get away.”

“Where’s your birth control pills?” Lisa asked.

My eyes flew wide open; my mind quickly reasoned, “If they want my pills this is going to be more than a one night thing. More than a party. Were they going to keep me as a prostitute for the whole Christmas holiday? For ever? What had Lisa said earlier? I hope you don’t have anything special planned for the Christmas holiday because whatever it was you won’t be doing it. They must be using me as a prostitute or call girl for the whole holiday.” I had planned visiting a few people over the Christmas period but none would be too concerned if I didn’t turn up.

I nodded to the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. In a way it was lucky that I was on the pill. I’d started when I went to technical college and most of the students in my graphics class were boys but I never needed them. One boy was quite friendly but when he offered to take me to a college party and I turned him down, he never asked again. I watched helplessly as they put the pills and some toiletries and stuff in my handbag, which confirmed my conviction that I wouldn’t be returning there that night. “Will I be staying with Lisa and Sara? They might well want to keep me as a servant they can tease and torment. But I wouldn’t need the pills if there were only those two girls, would I? Perhaps they’ve invited some boys round.” I wondered, knowing that they shared a flat and maybe a bed for all I knew.

“Unplug her phone Sara. Put the coat around her Cheryl and we’ll be off.” Again Lisa gave the orders and Sara and Cheryl did as they were told. Cheryl opened a large plastic bag and produced a beautiful imitation fur coat smelling of mothballs and wrapped it around my body. It came to well below my knees so at least my naked body was covered. Cheryl also found my pink rabbit slippers and put them on my feet. Pretending to fasten the coat collar more tightly, Cheryl whispered in my ear, “Go with the flow Hayley. You might even get to like it and thank us later.” Her words were prophetic.

 

Chapter 2. Sold

Cheryl drove us to what I knew was the less salubrious part of town and we parked outside a nightclub with a garish neon sign that gave its name as ‘The CockorTwo’ and alongside the door a large poster proclaimed that night they were having a “Grand Christmas Auction’.  I didn’t have chance to read any more because Sara turned my head away. Lisa went inside and a few moments later I was driven to a side door and taken inside. With the restricted movement of my legs, I could only stumble along a corridor to a desk where a man with a clipboard waited. Lisa gave him my details and handed in some forms. I still didn’t know what was happening but I guessed it was some sort of sex club especially as further on I glimpsed several scantily dressed girls but at least they had more on than I did under my fur coat.

“This one needs to be blindfolded for the time being, have you one handy? Sorry we forgot to put one in her bag.” Lisa asked the man.

“Sure,” he replied and opened a desk drawer.

A tear ran down my face and Lisa saw it. “Don’t start crying and ruining your make-up now dear. That might make them angry and punish you before the show starts. This is what you wanted and begged us to do for you so there is no chickening out now.”

Her voice was honey sweet and the man grinned, “We often get that with first timers.” I didn’t intend coming back and still prayed that all this would be over shortly but I doubted anyone would hear my prayers. In my artificial darkness, Lisa led me for some yards and then ordered me to stand still. Someone unbuttoned my coat and removed it. I guess I blushed beetroot red because immediately I heard voices around me; mainly girl’s voices but a few were those of men. Some girls made snide comments on my figure but a man with an authoritative voice ordered silence and things quietened down although I did hear a whispered, “Looks like she’s a real slave.”

“Line up please ladies and gentlemen.” A man’s hand gripped my arm and led me a few more steps and then turned me a little. “Stay still, I am going to remove your blindfold now.” I found myself on a stage in semi-darkness looking at the back of some heavy curtains. A quick glance to either side revealed about a dozen others in the line but before I got a good look a voice hissed, “Look to the front slave.” The word ‘slave’ shocked me and I almost fainted. It was the second time that word had been used to describe me in the last few minutes. Was I being sold to some slavers and sent to some foreign country? Or a brothel somewhere? As a slave to an Arab sheik? Perhaps not, Cheryl had indicated I would return… but she didn’t say when. Just go with the flow…”

The curtains slowly parted; lights came on and bright floodlights bathed us all with an intensity that hurt my eyes. I heard shouts and catcalls from the audience but could not see them. Just the thought of being watched while I stood naked alongside other near naked men and women almost caused my legs to crumble but they didn’t actually give way. I’ve often contemplated since, if they had given way, would I still have ended the same way? There is no answer to that.

As the applause died a little a man came to centre stage carrying a microphone. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our 2005 Christmas Slave Auction. I’m Harry and it will be my pleasant task to try and extract as much money as I can from you for each of these delightful slaves. As you should know, one third of what you bid goes to charity, one third to the CockorTwo for organising it and one third to the slave when he or she completes her period of slavery.” A round of applause stopped him for a short while and I started to shake but an unseen hand on my shoulder and a whispered, “Calm down,” allowed me to regain some control of my body.

“If you’ve read the programme, you will be aware that these slaves cannot offer themselves for sexual use. Charging you for sex would be considered prostitution and that is illegal in this country. However, all the slaves are offering themselves as house slaves and, once they are bought, must do your bidding whatever that might be. Your money is for them to look after your household chores. If they wish to have sex with you, then that is between you and them provided no further charge is made.” Even in my unsettled state of mind I knew this was a fiddle and a gross misinterpretation of the rules. Owners could order a girl to have sex with them at any time.

“You may at your discretion, discipline your slave but any owner who badly marks a slave or who is unduly sadistic, will be investigated and dealt with. All the slaves here have signed written agreements to be bound by these terms and each owner will get a photocopy of the agreement papers.” I’d not signed or even seen any such papers but I’d no doubt Lisa would have no compunction in signing on my behalf. “Now let us make a start. Will lot one, please come to the stand.”

A nice looking brunette in a skimpy two-piece bathing suit walked seductively to a raised block near the centre of the stage. A single spotlight illuminated her and the rest of the lights over us were dimmed. “This delightful creature is Charlene and she is offering to serve as a house slave to a man from tonight until the evening of December 28^th. That’s five whole days you will have this beauty to clean your home or warm your bed. Gentlemen, what better Christmas present could you ask for? Can I start the bidding at £1,000? With a lot of catcalls and ribald comments the prices rose to £6,500 and before they reached that figure she’d removed her bra and wriggled her breasts. It was obvious she wanted more than to do house chores.

“What will they bid for me, I wonder? I don’t have a body to match hers.” While the collection formalities were going on, I reflected that if you didn’t mind having sex with a stranger, the money was good. She’d get over £2,000 for five days work. It would take me two months and more to earn that and I guessed it would be tax free.

Next up was a man with a body builder physique and wearing only a pair of tight swimming trunks. A woman bought him until New Year’s Day for £4,200.

I determined that I was lot five and by the time it got to lot four I was shaking visibly again. By now my eyes had become accustomed to the lighting and I could just make out the three girls standing to one side of the hall. How I wished it was one of them being up here in my place. How I’d like to see Lisa standing on that platform, chained and gagged. No doubt she would act more like lot one and show herself off to the best advantage.

“Lot five, Hayley.” At first I refused to move but someone pushed me forward and I stumbled because of the chains and fell to the floor. I wasn’t hurt but tears rolled down my face and I gave up worrying about my make-up. Two men picked me up and half carried me to the stand. And there I stood in the full light, blushing uncontrollably and wishing the floor would open up or I would faint into unconsciousness. Neither happened.

“As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, lot five is rather different to our usual offerings. Not only is she of rather ample proportions… which gentlemen, means that you get more for your money… she is already trussed up like a real slave should be. She is available until the evening of January 2^nd. As she so obviously cannot speak for herself at the moment, she’s prepared and signed a statement which I will read to you.”

“Lisa you bitch!’ I tried to yell and looked in her direction but the lights blinded me.

“The statement reads: I, Hayley Jennings, do freely offer myself to the highest bidder to be trained as a house slave in the old fashioned way; the way plantation owners, Roman warriors or the Lords in seventeenth century England, treated their slaves. For years I have fantasised about being captured and forced to do the will of a master but until now, my shyness has led to my still being a virgin. I know I will vehemently protest and plead against my treatment but whoever buys me must ignore these pleas and treat me like a true slave and if I do not do his bidding in the proper manner, he must punish me accordingly.

Earlier today I asked my good friends from work to ‘capture’ me and to prepare me for tonight so there was no chance that I could back out before my period of slavery had begun. If I am here, you will know they have done their job well.”

The room, which had been silent through the reading, erupted into loud applause and a spotlight rotated on to the girls who gave a little wave to the rest of the audience. God, the smiles and smirks on their faces sickened me. “The bitches!” I growled to myself, “They arranged to make my life hell and they get a standing ovation. I’ll get even with you one of these days, you just wait.” I had no idea how I would do it but I resolved there and then to effect my revenge. Tears still streamed down my face when the MC held up his hand for silence.

“Just one more short paragraph,” the MC went on. “May I humbly ask that my new owner/master reads and takes note of this again before starting to train me.

Your sincere slave,

(Signed) Hayley Jennings”

In some ways I was disappointed in the bidding. The lowest bid for any of the previous girls was £6,000 and I expected mine would be somewhere near or a bit lower. Slowly my value crept up to £2,300 and seemed to stick there. I learned later that my pathetic manner and wimpish crying, as well as my plumpness turned many bidders off. Almost as the hammer fell a man I couldn’t see stood up. “£5,000!” There were hushed murmurs from around the hall and everyone turned in his direction.

“Any advance on £5,000?” … Silence … “Going once … Going twice … Sold to … number ninety-five.”

Suddenly the whole situation overwhelmed me and I collapsed in a heap on the floor. Vaguely I saw a large, well-dressed man probably in his fifties, arrive on the stage and complete the formalities. From my floor viewpoint the main thing I noticed about him was his potbelly and I was almost sick at the thought of him being the one to rape me and take my virginity.

“You may need her coat sir. The keys to the cuffs are on the chain at the back of her collar.” Lisa’s laughing voice came through to my ears and I longed to punch her in the face and wipe the smirk away. But I knew that even if I had the opportunity, I would never do that. “Have a nice vacation Hayley,” she called out to me, “We’ll see you in the New Year.” She came closer and handed the coat to my new owner and then knelt down and hissed in my ear, “Remember this when you next try and get us sacked. You might be Old Willy’s favourite but…”

Her words were interrupted by my being lifted and assisted off the stage by the two men helpers. My new owner took me to a lighted room and saw him clearly for the first time. He was quite a distinguished looking man, much taller than me and with broad shoulders. His hair was greying and from an upright position, his belly although somewhat large, wasn’t as obese as I first thought.

“Stop your crying slave Hayley. That’s an order. You haven’t been hurt yet so there’s no need for waterworks.” His voice was deep, almost melodious and I wondered if he was a singer. I sniffed and tried to shut off the tears but only half succeeded. I felt him fumble for the keys and remove them and then he knelt and unlocked my hobbled ankles. From the way I had to stand for him to get at the locks I knew that he could see my vagina and realised that he was the first man since I was a baby to see it that close. Somehow, I didn’t feel all that embarrassed but after everything else that had gone on in the past, five hours, that wasn’t too surprising.

“Have you any other clothing here?” I shook my head, no. He wrapped my coat around me, “Okay, let’s go. I’ll take your gag out when we are in the car and out of town.” He was as good as his word. We came to a lay by and I saw a road sign indicating that we were approaching the M1.

“Just because I am taking your gag out, doesn’t mean that you can start talking. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.” I answered and thanked him when he offered me a small carton of juice.

“Lie back now and relax as much as you can. I can’t release your wrists yet and I am going to blindfold you until we arrive at my home. We’ve about an hours drive on the motorway and then a few miles on a B road. If the traffic is light, and it should be at this time of night, we’ll arrive before midnight. Remember, not a word from you unless I ask a question. The gag can easily go back in.”

I almost drifted off to sleep. The car was an expensive one with little engine noise and leather upholstery and the seat had room enough, even for me. Presently I heard the engine slow down and we seemed to go round in a circle before moving along at a more sedate pace.  I guessed we were nearly at his home and I wondered what it would be like and, more importantly, what my treatment would be like. The road noise changed as the tyres pressed into gravel. “We’re home now. Come and meet the wife.”

 

Chapter 3. My cruel mistress

That shocked me. I thought I was being bought as a sex slave despite what the MC had said, and I hadn’t anticipated he’d have a wife. Was I really only going to be a house slave? He removed my blindfold and undid the seat belt and then came round and helped me out of the car. The house in the security floodlights looked large but I only had a glance at it as I hurriedly followed him inside and out of the cold air that blew up under the fur coat.

We entered a large room that I assumed was the lounge. A cheery log fire burned in the hearth and as we entered a woman stood up. “You bought her then.” She didn’t sound very pleased.

“Yes dear. Phyl this is Hayley, Hayley this is my wife Phyllis who you will address as ma’am when you need to answer her.”

Not knowing if I was supposed to say anything, I ventured, “Good evening ma’am,” but she didn’t reply or offer me her hand.

“Well Dan, are you going to let me see the rest of her. I daresay you paid a goodly price for her.” The woman’s voice was sharp and I had a feeling she didn’t really want me there and if I was, she was jolly well going to make sure I really was a slave. Dan removed my coat and unlocked my wrist cuffs.

“She only cost five grand and we have her until the evening of January the second.” He handed her the papers that came with me and she quickly skimmed through them before turning her full attention on me.

Phyl looked me up and down and bade me turn round. In her face I read the criticism of my figure and her words confirmed it. “Well I suppose she’ll do. She wouldn’t grace the cover of Vogue but if she’s any good in bed that will do. Bobby might decide he likes something with a bit of meat on its bones. He’s totally ignored all the other much more attractive girls we’ve invited so perhaps once he’s had a night or two fucking this lump of lard, he’ll want to try something better.”

Her crude comments stung me but wisely I kept quiet and just let my tears flow down my face again. “Who is Bobby?” I thought. “And why wasn’t he interested in better looking girls?” The question remained unanswered.

“So you want to be trained as a slave?” she asked.

“I didn’t write those papers ma’am it was…”

“Silence slave. A simple yes or no will do. Which is it?”

“No ma’am.”

“Well it says here that you will try and worm your way out of it so we’ll ignore that completely. We’ve paid a lot of money for you and you will be treated like a real slave like it says you want to be, and any misbehaviour or reluctance to do our wishes will be punished. I already have a strap and a riding crop to hand to use when necessary.” My eyes flooding again and I began sobbing loudly. “Get used to it slave. Weeping won’t help and will only get you a further dose of the punishment.”

She was going to be the one to watch and be very careful around in this household. Dan seemed to be more of a gentleman. He held my hand up and examined the chafe marks on my wrists. “We’d better put some salve on these dear. We won’t want Bobby to think he getting damaged goods for Christmas.”

Phyl nodded but then turned to her husband and asked, “Are you going to have her tonight?”

“They said she is a virgin dear so I thought we’d leave that for Bob but I could use a blowjob after I’ve peed. I expect she ought to go too and her face needs a good clean up.”

“Well I want her as well tonight and I want to see what the stripes from the crop look like across her fat arse. She needs to know we mean business and won’t be taking any nonsense from her. Take her to the toilet and bring her to the bedroom and I’ll thrash her arse while she sucks you off. That’s how real slaves get treated.”

“Please no,” I started to plead.

“What were you told about speaking slave?” I wasn’t given chance to answer before she said, “That’s some extra stripes for your arse. Start protesting some more and it will be your tits that feel the bite of the crop too. As you can tell, I am not pleased with what my husband is doing and yes, I will take my anger out on you. You are certainly not the type of girl I wanted for Bobby. Take her away Dan or I’ll start on the whore right now.”

Dan led me upstairs and into a large bathroom with a deep tub, an ornate shower and the usual toilet and washbasins set into a counter and backed by a full-length mirror. “Sorry,” Dan apologised, “I know it should be ladies first but I’m pretty desperate.” You better stand and watch because you’ll be getting a close-up view of my prick shortly.” He indicated where I should stand, lifted the seat and pulled out his prick. It seemed large to me but I found out that it wasn’t exceptional. I blanched at the thought that soon I would have to take that thing in my mouth. I knew the biology of it all and one doesn’t take computer courses without seeing some of the graphic videos that pop up unexpectedly when seemingly innocent words are typed into a search engine but this was for real. I would feel it, smell it and it taste the semen that came out of it.

He lowered the seat and told me that it was my turn. Yesterday, (was it only yesterday? I remember thinking) I would have been highly embarrassed at having to pee in front of anyone. I was when I had to do it while the girls watched, but I was past that stage now. I needed to go and I did. While I sat there, Dan opened a cabinet and found a tube of cream that he rubbed into the chafe marks on my wrists and ankles. “Is your collar okay?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I answered and then tried to ask, “Will ma’am really thrash...”

He put his fingers across my lips. Phyl is in the bedroom behind that door and while she won’t hear the words you’re saying, she will know it is your voice. And yes, I’m afraid your arse will be sore before you go to sleep tonight. You will have to take great care to avoid annoying her in future. And don’t think of trying to run and hide or do anything to avoid it; the penalties will be too severe and she’ll forget about your having to work after you go back. As you may have guessed, she didn’t like the idea of my buying a slave girl as a present for my son in the first place. It wasn’t my idea either…” His voice trailed off as though he was about to say something that he shouldn’t. “Rinse your face and let’s get it over with.” Terrified and with my whole body trembling, he led me back into the bedroom.

Phyl sat up in an enormous four-poster bed wearing only a short see-through nightdress that seemed incongruous on a woman of her age. I guessed she was several years younger than her husband but with all the beauty treatments available to those with enough money to afford them, my guess could have been way out. “You took your time,” she snapped. “Delaying things is not going to help you. Now get yourself bent over the end of the bed. I think we’d better cuff her to one of the posts Dan.”

“No please. I’m not really a slave…”

“Silence girl. Dan put that ball back in her mouth and shut her up. I’ve heard enough of her whining.” Dan did as he was instructed but instead of the metal cuffs I’d been wearing, he used soft leather ones. They were new and I guessed they had been bought especially for me, “But how did he know he would win me at the auction?” I thought. “How could he have known?” My being forced to lie across the bed soon distracted my thoughts and helplessly I allowed my wrists to be fastened to a post. “Hold her ankles Dan, I don’t want her kicking. Make sure you hold her tight because this may be the first real thrashing of her life and if I have my way it won’t be the last.”

“Don’t be too unkind dear. It is her first time.” I heard Dan’s words as he stood between by feet that overhung the side of the bed and grasped them to his body. The fact that he could now see my open vagina was the least of my worries. It was only seconds later that I felt the first of a searing series of stripes across my bottom. Had I been able, I would have screamed the house down, but I was helpless.

“The strap seems to have warmed her arse up nicely, now let’s see what the crop does.” Through a haze of pain I heard Phyl’s sharp voice and it registered that the thrashing I’d just had was only the beginning. I didn’t believe that I could take any more pain but I had no choice.

“I think a dozen will do for starters, then we’ll see how she performs and if it isn’t good enough, she can have another dozen.” Hardly had her words sunk in and a line of fire decorated my poor bottom. I didn’t believe a woman could withstand such abuse but every few seconds the riding crop bit deeply into my soft flesh. “She should be able to take plenty more of this. Just look at the way her arse flesh bounces when the crop bites into it. What a sight. I’m beginning to be pleased that you bought her.” My mind couldn’t conceive how any woman could be so cruel and callous. Finally, after I’d withstood more pain than I ever thought possible, I realised it was over and her fingers were massaging and nipping the ridges across my buttocks. I just lay there sobbing and wondering what I had done to deserve this severity of punishment.

“It looks like that got you well and truly aroused Dan. Do you want first turn with her?”

“No dear. You can have her first. I’m glad I didn’t allow her to suck me during that thrashing. It was overly severe dear and I think she would have bitten it off.”

When Dan came to free my hands, I saw his prick was now standing rigidly up and looked much larger than when I’d seen it earlier. I tried to rub my bottom but was ordered to lie between Phyl’s legs, my face close to her crotch. “Remember slave no complaining or begging when the gag is removed otherwise you know what will happen. Your arse or tits will have another dose of the crop.” The hateful woman’s voice sounded gleeful. “Have you ever serviced a woman before girl?”

“No… ma’…am,” I stuttered my reply.

“Well you should know the places that arouse you when you use your fingers to amuse yourself, do the same to me but with your tongue.” She gripped my collar and pulled me until my face was buried in her sparse pubic hair. “Get on with it,” she ordered, “And make sure you do a good job unless you want another thrashing. And stop that crying, I don’t want my sheets all wet.” I didn’t want to feel the riding crop ever again but I couldn’t prevent my tears flowing but she didn’t comment on them. Tentatively I started running my tongue up and down her labia and clitoris. “Harder!” came the sharp command. I licked harder and sucked on her clit. She was already very wet and I guessed that thrashing me had got her juices going and I hoped it wouldn’t be too difficult for me to get her to climax. It still took five or ten minutes so perhaps her age had something to do with it.

“Your turn Dan.” The woman didn’t comment on my performance but simply pushed me away, wiped her wet stomach with a tissue and smoothed her nightdress down. Unconcernedly she slid under the bedclothes ready for sleeping.

Dan whispered his instructions to me. “You’ll lie under the duvet head first so that your mouth is level with my prick and your cunt with mine. I’ve brought the cream so I’ll rub some of that into your arse but then you must suck me all the way and don’t let any of my spunk stain the sheets. I shall want to suck and play with you at the same time. You will try and keep your mouth around my prick all night long. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” I whispered back.

“None of this should hurt you Hayley.” At least that was something to be grateful for.

The pain in my buttocks increased when I got off the bed to walk round to his side and I was shaking so much that I fell to my knees and had to grab a bedpost to pull myself up. I know I cried out at the sight when I passed the mirrored wardrobe and saw the livid welts; even allowing for the dim light, they looked raw but there was no blood. They hurt so badly I was afraid to touch them and I certainly had no wish to receive any further punishment by staining the sheet. Inwardly I cursed the girls from the office, cursed the woman who’d thrashed me, and cursed Dan for not preventing it. Almost inaudibly I winced as I walked the few steps.

Dan lay on the bed with the duvet pulled back so that I could get in without struggling. The clock showed 1:53 a.m. I hadn’t been up this late for many years, but my attention was focused on the fire in my buttocks and by the stiff prick that I would soon be sucking. I almost cried out when Dan applied the cream but I managed to keep it within me for I had no wish to waken the callous bitch and suffer further at her hands. I know Dan tried to be gentle but the least touch sent bolts of pain through to my brain. He was considerate enough to wait a few minutes for me to recover a little before ordering me to suck him and for that I suppose I should have been grateful.

I’d seen the pictures posted on various web sites but this was for real. “Well at least it isn’t going to hurt you to try it,” I told myself, “And if you don’t do it, he’ll probably have to spank you or worse… and if that wakes up madam!” That thought didn’t bear thinking about and, as gently as I could, I lay beside him in the classic sixty-nine position. Dan covered me with the light duvet so I couldn’t see what I was doing but I found there was adequate air for me to breathe even if it was a little stifling. Tentatively I took the end of his prick into my mouth. His hips started a slow in and out movement and finding that there was no real unpleasantness in sucking it, I responded with more positive sucking movements of my own. “You need to keep him happy Hayley,” I reasoned, “He might be able to protect you from his wife although she seems to be the one who wears the trousers in this household.” I tried to concentrate on what I was doing but all the time, the pain in my bottom took top priority and tears flowed unchecked from my eyes.

Without any warning, Dan shifted his body and threw one leg to the other side of my face and he partially rolled on top of me. Involuntarily I gave a yell as my bottom took the full weight of my body and part of his but fortunately the duvet stifled it. His hands parted my legs, again causing more pain but then I felt his lips on my pubic mound and his tongue start licking along my slit. “He’s doing to me what I did to his wife and it feels nice. You’d better carry on sucking him properly.” Putting my thoughts into action, I recommenced sucking with more enthusiasm and it wasn’t long before I tasted his semen. It wasn’t the ‘boiling hot liquid’ that some stories proclaimed, in fact it had little taste and I’d swallowed much of it before I realised what had happened. By now though, even with all the pain, his ministrations were bearing fruit and I was reaching my climax. Gently I rubbed my mound against his mouth until I shuddered and came.

“Good night,” Dan whispered under the cover, “Just keep sucking gently. It’s something I often wanted to try but didn’t have the chance.” He moved to one side again and it was with some relief I felt the weight lift from my tender bottom. For the time being I just kept his now soft prick in my mouth without really working on it.

Tired as I was, sleep wouldn’t come although from the lack of movement, I think Dan did. I lay quietly thinking and hoping the pain would die down. It did a little but I only had to move a tiny amount before it started up again. “What are they going to do with me? Will they really allow me to go home? What will Bobby be like? Was there any chance that I might escape? Whatever happens this will be a Christmas you will remember for the rest of your life girl and perhaps not the most pleasant of Christmases either. Certainly it will be different. At least you won’t be spending it at home alone, lonely and depressed. No you’ll spend it here being raped and thrashed. All because of those office bitches. Will I have the courage to go back to the office when they know what happened to me? Should I go to the police and get them arrested? Would that not cause me even more embarrassment and humiliation? Probably I’ll have to look for another job. That is if I get to go back. Will they just keep me here? Or sell me again to get their money back. I remember hearing on the news that there was still an illegal trade in selling white girls to Indonesia. Still no one will really want a fat girl like me.” Eventually I must have drifted off to sleep because Dan, thrusting his hard prick in my face, jerked me awake. It must have slipped out while I was asleep. Not wishing to incur his wrath, I started sucking again and didn’t object when he reciprocated. Once more I tasted his seed and he licked me to another climax. “If it wasn’t for the caning and the pain, I could get to enjoy this,” I mused, “But what will it be like to be raped as I surely will later on?”

Suddenly the duvet folded back and Dan indicated that I should get out and get my handbag. I hobbled like an old woman behind him into the bathroom and we washed and did our teeth together and he insisted on watching me take my pill. At least they wanted to ensure that I didn’t become pregnant. I was still rather shy at using the toilet with him alongside me but I had to go and I had no idea when another opportunity might occur so I sat carefully on the seat. He gave a little smile when I cried out quietly as my weight on the hard seat caused another stab of pain but it wasn’t an evil smile and I tried to give a little grin back but it was very forced.

“Put your hands behind your neck,” he ordered quietly. I knew he didn’t wish to wake Phyl and I did as he requested. This of course, pushed my breasts forward and he spent some time playing with them. Although they are not out of proportion to the rest of my frame, they are rather large and I’ve always tried to keep them hidden under layers of clothing. He seemed to enjoy rolling them around in his hands and then suckling my nipples until they became erect and hard and my vagina became moist yet again. I noticed that his prick started to harden but he didn’t become fully erect.  No doubt that was too much to expect for a man of his age. At least he put some more cream on my welts.

 

Chapter 4. Christmas Eve

“Breakfast time,” he murmured and he donned a dressing gown and showed me, still naked apart from my pink slippers, collar and cuffs, into a smaller room to one side of the bedroom. Just the word breakfast had made me aware of my hunger. I hadn’t eaten anything since my lunchtime sandwiches of the previous day and I was never one to worry overmuch about dieting. A table covered with a neat white tablecloth with polished silverware arranged for two places stood in the centre of the room. I guessed the places were for Dan and Phyl and wondered what I would be having. “They must feed slaves,” I thought, “But will they just give me a bowl on the floor?”

Dan pulled a cord near the door and shortly afterwards a middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform entered carrying a tray with a carafe of coffee. She was as startled as I was. “Good morning Marie,” Dan greeted her, “This is Hayley. We’ve bought her as a slave until the New Year or rather she is a Christmas present slave for Robert so please don’t mention it to him. It’s a surprise.”

“No sir, I won’t. I’m sure it will be a big surprise! Good morning sir, good morning Miss Hayley.” The woman soon recovered her composure. “I’m glad that I’m only a maid and not a slave, even a temporary one,” she smiled and I knew she’d seen the welts on my bottom.

“Slaves cost more than I pay you,” Dan laughed his reply and I guessed the woman had been in their employ for long enough to become almost one of the household. “Can you rustle up enough breakfast for two please Marie? And another cup please? ”

“Only for two sir?” Marie looked at me and grinned. “Should I also bring some pain killers for Miss Hayley sir?”  He nodded and she left.

Sitting, even on a cushioned seat was an ordeal but the breakfast was great. It was the ‘full English’ style breakfast that I only had when I’d stayed at hotels so it was a nice start to the day. But how long would it last? Dan asked me a few questions about what I would normally be doing on a Saturday and about my job, which I answered but I was immediately stopped when I tried to ask what was going to happen to me there.

Phyl awoke about 9:30 and, after she’d been to the toilet, I had to service her like I had the previous night. This time she sat in the bedside chair and sipped her coffee while I buried my face in her groin. I think she came twice before she allowed me get up. “Run me a bath,” she ordered abruptly. For a moment I stood confused but the swish of the riding crop and the pain as it caught first my left breast and then the right on the backstroke, quickly brought home to me that I had to obey and obey quickly. I screamed and I wanted to swear at her and punch her in the face but I knew the consequences could be far more painful. Instead I cried and, clutching my sore breasts, ran into the bathroom. My pleasant dallying with the master was over.

For the next hour, I had to bathe and pamper her while she treated me with distain and my efforts never seemed good enough but at least I didn’t get any more stripes with the crop.

Dan came into the bedroom wearing his outdoor clothing when I was trying to dress madam and although he noticed the stripes, he didn’t comment on it. “Dan, will you ask Marie to get rid of this bird’s nest. It offends and disgusts me and I’m sure Robert will not want the target of his manhood hidden away like it is now.” Phyl indicated my pubic hair. She only sported a narrow vertical line of hair above her slit and her labial lips were completely bald. The statement shocked me and I began a few words of protest and cupped my hands on my mound as if to protect it, but she responded with two more lightning fast, strokes across both breasts. I screamed and doubled up in agony and remained that way until I felt Dan’s arms around me.

“That’s enough Phyl. I bought her as Bobby’s slave and you’ve damaged her enough already.” Dan’s tone was quiet and yet full of authority and I began to revise my opinion as to who wore the trousers. “Yes, I agree with you that her pubic hair is unsightly and I will remove it myself. It is not the maid’s job. I’ll do it when I get back from the golf club. I’ll only be an hour or so, the fog is too thick for any play today and it is getting late anyway.”

“You just want to play with her cunt again,” Phyl retorted but didn’t say anything to countermand it.

Dan ignored that remark and reiterated that she was to leave me alone and then he turned to me. “And just remember Hayley you volunteered to be a slave and therefore you must act like one. You will do as you are told without question; that’s what slaves do, otherwise I will chastise you myself until you won’t be able to sit until well into the New Year. Now go into the breakfast room and I’ll ask Marie to take you to a spare room and set you some chores to do. You are after all, supposed to be a house slave. That’s what they described you as at the auction. You will obey Marie just as you would one of us but I doubt if she will even think of punishing you.” He indicated that I should leave and I knew there was no point in arguing that I didn’t volunteer; the forged papers disproved that, at least according to them.

Marie took me to a small room, well small compared to the other rooms in the house but it was larger than my bedroom. It only contained a table, a couple of wooden chairs and a washbasin set in a small cabinet. “Have you ever cleaned horse brasses?” she asked with a friendly smile. I shook my head. “Now’s your chance to learn. It’s not difficult and shouldn’t tax your muscles too much but it’s a filthy job and one that I hate doing.” She paused and gave a little smile, “But at least you won’t get your clothes dirty. I’ll bring a cushion and an apron anyway and you can say I told you to wear it if Daniel asks. It will keep you out of the mistress’s way and I’m going to lock you in as much to keep her out as to keep you in.” Tears ran down my cheeks again and she came and gave me a motherly hug, “I’ll bring some cream for your tits and do your arse again when I come back. Those stripes look very painful so I’m just glad I’m not a slave. You better not have any more pain killers for another hour or so though.” She looked carefully and my swollen breasts and commented, “The mistress isn’t usually bad tempered like that so you’ve upset her over something, perhaps it is just your being here or maybe she was hoping for a society girl for Bobby. I hope he takes to you. He’s shunned all the good-looking girls so far. You’re very different so maybe he’ll take a shine to you. He’s a nice lad. Very quiet around strangers and especially girls who talk with an affected voice like they own the world.”

Fifteen minutes later she returned with a wicker basket of the horse brasses that normally decorated the main dining room and, more importantly from my point of view, a cushion. Unconcernedly she applied the cream to my breasts and gave me a couple more paracetamol tablets with the instruction not to let on that she’d given them to me. “I guess it won’t do you any harm just this once and it is several hours since you took the others so I changed my mind about bringing them.” An hour later Marie bought sandwiches and a pot of tea for me and checked on my progress with brasses. Even with the plastic apron she’d supplied I was pretty filthy but she just grinned in a friendly way, “When you get a chance to look in a mirror, you’ll know why I hate the job! Try and get them finished before he comes back if you can then I can get hang them back again so they’ll look nice for Christmas. You should have time. Once he gets in the club bar with his friends, he’ll lose all track of the time.”

So it proved. I did finish the cleaning and had chance to sit and mull over the events of he past twenty-four hours. Already my being in the office seemed like a lifetime ago. “What will Robert, Bob or Bobby be like? There must be something odd about him if he shunned the society girls who I had no doubt were far more beautiful and glamorous than me. Will he be mentally sub-normal? Deformed? What will they expect me to do with him? Seems like I will be raped by him if he likes me and if he doesn’t then no doubt Dan will and I will have to put up with him and the mistress bitch.”

“You look like something out of Dickens,” Dan commented with a smile on his face, “Except of course you’re not thin and malnourished!”

“Leave the poor girl alone sir, she’s worked hard while you’ve been boozing at the club,” Marie came to my defence.

“It’s okay Marie, I meant no harm but you have to admit she looks a comical sight with all those black smudges over her face and body. What do you think I should do? Take her into the courtyard and wash her down with the high pressure hose?” It took a few moments for me to realise he was joking.

“A hot shower might be preferable,” Marie interjected, “Taking her outside like that might scare the horses. Thanks for doing the brasses Hayley, that’s the cleanest they’ve been for a long while.” At last I seemed to have done something right and for the first time since I arrived I had been praised.

Dan decided he would shower too and washed me and in turn, I washed him. This of course led to him kissing and sucking my sore breasts and my having to suck his prick again but by then I was almost blasé over it. I knew that after all the washing it was clean. I was more concerned when he said he was going to shave me. His breath smelled of alcohol and I regretted that I’d objected to Marie doing it but it was too late. “Sit on the counter and spread yourself nice and wide Hayley so that I can trim the bulk of the hair away before I start to shave you.” Apprehensively I did so especially when I saw he took a small pair of pointed scissors from a drawer but I need not have worried. The hard counter surface taxed my ability to hold still but he quickly trimmed all my hair down to stubble length and then used his electric razor to complete the job. It pulled a few of the longer hairs but I actually started to get aroused from the vibrations of the razor.

Marie brought afternoon tea and cream cakes into the breakfast room and I wondered if ‘mistress bitch’ would be joining us but Dan remarked that she was out for the afternoon visiting friends, “Probably she’s telling them all about you,” he remarked to my chagrin.

The next three hours or so I spent cleaning and dusting a spare bedroom. It was just something to keep me busy and out of the way. Phyl came back a little before dinner and I had to stand up straight with my legs spread while she inspected me. Dan looked on but made no move to interfere and I did my best to allow her to do as she wished. Grudgingly, after poking around my vagina and painfully squeezing my tender breasts until I howled, she seemed satisfied and I was sent into the breakfast room while they went to the dining room.

“Hi Haley, mum sent me up with your dinner. Wow! I’ve never seen a naked slave before. Kewl!” A young girl, I guessed about eighteen years old entered the room carrying a tray with a steaming plate of hot food. I could get used to the service if not the lifestyle. “I’m Karen, by the way. You must be brave to have asked to be a slave and to allow yourself to be punished like that. I don’t think that I would.”

I took an instant liking to the girl with the bubbly personality. “It’s not what you think Karen. I’m being forced to do this. I would much rather be at home even though I wouldn’t have a meal like this brought to me. I’d probably just microwave an instant meal. It’s often just too much bother to cook for one but at least I wouldn’t be so sore that it is difficult to move. Please thank your mother.”

“I will. Would you mind if I stayed and talked while you ate? It’ll save me coming back up to collect your plate.” I didn’t really mind but I did wonder how much I dared tell the girl. If I said too much and it got back to Dan before I could escape, I would get a real thrashing, of that I was certain. Not that the one last night wasn’t real. She was nice so I agreed with the proviso that I wouldn’t be allowed to answer all her questions.

“Okay,” she said, “Looks like you’ve already been punished enough so you won’t want any more. Sorry I know I shouldn’t stare at your tits but those marks look painful. Mum said Phyl had thrashed your arse too. I bet you hate her. Mum also said that they bought you at an auction and you’re going to be given to Bobby for Christmas. I’ve only had sex a few times but I guess you must have had plenty of boys if you allowed yourself to be sold as a slave.”

“No… I’ve never… I didn’t want… They took me…” Karen looked shocked.

“Sorry. Me and my big mouth. I just assumed… Have you met Bobby yet?”

“No, they’re keeping me away from him. A surprise so you mustn’t tell.”

“He’s a bit odd. Good looking and all that but very shy. Even I can’t get him to talk all that much and I’ve known him since I was a baby. Spends nearly all his time on the computer. Designing web sites for people… I think he also spends a lot of time on the porn sites too. I walked in one day and there was this girl on the screen with a man’s cock in her mouth. Yukk!”

I didn’t mention that I’d already been made to do that. “I work with computers. Graphic design. I design catalogues and brochures and stuff like that.” I tried to steer the conversation away from my slavery but she returned to it.

“Perhaps you’ll have something to talk about then. He’s pretty intelligent too. Did well at college and could have gone to university but decided against it. Said he’d had enough of exams and stuff like that. His parents are rich enough to keep him anyway. Are they going to parcel you up and put you under the Christmas tree tonight… dressed like you are?” She giggled in her infectious way and I had to smile too.

“I’ve no idea. I’m only a slave according to them so I won’t be told. I doubt there is a box in the house big enough.”

Karen leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, “Mummy said that when she last saw him naked, and that was a few years back, he was well equipped in the man department. I’ve not seen it though. I think she walked in on him when he’d just got out of the shower.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend Karen?”

“Yes. Derek goes to college with me but he’s gone to Newcastle to spend Christmas with his parents.  We get on well enough but I don’t think we’re in love or anything. He’s good fun to go out with and I’ve sneaked him in here a few times. There are plenty of spare rooms that no one goes in and we can do it together. Don’t tell mum though.”

“What about your father? Does he work here too?”

“Apparently he took one look at me when mum brought me home and he packed his bags and left. Mum teases me over that.”

By then I’d finished my dinner and Karen took the plate. “I’ll bring your afters up as soon as it’s ready. Sorry, it’s dessert in this house.” She did but we didn’t talk any more because her mother had told her off for spending time with me. I did find out that she wasn’t paid to work there, she lived with her mother in the part of the house that used to be the servants quarters when the then owners kept a dozen staff. Marie was paid a low wage but her board and keep were free and so was Karen’s.

I spent the rest of the evening sitting in the breakfast room until Dan and Phyl came up to bed. Fortunately they were much earlier than the previous night so I guessed they, like me, were very tired from the lack of sleep. Mistress bitch again wanted servicing but not until after Dan had fucked her. I had to watch closely as the two rutted away like newly weds but I surmised that was because of my embarrassment at being made to witness the act. It took all my courage to put my mouth to her vagina after Dan had finished. Odd I suppose. I’d already sucked him completely several times but then I hadn’t been able to see what I was actually swallowing. Now there was this creamy, pasty substance that I had to lick but my fear of the crop overcame my revulsion. I doubted if Dan would protect me if I refused.

Before I went to bed that night, Dan re-fitted the leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles that has been removed when I had a shower, ‘to be ready in the morning.’ So he said. Dan allowed me to sleep the right way round in the bed that night and I lay spooned with him at my back, his hands groping my still sore breasts and his prick in my bottom crease. Even though he was fairly gentle his hands still hurt when he touched the welts but it didn’t last long and soon he drifted off to sleep and I must have done so soon after.

 

Chapter 5. Christmas day

An alarm went off and I opened my eyes. 6:30 a.m. What a time to wake on Christmas morning when there are no excited young children around! Dan hustled me out of bed, made me do my morning ablutions and then he picked up a large plastic carrier bag filled with things I wasn’t allowed to see, and he slung my handbag over his shoulder before taking me downstairs. Stealthily we crept along a passageway. He signalled me to be quiet by putting a finger across his lips although with the red ball gag in my mouth I couldn’t make a lot of noise. We waited in a little recess for what seemed hours but was probably only fifteen minutes until I saw in silhouette the figure of a large man as he stepped out of a room and went into another across the hallway. “That’s his computer room,” Dan whispered in my ear, “He’ll be checking his emails and stuff now. We’ve got ten minutes or so and then he usually makes a cup of tea in his room.”

Quickly he dragged me into the boy’s bedroom and after pulling the bedclothes straight, made me lie on top of the bed. I hardly had time to glance around the room before Dan removed pieces of rope from the bag and tied me spread-eagled to the foot and headboards.

Soon it was too late. I lay helplessly trussed to the bed, a length of Christmas wrapping paper across my breasts and another covering my groin. On my stomach he placed a large envelope with

Happy Christmas Robert

You have this slave girl to enjoy until the New Year

Instructions inside

scrawled in felt tip pen on the front. Dan quietly slipped out of the room. I couldn’t help myself, I started sobbing at my utter vulnerability and my inability to do anything about it. Whatever happened now was totally beyond my control. In the soft light from the bedside lamp I could make out the room was distinctly a boy’s room but there were no posters of naked or semi-clad women or even of rock stars. “Perhaps he’s gay. If so will he throw me out? Rape my bottom?” For a while I debated if trying to scream would prevent my rape but decided that all it would do would be to add punishment to the ordeal. In any case the amount of noise that passed through the gag was limited. Besides if what Karen said was true, he might not wish to have me anyway. That would mean Dan would rape me and I didn’t want my first time to be with an old man like him.

Perhaps my whimpering caught Bobby’s attention because it was only minutes later the boy appeared in the room, looking enormous from my viewpoint. In fact he was 6ft 5 inches but very broad with it. I could see the muscles of his chest and thought that he could well tear me apart if he so wished. Baggy pyjama trousers hid his lower form so I couldn’t see the prick that might at any time take my maidenhead. From what I could see through my bleary eyes, I guessed that he was probably about my own age.

For long moments he stood still staring in disbelief at me. “Holy shit, what have they done this time? Not another little tart they want me to marry? Why can’t they leave my love life alone? Why can’t they understand that I have no need of a woman in my life and certainly not a whore who offers herself as a bloody part time slave.” Apart from the half expected swear words, his voice was quite gentle although it did show his surprise. He turned and switched on the overhead light and suddenly I was in its full glare. My mind flashed back to the spotlights of the auction and I sobbed freely.

“A slave girl? In this day and age? I don’t believe it. You’re just a prostitute they’ve hired for a few days.” He’d picked up the envelope and read the cover. “A slave girl for just a week? Hang on, let me undo these ropes and then you can go home girl. While I’ve often thought how nice it would be to have a slave girl, in reality I don’t think I could stand seeing a girl whipped and abused.” Once my ankles were freed, and I moved a little, the wrapping paper hiding my more private parts, slipped off and he saw the welts on my breasts. “My mother? Surely she didn’t hit you there?” he asked when he gently touched them. I could only nod but lay still while he undid my wrists and finally removed the gag.

“Thank you sir,” I managed to croak.

“Not sir, Bobby will do. What else did they do to you? Stand up and let me have a good look at you.” I stood shaking and crying and didn’t resist when he turned me round and saw the welts on my bottom. His face showed his anger and I wondered if it would be directed at me. Maybe he would take after his mother and enjoy hurting me but that proved not to be the case. “Jesus Christ! What on earth did you do to deserve a thrashing like that? What is your name? I can’t go round calling you slave girl can I?”

“Hayley Jennings sir… Bobby.”

“You may be short in height Hayley Jennings but you’re a big girl otherwise so how did you come to be in this predicament?”

Mindful that if I was returned to his parents, I might well end up with another thrashing, I doubted if it was wise to tell him the story yet. “I’m not allowed to say,” I answered slowly.

“Why? My parents have some hold over you?”

“They bought me si… Bobby.”

He shook his head. “I know money buy a lot of things but a slave girl? Where are your clothes?”

I only had a fur coat and these slippers when they sold me. I’ve no idea where the coat is. I’ve a handbag somewhere, maybe in the recess outside the door where we waited for you to go into the computer room. Your father had it with him when we left his bathroom. Please don’t hurt me any more, please.”

“I have no intention of hurting you, or keeping you for that matter.”

I looked on with some trepidation as Bobby opened the envelope and pulled out the sheets. I could see the sheet with my false instructions on the top. Should I refute what was written or would that again land me in more trouble? I kept quiet for the time being. Whether it was the notes or the looks he gave me, I noticed that his pyjamas were now pushed outwards in the front and then when he turned his prick popped right out of the fly. “Sorry,” he apologised, “Can’t help what it does. Would you like to get under the covers while we talk and try and sort this out? Have they given you anything for the pain?”

I sat propped up against the pillows with the blanket pulled up to cover my breasts. “Is what it says here true?” he asked. When I answered negatively, I could see him debating whether what I said was really true or whether I was denying it because that’s what I said I would do in the paper. For the time being I could see no way of proving it without telling him the whole story and even then he might not believe it.

“It says here that for years you fantasised about being captured and forced to do the will of a master but until now, your shyness kept you a virgin and we are to ignore any pleas and to treat you like a true slave and for us to punish you in the proper manner. Did your friends do this for you and is it true you want to be punished?”

“It is true that I am still a virgin,” I blushed profusely when I said that thinking at the same time that a few days ago I would never even have answered the question. “No it is not true that I want to used and punished like a slave.”

“True or not, I think I will drive you home later this morning.”

A knock and the door and Phyl and Dan entered. “Have you taken her yet Bobby?” Phyl asked sharply.

“No mother, but I will be taking her home later.”

“No you will not son,” Dan used his soft authoritative voice, “I paid a lot of money for her and if you are not going to make good use of her, then I will. She wanted to be a slave; she wanted to be fucked and by Christ she will be before her stay with us is over. I had to go a long way to buy her and now either you do it or your mother and I will enjoy her to the full. The choice is yours Bob, if she is still a virgin at dinnertime tonight, she sleeps in our bed again. Understand?”

Bobby’s eyes flashed their anger at his father but he nodded and then muttered, “So I’m given a Christmas present that is not really mine and can be taken away at your whim? Some present.” I could tell that it wasn’t the first time that issues like this had cropped up between Bobby and his parents.

“Use her, or lose her. It’s up to you. I will enjoy decorating her a bit more if you don’t claim her properly. I’m sure you’d like some more tattoos to go with the ones you already have.” Phyllis sneered at me and I cringed back as far as I was able.

 Dan ignored the remark and went on, “Marie is cooking a special Christmas breakfast, bring her up in a fifteen minutes. They’ve all seen her naked now so that’s no problem. She’s a slave. That’s what she volunteered for and for the next few days, that is what she is going to be. Put that prick of yours that’s obscenely pushing out the front of your pants to good use. You might well find that you like it and perhaps she will too but that not of too much concern to us. We’re paying for her.”

“And give arse a good walloping if she resists,” Phyl called back as they left the room.

I started sobbing again and Bobby put his arms around my shoulders and rocked me like a baby for a few minutes. “Come and get a wash and then we’ll brave it to the food. Marie’s Christmas breakfasts are really something. We’ll decide what to do when we get back. I have a short dressing gown that might do for you.”

I felt a little better after washing my face but I was disappointed that even his short gown was too long and it trailed over the floor. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. As Dan said, I’ve been naked in front of Marie and Karen before. Won’t it make you… excited?” I asked.

“Probably … but that seems to be what they want. Lets go. If you can pretend to be a slave, I can pretend to be a lover.” To my surprise he linked arms and escorted me up the stairs.

Places were laid for six. Tradition had it that on Christmas Day, the staff shared the meals at the same table as their employers. Now I presumed that is also included slaves. Karen greeted me cheerfully, “Have you done it yet?” she whispered excitedly and looked down when I said, “Not yet.”

“Don’t waste too much time. It won’t be too long before you leave. I’d have pulled him into the bed at the first opportunity.” I had to smile at her impish grin.

Breakfast was quiet except for Karen’s chatter and no further reference was made to my status until I made mention of it at the end of the meal. “Do you wish this slave girl to help clean up in the kitchen Marie,” I asked.

“Get along with you Hayley. I’m sure young Bobby is dying to play with his new toy. Go and have fun.” Bobby stood alongside me and she turned to him, “Play with her Bobby, she needs some loving and comforting. This is a very traumatic experience for her and not at all like the Christmas she expected to spend.”

“And let her play on your computer Bobby. She’s a computer artist in real life,” Karen piped up. Bobby looked at me in some surprise but just linked arms again and led me back to his rooms. For a while he sat in an easy chair and looked deep in thought. I sat on the bed and wondered what he was thinking and if I should offer myself to him as the lesser of the evils. I really didn’t want to go back to the mistress bitch although Dan was all right when he was on his own.

Suddenly Bobby stood up, removed his dressing gown and lowered his pyjamas. For the first time I saw his prick clearly. It was not hard or erect but it stood out a little way from his body and I could tell that it was bigger than Dan’s. “This is it,” I told myself, “My virginity is going. He’s going to rape me now.” But he didn’t or at least it wasn’t rape. He didn’t force me.

“I’ve thought about what Marie said and what will happen to you if I send you back upstairs. You’ve been hurt more than enough now. I’ve decided that the least I could do is to play with my new toy. If I don’t you’ll probably feel rejected; think that you’re not good enough when the reverse could be true. I don’t know. The other girls they’ve introduced me to have all be bimbos. High-class bimbos but they were all socialites. Fine hairdo’s, fashion conscious and shallow. I’m not so sure that applies to you. So get into the bed and I’ll get in too and we’ll play for a while. Whether or not we have sex at this point remains to be seen. What will be, will be.”

He climbed in after me and we started with a gentle cuddle, our bodies hardly touching but then his hands drifted over my breasts and down between my legs. His prick was now rigid and I could feel myself becoming very moist between my legs. “Caress me too; it shouldn’t be a one sided thing.”  We must have spent nearly an hour just playing but towards the end of that period, his rubbing of my mound had me so aroused that I almost demanded that he put his prick in me. I knew I was on the verge of a climax and yet I was reluctant to say the words I’m sure he wanted to hear. In the end I could wait no longer. “Fuck me, Bobby, fuck me now.” He didn’t need a second request so I guessed he was as worked up as I was. Almost before the words were out of my mouth, his prick was at my entrance. Thankfully he restrained himself and took his time entering my tight opening but once properly in, he thrust forward and with a sharp stab of pain, my precious maidenhead was gone. I was past caring about that: I was past caring that each thrust jolted the pain in my bottom. I wanted him. Thrusting my hips to meet his, I only cared that soon I would have the most glorious climax of my life. It came and I cried out but Bobby continued thrusting. Five minutes later, he was still pumping and I came noisily a second time. It took Bobby another minute or two before he sent his sperm into my vagina.

We lay soaked in sweat for a while until Bobby broke the silence. “Thank you Hayley. Sorry you had to learn of my problem that way.”

“What problem?” I asked baffled.

“It takes me ages before I come.”

“That’s not a problem, that’s a delight.” I waited awhile and sat up, “There is another problem though.”  I blushed red before going on, “I’ve been bleeding and have stained the sheets. Is there a washing machine we can put them through without asking Marie?”

“Maybe that is one of the things they want to see. Do you want to sleep with me or go back to my parents room?” We both knew the answer to that and kissed deeply. Marie and Karen both hugged me when we took the soiled sheets to them and Karen even offered to come and make the bed for me but I said that it was no problem for me to do it.

Marie took me to one side and gave me two more pills and a bottle of lotion. “I suspect that you may be pretty tender down here for a little while. Girls usually are after the first time and Bobby is a bit larger than most so this stuff may help. Karen said you were really forced into this situation but whether or not that is true, I think you enjoyed it. You have a sparkle in your eyes that wasn’t there earlier. Bobby’s a good lad when you can get passed his shyness with girls. Something happened when he was a young lad that put him off the other sex because he changed suddenly when he was about eleven years old. I believe it was Lord Prendergast’s snooty twins. They looked like innocent angels but I knew they ridiculed Bobby no end because he was so big and rather awkward. He never says though.” It was something for me to ponder on if I wasn’t to be thrown on the proverbial scrap heap when my term of slavery ended.

This suggestion was reinforced when after the Christmas dinner ‘mistress bitch’ cattily remarked, “Just because he fucked you once, don’t expect him to want to see you when we hand you your freedom again. We’ll be looking for someone with more breeding to be with him on a permanent basis so don’t get any fantasy ideas that you’ll marry him or anything.”

We played with each other for much of what was left of Christmas day and we made love again before going to sleep.  My vagina was tender and rather raw but I decided the pain was far less than the riding crop and far more enjoyable. Both of us cast away our inhibitions and he massaged and kissed all parts of my body while I did the same to him.

 

Chapter 6. The bet

Next morning, Boxing Day, I had reason to believe he might take after his father. We showered together and I sucked him but after a long session earlier, he didn’t come. Afterwards I followed him into his computer room and sat beside him while he opened his emails. Nothing untoward there. I wondered if he would have normally opened the porno spam mail but he didn’t that day. Then when I asked about his web page he opened it up and, as a professional, I looked at it critically. Technically it was fine but there was nothing eye-catching in the design. By then I thought that I knew him well enough to remark, “That’s a grotty looking page. Is that the best you can do?” Even as the words came out, I knew that I had offended him and for a few moments his eyes showed his anger but then they changed to brightness again.

“So a lowly slave dares to criticise her master’s work. I cannot condone such insubordination and feel it is my duty to see that she is well and truly punished.” I could tell he was having difficulty in keeping a straight face as he pushed his chair away from the keyboard and pulled me over his lap. The spanks he laid on my poor bottom, although fairly gentle, on top of the welts they hurt more than I think he realised and although I squealed and pleaded he didn’t stop until the whole area was well reddened. When he finally let me up, I could see his prick was hard and ready for action. He didn’t take me back into the bedroom as I had expected but pushed me over the back of the one easy chair in the room and took me doggie fashion. His groin hitting my sore buttocks caused me to squirm and move but he held me firmly and continued until he came. By then I’d climaxed several times and we were both laughing at my half attempts to evade his clutches.

“You are a beast sir,” I grinned when he finally released me and I could rub my poor nates.

“And you slave girl are going to show me how you can design a better page and if it isn’t satisfactory, I’ll warm your bottom again.”

“And if it is better, do I get to smack yours sir?”

I really only meant it as a joke but he took it seriously and he said slowly, “If you can produce something that captures my imagination and will make a client take a second and a third look at the page, then it will be worth having my arse warmed a little.”

“Or more than a little… like mine?”

“Okay,” he laughed and we hugged for a while until he said, “Well go to it slave girl, you have until lunchtime.”

I winced when I sat on the chair but he just grinned. I tried to look angry and snarled as best I could, “You’ll need a cushion as well later.”

It didn’t take me long to get used to the controls on his computer. It was a newer, faster model to the one in the office but it was a Mac loaded with the same programmes and I was soon absorbed in manipulating images in Photoshop and importing them into Dream Weaver. Bobby kept asking questions and the time flew by until interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. It was open and Karen stood there with a grin on her young face. “Sorry… I didn’t expect you both to be naked.” I’d forgotten his nudity and so apparently had he. He blushed and tried to cover his prick but it was too late; Karen was staring at it. “So what mother says is true,” she giggled, “You have got a big one. A big one for a big girl.”

Once more her laugh was infectious and we couldn’t take offence. Bobby recovered and asked, “Did you come down for a reason Karen or was it just to check up on us?”

“Both,” her tinkling voice replied, “Would you like coffee brought down or will you be coming up for it. In the state you’re in I think I know the answer to that. And there’s no need to run and get dressed before I bring it down, I’ve seen it all now even though you’re trying to hide it!”

“And he’ll need his bottom bare for me to spank it later,” I added, much to my own surprise as to theirs. I had certainly changed in the last two days. Karen looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face. “It’s a bet,” I told her and added, “That is if a master doesn’t renege on his slave.”

While we sipped our coffee Bobby remarked quietly, “I won’t renege Hayley and I can see already what a huge difference you’ve made to the pages. You’re an artist and I’m only a technician. I’ll deserve my spanking. Do you want to do it now?”

“When I finished. Not too much to do now.” In fact it well over an hour later before I declared a halt and told him he could upload it on to the site when he wanted. It greatly pleased me that he added my name to the home page for supplying the artwork.

“Do you want me in here or in the bedroom?” We decided on the bedroom with me sitting well back on the bed and him lying lengthways along it and draped over my lap. I had to tuck his prick between my thighs to keep it out of the way. Again I wondered at the changes this Christmas had wrought in me. Prior to being auctioned, I would never have even looked at a man’s prick, now I handled Bobby’s in the same sort of way I would handle cutlery.

“You must do it properly Hayley. For the next few minutes, pretend that you are the master and I am the slave. I misjudged your ability and you proved I was so very wrong. The pages you designed were fantastic.” He paused, “Please Mistress Hayley, spank me like the naughty boy that I am.”

Even after his words, I was still not sure about doing it but I raised my hand and brought it down fairly hard on his left bottom cheek. He didn’t flinch but a red mark appeared. I did the same on the other one but again not a murmur from him. “Perhaps a big man like him doesn’t feel the pain like I do,” I thought and hit a bit harder for the next two. Still no reaction so I started hitting as hard as I could and really got into the swing of it when I heard his first cry of pain. By then his bottom was fiery red and I decided he’d had enough and if I carried on, he would likely punish me in a similar way when he found reason to. He told me later that even the first smack hurt but he gritted his teeth and held out as long as he could because he didn’t wish me to think he was a wimp.

Dan and Phyl were already seated when we walked, or rather hobbled, in for lunch and Karen and Marie came out to serve us. “I see you won your bet Hayley.” Her cheeky smile lit up her face. Bobby was dressed in loose sweat pants and top but he had to make two attempts at sitting carefully before finally sitting down properly.

“What have you two been up to?” Dan asked.

“I bet her that she couldn’t design a better web page for me, dad. She did a fantastic job and I had to pay her fee.”

“We bought her as your slave Bobby, not the other way round.” Phyl’s voice was sharp and uncompromising. “Use her as a master should use a slave and when it’s time, you have to give her back.”

It didn’t work out like she wanted. Bobby and I gradually fell deeper and deeper in love with each other. I even went out in the car with him on a couple of occasions when the weather was nice. I must have looked a comical sight, clothed as I was in an oversized sweat shirt of Bobby’s and with the legs of his sweat pants shortened to suit my legs and a chunky woollen sweater that Karen had bought at a school sale and which was much too big for her. Marie had shoes of my size and loaned me a pair of her socks. Bobby took pictures of me with his digital and threatened to publish them on the web but all he did was to make paper prints and he emailed copies to me before deleting the files. Dan and Phyl might have forbidden my first trip out but they’d been invited to neighbours for the day.

Bobby drove us to an almost deserted park and we sat in the warmth of the car eating our sandwiches when he suddenly turned serious. “Hayley, I need to know.”

I turned and looked into his face and was concerned by his worried look. “What is it Bobby?”

“Hayley, I need to know the truth. The truth about this slave thing. The truth about us. Whether you are just using me or if you really care.” His words startled me out of the euphoria of the last few days that we had lived like true lovers. I knew that several times, he’d opened the envelope and looked at the instructions for my care but I’d thought he’d got passed the stage of believing what was written there. I knew now that if I wanted to keep him I would have to reveal the whole story and so sitting in the car on that winter’s morning, I started at the beginning with my life and the girl’s in the office. Tears streamed down my face and his as the story came out and he vowed revenge on Lisa, Sara and Cheryl. “They are the ones really responsible for this, perhaps they should be sold too.”

“Bobby dear, remember that if they had not done so we would not have met.”

He still looked thoughtful and puzzled. “I think there is more to it than that, there’s some pieces missing from this jigsaw puzzle and neither of us yet know where they fit. It seems odd to me that my father should hear of an auction far away from home and deliberately go out and buy you. Why did he choose you specifically? When it sounds as if he could have bought any of the others for much the same price? In fact he needn’t have paid more than half what he did. You said yourself that many of the other girls were physically more glamorous than you so there must have been a reason. A reason either you don’t know of or are still hiding from me.” I declared that I had told him everything that I knew and added the riddle of the new leather cuffs into the mix. I think I convinced him of that but still the puzzle remained half forgotten in the back of our minds.

 

Chapter 7. Home

January 2^nd came round and with it the uncertainly as to my future. Bobby had said he would continue to love and would stay with me until the end of the week and visit it me at weekends afterwards until we could make better arrangements. Phyl insisted that he give me up altogether. “It’s only a short Christmas infatuation. She’s just a woman with a cunt, like any other woman. Now you’ve learned what it is like you can have your choice of so many others more suitable to be your wife. Date a few more girls before finally deciding.” She ranted on elaborating on the theme for nearly half an hour but to her disappointment, Bobby told her using words I never expected to hear from him, “Get stuffed mother. I’m taking Hayley to her home this afternoon and I will stay with her until Sunday to see something of her real life. After that we will see what happens but I expect her to be with me always.” He turned and dragged me from the room.

After the spaciousness of the Hardinger home, mine seemed very cramped and with no servants to prepare meals we ate the humble offering I took from the freezer. Bobby didn’t object and we sat quietly in the evening watching TV until the doorbell rang. I peeped through the curtains. “Oh God, it’s Lisa and the girls.”

“Sit down Hayley, I’ll shock them by answering the door.” I’m sure the sight of his huge frame standing in the doorway not only shocked, but frightened them too. “Do come in ladies, I’m sure that you wish to see how Hayley fared after the ordeal you put her through.”

“We just wished to pick up a coat she borrowed… We didn’t expect her to have a… friend … We can pick it up in the morning…” I heard Lisa stutter.

“I said, come in ladies. The least you can do is to see if she is fit to go to work in the morning and if your doings get to the ears of the management, you might well be the ones not going to work.” Reluctantly they entered.

For much of the journey home I pondered on how I would deal with the office girls but didn’t expect the problem to arise until we met at work in the morning. At least now I had Bobby’s moral and physical support. I think they were shocked to see me smiling as I welcomed them in. “Lisa I think perhaps I should thank you for what you did for me. Before the holiday I was lonely and depressed by the thought of spending Christmas alone but after a rather traumatic start I now have a boyfriend, girls this is Bobby. He shook their hands when I introduced each one and we asked how they fared over the restive season. I knew they were dying to ask what happened to me but I didn’t offer any information. Just as they were beginning to relax Bobby dropped a bombshell in their laps.

“While it worked out fine in the end, as you might guess, Hayley went through hell before we finally got together. It could all have ended in tragedy and her in hospital or a mental home. Your complicity in the affair would have come to light then. Can you imagine yourselves being sold to an unknown man for sex? You knew as well as everyone that’s what the term house slave meant. How would you feel on being sold for sex if you had never even had a boyfriend before? Can you imagine the horror of being forced to have sex with a man and a woman? Sex and punishment? Being whipped when you didn’t perform well enough? Hayley will bear the marks of those first two days on her body for some time yet and you have to pray that she has no need to see a doctor for a week or two. Can you imagine what it would be like to be kept naked and then abused by people old enough to be your parents? That is what you sentenced her to. All because she was too shy and didn’t go to the clubs and pubs with you. Because she told her boss the truth when he asked where you were. And tonight you came round here to gloat over her misfortune.” Lisa tried to interrupt but Bobby just turned on her. “You I gather are the instigator of this, you are the prime cause of her being humiliated and beaten and you are the one that I am going to punish.” Lisa’s face fell and she stood ready to try and get to the door. I had no idea what Bobby was going to do and Sara and Cheryl looked very unhappy. Cheryl even apologised for her part in it. “Hayley was spanked and whipped in some of the most tender places. I don’t intend to do that to you Lisa.” She looked relieved until Bobby went on, “But I do intend to give you a bare bum spanking in front of your friends.”

“No!” she screamed. “Call the police Sara.” Bobby caught her as she made a run for the door.

“Before you do that Sara, remember your part in this affair will come to public notice and I daresay your friends at the CockorTwo won’t welcome the publicity either and might not take too kindly to your actions. Think about it. Lisa gets a spanking and the slate is wiped clean. You call the police and the whole nasty affair is dragged interminably through the courts. And my father is rich enough to get the best lawyers who will have a field day over those forged letters. Please just sit and watch and imagine perhaps what it would be like for you to go through it. What Lisa will get will be mild compared to the thrashings Hayley endured. It will hurt because I have quite large hands but that’s all it will be. No strap or whip like she had to suffer.”

Lisa started to scream and struggle. “Get the ball gag and cuffs they so kindly loaned you Hayley please dear.”  Sara asked me if Bobby would really hurt her friend and I answered, “Yes, but it will be nothing more than a spanked bum.” I knew that would be more than enough. Although Lisa struggled Bobby soon had her trousers down and her small white bottom on show to us all. The other two girls seemed as fascinated by the sight as I was. It wasn’t white for long though. SPLAT!! Bobby hard hand left a large red mark and Lisa’s body jerked in response. Seconds later the other cheek sported a similar red mark and the marks grew with each slap until she was sobbing and would have been yelling had she been able. I touched Bobby’s shoulder and whispered, “Enough,” and he desisted. Cheryl was crying too and Sara looked as if she wasn’t far off but her face was also flushed and red.

I carefully covered Lisa’s bottom but we didn’t release her cuffs or remove the gag until she’d calmed down a little. Cheryl seemed the most upset and said she was sorry several times over. “I suppose I deserve a spanking too for my part but I really have no wish to have one. When Lisa suggested it, it all seemed a bit of a giggle and it wasn’t until I saw you on the stage how real the whole thing was and how difficult you were going to find it.”

“One sore arse is enough Cheryl,” Bobby told her, “She’ll need a bit of comforting when she gets home.” It was nearly an hour later that they left. Lisa walked with a stiffness that I knew well.

 

She wasn’t a happy bunny when she came into work the next morning but I think the others must have persuaded her that it was the best way out of the situation. I was in a good mood after a good loving session and almost arrived late. Lisa glared at me but I gave her a cheery, “Morning Lisa.” I’d hardly got my computer up and running when Mr. Williamson came out and looking a bit grim, called me into his office. That was a bit unusual because normally he brought the work out to me. I saw the others look my way.

“Please close the door and sit down Hayley.” He looked a bit uncomfortable and made a little small talk and explained the possible schedule for my moving in to the room by his office. He paused after that for what seemed the longest time and I wondered if he was going to fire me but then I figured he wouldn’t be going ahead with my new workroom. “Hayley, I have a confession to make to you. I knew about you being sold as a slave.” I was flabbergasted. The words now burst from him like a flood that had been held back. “I found out soon after your row with the other girls and I caught them whispering together when you were taking some work to the antiques department. As you know, we can record all telephone conversations but normally we only do this when people are bidding for items or when expensive items are offered for sale. Well I put the recording service on permanently and recorded several conversations Lisa had with the CockorTwo club. I didn’t know how they were going to do it but she made it clear to the manager there that you were volunteering yourself as a house slave for auction. I knew of course that you would never do any such thing.”

“And you didn’t stop it?” I was surprised as I always thought of him as a kindly man.

“No, to my shame I didn’t but luck seems to have been with you in the end.” I was even more surprised that he knew about that. “I knew that you were shy and very introverted. I also play golf with Daniel Hardinger and in conversations with him in the clubhouse, I knew about his son Robert who was also shy and introverted and how several times they’d tried introducing him to female companions. Dan rarely speaks about his wife so I knew little enough about her. Dan is a major shareholder in this company so I like to keep in his good books. Thinking that it might help you, yes I really did think it might help you, I suggested that perhaps he might consider buying you at the auction as a present for his son. I didn’t know until later about his wife’s bad feelings and her liking for punishing girls. Dan as you have seen, is rich and the £5,000 he paid for you is just small change for him. I was actually quite amazed that he’d let his wife beat you so severely but he didn’t really give me an explanation as to why he did.

“So that’s why he upped the bidding so dramatically.”

“Yes, he didn’t want to hang around too long. You know the rest of the story of course. I am truly sorry for my part in the affair but I did honestly think it would help your personal life but it didn’t quite run as smoothly as I expected although in the end it looks like you’ve come through okay. I really didn’t expect Phyllis Hardinger to be such a sadist. Can you forgive me Hayley?”

I did of course.

At home I challenged Bobby about his father’s involvement in the firm I worked for but he denied any knowledge of it and just said, “Father has shares and portfolios in many companies and accountants to manage them. I really have no idea what shares or businesses he owns but it does solve the puzzle as to why he was at the auction and why he bought you instead of one of the better looking ones.” I aimed a mock punch at him for that remark but he caught my hand and hugged me close to his body. “I am very glad he didn’t choose one of the other bimbos,” he murmured.

“So am I.”

Now, six months later, we are living together in a house of our own. Bobby actually bought it but it is in our joint names. He’s set one room aside as his workroom where he can do his web design so he usually has no need to leave the house to work. I still work at the auctioneers but Lisa has left and I have little to do with Sara and Cheryl although they always speak when I have to see them. The new receptionist is a pleasant married woman who treats us as if we are part of her family.

I’ve stayed at the Hardinger home a couple of times since the New Year. Phyllis has been less frosty but each time she made it quite clear that she didn’t approve of my being a wife to her son. Well, I’m not yet, but I will be by this time next year.

Dan seems to accept it and is quite friendly towards me. Marie and Karen approve of course. They say that Bobby has never seemed happier and wish us well every time we meet. It all seems to be working out well for me now but I never ever want to be sold into slavery again although I do wonder how lots one, three and four got on. I doubt I’ll ever find out.

 

Finis