Bound for Glory (2 page)

Clive smiled and turned back to the auction as the sounds of sex drifted across from the other party and another slave was called for. Slavery was working well.

“Lot Seventy-five! Two fully enslaved women, no sentence being served so available for life! These are highly collectable examples of the early slave period and will add tone and prestige to their new owner’s household,” the auctioneer called out. Clive sat forwards as the two women were led on. Just the one girl led them, their leashes running between their legs and into her confident hand. The black girl held herself proudly and glared at the audience of prospective buyers, promising them some difficult times before she was fully subdued. Clive knew exactly what she needed and his eyes devoured her strong frame that was so plainly capable of taking it. But then he looked at Kath.

She looked just as good as she had in her hologram. But she also looked scared. Her eyes were huge as she looked around her and she shrank against her lover. Her fear aroused him far more than he had been prepared for. Physically she was still a superb specimen, but it was that fear which turned him on so that all of a sudden he had a raging stand on and had to shift in his seat to ease the pressure.

From the next table along came the sounds of orgiastic delight as three slaves were put to use.

Clive sat forwards further. He didn’t know whether he wanted to protect her or to convert that generalised fear into fear of him specifically – or both. But for whatever reason when the auctioneer opened the bidding at ninety thousand, he found his right hand immediately going to the green pad on the arm of his chair.

“Ninety thousand I’m bid!” the auctioneer called and looked around. “Ninety-five! One hundred thousand! I have one hundred thousand!” he paused and looked at the smoked glass behind which Clive sat. Kath’s eyes were filling with tears of terror that shone under the lights. Clive’s finger jabbed twice.

“One hundred and ten thousand! Any advance on one hundred and ten thousand?” the auctioneer looked around. “Come on now ladies and gentlemen! A fine pair of mature and experienced slaves! Good for years of use yet! Going for one hundred and ten thousand...!”

The gavel banged and Clive let out his breath as he sat back. On the next table along, two of the women climaxed noisily as two slaves tongued them vigorously. Two men came in close succession and roared their release as they plundered both ends of the first slave, who they had stretched out across the table.

He closed his eyes and wondered what impulse had driven him to buy the pair. True he could run them as a two-in-hand in the grounds of his country house. They would do sterling service at dinner parties and the black girl looked as if she could still take the lash from sun up to sun down. Then he thought of the fear he’d seen in Kath’s eyes and smiled. When she saw who her new owner was – the mix of surprise, terror and excitement was going to be something to see. And he would make it his business to ensure that she had every reason to be fearful - and every reason to be excited.

The holding cell was tiny and so when he had it unlocked and went to look over his purchases, he was able to thoroughly enjoy the look of amazement that came over the face of the slave who had once been Kath, a member of his staff and a free woman, and then he watched as fear once again ruled her as she looked into his unflinching gaze and realised that life as a privately owned slave was going to be every bit as testing as her previous existence. And then as that thought took hold, he could see her nipples erect with eagerness. He had them ball gagged, wrapped in cling film from neck to toe and put into the car boot, then he had Humphries drove on to the laboratory.

Chapter Two

“Come on, Babe! Get your legs open! I gotta screw you before I do another line!”

“Christ, Jake! Doesn’t that thing between your legs ever go down?”

“Nah! But I do!”

A throaty female chuckle followed the exchange as the voices drifted across the water to where Anna floated, on her stomach, arms folded on the lip of the villa’s infinity pool. She looked out across the steeply sloping scrubland beneath, down to the coast road and beyond that to the beach which shimmered white in the mid-morning sunlight, palm trees providing deep pools of shadow here and there. An emerald sea washed sleepily on the sand, high wispy clouds did nothing to obscure the sun and far away across the bay the island’s mountains rose in folds of differing shades of green, each peak so clearly defined in the clear light that she felt she could reach across and touch them.

It was a perfect place. That was why she had bought it. More particularly it was also a perfect place for her twenty-third birthday bash. For a week now, friends had been coming and going while the drink had flowed and so had some less legitimate substances. Currently the house was full of what she and her best friends called the ‘Amfux’, these were young men from the States - bronzed, fit and good for several nights’ entertainment before they fell by the wayside. Earlier in the week there had been ‘Britfux’ – rather less in the wholesome muscular stakes but with more between their ears – and ‘Eurofux’ who were pretty and good for a screw when all else failed.

Her thoughts led her to let her legs drift apart in the water, cooling her rather overheated vulva which had seen a lot of action the previous night – and the several nights preceding that. Her miniscule bikini briefs did little to interfere with the soothing effects of the water and the top just held her breasts enough to make her notice the play of the water against and beneath them.

Perhaps it was time she got back to work, she thought, virtually non-stop partying for a week was okay but you could have too much of a good thing. She knew her staff would have held the line for her back in London, but she would have to pick up the reins again soon. Not that she needed the money of course, but her Events Management business kept her social diary full, and inspecting the healthy bank balance gave her life meaning. The modelling was fun of course – and very profitable too.

From the villa side of the pool came a female shriek of mock alarm and fright. A loud splash followed, amid gales of male laughter. A few small waves lapped against Anna and slopped over the pool’s edge, she glanced round and saw her friend Alice surface, blonde hair streaming down her tanned back and shoulders.

“You bastard, Harris!” she called to an equally tanned Adonis at the pool edge – who was heir to the Big Burger chain of restaurants and worth more than the whole island. Harris gave her a cheerful wave and sauntered back to his mates.

“There’s another spanking waiting for you when you come out!” he called over his shoulder.

Anna grinned to herself. Most of her circle of friends indulged more and more in titillating activities around sex itself. They were all young, wealthy and good looking, they needed all the edge that life could give them, otherwise it became a bland sequence of self-indulgences. They skiied hard, flew micro-lites, water-skiied, and when it came to sex, they added fetishes and pain to sharpen their jaded appetites. Anna’s own bottom had been heated by a young Texan the previous night and it had resulted in some very satisfactory orgasms. Of course everyone was much more into that sort of thing now that the arenas were so much more mainstream. Just at that moment, a shout went up from one or other of the villa’s rooms and she remembered that several house guests had gone in to watch a show from an arena in Africa. She supposed that life was getting easy for a lot of people these days and the arenas gave them a bit of edge to their lives; an edge they could enjoy from their armchairs. Of course, like any wealthy girl of her age, she had been to a few of the shows and found them unbelievably horny. The amount of sex that went on, on the terraces and in the corporate hospitality suites, was even more than went on out on the arena floors themselves. She felt a slight tingle in her belly at the thought of some of the things she had witnessed and made a mental note to have Petra, her PA back in London, book her and a few girlfriends some tickets at a good arena when she got home. One of the ones in the Far East, she thought. The Asiatic girls they used were so cute, but so tough. The fights were always excitingly long and hard and the naked bodies of the slaves gleamed so deliciously with oil and sweat as they struggled for the pleasure of the on-lookers.

Those final words lingered in her mind as she glanced back over her shoulder to the pool-side patio. Jake’s pale buttocks were jigging up and down between Marissa’s wide flung, bronzed thighs, Harris’s head was busily working between Angie’s legs and Alice was on her knees in front of a drowsily ecstatic software billionaire, his face was a picture of captive happiness as his cock slid wetly in and out between her glossy red lips.

Perhaps she could manage a couple more days of partying after all, she thought as she felt her stomach heat.

There was the sound of a primitive petrol engine coming up the road. It stopped at the villa’s gates and then proceeded up to the house once the driver had keyed in the right code. Anna glanced at her watch; it would be the caterers and house maids. They had come to clean, clear away the breakfast and then prepare the lunch. They would also want paying for the previous week’s catering.

Sighing at the onerous duties of a hostess, Anna swam gracefully to the side of the pool and pulled herself out in one athletic movement and then paused to wring her hair out, reclaim her towel and pick up the clutch bag that almost every woman on the planet possessed to keep her phone in. There was a soft wolf whistle from over by a bush with flowers so huge and gaudy as to be almost tasteless. A young man, naked apart from the briefest of swimming trunks sauntered out from behind it. His body could have served as an anatomical map of human musculature – and his trunks were doing nothing to conceal the workings of human sexual excitement. He grinned a lazy, arrogant grin at her.

Anna recognised him as he advanced out of the shadows. “Hi, Greg,” she said. “I’ve just got to go and see the caterers.”

“Fine. How about I wait for you in my room? We could do some fun stuff before we eat.” He put his head slightly on one side and Anna felt, as she always did with him that there was something predatory about Greg. The other girls felt it too and Alice said he was heavily into BDSM, but she wouldn’t say how she knew.

Anna looked around, it was mid-day, there were crowds of people around and why had she invited him if not to fuck him at least once? At least she assumed she had invited him, it got hard to keep track at times.

“Yeah. Cool!” she said and returned his grin, then turned and walked inside, making sure he got a full blast of her bottom with its best catwalk sway.

In the cool dusk of the lounge stood Mr. Cutts, the boss of the local catering firm who did very nicely out of the rich second and third home owners who came to chill out on the island. In the kitchen his staff were clattering around as they laid out fresh crockery and dishes for Anna’s and her guests’ lunch. The maids would be carefully knocking on bedroom doors, trying to change linen, but frequently being refused entry.

“Ah, Miss Price,” he greeted her, his teeth white against his dark skin as he smiled. “All is satisfactory?”

“Absolutely, Mr Cutts. Thank you.”

He handed her a sheaf of invoices which she took a cursory glance at before scanning the total at the bottom of the final one. It had a lot of noughts at the end, but was nothing out of the ordinary. She took her mobile phone out and tapped out her password and PIN for her virtual card, keyed in the amount owed and handed it to Mr Cutts who swiped it across his terminal, waited for a moment, nodded and handed it back to her.

“How long will you be staying, Miss Price?” he asked, unable to keep a hint of avarice out of his voice.

Now it came to it, she found that she could tolerate the idea of another week away. “A week maybe. Not much longer though.”

“We’ll miss you when you go!” Mr Cutts said and Anna smiled as she put her phone away. Not her, but her money.

Greg was lying on his back on the bed when she entered the room. He was naked and his excitement of earlier had waned somewhat, his thick cock lolling on one muscular thigh. He propped himself up on his elbows as she entered and the two locked stares. There was no ambiguity about the situation. They were there for one purpose only. She tossed her long, hair over one shoulder and reached behind her to untie her bikini top, letting her breasts swing freely on her chest as she bent forwards to step out of her briefs. Then she went towards the bed and reached down to hold the invitingly thick cock shaft that was visibly pulsing back towards full erection. She closed her hand around it and revelled in the familiar feel of silk on steel. The soft skin sliding over the ribbed hardness underneath. She loved the feel of a man’s cock. Always had done, ever since she had first felt one out the back of a school disco. But now of course she loved the way they felt inside her. She wasn’t desperately keen on the taste of the stuff they spurted but could cope with it if it came in the middle of a good session when she had come a few times herself.

And for Anna, that was what it all came down to. Her orgasms. She might love cocks and even sometimes like the men they came attached to – but she
adored
her orgasms. She could hardly go for more than a day at a time without coming at least once. She had no compunction about using her fingers in her toilet at work. Occasionally she would even cancel all calls, push her chair back from her desk, spread her legs, put her feet on the desk and lie back in her chair. Then she would take a dildo out of the locked drawer in the desk and pleasure herself. She needed pleasure. Men were there to give it to her, it was as simple as that. She did what she had to in order to keep them pleasured enough to want to pleasure her some more. But that was it. Sex was strictly on her terms, and with her looks she could afford to call the tune, there were plenty who wanted to play along.

That didn’t mean she always had to be on top – the spanking the other night had been great fun and it was far from being her first. She loved being put over a strong male knee, loved struggling against him and yet still getting the hot, sharp thrills from the blows landing. She enjoyed the struggle, it lit her fires and ensured a good fuck afterwards. She was an intensely physical girl, she kept herself fit and enjoyed using her body in all possible ways, and struggling against a man who was intent on giving her the pleasure she craved in any case was just another path to enjoyment.

Greg sighed in delight as her delicate hand gripped him and began to wank him gently. Without loosening her grip, Anna sank onto the bed beside him, he turned onto his side to face her and she drank in the scent of his freshly showered maleness and the feel of the hard muscles against her softer curves, her nipples sending charges of excitement spearing through her as they brushed his chest.

He grinned at her and firmly moved her hand off his cock.

“Don’t be in such a hurry!” he said, rolling on top of her. In one smooth and powerful movement he swept her arms up above her head and held them there. She tried to flex her wrists and free them but he tightened his grip and bent his head to suckle at one defencelessly proffered nipple. Anna struggled harder as a shard of pleasure lanced through her. Greg raised his head and smiled at her as she writhed under him.

“I’m going to tie you up to fuck you.”

Anna glared up at him. She had seen plenty of girls in bondage of course, in the arenas and their associated playrooms and dungeons. She was appreciative of how good they looked restrained, tied, helpless, suspended, but she had never considered it as something that might be applied to her. And no one had ever had the nerve to suggest it.

Greg must have made preparations while he was waiting for her because she felt one of his hands grab what felt like a leather strap and wind it around her wrist before she could react but when she felt it tighten and restrain her hand, something snapped inside her. She had never been denied her freedom. She had never been unable to do as she pleased and go where she pleased. The one hint of freedom denied sent her into a panic. She arched her back and bent one leg back to get it under her and then twisted her body. She was gratified to see the surprise on Greg’s face as her strength took him aback.

She managed to lift him up and twist so that she was lying alongside him, face to face. He responded instantly and pushed back, ramming her onto her back again. She made a kind of wrestler’s bridge and wrenched her free hand out of his.

The noise of the slap shocked them both. She hadn’t thought about it, but as her hand came free she just continued its trajectory until it hit Greg’s cheek. He looked down at her in disbelief and then snarled in rage, grabbing her hand and forcing it back to the head of the bed.

“You need subduing you bitch!” he shouted and for the first time Anna realised that he had merely been playing before. Now he used his full strength and his grip felt like her wrist was in a steel trap. She panicked again and realised that she hadn’t been using her full strength either. She gave a roar of exertion and succeeded in throwing him clear off her. She kicked out at him as he struggled up to a kneeling position and she desperately freed her tied hand. Once that was free, her mind cleared and she rolled off the bed, then turned to face him.

“If I do, it’ll take more of a man than you to do it!” she panted.

Suddenly he grinned and relaxed again. “Okay! Good fight! But you got no idea how hard you’ll come when you’re tied. Believe me, I can sense it in women. And you need it!”

Anna’s pounding heart began to calm and she pushed her hair back out of her eyes and looked at him again. He was kneeling with his thighs apart and from his groin his towering erection was pointing skywards. Anna felt her blood begin to heat all over again, he was male and strong, maybe he could bend her to his will after all. She climbed back on to the bed and knelt right in front of him, ran her hands up and across his pectorals, then slid her hands over his shoulders and kissed him. She felt his arms go around her and pull her to him, then felt his hands gently clasp her buttocks as his mouth opened and his tongue pushed into hers. He clasped his hands into her buttocks and she moaned in pleasure, then he lifted one away and smacked her, the sharp shock of pain seemed to earth itself right at her belly. He did it again with his other hand and then broke the kiss. This time when he looked at her, he wasn’t smiling, his look was one of serious passion. He wanted her and she could feel the hardness of his desire pressing against her naked skin, he pushed her back down onto the bed and laid his weight on her as she parted her thighs for him. His thick fingers expertly found her entrance and pushed in roughly. She groaned in pleasure as she felt them spear up into her and begin to twist and thrust. She widened the spread of her thighs, abandoning herself to the familiar rise of delight inside her. Greg kept up his fingering for several more minutes, until she was moaning loudly and feeling the first onrush of climax. Only then did he take his fingers out and replace them swiftly and smoothly with the hard shaft of his cock. Anna cried out as she felt it impale her, widening her still further, filling her and thrusting her towards her favourite place in the world. She bucked her hips up furiously in answer to his thrusts and their pelvises smacked together. She wrapped her legs around him and clung tightly to him as she climbed the last few inches towards her peak and then reached it, shattering and sobbing as she came. But Greg had yet to come and as she descended from the heights, she realised that he was still grimly fucking her, absorbed in seeking his own pleasure. Anna hoped he wouldn’t find it too soon, she could feel his remorseless pounding was beginning to re-awaken the tides of orgasm.