Diana strode quickly across the expansive lawn toward the house with Laura scrambling behind her. Again, she kept her eyes down to avoid the stares of the gardeners and breathed a sigh of relief once they arrived safely at the door. She stood behind Diana waiting for her to open the door so that she could get into the protection of the house. She didn't understand why Diana was just standing there until her owner turned and glared at her again, "Well?" Diana asked.
Laura practically jumped out of her skin as she realized her mistake. She quickly moved around Diana and opened the door holding it for the older woman muttering "sorry Mistress."
"Much better," exclaimed Diana as she strode through the door with Laura following right behind her. Diana kept walking through the house until they reached a large wooden door. When Diana stopped in front of the door, Laura did not waste any time in rushing around her to open it and hold it for Diana to walk through.
They walked down a dark flight of stairs until Diana flicked on the lights when they were near the bottom. Laura looked around at the stone-walled cellar wondering why she was being shown a basement.
"How do you like it, little one?" asked Diana.
"It's a nice basement, Mistress," responded Laura.
Diana laughed, "It's not a basement, dear. It's a dungeon. I expect that you will be spending a lot of time here in the future."
Laura furrowed her brow in confusion and looked around the room again, paying closer attention to its contents. Slowly, it started to dawn on her as her eyes traveled over what she had taken to be just old discarded furniture and tools. She shuddered involuntarily as she saw a table with straps attached at the corners and sides. She felt a chill snake down her spine as she saw the chains hanging from the ceiling, the rings embedded in the walls and floor, and the whips dangling threateningly from a rack in a corner. "Oh my" was all she could say.
"Lovely, isn't it?" asked Diana. "We haven't tried it all yet, so I will be anxious to experiment with you. We had to be very discrete when we purchased all of this stuff so we didn't get a chance to actually see it being used."
Laura remained quiet but her eyes continued to explore the room. She recognized some things that she had seen in old movies as implements of torture: a rack for stretching a victim; an iron maiden for encasing and tormenting some poor person, and hoping that poor person was not going to be her but knowing that it probably would be; a brazier with several brands lying in it; long needles, narrower than knitting needles but just as long. The whole scene was something that nightmares are made of. She was realizing just how little she knew about and understood Diana and her husband.
Diana reached out and took Laura's hand, leading the helpless girl slowly around the room to inspect each item more closely. Diana would comment on the objects and instruments pointing out all of the "fascinating" and "delicious" aspects of each. It was when Diana held the point of one of the needles to the side of Laura's left breast that Laura thought that she might faint. She looked down fearfully, feeling the sharp tip denting her tender flesh as Diana continued to ramble on.
"This is supposed to be very exotic, although I would imagine that it would also be a bit painful" she said. "I have never tried it but maybe someday we will experiment with these and see what all of the fuss is about." Then she set the needle down and Laura resumed her breathing, feeling her pulse slowly returning to normal.
At long last, Diana led her charge upstairs, smiling to herself as she realized that the girl was trembling. 'Maybe that little display will make her think twice before resisting again,' she thought.
Chapter 3: Two owners
Benjamin came home from his trip the next day and found Diana being served lunch by a very naked Laura. "Lovely addition to the household, don't you think dear?"
"Oh my yes," replied Diana as she gave Laura a pat on her bottom. "She's delightful."
Benjamin plopped down in the chair next to Diana and then smiled up at Laura. "What do you have for me?"
"What would you like Master?" asked Laura, remembering her lessons from Diana.
"What do you have to offer?" asked Benjamin, teasingly.
Laura blushed at the question, not knowing exactly what her owner meant. "I have served Mistress some crab salad. Would you care for some?"
"No. No salad for me. Maybe just some tea for the moment."
"Yes Master," she replied quickly before scurrying back to the kitchen to prepare some tea. She returned soon after with a tray with two cups, a pot of hot water, cream and sugar. She put a teabag into a cup and then poured the water in before stepping back and awaiting further instructions.
"I like my tea lightened," he said without making a move toward the creamer.
"Yes Master," replied Laura as she reached for the tray.
"Don't bother, girl. I'll do it myself." And with that, he grasped Laura's nipple and pulled her until she was leaning over the table. Laura gasped but did not fight the indignity being forced on her. Benjamin slid his cup across the table and then, using his fingers, started manipulating Laura's breast using his fingers to slide down the soft curves toward the nipple. Laura felt her face turn crimson as she realized that she was being milked but realized that she had no choice in the matter. Benjamin kept stroking the soft breast squirting the mothers milk into his cup until he was satisfied with the color of his tea. Then he held the cup to his lips and tasted it.
"Mmmmmmm. Just the way I like it."
Laura remained bending over the table, uncertain about what she could do. Eventually, Benjamin gave her a swat on her bottom and laughed. You make a lovely cow like that. But I think that your Mistress may have need of you.
"Yes Master," replied a very confused girl. "May I get anything for you Mistress?"
"No, pet. I'm just fine. Just come kneel by me so that I can enjoy you." Laura complied and knelt between Diana and Benjamin, feeling Diana's fingers tracing lazily down her back and occasionally through her hair. "She is doing very well, Ben. I think we made a very good deal."
"Yes, love. I see that. She's a definite keeper."
After the dishes were cleared and washed, Laura was summoned into the living room. Diana was sitting in a chair and Benjamin was sitting on the couch. It was Diana who spoke first. "Your Master is very pleased with your obedience. He asked about your skills. And I had to tell him that I did not know how you were. So we want to test you in some other ways. Please remove your Master's pants."
"Oh," gasped Laura as she blushed. "Yes Mistress." She went to the couch and leaned down to unzip Benjamin's pants, realizing that she knew where this was heading. She tried to think of ways to remain faithful to her husband, but nothing realistic entered her mind. "But," she thought, "he was the one who got me into this. He basically sold me to them. So I guess I don't have to worry about being faithful."
Despite her rationalization, Laura's hands were trembling and her fumbling fingers took a long time to unfasten the pants. Then she slowly drew the pants down Benjamin's legs. She averted her eyes at first, but eventually she had to pay attention to the thing that she wanted to avoid. She glanced furtively at first, seeing a flaccid cock resting on Benjamin's thigh. As soon as she spied it, she averted her gaze again. She repeated this several times, hoping that she would gather enough courage to be able to address it, but each time she chickened out and glanced away again.
"Is it misshapen?" asked an amused Benjamin. "Maybe the color is wrong?"
"Oh no Master. There is nothing wrong. It's beautiful," gushed Laura, immediately regretting her words.
"Then why do you keep looking away?"
"I'm sorry. I'm just not used to looking at those things."
"Those things?" asked Benjamin with mock indignation. "I never considered it as one of those things."
Laura groaned, realizing that she had insulted Benjamin. "I didn't mean the way that it sounded. I just meant that I have not seen many.
And none since I met Jim."
Benjamin turned to Diana and smiled. "It seems like she is bashful. Maybe she needs some support."
"Laura, dear," started Diana.
"Yes Mistress?"
"You do know what a cock looks like, don't you?"
Laura blushed again. "Yes Mistress."
"And you do know how they work, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress," Laura whispered in response.
"Then show your Master that you know how they work and stop acting like a teenager."
"Yes Mistress," replied Laura in resignation. With that, she knelt between Benjamin's legs and reached out lifting the semi-hard cock with one hand and stroked it a moment before lowering her head to it. After wrapping her lips around the tip, it did not take long for the cock to become hard and Laura started moving her lips up and down the shaft.
"She's good," said Benjamin in a business-like manner. Laura thought that it would have been better to hear a little arousal or lustiness in the voice. But Benjamin spoke as if he were simply appraising a cook's recipe or a clerk's filing of some papers.
"I told you that she was the one to recruit. I think that she has what it takes."
"I agree. Would you mind if I took her for a spin?" asked Benjamin. "Or would you prefer to work on her more first?"
"Please help yourself. I'm curious to see what we have to work with."
With that, Benjamin reached down and entwined his fingers in Laura's silken blonde hair tugging her head up until his cock slipped out of her mouth with an audible pop. "Come up here and take a ride, pet," he said.
Laura chose not to respond, but knew what was expected of her. She tried to shut everything out of her mind but as Benjamin pulled her into her lap, he turned her so that she was facing Diana. This placed Diana in the center of her vision and thoughts.
Benjamin positioned Laura over his lap and placed his hands on her hips. Then, he slowly lowered her until his cock sliced easily into her sex. "She seems very wet already. I like that," he said in the business-like tone again.
"I've noticed that. She is constantly aroused. Slavery does seem to agree with her."
Laura could not stifle the moan that escaped from her throat as the cock speared into her body and silently chastised herself for feeling the arousal that it caused. Then, as she listened to Benjamin and Diana, she felt even deeper shame as she realized that they were talking about her but never talking to her. It was as if she was simply an object in their possession to be admired and discussed, but never addressed.
Benjamin's hands urged Laura up and down on his cock and soon she realized the tempo that he liked. She started to move on her own, hoping to urge his orgasm from him quickly to end the ordeal. But her humiliation was not over so quickly. Diana arose from her chair and crossed the room. Then she reached out with one hand to cup Laura's chin, lifting it to kiss the slavegirl while her other hand reached down and started toying with Laura's clitoris. Diana was very skilled and within minutes, both Laura and Benjamin experienced their orgasms.
For the remainder of the week, Laura was kept in a constant state of nudity and humiliation. One day, she was taken to the stables and placed in the tack that she had seen on the first day. Then Diana attached her to a cart and had Laura pull her around the estate.
Another day, she was sent out to work with the gardeners. Even though they never touched her, she was constantly aware of her nudity in front of the men who were working on the grounds.
Each day, Benjamin would sample her sexual delights. Each time, Diana was present and would act as Laura's coach. She would instruct the slavegirl on how to move or how to use her body in new ways to excite or please a man. While Laura dreaded every moment that she had to spend in sexual servitude, she also realized that she had received more orgasms during that week than she had in the previous five years.
On the last full day of her week of captivity and training, she got the worst humiliation of all. She had been allowed to take a nap to refresh herself. Diana had awakened her to have her get ready for dinner and had told her that she would not need to prepare the dinner or serve it. She merely had to prepare herself and join them in the living room.
When she finally came downstairs and entered the living room, she found Diana and Benjamin enjoying cocktails with her husband.
"Ben was just telling me about a new account," gushed Jim as Laura came into the room.
"That's grand," said Laura flatly as she realized that not only did Jim not notice that she was the only naked person in the room but that he was totally oblivious to her plight. For the rest of the evening, Laura was treated as an equal in terms of the conversations and she was even allowed to sit at the dinner table with them. But she was also kept naked. By the end of the weekend, she wondered if things could ever be the same again with her husband.