Drawn to the Flames - The Trilogy - Volume Three

1Kate Hadley woke up. She tried to move, and couldn’t. She momentarily panicked, then realized she was still chained to her owner’s huge bed. She remembered being bound all last evening, naked, face-up, her ankles and wrists chained to the bed’s massive posts. She was suddenly warm, remembering how her beloved training master had pinned her and slow-f****d her until she came one last time, and then stayed inside her and held her until she slept. She loved how he enslaved her like a captive princess from some age-old tale, then forced her to submit to his power, then used her as a slave, then treated her like a captive slave princess, loving every inch of her as if she was the most precious love toy in the universe. Feeling him come in her all over again, the warmth between her legs increased. Then she realized he had inserted her enormous dildo inside her after she was asleep. It was a high-tech, low-targeted weapon of miss destruction, and its sensors had awakened as she did. Now it was slowly, teasingly, revving up its several vibrators, getting the victim ready for her morning appointment with the training master. Which would have set Kate’s heart fluttering. If she didn’t desperately need to pee. Though blindfolded, she sensed the room was dark. She really needed to go, and the devilish little motorized girl-torturers inside the giant dildo weren’t helping matters. She almost shouted out for someone to help her, but then remembered Captain Jones’s instructions that she was not to speak unless she was spoken to. But surely this was a permitted exception, she thought. She was convinced in a moment she would let loose, and couldn’t even cross her bound legs to prevent it. As she opened her mouth to cry out, she heard the door to her owner’s bedroom slide back. The rush of cool air over her naked body almost made her let go. Then she felt the warm breath of someone on her belly, and then the light touch of a finger tracing her inner labia. Kate pulled against her chains. “Calm, miss,” an unfamiliar, apparently young female voice whispered. “Let me lift you up. I have a bedpan.” “Please, no? Can I use the toilet?” “Certainly.” She detached Kate’s wrists and ankles. “I’ll get you to the toilet, but whatever you do, you must not pee, not yet.” Kate heard her chuckle. “Your toilet would be very disappointed.” The young woman removed her massive “Captain” dildo and helped Kate sit up, so she could attach Kate’s training leash to her collar. “Is that necessary?” Kate asked. The young woman slapped Kate’s face, hard, and leaned down to whisper. “You were told not to speak, miss. If you cannot remember, I’ll get my whip and make sure you don’t forget such a simple command again.” She kissed Kate on the lips. “If you intend to be a disobedient slave slut, then I’ll put you over the punishment pedestal there, and you can urinate on yourself as I make you scream. Now,” she added, “stand up. And seal your pretty lips unless I decide to kiss you for real, or until our training master wants them open for his dick.” In the owner’s bathroom, the girl positioned Kate facing the toilet. Is she going to make me pee like a man? Kate wondered. The girl inched her forward until Kate’s knees bumped against those of whoever was sitting on the toilet. She colored instantly, and went deep pink as his fingers grazed her aching p***y. “Here, miss. Straddle his knees. Now I’m going to help you step up on the blocks you can feel with your toes. We’ll go slowly, one foot at a time.” “Am I supposed to—?” The girl spanked Kate’s buttock with surprising strength, twice. “Quiet, slave! Reach up and you’ll feel the bar there over the john. Grab it and crouch down over his lap so your thighs are open, and then do as you’re told and do it without so much as a whimper or face the consequences.” She leaned close to Kate. “And do not let one single drop escape until I say so.” Kate cringed as she felt the stubble of an old man’s chin graze her inner thighs, and nearly collapsed from embarrassment as his dry lips mouthed her vulva. Not for the first time in her owner’s house, Kate was thankful for her blindfold. At least she didn’t have to look down into his eyes as his hungry tongue explored her. After what seemed an eternity, he glued his lips to her and the horrid girl told Kate to fill his mouth. As she finished, her body finally relaxed. But the old pervert wasn’t done. She was made to stay in her uncomfortable position as he licked her clean and then sucked her c**t until it was hard. The evil girl had brought The Captain, Kate’s custom sculpted Toys for Hots OrgazzMistress Total Experience Double Penetrator to the bathroom, and the old man insisted on inserting it into her. As the girl helped her down from the blocks, she handed Kate some sort of a whip. “It’s a flogger, miss. When the old boy is bad like he was just now, then he needs to be punished. She secured the straps that held The Captain in place in Kate’s cunt. “Jeannie?” she called out. “Are the cameras on?” “Yes, babygirl,” Jeannie replied over the room speakers, “all night long and all through this delightful wake-up call.” Kate froze. Jesus! The cameras! Everywhere in the huge house! Miguel had tried to tell her all the locations but Kate was too busy or bored to learn them, being more interested in Miguel’s magnificent c**k and the way he made her beg for it. “And our Master’s online?” the girl asked. “I am, indeed,” Harrison Hill’s voice boomed over the house speakers. “And well done, babygirl! I almost envy the old bastard at this moment.” Sure you do, Kate thought bitterly, lying in bed in some presidential suite with one of your flying squad of “sales assistants.” “Master? I—” “Silence!” the girl hissed. “Here. Take the flogger. I’ll position you. When I say, hit him as hard as you can.” “But I can’t see,” Kate whispered. Whaap! Kate felt the sting of the flogger’s multiple tips on her ass. “And can’t follow instructions, either. Master?” the girl shouted up toward the room’s hidden microphones. “Are you sure you really want this one? I can steal a girl from the convent who’d be just as pretty and half her age and twice as willing to do what you want.” Harry’s laugh filled the confines of the bathroom. “I don’t doubt it, pet. But Kate has a value to me far above just another s*x slave. Get on with it before the old man faints from bending over like that.” After Kate had given the nasty old beast a dozen hard strokes, the girl allowed him to give Kate her morning shower. He was not permitted to speak, so not a word passed between them as he washed her with surprising tenderness. Kate softened toward him. After all, he hadn’t been the one to initiate all the disgusting business. That awful girl was the real villain. He was simply following her orders, right? She reached out to put her hands around his neck. “I’m sorry for whipping you, Daddy. May I kiss you so we can be friends?” He said nothing but didn’t refuse her kiss. As she stepped back, he pulled her down and over his bony knees. “No talking, goddammit!” he reminded her under his breath. “Can’t you get that, stupid girl?” He forced her head down, turned the vibrator motors in her massive dildo on full, and spanked her viciously. When Zeke entered the large shower a few minutes later and sent the old pervert away, a tearful Kate collapsed in his arms. “I thought you left me with them, Daddy.” He put his finger to her lips, and turned off the room’s lights and the recording system. “Shhh, little one. I had things to do early. But now I’m back to take care of my prized pet student.” Which he did, first by removing The Captain toy from her, and substituting his own big d**k in its place as he bent her over the shower’s central padded s*x bench. Not that Kate would have noticed much of a difference. The Captain, meaning the custom-made techno-freakish one, was in fact sculpted from the real captain, her training master Zeke, who was presently driving her right down to the same orgasmic shadows he’d left her in a few hours earlier, spread-eagled and f****d to the point of blissful, total, heart-melting exhaustion.