Chapter One

 

If you asked the five people in the room, 'What does the Peon Estate mean to you?' you would probably hear five different answers.

Master Peter, owner and Master of the estate, would claim to have found the perfect career. He had developed his slave training enterprise over the past ten years into a very profitable multi million pound business.

He was laying face up and naked on his bed, enjoying the rhythmic undulations of the equally naked slave girl impaled upon his penis.

Slave Girl number one, her name is unimportant, would ask, 'Why me?' She had been delivered to the estate for training, drugged and confused she had awoken to find herself in a strange place and suffering all kinds of pain and, yes it had to be said, pleasure. Mostly forced and unwanted pleasure but even so ...

Mister Justin, a qualified slave trainer, would for the most part agree with Master Peter. He too was enjoying substantial financial benefit from the continuing growth of the business. As a young man still in his twenties, he was also enjoying having an unlimited number of beautiful, young and eager to please, naked slave girls fighting each other, sometimes literally, for the honour of sucking or fucking him.

The last two people present would not have answered at all. These two slave girls were deeply engrossed in a demonstration of their cunnilingus skills. Their heads were buried between each other's thighs and their tongues were very busily engaged on far more important matters than answering some damn fool question.

Slave girls two and three had failed to show sufficient enthusiasm when ordered to satisfy one of the many female guests staying at the estate. They had naturally been severely punished but they had also endured three weeks of specialized coaching from the staff. The vivid red marks of this specialized coaching could still be clearly seen all over their nubile young bodies.

They now had to prove to Master Peter that they had learned their lesson by putting on a show for him.

Mister Justin, whip in hand, stood close by to administer any encouragement the two desperate slaves may need. The girls were striving to succeed because the price of failing again, especially during a presentation before the Master of the estate, was too horrifying to contemplate. Yet they both knew that when the demonstration was over they would have to compete against each other and there could only be one winner, the loser' despite having given everything' would suffer the penalty for being second best.

Master Peter was too preoccupied with his own pleasure to take any notice of the other two slaves. They were hungrily slurping at each other in a bid to please the Master and he could not even be bothered to watch them. It made no difference if he should choose to glance in their direction, both girls knew they had to be seen to be giving their best. And in any event, Mister Justin was swishing his training whip through the air, instigating renewed effort from his writhing charges.

On the bed, the Master had ordered his slave to stop. She sat astride him with his stiff manhood buried to the hilt in her pussy, hands behind her head as she thrust out her chest for his attention. She gritted her teeth and let out a long slow hissing breath as the first flesh-crushing nipple clamp was applied. He had selected the vice-type clamp and was hastily screwing the plates together, tighter and tighter until her pink bud was sorely squashed almost flat. He repeated the same on her other breast and then attached one small lead weight to each clamp. The weights dangled from slim silver chains, each four inches long, when the slave girl moved they would swing, when she moved quickly up and down on him the weights would actually jump and fall heavily, torturing her nipples at every movement.

"Fuck me," Master Peter instructed.

The muscles on her thighs twitched and corded as she began her sensuous sliding up and down his pole. She moved carefully, trying to prevent the tugging weights from gathering too much momentum. Master Peter casually reached for his little dog whip, it was a small weapon but one which he often used to encourage his girls. It was particularly effective when used on tender breast or pussy flesh. He could break the skin with it if he so desired but more usually he just used it to improve a slave girl's performance. It wasn't a punishment tool it was designed to be used often and with great accuracy.

She saw his hand grasp the weapon and increased her pace. He prodded her bouncing breasts with its handle as a reminder to the girl that it was ready for immediate use.

She needed no such reminder and squeezed his prick as hard as she could with her vaginal muscles. He responded with a grin and a series of sharp upward thrusts of his hips.

Across the room, the two slave girls were warming up. Their whimpers and the occasional girlish squeal advertised their increasing arousal. Slave number two received a sharp swipe from Mister Justin, as in her excitement she had clamped her thighs around the other girl's head, thus robbing the audience of a good view. She snapped her upper leg back into a wide pose.

When both girls' thighs were shaking, and their oohs and ahs had become almost constant, Mister Justin ordered them apart. They left each other with a groan of disappointment. They thought they were about to climax and had been stopped at the last moment. That was bad enough, but it also meant they would have to start all over again. Mister Justin threw each slave girl a plastic bag full of ice. They did not need any further instructions and their squeals as the ice was pushed firmly against their puffy red lower lips almost put Master Peter off his stride.

Slave girl One, was riding the Master as fast as she could, all thoughts of protecting her nipples from the agonizing weights were forgotten; she was sure he was close to shooting his sperm deep inside her. Her breasts bounced wildly and her chest heaved with the effort of her body to please her Master. Her eyes were closed, nature was beginning to override her own reactions to the frenzied fucking and her pussy dripped with her juices and squelching sounds accompanied every downward motion of her hips.

She was startled by the sudden crack of his whip as he applied several vicious strokes across her tits. She looked quizzically at him, surprised at being stopped when he was so near to his climax.