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Widows and Whips
(Melissa DuVant)
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invention. Table of Contents Gregory Pelham and the Widow of Westwick Chapter Two: Old House, New Staff Chapter Three: Black Room, Blacker Clothes Chapter Four: Dinner for Three Chapter Seven: The Effects of Training Chapter Eight: Checking the Results Chapter One: Differences of Opinion Chapter Two: Mandatory Detention Chapter Three: Taking Matters in Hand Chapter Two: Pre-Party Preparations Chapter Three: Impressing Peers Chapter Four: Aftermath of the Party Chapter Seven: A Token of Faith Chapter Eight: Dinner and a
Private Show Chapter Nine: In Which a Leave
Is Taken Digital Slave Preview Chapter: A New Life Starts Thanks to everyone that's reading this, especially my subscribers and those that have given ideas and inspiration! Gregory Pelham and the Widow of Westwick The metal of the lock rattled, a pale hand reaching through the cage bars and tugging on it. Gregory reached forward with his cane and lightly tapped it against the hand, until it withdrew back into the darkness. There was a light, feminine whine from the darkness, followed by the sound of a foot connecting with metal and an angry grunt. 'Hmm. I think it's safe to say you're not getting out unless I release you.' He poked the cane into the darkness until it found soft yielding flesh. 'Certainly a good variety of equipment here. Plenty to keep me entertained, and you occupied.' 'Hmmphh.' 'Now, don't be like that. It's certainly a lot more rural out here than we're used to, but you'll get used to it soon enough. Some of the neighbors are sure to be interesting, and it's certainly larger than the London apartment. It certainly was nice of old uncle Leopold to die and leave it to me.' 'Grrrphhh.' 'Don't complain, or I'll leave you down here. Certainly all sorts of fun toys - I wouldn't have thought the old boy had it in him! Although it looks like a lot of them haven't been used for a while, I suppose he was getting on a bit. Enough energy to make a bet on his own horseracing and die mid-ride though. While still winning!' He turned and looked around - despite being a cellar, it was a large space, divided by dustsheets covering all sorts of strange shapes. The first one he'd pulled away had uncovered a restraint chair - like a barber's chair, but with heavy padded cuffs to go over the wrists, neck and ankles of the occupant, and made so that the occupant could have their legs spread, and also be tilted and elevated into all sorts of entertaining positions. The next had been a large crate, filled with whips and canes and lashes, most looking barely used. Another grunt came from the darkness and Gregory went to get the lantern. He turned it around, casting a cone of light across the space - there were windows, high on the walls, and all currently shuttered. It illuminated the barred alcove, the occupant wincing and making another hissing grunt. 'Let me see if I can find the key.' Evelyn rolled her eyes at him, tweaking her outfit into place - she was wearing an expensive dress, although the skirt was cut short at the front to show off her long and toned legs, garter belts visible, the top low-cut to show off her lovely breasts. The collar around her neck was three inches high, stiff black leather, with a nameplate on the front and a metal ring, to which was attached a bell. Her mouth was currently full with a black leather ball, the strap secured with a padlock, a slight trail of dribble falling down her chin and onto her breasts. As he fiddled through the thick chain of keys, she rolled her eyes again, making a gesture of annoyance with her hands. That they were cuffed together at the wrist, heavy leather bands matching her collar, made her gesture awkward. He poked her with the cane again, targeting her stomach, but she managed to grab the cane. She looked triumphant for a moment, before he twisted it from her hand and shoved forward, smiling as she made an "ooff" noise. 'I could leave you down here, you know?' She dropped her head and curtseyed, lifting her skirt high enough to show off her chastity belt, the metal shining brightly under the lantern-light. 'You're not getting that removed yet.' She made a grunt of complaint. He pushed another key into the lock, this once catching and snagging on the mechanism, the lock opening smoothly. 'You may leave, Evelyn.' She took several hasty steps forward, clearly not having enjoyed the confinement. 'Behave, or you'll be spending more time in there. Although you'll be spending a lot of time down here anyway, there's a lot of fun to be had.' He reached out and grabbed her collar, pulling her forward, her heels tapping against the floor. Despite her above-average height, she was lean and light, easy to move around, even to pick up. Which was helpful when she was misbehaving and needed throwing into a cage or chest! He stepped around an object, a padded bar making contact with Evelyn's stomach. She made another grunt and bent over, as he clipped her collar in place. Her hands scrabbled at the lock as he moved around behind her, ignoring the seething hiss she made. She was now bent at the waist, her skirt riding up to show her lovely buttocks, the metal of the chastity belt sealing away her sex. A leg shifted, and he caught the meat of her calf with his cane as she tried to kick him. 'Bad girl! Let me just seal those legs for you as well.' She couldn't move enough avoid his grip, and there were chains and cuffs attached to the wooden base, which went around her ankles. With those bound, her movements were restricted - she could shift her legs a little, but the angled bar was tight against her belly and held her in place, with another post holding the other end of the chain lashed to her neck. He moved in front of her, staring into her hazel eyes. 'Just because we're in the countryside, is no excuse for poor behavior. I am a lenient master...' That got a grunt, her fingers fumbling against the collar-lock until he tapped them with the cane. '...but poor behavior will be punished. Now, we agreed that you were to be released from your belt when you were able to find pleasure in being taken from behind. And so that lovely butt of yours needs some more training.' He walked back around behind her - her chastity belt had a metal plate pierced with holes, over her crotch, but then the metal panels spread wide to allow full access to her other hole. Gregory spread her cheeks with his hand before spitting, as Evelyn fought against her restraints more, the metal chains clicking and clacking. He was already hard as he unbuttoned his trousers and ground his cock between her tight buttocks, spitting again to ease his passage, his spit warm and slippery. Her gagged gasps and complaints turned to a hissing whimper as he slowly pushed into her, her pucker expanding to take his cock. At first, he could only put the tip in, warm spit easing his passage slightly, but he shoved deeper with every stroke, her body tight around him. She was still making noises of indignation before he slapped her backside, hard enough to leave a hand-mark on her pale skin. 'You should be thankful to take your master's cock like this! That hungry cunt of yours can't be fed all the time. Once you've learned to feel pleasure from this, then we can go back to cunt-training.' 'Mmmm! Mpppphhh!' She started to shake in time with him, moving to match his strokes. Now he was all the way in, and he grabbed her hips, holding her close. So tight! Even better than the hot, consuming grasp of her cunt, she was practically pulling his shaft into herself, her backside hot and tight, compressing around his cock, almost as though it were trying to suck the cum out. He ground away, enjoying the way she gulped and gasped beneath him, the gag making her sounds wet and sloppy. When he came, the cum shot into her, easing his passage further as he felt himself diminish, tapping his cock against her backside to clean some of it off. 'Now, will you behave, or shall I leave you down here?' 'Mmmpphhh. Soooppphy, Maphter.' He slapped her backside. 'Good meat. You see, good behavior brings rewards.' He managed to find the key for the lock binding her neck, and then another key for her ankle fetters, letting her stand up. Cum was trickling from between her buttocks, a sheen between her thighs. 'Although you're still sleeping in your cage tonight.' Evelyn stood up and glared at him, taking the time to tweak her clothing back into place before adjusting her hair, tossing her auburn curls around until she was satisfied. She followed obediently behind him, the heels and her bell making her presence heard, as he returned upstairs. After the darkness of the basement, it was nice to be back upstairs, although the whole house tended towards the shadowy, with everything in dark oak, and the windows too small to properly illuminate anything. But it was sturdy, in good repair, and seemed to have everything. Even, much to her annoyance, a heavy and securely mounted cage in the master bedroom, that was large enough for Evelyn. Evelyn moved close to him, her breasts pushing against his back. 'I know you don't like the atmosphere of the house, but it's not haunted. There's no-one here but us.' She pressed even more closely against him, her hands holding his arm. And then he heard a creak, the sound loud in the still air. 'It's just the house settling.' There was another creak, this one louder, coming from down the hallway - was that in the study? Gregory swallowed nervously, shifting his grip on the cane as Evelyn pulled herself even closer. He moved down the hallway, dragging her along with him. The study door was a heavy wooden one, bound with iron, but it swung open easily as he touched it, the hinges silent. A dark figure could be seen, hands rifling through the desk, papers whispering together. Behind him, Evelyn tensed and then screamed, managing to make a loud, warbling noise even through her gag. The figure reacted with shock, twisting around to look at them, as Gregory held the cane up, ready to fight. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he could make out a feminine shape, the tight compression of a corsetted waist above full skirts, arms sheathed in dark fabric, hands hidden behind leather gloves. But everything was black, black-on-black, lace and leather and cloth all blurring together in darkness. There was no face, just a dark veil pinned in place beneath ash-blonde hair, the only splash of color amongst the unrelenting black. They slowly stepped away from the desk, their dress long enough that it seemed to puddle and pool at their feet, merging into the shadows and turning to face Gregory. Evelyn was now holding him so tightly it hurt, her nails digging into his arm. Were there eyes beneath that veil, a face? Or was this a ghost, some ethereal widow that haunted the place, swathed in darkness? The floorboards creaked, and Gregory swallowed nervously. 'Who are you?' The figure paused, gloved hands tugging at the long skirts, the veiled head dropping in a slight curtsey. 'Ah, you must be young master Gregory? My apologies, I did not realize you had moved in already.' The voice was female, the accent high-class and the words well-spoken. 'I had... lent Leopold... some books. I couldn't find them.' The church bell tolled, ringing the hour. 'I have other appointments, you really must excuse me.' She walked forward, her skirts thick enough to hide the motion of her legs, making her seem to float. She had a fine figure, her waist slender, corset curving to show what looked to be large breasts beneath. She brushed past, a citrus scent hovering in the air behind her, not quite covering up another, earthier scent. 'Good day to you, Master Gregory.' Before he could say anything else, she had walked past, sweeping down the hallway, and then around the corner and out of sight. Evelyn whimpered and pressed herself against him, as he stroked her head and hair, kissing her on the forehead until she was calmer. 'Just a neighbor. I think? A very strange neighbor.' She slowly relaxed, but she pressed tightly against him, the soft warmth of her body making him hard again. 'Time to put you into your cage for the night.' She shook her head, hair flicking about. 'Nppphhh! Pleaph? Caph I sleph wiph you, maphter?' She had to speak slowly, her head tilted and swallowing often, to avoid dribbling down herself. 'Are you scared?' She looked up at him, her eyes wide and she nodded again. 'Pleapth?' He stroked her hair. 'Only if you behave and show me your mouth training.' She nodded her head, more urgently now, before dropping to her knees and sloppily nuzzling his crotch, dribbling onto the fine fabric before he unlocked her gag. He had to push her head back to get space to lower his trousers, before her head slid forward, taking his length in a single motion. She moved her hands upwards, cupping his balls, gently stroking and squeezing, wrapping her fingers around his cock as she drew back, pumping it until he was fully erect. He stroked her head, smiling down at her. 'Good girl. She was a bit strange, wasn't she? Fine figure.' She narrowed her eyes, gripping him a little more tightly than was comfortable. 'Easy there, or you'll be down in the dungeon.' She used her mouth again, flicking her tongue around, speaking between cock-filled gulps. 'Sophy, Mapther. She scarphed meph thougph!' He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her close in, feeling her throat tighten around the intrusion, her hands limply resting against his legs. Her tongue continued to swill around in her mouth, making him gasp in pleasure until he couldn't hold back, coming into her mouth. Evelyn drew back, holding her mouth open to show his seed, holding her mouth open, white-stained spit flowing over her tongue. 'Good girl. Swallow.' She grimaced slightly but obeyed. 'Time to put you down for the night.' She had to stretch her jaw before she could talk. 'In the bed? You promised, master!' 'Yes, yes, in the bed. Although you're not having the belt removed.' He gave her a shove and she started walking ahead of him, through the central hall and up the wide staircase, shivering when she had to walk through a dark and narrow passageway, the walls paneled in oak, before waiting by the door to the master bedroom while he found the key. Every room in the place seemed to have its own lock, and there was no master key! He was starting to develop a bruise on his hip from where they hung, bashing into him if he moved too quickly. As soon as he opened the door, she scurred inside, throwing herself onto the bed, spreading her limbs wide in pleasure. 'Strip first!' She pouted before obeyed, removing her skimpy outfit and folding it over the back of a chair. 'I'll have to see if a village girl needs a job. Bit far to send down to London for one, and you could do with a maid to deal with all your clothing. And one to do the cooking would be nice, and one for the cleaning as well.' Metal clicks sounded out as she locked her ankles into cuffs, spreading her legs wide, then holding her arms above her head so he could lock her arms into place. She was a lovely sight - naked, exposed and vulnerable, her legs spread, with only the shiny metal of the chastity belt on her toned body. He tickled her tummy, feeling her swiftly inhale. 'Please don't tease me, master!' He tapped her chastity, making her groan, before resting his hand on the metal, pushing it against her body. She bit her lip and shivered again before speaking. 'That woman, the ghost... she smelled like me. Beneath her scent, she smelled like this bloody belt you refuse to take off.' He pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her gasp in a breath. 'I'll punish you for that language later. I'll have to ask around, to see if anyone knows who she is. What do you mean though?' He kept his grip tight on her flesh, crushing the tender part of her body between his fingers. 'She was wet, I'll bet. Drenched and sopping. Just like me!' She bucked her hips, and he caught a sudden whiff of her scent, the lust bound behind the metal. 'Please, master? I'll be good, just... Just use me! Not my backside, but me! Please?' Her voice took on a whining tone, and he shook his head before giving her nipple a savage twist. 'I think you've earned yourself a gag for the night. Hmmm, the muzzle I think.' She shook around, trying to evade him, but it was easy to hold her head in place and lock the leather straps tightly, her mouth now covered with leather and her jaw bound shut. She grunted in irritation, shaking her body a few times in protest before closing her eyes and pretending to sleep. He pinched her belly before standing. 'Keep the bed warm for me.' She gave a grunt, before twisting her head on the pillow to make herself comfortable, as he left. He really needed to get a cook - the local traveler's inn had a very limited range! And maybe he could find something out about the mysterious woman, and why she had been in his study. And how she had gotten into the study, as every door in the place was locked! Chapter Two: Old House, New Staff A loud gurgling sound woke Gregory up, a body wriggling beneath him. He shook his head, trying to clear out the hangover fug. They'd been serving up something called "scrumpy" - it tasted of apples, but from how his head felt, was a lot stronger. The gurgling sound came again, this time accompanied by Evelyn wriggling around, at least the small amount she could between her restraints and his weight on top of her. Her body was warm and soft, his arm wrapped around the curve of her hip, his cock hardening against her thigh. Her stomach gurgled again. 'Mphter!' He hugged her, starting to grind against her. If would be nice if she wasn't in the belt, so he could fuck her, but it was part of her training. And she was getting lovely and squirmy and desperate! Far better than her previous, stiff-necked pride. His cock caught on the metal of her belt and he winced, before getting up and untying her ankles. Before she could start wriggling around, he bent her over, tethering her ankles to the headboard, so her butt was up in the air. It was an awkward position for fucking, but he spread her buttocks wide. His mouth was so dry it took a few attempts to spit between her cheeks, lubing her up for an ass-fucking. She grunted in protest but couldn't do more than shift about a little, her face out of sight, as he started to push into her. 'Damn, you're nice and tight back here!' His hips banged against the metal ridges of the belt as he thrust in and out, deeper each time, before shifting his position to be able to see her face. Despite her grunts of annoyance, her eyelids were fluttering, her body on the edge of pleasure but not quite going there, before he came into her. He sagged against her before pulling himself out, her contorted body very uncomfortable to try and lay against, especially with her stomach rumbling and grumbling. 'Grrrpphhh!' He rolled over and sprawled on the bed to catch his breath, ignoring Evelyn's complaints and the chinking of her chains as she tried to make herself comfortable, wishing the dry pounding in his own head would fade away. When she managed to rock herself enough to start bumping into him, he reached over and fumbled with her muzzle, managing to find the strap and open it up. The leather slid off her head as he pulled himself up, cock fully hard now. It caught her across an eye first before he straddled her shoulders, her legs on either side of his body. Her tongue flicked out, rolling around the tip of his cock, tickling his crown, before he slid further into her mouth. She started to move her head forward and back, despite the awkward angle, sucking her cheeks in and out. 'Good girl, good girl!' The training really was paying off - she had used to resist more than taking the tip into her mouth, but now her throat was able to accommodate his length easily. She made an indignant sound as he used her mouth and throat as a fuck-hole, making gulping, hacking sounds, chains of spit joining her mouth to her shaft. When he came, it was over her face, sticky cum spraying over her features, her eyes tightly shutting just in time. Her tongue licked out again, her lips kissing at his cock and cleaning it, before she ran her tongue around her lips, taking the cum into her mouth. 'And to think you used to dislike the taste of it!' Her stomach rumbled again. She spoke, clearly struggling to keep her tone light and happy. 'Master, can I have some food?' She gnashed her teeth together with sharp clicks. 'Please?' 'Hmmm, I think I have some dried biscuits.' She sighed but opened her mouth wide as he pulled himself off the bed. There was a slightly greasy odor coming from somewhere and he spotted half a pie, wrapped in newspaper, lumps of meat visible amongst the pastry and congealed gravy. He must have bought that pack home last night. He picked it up and returned to the bed, pulling it apart and holding a piece of meat above Evelyn's mouth. She strained her neck upwards, tongue stretching out before he dropped the meat in. 'Good girl. Just like a dog.' Evelyn tried to growl, but it was hard when she was also chewing through the meat, gulping it down, holding her mouth open for more. He chuckled, feeding her a little more, her stomach quietening. 'Good girl. This is far better than when you used to resist all the time, isn't it?' He stroked her body as he fed her, feeling her heart starting to race. He could smell her now, the scent of her lust wafting up from behind her chastity belt. She gave a heavy sigh, before clearly forcing herself to smile. 'Please master, may I be released from my belt?' 'No. I'm training your asshole. Until you can come from that, then you are not allowed.' 'But... Please? Please, master!' He slapped her breast. 'No. Horny slut! You know the rules.' She sighed and sank down against the bed, whining in dejection. 'I found out a little about the ghostly lady. Apparently, she's a widow, which explains all the black. Quite a beauty, at least when she showed her face instead of wearing a veil. Her husband passed some few months ago, and she has worn the black since. So you needn't worry about evil spirits. Quite what she was doing here, I'm not sure. Perhaps some affair with Leopold? He was certainly the sort.' 'I don't like her.' Evelyn shivered. 'And she smells like she's sex-starved.' 'Well, she is a widow.' 'She still has hands! Or just find someone to fuck her!' Gregory pinched a nipple. 'Language!' 'Oww! Sorry, master.' She didn't sound it, but his head was pounding so much he let go. 'I've got a man coming. He's bringing some meat, to help around the place. I don't want you getting jealous. Or do you want to learn to cook and clean?' '...No, master.' She managed a smile. 'I want to be your special girl.' He gave her some more food. 'Good girl. Behave, and you might even be allowed to order some of them around yourself. Misbehave, and you might end up tied over the kitchen table for them to use.' She tried to rub against him again, although her bindings prevented her moving much. 'You wouldn't do that, would you? I'm your special girl, I don't want to be used by common slatterns and sluts.' She stretched her head forward but couldn't move far enough to kiss him. 'Remember your place, behave, and I won't. Now, as we have company, behave, or I'll lock you away for a few days.' He shook his head and roused himself from the bed, the air cold enough to wake him fully. A few more maids around the place would make it warmer and more comfortable! They would probably not be as pretty or refined as Evelyn, but a few more cock-sheathes would make it more entertaining. And be needed if he were able to convince anyone to come and visit - there certainly didn't seem to be much to do for entertainment, at least compared to what he was used to in London. He dressed himself first, picking out well-made but plain clothing - the fellow was local, and likely to be over-awed by the finest fashions. As he admired himself in the mirror, Evelyn's stomach rumbled again, and she shook herself in her restraints, but was sensible enough not to say anything as he released her from her bindings. She stretched out, stretching her arms and legs and pushing her chest forward, before lunging for the pie and devouring the remnants. Then she stood, straight-necked (not that her collar gave her any choice) and posed for him, flicking a few crumbs off her belly, making sure none fell into her chastity belt. 'And how should I dress, master?' He coughed at her until she remembered her place, going from staring at him to looking down at the floor, as a slave should. 'To make an impression, I think. The gauze again - that
shows you off to best advantage.' She smiled and began to dress herself, making
a show of it, almost dancing as she slowly twisted and curved her body. In the early morning
sunlight, her hair shone, her skin smooth and pale. Stockings rolled up her legs, sheathing
the toned flesh of her calves and thighs. The dress itself fell past her knees
but was made of sheer gauze that showed her body through it, the bottom fringed
with lace, the sleeves falling to her metal cuffs. Even the pinny added to the erotic appeal
- it was made of translucent material, the double layer over her breasts and
belly making her skin tantalisingly on the edge of being fully visible, but not
quite. Although
it was a maid's outfit, it was pretty clear that she
wouldn't be doing any actual work. Evelyn fluffed her hair to make sure that none
of it was caught in the neckline of the dress, then twisted her collar to make
sure it was properly aligned.
She then descended on the mirror, pulling out the various pots
and oils and lotions that she had to apply, reddening her face
and rouging her cheeks, making her eyes appear large and dark-rimmed, her
eyelids tinted, eyelashes larger than life.
Just in time as well, as he heard the heavy
thud of the doorknocker.
He really needed a doorman, or a butler! There was another delay as Evelyn had
to strap high-heeled shoes onto her feet, adding another few inches onto her
height and improving her posture. 'Now, behave, or it'll be the muzzle again.' She puckered her lips at him before twisting
her shoulders and drawing her dress tight, sending another stir of desire
through him. Maybe
later, they could spend some more time down in the cellar, find whatever other
toys were down there? But
for now, he needed to get some staff. The knocker sounded again, several thuds in
quick succession, and he pulled Evelyn behind him towards the front door,
fumbling for the keys, wincing as every stride made them bash against his
already-bruised leg. He opened the door, a chill breeze rushing in. Someone pushed
past, shaking dew off their coat, pulling on a rope halter
and dragging in several more people, all wearing dull and ragged cloaks, waxed
to keep the rain off. 'Mornin', guvnor. Didn't expect a cove like you to be
around this place, least not so soon.' The
speaker was tall and gaunt, face tanned and weathered as he looked around. 'Not done much with
the place yet? Although
ol' Leopold's only just in the ground. Well, I guess you're wanting
staff?' He looked past Gregory and must
have seen Evelyn from how his eyes widened. 'Well, uh, looks like you've got some
needs sorted!' He remembered himself
enough to remove his hat, revealing a long and slightly ratty ponytail of black
hair, dipping his head in a hasty bow. 'Ain't got the range you get in the smoke,
but I thought your tastes would run fancy, so I bought a few choice pieces,
least by local standards.
Mind if we go somewhere with a little more space? I'm Tennant, by the
way.' He held out his hand and Gregory
shook it - it was worn and calloused, but clean. 'Gregory Pelham.' 'Aye, I know that much. The old man seemed to like you, says you reminded him of his youth.' As he spoke, he was looking at Evelyn, openly smiling. Well, she was dressed to impress, and easy to look at! 'This way.' They stepped into one of the dining rooms, although it was currently unfurnished. Tennant tugged on the rope, the others obediently following along. 'Now then.' He tugged harder on the rope, pulling the first girl forward and pulling off her cloak. 'This is Sephy. Good girl, well-trained, could work as a kitchen-maid, can cook a bit. Bit heavy-handed, so probably not who you want cleaning your delicates, leastways nothing breakable.' She curtseyed, although a muzzle-gag sealed her mouth. She was a plump little thing, dressed in a practical maid's outfit, although the front was cut low enough to highlight her impressive bosom. Tennant lifted up her dress to show a chastity belt locked in place - compared to the bright steel of Evelyn's, this one was crude iron, not quite properly fitted, some of her skin worn and chafed where it rubbed. 'She's had enough training to be obedient. Not the best lay, but nice as a bedwarmer. Next up, there's Tess. She's good for cleaning and tidying. Bit too tidy, so I'm told, but she can read as well, and be trusted with running into town for chores.' This one was taller, and ungagged, her long legs stirring his interest, Evelyn making a jealous grunt from behind him and giving him an elbow to the ribs. She curtseyed, holding her skirts up to reveal her crotch, her chastity belt fitting tightly to her flesh, with a space where a name-plate should be, but had been sheared off. 'And then there's Rachael. She's a city girl but got dumped out here. She's a looker - not quite fully-trained, but if you're anything like Leopold, you can manage her. Could be fun for a tumble, or to entertain your guests. Not as fancy as your piece, but probably easier to look after.' Gregory approached her - unlike the other two, she shifted awkwardly as he approached, making an uncertain sound through the oversized leather wad belted into her mouth. She had a better figure than the others, although running a little plump - that could be sorted easily enough by putting her to work. He felt her breasts - they were well-sized, and she reacted with a rather fetching shiver and a sigh, flinching when he squeezed harder. 'Lash-trained?' Tennant held his hand up and shook it uncertainly. 'They're shy of pain, that's about the most of it. Take a whip to 'em and they'll be crying for mercy soon enough.' Rachael shivered in his grip again. 'But they're good girls, and not like to complain. Give 'em a treat now and again, let 'em have the belt off, and they'll be sweet as sugar, ain't that right?' All three of them grunted in response and dropped into rather sloppy curtseys. He took Rachael by the chin and tilted her face - she had fair enough features, although could do with some makeup. He nodded. 'Hmmm. They are certainly better than I expected!' He'd been dreading rough-faced and whiskered countryfolk, with faces like wrinkled apples, but all three were attractive, and already trained. They certainly wouldn't be front and center at any respectable club, but would function as staff, and be something to entertain himself with, and any guests he might have. 'Very well, they will do.' Tennant stuck his hand out again. 'My word on it, they'll serve you well. Might not be the best trade out here, but I know my meat! All three, soft and juicy, squire, just for you, if you fancy a change from your fancy meat.' Evelyn hissed at him. 'Now, old Leopold settled up on time - can I trust you the same?' Gregory shook his hand, the two of them squeezing, not hard enough to cause discomfort, but there was definite relief when they both let go at the same time. 'I am currently in the middle of rather a lot of re-organization.' He gestured at the emptiness of the room. 'But I will have a banker's draft drawn up the next time I am in town? If you are able to process such a thing?' 'Aye, just like Leopold. Much easier than lots of coin. Might not look it, but I gots meself a banker, all legit. Well, mostly legit. Want me to cage them? There's a set down near the kitchens if you've not found them yet.' Gregory hadn't, but didn't want to appear ignorant of his own house. 'Yes, take them there.' Tennant pulled on the rope halter and the three of them started shuffling along, with Gregory walking behind. Evelyn slid her hand into his, pressing her body close, and he whispered into her ear. 'Cute, aren't they? Be nice to have some staff. And you can teach them a little, make them look nicer and how to carry themselves and wear proper heels.' 'Yepphh Mapther.' She gag-kissed him, nuzzling her sealed mouth against his cheek as they were led through several dark passages, the floor suddenly becoming flagstones rather than wood, the temperature dropping further. From all the pipes on the walls and the cupboards and chests, this was the servant's area - they stroke through a good-sized kitchen, pots and pans trying to shine through a layer of dust. A small storeroom held six cages, each coming up to his waist, all securely bolted to the floor. 'If you'd do the honors, Master Gregory.' He tried not to feel self-conscious as he fumbled through the far-too-many keys, discarding those that clearly couldn't fit, having to try several before finding one that slid in. 'They're not shy, so could fit two into a cage?' Gregory nodded - that would mean less fumbling for keys! The nice-looking one and the plump one were pushed into a single cage, their bodies pushed together, but they did so without complaint. The tall and lean one, Tess, was pushed into another cage, before Gregory locked them in. Evelyn made a satisfied sound and nuzzled him again, enjoying her relative freedom and being clearly above them. 'I'll let you tend to their training, then. Ain't no rest for the working man! But you let me know if you fancy any more meat. These three ain't bad.' He kicked the cage, Rachael and Sephy both squashed in too tightly to move as the metal rattled. 'But with a little more notice, might be able to get something nicer. Not as fancy as your piece, but a bit better than these.' He leaned over, poking a finger into Sephy or Rachael, it was impossible to tell which. 'Now, you behave for your new master, or it's back to the auction pit for you. And your new owner won't be so nice, you understand me?' All three of them made grunting noises and nodded their heads. 'You just let me know if any of them up act up. I like to keep my customers satisfied. God for business 'n all that. But if you're like Leopold, I'm sure you'll have them well-trained soon enough.' 'Of course. And thank you for securing them in such a short time.' 'I got my contacts, that I do! Might not be the finest, but they're fine enough for a few days' notice. I'll miss little Sephy though, she's a nice little wriggler, and a good bed-warmer.' He tickled her through the cage, making her twitch about, her flesh compressed against the cage bars. 'That door'll get me out, if you'd do the honors.' He pointed at a small door, the wood so dark Gregory hadn't noticed it before. It took some more ungainly fumbling with keys, but eventually he was able to open it up, and Tennant took his leave, Gregory locking the door shut again. 'Now, Sephy, you are going to clean the kitchen. Is that understood?' She nodded her head. 'Tess, you are going to help her. Rachael, this is Evelyn. She is going to show you her clothing, and you will be helping to look after it.' It seemed a little silly getting them out of their cages only just after putting them in, but at least now they knew what awaited them if they were disobedient. Sephy already had grid-lines embedded into her flesh from the cage, pale lines that looked uncomfortable and promised to be slow to fade. 'Good girls. Now, obey me, and I will treat you well. Disobey me, and you'll be shipped to the mines, or I'll donate you to a prison.' All three of them kept their eyes down, their shoulders hunched. Tess managed to mumble out a gagged "yeph", as she and Tess stepped back into the kitchen, already opening up cupboards to look for cleaning rags, or whatever it was they actually needed. Evelyn descended on Rachael, fingers darting into the girl's slightly tatty hair and trying to pluck it into better shape. Chapter Three: Black Room, Blacker Clothes Steam billowed around the kitchen, bringing with it the scent of cooking meat and vegetables as lunch was prepared. Gregory had his arm wrapped around Evelyn, who was perched comfortably on his lap, currently ungagged and unrestrained, except for her collar and cuffs, and dressed in a fine linen dress, that highlighted her slender waist and long legs. Tess was doing something arduous-looking with some of the dirty pans, scrubbing ferociously at them, doing little to dislodge burnt food from the metal. Both were gagged, leather straps bound around their faces, Sephy's tight enough to stop her dribbling into the food. He raised his wineglass, and Rachael stepped forward. There was a metallic scraping sound, the iron ball tethered to her ankle scraping along the floor, as she refilled his glass, before offering the bottle to Evelyn, who nodded, and Rachael filled her glass as well. 'Good girl. Keep it up, and maybe the ball can be removed.' 'Yeph, mapther.' She was keeping her head tilted back, but there was still spit shining on her breasts. Evenlyn drank from her glass, wriggling around to make herself comfortable, although the chastity belt scraped against him. 'It's a lot warmer in here! Although the décor is rather lacking.' 'It's a working kitchen, it's not really meant to look nice. The food smells good though.' Sephy turned to give him what was probably a smile, bending over enough to show off her own chest. He'd not taken the time to fuck any of them yet - Rachael was the most attractive, but she was still bristly and unfriendly; maybe some time in the cellar would loosen her up a little? There was a sudden loud crash from somewhere, the sound echoed and distorted. Sephy and Tess both jumped, moving closer towards each other and looking nervous, Rachael shuddering. Evelyn wrapped her arms around him, her breasts pushing against his face before he could turn his head to be able to breath. 'It's a ghost!' All four of the girls looked terrified, as Gregory tried to pry her too-tight arms from around his neck. 'I'm sure it's just something falling over.' Rachael shook her head, making expansive gestures with her hands, mimicking a cloak or something similarly billowing, before moving a hand down her face and shivering. Sephy and Tess both looked terrified, holding each other close as they shivered. There was another crash, Gregory just barely avoiding strangulation by Evelyn before pushing her away. 'I'll go and have a look.' All of them nodded, looking relieved that someone was dealing with it, even Evelyn unable to talk, as she slid off his lap and let him stand. Without her on top of him, it felt suddenly cold, but he stepped outside of the kitchen, Evelyn trailing closely behind, one hand holding onto the back of his top, apparently feeling safer with him than with the other maids. He turned and locked the door just in case any of them got it into their heads to try and escape. Then he paused, waiting for another crash, trying to ignore the startled squeaks from behind the door and Evelyn's nervous presence. He headed towards the source of the noise, at least as far as he could tell. The house was annoyingly twisty, but he followed the occasional echoes and crashes, Evelyn shivering against him with every sound. Soon, he came to another heavy wooden door, but this one was already ajar, the sounds clearly coming from within. He pushed it fully open, wishing he had taken a poker or something else to use as a weapon. It was well-lit by a lantern, illuminating what looked like a training room - although well-appointed, with comfortable seats facing well-maintained stocks and other restraints, enough of an open space at the front to allow for displaying of whatever was going on. There was movement - in one corner, cloth shifted around. It took him a moment to realize that it was a pair of legs, behind thick, black skirts, their wearer bent over at the waist, some wooden device having clamped over their head and arms, forcing them to stay bent. The legs kicked and strained, feminine grunts as someone tried to break out of the stocks, without success. Gregory approached, Evelyn still hanging onto him, taking a cane from a pot, raising it and cracking it across the buttocks. There was a loud yelp of pain, and he felt the yielding buttock-flesh, as well as the resistance of metal. 'Owww!' Evelyn suddenly darted forward and flipped the skirt up, revealing legs, wrapped in black silk stockings, a delicious flash of pale thigh-meat at the top, tarnished metal sealing away their cunt. Their dress had taken most of the force of his strike, but there was still a welt forming along the curve of a buttock. A leg tried to kick out at him, but it was easy to evade, and he struck again, this time aiming for bare flesh. 'Oww! Desist, sir!' Evelyn ducked in and grabbed the woman's thighs. 'She's drenched, master.' Gregory looked himself - he could see that her thighs were indeed wet, the smell of lust heavy in the air. As Evelyn stroked her thighs, her cries of pain softened. 'I apologize for intruding, but please let me go!' 'Ah, the good widow Westwick, I would guess? Come looking for something else? Was it the key to this?' He tapped fingers against her chastity belt and could hear her groan. He started looking through the bundle of keys, trying different ones that looked like they might fit. 'I... I thought the key might have been dropped in here.' She gasped again as Evelyn leaned forward and nipped at her thighs, hard enough to leave a mark, then licking her tongue up the soft skin, tasting the other woman's pussy-juice. A key slid into the lock and turned, the padlock popping open. He carefully pulled it away from her flesh - she must have been wearing it continually for quite some time, as it had left a mark on her flesh around her waist, a slightly unpleasant tint to the skin where she hadn't been able to wash. But the scent of her lust was overpowering - her unkempt pubic hair glistened as she shook about again, shaking her hips, lips spread wide in anticipation. He had a look at the device she was in - it looked like a combination between stocks and a guillotine, with the upper part of the mechanism in vertical slats, designed to come down when triggered. She must have stuck her head through in her investigation, and set it off, trapping herself! 'Well, you certainly seem eager to make friends.' He slipped a hand between her legs, as her thighs tensed together. He pressed the back of his hand against her cunt, finding it sopping wet, the curls of her pubic hair soft against him skin. She made another whimper, tightening around him and trying to grind against him. Did she even realize what she was doing? 'You seem rather desperate.' He pushed his hand harder against her, feeling her flesh yield under the pressure, warm wetness spreading against his hand. 'Would you like me to put the belt back on?' She didn't answer, but started to grind her hips against him, pushing against his hand. He drew his hand back, her skin slippery enough with grimy sweat and pussy-juice that it was easy to withdraw it from between her thighs. She gave a sigh of disappointment as he withdrew his hand. Evelyn looked up at him, unsure how to proceed. Although her cheeks were starting to tint red, the physical need transmitting itself between the women. 'Perhaps I should leave you here and come back later?' He started to gently finger her crotch, easily parting her folds but not penetrating her, even with a fingertip. 'Well?' He drew his hand back and spanked her, hard enough to leave an imprint. 'I prefer it when my meat answers questions.' 'I'm not meat!' He spanked her again. 'Answer, or the belt goes back on. Now, would you like me to replace the belt?' There was a long pause before she answered. '...No.' He slapped her backside again. Her flesh was smooth and tight - she must have married, and been widowed, quite young, to still be in fine form. 'No, Master.' He slipped a finger into her, and her whole body tensed, a long and whimpering sigh escaping her lips. 'Address me properly.' 'Augh! You're just as bad as that bastard Leopold! He...' Whatever she had been about to say was cut off by a loud moan as he flicked her nub, making her shudder and twitch. 'Call me "master", and I might let you come.' Her hips were twisting now, as she tried to draw her finger into him, her walls tightening, tightening around him. He felt his cock stir, Evelyn looking around and seeing the bulge in his trousers and frowning, before putting her hand against his cock and stroking it through his trousers. 'I... I won't! Just, please... finish me...' Her voice was raw and wretched, shot through with desperation. 'Only those that obey get rewarded.' Evelyn's fingers were warm and firm around him as she eased his cock out and started to drop to her knees before he pushed her away. 'Maybe later. This one needs training.' He took a firm grasp of her hips and started to grind against her, spreading her buttocks. 'Hey! What are you doing!' 'Hmmm, have you never been taken there?' Her feet shifted around until Evelyn grabbed them, pulling them together as he spat between the widow's butt-cheeks, then slid into her. She was even tighter than Evelyn, although that might be because she wasn't as well--used. It took more thrusting back and forth to get in, slowly penetrating inwards, pushing into her tense muscles. Her wrists knocked around against the stocks, but she couldn't break free, or get out of Evelyn's grip. 'No! Please, not there!' Her words trailed off as he pushed into her, feeling her body accept the intrusion. 'Auuughhhh...' He managed to push further and further into her, slapping her backside whenever she started to struggle again, the pain serving to still her struggles. 'Fuck me, you're a tight ride!' He came and then slowly withdrew, first letting himself shrink inside of her, her flesh pushing back against him. Her pucker only slowly closed up after the intrusion, as he wiped himself against her buttocks. She whined again, unable to form words. 'You are delightful company. I think I will invite you back around.' He fingered her again, and then locked the chastity belt back in place. 'Nooo... Please...' 'If you can persuade me, I might let you out of it. I expect you to attend dinner tonight. At 6, promptly.' She seethed against her restraints, unable to break free - stout and sturdy wood, she had no chance of escape. He'd have to play with them later on, figure out how they worked. 'Now, I do hope you won't be so rude as to turn down a neighborly invitation?' He squeezed her backside, enjoying the feel of the flesh. 'Perhaps it's easier to just leave you here until then.' 'The... key?' 'I might let you have it. But you'll have to come back.' 'Grrr!' She twisted around, only relenting after more pinching of her buttocks. 'This is most underhanded, sir!' Evelyn took over, stroking her fingers over the woman's soft thighs, lightly stroking the flesh with her nails, before raking them down the sensitive inner thigh-meat. 'Not so rough, Evelyn. Now, please don't make too much noise, while I go and get the staff to prepare dinner.' 'This is most un-mmmppphhh!' Evelyn reached around and a heavy sack over her head, cutting off her speech, using a belt to seal her mouth over the top. Evelyn rubbed against him, kissing him on the cheek. 'Our first dinner party!' He flicked her forehead. 'My first dinner party. You are part of the entertainment, remember? Although probably not as entertaining as this one. Now, shall we go and inform the staff of the change of plans?' 'Oh yes, master!' They left, Gregory admiring the kicking and tense legs, before closing the door to seal her in. Chapter Four: Dinner for Three With the windows fully open and the curtains spread wide, the dining room was merely "dingy" rather than "oppressively dark". Evelyn was still hanging tightly onto his arm, not liking the heavy and oppressive furnishings, far too many dark crevices and heavy, oaken cabinets and tables. It did have a certain style to it, but it scarcely seemed to be an appropriate place for light entertainment, instead it was more suited heavy, portentous events, like the reading of wills or announcements of death. It smelled of dry dust and disuse as well, the only lively scents from Evelyn - her perfume not enough to cover her lust, juices flowing from behind her chastity. It had been several months since her pussy had last been used - no wonder she was getting a little horny! Rachel and Tess were working, as they had been for most of the afternoon, heavy pans of dust having been wiped off the surfaces, the dark wood made to gleam. It had been a leisurely afternoon for Gregory, buggering Evelyn and ignoring her pleading to have the belt removed, as the girls had begun to clean to get everything ready. Still staying close to him, Evelyn reached out towards one of the cabinets and pulled out a complicated-looking metal device, all sorts of straps and links that dangled from her hand around a fat, stubby dildo. She shook it questioningly, trying to smooth it into a coherent shape. Gregory took it from her, twisting and pulling it over. 'For oral training. Rachael, over here.' She looked around nervously, but there was no way to pretend she hadn't heard, walking over, dark curls bouncing. If she would smile more, she would look a lot better! 'Open wide.' She obeyed, stretching her red lips wide, Gregory strapping the device around her head. It was a curved dildo attached to head-straps, made to hinge, well-maintained so that only a slight push was needed to make the dildo slide in. One strap went over the bridge of Rachael's nose, then under her chin and around the back of her neck, a circular metal ring on each cheek connecting the sliding dildo to the head harness. When it was all in place, the dildo nestled in her mouth, forcing her to keep her lips wide. Leather "reins" dangled down, attached to more metal rings that were connected onto the bottom of the device. He saw her struggle to swallow. 'Good girl. No dribbling, if you please. Now, Evelyn, tug on the reins.' Evelyn gave a gentle pull on the leather straps, and the whole thing hinged, the dildo curving upwards and into Rachael's mouth, her cheeks puffing out in surprise. 'Euuph!' 'You see? The reins can be attached so that it hinges from a pull on the front, or on the back. A few people use them to train their carriage-pullers - if they're moving too fast, a swift pull will slow them down. Just like a bridle. Or as cock-trainers. Not something you've ever needed help with, but for those that struggle with such matters.' Evelyn pulled again, harder this time, the dildo sliding in almost completely. Rachael's head tilted back, eyes rolling and throat bulging at the sudden intrusion. She made a strangled gulp, hands twitching at her side. 'How very inventive!' Evelyn let go, and Rachael nodded her head sharply forward, with enough force to slide the intruder out, the shaft now covered with spit. 'If you were ever too loud when visiting the theatre, I was thinking of getting you one. But your throat has never needed much training.' Evelyn yanked on the reins again, violating Rachael's throat, this time holding the reins taut, Rachael's eyes rolling back and tears starting to form as she tried not to gag and choke, cheeks puffed out. 'Try do let them finish their work first, Evelyn. And I was thinking of using that on our merry widow. She will probably be thankful for the sensation! And you could use it to lead her around town, with most of the device hidden behind her veil.' Evelyn purred and pushed herself against him, her body soft and warm. 'Oh? She seems rather cold. And you've already got me.' She nuzzled close, her presence making him hard. 'I think it would do you good to have some company of rank. And she is rather attractive - I think the two of you would complement each other well. Some more feminine company of elevation would do you good. The two of you could talk about dresses and theatre and other, um... female things.' He squeezed her backside and she pressed her body against his, the rigid panels of her corset tight against him. 'And you could tease her and spank her as well, of course.' That seemed to make Evelyn relax. For a slave, she was very jealous of her position! 'Thank you, Master Gregory.' She gave him a kiss on the cheek, squeaking when he groped her ass again. 'Do you think she will come?' 'Not while I've got this!' He held up the key to the chastity belt - plain and unornamented, impossible to tell what it was for. 'I think she is rather desperate. Just like you.' He kissed her back. 'Although you are rather more likely to get your desire.' She gave him a sudden bright and desperate smile. 'Really? You're going to let me...?' 'Well, eventually. If you're good enough. And when you've started to appreciate being sodomised more.' 'Master... Please?' She started grinding against him, and he could feel the belt against his leg. 'No. If you help me make the good widow Westwick into a nice little fuck-toy, then maybe that can be your reward. Would you like that?' He kissed her on the lips, gentle and slow, feeling her breath come out in a slow sigh. 'Mmm... Please, yes...' 'Good. Then prepare everything for tonight, and you may get your wish. And maybe prepare Rachael for her position as a serving maid?' She gave an absent yank on the reins, making Rachael sputter and hack and cough. 'Yes, Master.' *** When he returned later, the room was fully prepared, with a white tablecloth covering up the dark wood of the table, candles burning away and doing something to dispel the darkness. Rachael was still wearing the bridle-gag, although her maid outfit was now a showier one, cut short to show off her plump thighs, a laced fringe showing off her breasts. From how her makeup was running from around her eyes, Evelyn hadn't been shy about using the gag, forcing the wide cock into the maid's mouth again and again. Gregory approached, and she grunted questioningly as he lifted her skirt, tapping his fingers against the chastity belt beneath - a crude and functional one, the metal in need of a polish. 'You can clean that afterwards.' She grunted at him, dribble oozing around the gag - the reins had been looped around her neck, holding it fully inserted into her mouth. It made her pant in a rather lovely way, her breasts rising and falling. He reached into her dress and groped at them, ignoring her indignant "mmmphhh". They were a good size - not quite as pert as Evelyn's, but soft and warm. 'Maybe a tit-fuck later?' 'Mpgh.' Her answer was curt, as he squeezed a nipple, squashing it between his fingers until he saw tears beading in her eyes. 'Don't be rude, or it'll be the cage for you. Or worse.' 'Ypeh, Maphter.' He let go, stroking her breast instead. 'Good girl. Much better. Now, for tonight, you are to serve, be polite, and maybe help restrain the widow, if she is... restive. Do you understand?' She nodded, at least as much as she could with the cock in her throat. 'Very good.' He heard a bell chime, followed by a door creaking open. 'That must be her now. On your best behavior, then.' He stood back, Rachael trying to stand straight, tears sill forming in her eyes. It didn't take long until the door to the dining room opened, and a dark-clad figure swept in. her face was covered by the veil again, her body robed in darkness, still tightly corsetted, waist compressed to a delightful and trim shape, a bustle exaggerating her behind, hair in a tight bun. By contrast, Evelyn was dressed in red, her shoulders and arms bare, her collar hidden beneath several silk scarves around her neck, her own corset pushing her breasts up and waist in, skirts falling around her legs. 'Good evening, Master Pelham.' Her voice was strong and confident - impressive, considering she had only recently been released and allowed to fix her clothing and hair. 'I hope we can resolve this matter swiftly.' With the veil in place, he couldn't read her expression at all, but her voice was firm and determined, words well enunciated. Gregory sat down, lounging comfortably in a chair, Evelyn sitting in his lap, making a happy sigh as she made herself comfortable, letting herself be stroked. She sat down herself and lifted her veil, revealing a sharp chin and well-defined cheekbones, her lips full and red, eyelids heavy and dark, glaring at him. She must have a stash of cosmetics somewhere, doubtless for when she had been consorting with old Leopold. She steepled her fingers, wrapped in lace gloves, and rested her chin on them. 'I believe you have something that belongs to me. And I would appreciate it back.' He took the key out, noting the spark of desire in her eyes, her body suddenly tense. 'This, you mean?' He gave it to Evelyn, who played with it between her fingers, smiling at the spark of annoyance and lust in the widow's eyes. 'I think it belongs to me, doesn't it? And I would imagine that the belt came from here as well. Although you are welcome to keep that, if you want.' He took the key off Evelyn, flipping it around, before pushing it between her breasts, out of sight, then prodded her in the backside, prompting her to stand up. She swayed across the room, rolling her hips, Westwick looking at her in annoyance. 'I don't think your... toy... needs to be party to this conversation.' 'Evelyn is trustworthy. Lusty, desperate and a damn good cocksucker, but not prone to lying. At least if she knows what's good for her.' Evelyn gave him a tight smile over her shoulder, before moving behind the seated woman, playing with her scarves. 'Leopold locked this thing around me! It was very much not my choice. And then he passed away, rather unexpectedly. Now, the key, Mr Pelham!' He settled back in the chair, seeing her getting even more annoyed, and trying to hide it. 'I wonder, quite how desperate are you to remove the belt?' 'I have no interest in your... twisted games.' 'Oh? Was Leopold not entertaining enough for you?' Despite her makeup and cold expression, spots of color came into her cheeks, and she looked away. 'He did have quite the reputation. And there's all sorts of lovely toys to use still.' 'I've had quite enough of that sort of thing!' The flush deepened, and she still couldn't meet his eyes. 'Allow me the key, Mr Pelham.' She held her hand out expectantly. 'I think we should have some more fun together. After all, we are neighbors now. We should get to know each other.' He nodded at Evelyn, who looped a scarf around the widow's wrist, quickly knotting it tight and pulling it up, dragging the woman to her feet and throwing the other end around a metal ring that hung from the ceiling. 'Hey!' As her free hand went to tree and untie herself, Evelyn used another scarf to bind that wrist, pulling on the silk to keep the hands apart. She twisted around, Evelyn keeping her under control, grinning at being in charge. 'If you're well-behaved, then I might release you. For a little while.' Her struggles intensified, Evelyn having to use both hands to keep her under control, before managing to tie the scarf against another ceiling ring, forcing both of her arms up. The position highlighted her slender waist, her veil fluttering back into place. 'You cannot keep me here! I will not be caged again!' 'Oh, you are familiar with the cages? Well, you may end up in them again.' She kept trying to struggle, but Evelyn's knotwork was sufficient to the task, holding strong against her struggles. Gregory stood up and walked towards her, smiling as her struggles intensified. Evelyn pulled at the woman's long skirts, taking some scissors and slicing through the fabric. There were more layers beneath the outer skirts, Evelyn stripping them away as the widow twisted around in futile resistance, her stocking-clad legs appearing from beneath. Not as toned as Evelyn's, but still rather lovely to look at, with knee-high black boots, bright and shiny black leather, coming into view. 'Release me! I want no part of this!' She twisted again, the silk scarves resisting and keeping her in place. 'Oh, do you want this to stay locked on?' He flicked her chastity belt, noting her tormented sigh as she tried to move back and out of reach. He flicked it again, and a ripple went up her entire body as she whimpered. 'Mmm... Mr Pelham, the key, if you... ahhhhh...' Evelyn had squatted behind her and was rattling the belt, poking a fingernail into the slit. This close, Gregory could smell her, the reek of her lust from behind the metal. 'Please...' Her voice was softening as he reached out and gently plucked up the veil - her cheeks were now flushed a deep red, her eyelids fluttering closed, breath starting to race. 'The whip, Evelyn.' The widow was still able to hear him at least, giving a dazed shake of her head, lips pursing around a half-formed word, sighing again as Evelyn stopped rattling the chastity belt and stepped away. 'As we're going to be getting to know each other very well, then I think you should tell me your Christian name. It would certainly be more convenient.' He accepted the whip from Evelyn, uncoiling the leather cord and flicking his wrist, twisting around to give Evelyn a kiss. Then he cracked the whip through the air, targeting a thigh, stripping around part of a stocking, and making the widow gasp in pain. He moved again, targeting the other leg, then making the tip rattle against the belt, that making her gasp in frustration and relief. She tried pulling her legs together to better protect herself. 'Legs wide, or I'll have them spread wide.' She glared at him and twisted around as much as she could, presenting her buttocks, the whip streaking against pale flesh and making it jiggle. 'Legs wide.' He whipped her backside again and again, until she obeyed, clearly reluctant, her arse starting to throb red from the whipping as she spread herself. 'Hmm. I think you should learn to obey faster.' He landed a strike against her inner thigh, making her hiss in pain. 'But first, your name. Or you will be gagged.' Leather struck flesh again, with a satisfying crack. 'Adelia! It's Adelia!' 'Adelia and Evelyn. I'm sure the two of you will get on famously.' Evelyn, for some reason, shot him a nasty look, as she yanked on Adelia's hair to pull her head back, shoving a gag into her mouth and tying it in place. When he tried to whip her, she used Adelia as a shield, the whip hitting against a corset-wrapped waist. 'Well, I'm sure you will enjoy visiting here. Evelyn, unlock her.' Adelia shook her head, hair whipping about, as Evelyn reached into her bosom and pulled out the key, sliding it into the lock and removing the metal. Beneath it, the skin was grimy, her pubic hair matted and unkempt, and the smell of sweat and lust intensified. Beads of her juices had gathered on the pubic hair, her body moist and receptive, and Adelia whimpered. Evelyn reached out and lightly stroked there, Adelia's whole body shuddering and twitching, a desperate groan escaping her lips. She tried to close her thighs together, but Gregory shook the whip at her and she kept them spread wide. 'She's drenched, Master! And needs a wash.' 'Are you a dirty, wet slut, Adelia Westwick?' She wasn't yet so gone she couldn't respond, grunting in annoyance and desire through the gag, her hips giving an involuntary twitch as Evelyn continued to tease her. He approached, her eyes getting wider, the makeup she wore making them seem large and pale, pupils massive, as he stroked her cheek. 'If you're a good girl, then I'm sure we can come to an... arrangement.' With her corset in place, he couldn't properly play with her breasts, but he ran a hand down her waist before reaching around to squeeze a buttock, the flesh still hot from the whipping, and she squealed again. 'Would you like to be fucked?' He heard soft, wet squelching, as Evelyn's fingers slipped into her, easily penetrating. She looked away, groaning in response but not saying anything, until he grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him, staring into her eyes. 'I asked you a question, Adelia.' Her eyelids fluttered as Evelyn continued to finger-fuck her and managed to mumble out a response. 'Yeph... Pleaph...' 'Well, then you will need to work for it. As a grieving widow, I think it only fair you spend some time as my guest, with some company to help keep your spirits up.' She sagged downwards with a groaning gasp, as Evelyn removed her fingers with a damp pop noise. 'Pleaph...' 'I can train you and Evelyn at the same time. When both of you are complete, then you will be allowed to come.' He kissed her on the forehead, the skin warm and dry, before pulling out some of the pins that held her hair in place, letting it cascade out of the tight bun, spilling down her back in an uncontrolled torrent. 'Would you like that?' She whimpered and mewled, especially when he used his hand to cover her eyes. 'Evelyn, replace the belt.' 'Of course, master.' Adelia shook her head, trying to twist her body around enough to escape being sealed into the metal again, but Gregory held her in place, listening for the click of a lock. As soon as it was in place, Adelia sagged, making a whine of defeat, Gregory stroking her head. Evelyn stood up, handing over a leather blindfold. As he removed his hand from Adelia's face, he saw her eyes, wet with tears, before he slid the blindfold into place, sealing her into gagged darkness. Evelyn kissed him on the cheek, pressing her body tightly against his. 'You didn't mean that, did you, Master?' She stroked a hand down his chest, her body sweet, warm and close. 'That you'd only let me out when she's trained as well?' He kissed her back, full on the lips, tasting her, feeling her compliant softness. 'I think it will encourage you to assist me.' He started to grind against her, rubbing his cock against her thigh as it hardened. 'And make you nice and sensitive by the time we're done.' 'But... Master! That could take months!' Her body stiffened in objection and she tried to turn away, as he kissed her again, before taking her shoulders and pushing down, making her drop to her knees. 'If you work hard, then it will make matters faster.' Beside them, Adelia was still twisting in her bonds, able to hear them, but not speak or see. 'And I can still use your other holes. Open wide.' He dropped his trousers, cock springing out, wrapping a hand firmly around the back of Evelyn's head, her tongue obediently lolling out and licking around his cock, bringing him to full hardness. 'But... that's nphh fairph!' Her words started to splutter as she shoved his cock between her red, soft lips, Evelyn making wet gagging sounds as he penetrated her throat, her hands coming up to stroke his balls. The look in her eyes was sharp though, even if she couldn't make any coherent protest as he ravaged her throat. The slurping, spluttering sounds make Adelia twitch nervously, clearly unsure what was happening next to her, as he came in Evelyn's mouth, watching her throat tense as she swallowed it, before giving him a stiff smile. 'May I have some time with Mrs. Westwick, Master?' Her tone was sharp. 'We should be friendly, and I think I need to persuade her.' Adelia twitched nervously, trying to move away, still restrained by the silk scarves. 'We should allow her to rest a little first, and then we can move her downstairs. And then you can get to know her better, if you would like.' Adelia shook her head, Evelyn smiling up at him, cum still visible on her lips. 'And then you'll unbelt me? Is that a promise, Master?' He patted her head. 'Only if you behave. But if you help train her, then you do deserve a treat.' She smiled and wriggled her shoulders happily, before standing. 'I'll get Tess to fetch a cage, so we can get her into the dungeon! We should start right away!' She bustled away in a fit of enthusiasm, clearly excited by any chance to escape her chastity belt. Well, having two lovely women on hand could be fun. He stroked Adelia's face again. 'Don't worry, I'm sure we'll have lots of time together. And, eventually, I'll remove this.' She whimpered again as he tapped her chastity belt, as he stepped away. Digital Slave Preview Chapter: A New Life Starts Present Day The pressure on her shoulders was intense, wrists cuffed together behind her back, a chain running to the ceiling and pulling them up. This forced her into a painful strappado position, unable to properly stand without wrenching her shoulders out of position. Her mouth was full, a large sphere of black rubber strapped between her lips, slow trickles of spittle flowing over her red-painted lips, down her chin. Around her neck was a collar, a chunky band of bright metal, chunky metal bracelets of the same material on her wrists. Ever since she had started wearing it, she had become intimately familiar with the devices it contained - at the moment it was as loose as it got, although it could tighten without notice to choke her, or shock her. She had lost track of how long she'd been held in this position - the apartment had no clocks, and the windows were blacked out, the time of day impossible to tell. Her slender body, something that she had always been proud of, even used to draw attention to herself, was dressed in a silk blouse and black pencil skirt. In the pale glow of emergency lighting, the fringe of a lacey bra could be seen beneath the blouse, her skirt short enough to show the patterns on her stockings around her thighs. If it wasn't for the collar, gag, and position, she could have been any office worker. She whimpered, trying to shift, find some element of comfort. How long had it been since she had been here? Days, weeks, months? She was kept here, every element of her life controlled, only allowed out in what the owner permitted. She had nothing of her own, everything she had, everything she had become, was what the owner desired. But she had never seen the owner, her owner. She had been shaped and moulded, without ever even being touched by him. She twisted in her bonds, thoughts of her previous life bubbling upwards. She had had a name then. Been able to go out. Had control of herself, been able to choose her own clothing. What had her name been? Her twisting strengthened as she twisted, the chain softly clinking. Her collar beeped, and she froze in fear. It tightened, not even to choke her, but a warning. Was her owner watching? She knew there must be cameras, watching her, knowing when she was bad or good. But he couldn't read her mind, could he? The AC whirred into life, cold air beating down on her, her clothing doing little to protect her. The memories died within her as the cold air blew, until her stirring stopped. The thing between her legs briefly stirred into life, an empty promise of warmth. Not long enough to give her any relief or pleasure, simply a reminder that she lacked even the control to pleasure herself. She shuffled awkwardly, stilettos clicking on the floor. If she was good, if she managed to maintain this position for long enough, maybe she would be allowed to sleep on the floor, rather than restrained. Maybe she would be allowed out - her clothing chosen for her, her mouth sealed behind a gag, but outside, where she could pretend to be a person. The pressure in the air changed, the AC shutting down. The door, path to the outside world, always locked to her, clicked open, light spilling in. She was bound facing away from the door, unable to see who was standing there. Was it the owner? Or someone else? She didn't dare twist to see, in case she was punished for it. The shadow moved closer, footsteps seemingly as loud as thunder. A hand reached out, slapping her ass in a possessive way, and she couldn't restrain herself from squeaking. Had her owner finally come to claim her, or was this someone else to service? Either way, she had to please them. She parted her legs slightly, hoping they would find her pleasing. *** Days, Weeks or Months ago... Sophia's heart sank, blood turning cold. She pressed refresh, in the desperate hope that things would be different. They couldn't have dropped that fast. The screen reloaded - everything was in the red. Deep into the red. Could she move money from anywhere else? No, everywhere was tapped out. Everything had been riding on this. But how could everything have dropped like that? The market shouldn't move like that, something should have gone up. She refreshed again. It was even worse. She'd bet her apartment on this, everything she owned! She felt a presence, before a hand touched her shoulder, nails pressing against her flesh through her thin blouse. 'Go home for the rest of the week, Sophia. We'll talk about this soon.' The woman squeezed her shoulder, red-painted nails digging in harder, just for a moment. Then she turned and left, heels clicking against the trading room floor. Sophia glanced around, seeing rumours already spreading amongst her colleagues, looking at her with pity or contempt. She ignored the sting of pride, trying to look calm and collected, picking up her handbag and left the office. She went to get drunk. A fancy bar, piano playing, no shortage of people willing to buy drinks for her - even without getting changed, her silk blouse, unbuttoned to show the edge of her bra beneath, tight pencil-skirt short enough that the tops of her stockings flashed into view as she walked, or crossed her legs were enticement enough. She might have lost big today, lost everything she owned, but all she needed was some seed money to get started again. Who could she hit up for a loan? Stephen was normally a sucker, especially if she worse something tight and black. And he wasn't even pushy enough to demand sex, just a quick handjob was normally enough. Although he was out of town, having taken a new job in Hong Kong. Maybe Ken? Although his latest wife was a pushy bitch. Another drink appeared, the spirits burning into her stomach, her thoughts turning into alcohol-infused mush as night fell. *** She awoke, in sunlight. Crisp sheets wrinkled beneath her hands, discreet buzz of a phone alarm vibrating nearby. Where was she? She blinked sleep from her eyes and looked around - not a place she recognised, but it oozed wealth. Sunlight streamed in from full-height windows, showing views over a park. The bed was massive, what looked to be a walk-in wardrobe opposite, floor-length mirrors, grey and chrome drawers and cupboards. And she was naked. Well, if it was whoever owned this place, then she had done well - she rolled over, finding the bed empty. She didn't feel satisfied, so they must have been too drunk to have sex. The rest of the apartment was small, but the view outside the window showed that it was right in the heart of the city, worth several million, at the least. The whole place shared the same chrome-and-steel colouring, probably designed by some tech-bro nerd, everything electronically controlled, both austere and massively expensive. A screen blinked on, displaying a message. Had to go to work, but last night was great. This place was my ex's, feel free to crash here. She was about the same size as you, use her clothes if you want. Well, this seemed to be quite fortunate. She had no recollection of who the mysterious owner was, but they were clearly wealthy, which was what she needed right now. Everything was chrome and metal, custom-fitted and expensive. Near the entrance was a strange piece of modern art, dangling from a chain on the ceiling- a roughly female shape of solid black plastic, a head, the swell of breasts and curve of hips, a hole for a mouth and another between the legs, edges stained slightly. She'd always preferred more classical art and sculpture but having such a thing on casual display showed vast wealth. She looked at more closely - there was a tiny hairline crack around the edge, the thing cast in two halves. She gave it a gentle shove, setting it swinging. Something tickled the edge of her hearing; was that a moan? She must have imagined it, an apartment like this would be fully sound-proofed. She returned to the walk-in wardrobe, the door sliding open with an electronic beep. Inside was a carousel device filled with clothing, so only a single outfit was accessible at any given time, like a giant vending machine. More sealed lockers lined the walls, all currently shut. The current outfit was very much in line with her own preferences - sleek and sexy office-wear, a skirt, tight and black and short, a silk blouse, along with a lace thong and bra. One of the lockers popped open, revealing a pair of very high heels and some stockings. The ex must have been about the same size as her, conveniently. Before dressing she had a shower, luxuriating in the steaming hot water, rubbing herself down, feeling the fug of last night retreating under the steam and heat. When she was done, she applied her makeup - this ex had similar colouration as well; the owner must have a distinct 'type'. Well, that would make him easier to butter up for some money. With her lips tinted red, mascara around her eyes, hair pulled back into a ponytail, she felt decidedly more in control, more like herself, especially when she dressed as well. She admired herself in the mirror, blowing herself a kiss. Another message blinked onto the screen in the main room, accompanied by a faint chiming noise. You lost your phone last night, here's a replacement. I loaded my number onto it. A drawer opened with a pneumatic pop. Inside was a smartphone, sleek, black and unbranded, the sort of prestigious item normally seen in the hands of millionaires. She pressed her thumb against it, as it unlocked for her - even the programming was something she didn't recognise, although most of the functionality appeared to be locked. There was only one number listed: 'Owner', with no other details listed. Well, he had been so nice, he deserved a treat, and something to keep him keen and friendly. She found the camera function and posed for a selfie, tweaking her blouse to make sure it showed her cleavage, making a seductive face. Thanks for last night "owner", you were great. See you soon! She took several pictures, making sure to find the best one before hitting 'send'. Then she explored the rest of the apartment. It was small, little more than the bathroom, a kitchen-diner, and a box room, with the colossal bedroom and walk-in wardrobe taking the largest amount of space. This close to the center though, it must have cost a fortune - she took her new phone out and tried to access the internet, to look up the value, but couldn't find any way to access it. All the draws in the kitchen had an RFID scanner, remaining stubbornly locked, surfaces too smooth to pull open. Denied there, she went to the wardrobe - it would have been a decent-sized room by itself, but the carousel device took most of the space, leaving only a small space to get changed. She rotated through the other outfits - beyond a variety of office-wear and gorgeous (and expensive!) evening gowns, there was a variety of more 'special' outfits - a latex nurse's outfit, several skin-tight catsuits, a schoolgirl outfit, a shiny nun's habit with holes at the crotch... Well, those wouldn't be getting used, at least not on her. She liked to be in charge, not the one being dominated. She smiled at past memories - keeping someone on the edge, just shy of climax, could be a powerful incentive when negotiating. Although she hated the feel, taste and scent of cum, so always tried to slip a condom on first. Her stomach rumbled - she hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday. She went to the front door, running her hand against the card reader - there was no handle, nothing to force it open. When she tapped it, a prompt appeared; "Present Owner authentication". Without that, it wouldn't open. Another bell chimed, message appearing. Nice pic, you're a doll. Have some food. A drawer popped open, revealing a bowl full of powder. She grimaced. Of course a techbro would be into food-substitute powder. She gave it a sniff. Flavourless food substitute, to boot. Enough of that, and even the taste of cum would be a welcome change. She turned to the tap, trying to figure out how to turn it on - there was nothing to twist or turn. She waved the bowl beneath the tap, water rushing out. Just enough to turn the powder into a paste, nutritional enough to keep her alive, but bland and tasteless. She'd have to convince him to take her out somewhere proper, or this relationship wouldn't last long. She ate the paste, then put the bowl back into the drawer which slid shut and locked itself. Unable to leave, she explored the apartment - everything was sealed away, the place spartan and barren, no pictures or any other touches of life. In the bathroom were fresh toiletries, a sealed toothbrush and paste, the cabinet locking shut once she had cleaned her teeth. There was a TV in each room, but no remote control, nor any buttons on the units themselves. She bent over to look under the bed, finding what she expected - a large box, filled with more 'toys', those for obviously female use. She pulled it out, having to strain to shift the weight; if she was stuck here while some dickless techbro was spending his time hacking code, she may as well enjoy herself. The ex must have been feeling frustrated, if the amount of stuff present was any indication, and most of it still unopened. At the bottom of the box, and the reason it was so heavy, was a heavy block, a vibrating pad at the top - a sybian. She'd seen one used at a party before, an unwilling escort made to mount it only when threatened with being stripped and forcibly ejected onto the streets. From the sounds the girl had made, it had been quite intense, although that might just have been to try and please whoever had hired her or hoping to get them to let her go. She managed to find a plug socket (even that was behind a metal panel, although at least it was open rather than locked) and plugged it in. This one looked pretty heavy-duty, with straps to ensure the occupant didn't fall off, the controls on the front of the box where they would be hard to access when in use. She straddled it, then took another picture. Think I should go for a ride? It didn't take long until there was a response. Strap yourself in, it's a hell of a thing! She squirted lube over the dildo, shimmying her thong off, playing with herself to get herself ready. This was how she wanted to live, surrounded by luxury, although with rather more control herself. She played with herself, loosening herself up, then slowly eased herself onto the prong. The thing was cold inside her, although was a comfortable size, satisfyingly solid. She strapped the bands around her thighs, then reached forward, fumbling along the front of the device for the 'on' switch. It buzzed to life. She immediately grabbed her phone, trying to concentrate through the vibrations and stimulation, pressure swiftly building inside of her. This selfie wouldn't be very well focused, but... Her thoughts went white as the vibrations rumbled through her, bringing her to a peak. If it hadn't been for the straps, she would have fallen off already. The phone fell from her hand as she was shoved into another orgasm, hands covering her mouth as she tried not to yell. She came again, the buzzing seeming louder. Oh god, was it getting faster? A cry tore itself from her lips, audible even through her hands, and then she sagged forward as the buzzing slowed slightly. Her hands scrabbled over the front of the panel, fumbling for the controls. It started to vibrate again, her nails scraping against knobs and dials, flicking a switch and the thing powering down. It took her a long moment to collect herself, head swimming as she slowly pulled herself off it, the dildo now slick with her juices. She could understand now why that escort had started to beg after the sixth orgasm had been ripped from her, the onlookers only turning it up higher and laughing. She climbed off, needing to collect herself. That thing was powerful! Her pussy was drenched, thighs moist with her own juices, as she wiped herself down on the bedsheets. She didn't have any other clothing, and the device in the closet seemed to have jammed, leaving her reeking of sex as she put the thong back on, taking a moment to rearrange her own clothing as the message bell chimed again. Nice look, doll, suits you. Wonder how long you can go for if it wasn't turned off? Called in a favour, got you a job. Close by, phone will tell you the way. It had fallen against the wall, fortunately undamaged. A map had appeared, showing her current location, a destination not far away. Who was this guy? The place shown was an office building, filled with super-expensive lawyers and consultants. For a one-night stand she couldn't even remember, he was very generous. Even when drunk, she wouldn't have been picked someone ugly so he must be a looker, and wealthy as well. The bathroom door had sealed itself, so she couldn't shower again. The door to outside opened, allowing her to leave, hissing shut as soon as she passed through. |