CHAPTER ONE

 

Rex Quant gave Julia Howard's naked bottom a proprietary slap. There was no doubt he owned that shapely posterior - in every sense - so had every right to do so.

"Get me a cigarette," he said.

On long limbs, Julia moved to obey and Rex's eyes followed her instinctively. He never tired of drinking in the beauty of her body and the natural grace of her carriage. She went to the low table in the centre of the room and bent over picking up the cigarette box.

Julia was completely naked but for a very high-heeled pair of gleaming red leather shoes and Rex watched the swinging lilt of her superb hindquarters and the quiver of soft buttocks. Then there was the exquisite curve of her bottom as she bent ... a brief, revealing pose, but one to linger in the memory.

She turned and came back towards Rex and he was favoured with a view of her lovely, firm, half-melon breasts, swinging and jouncing gently with her stride. Her beautiful face was set; the full lips pressed together, her violet-blue eyes looking deeper and darker as they mirrored her shame, her despair and her fear. The fact that Rex had made her shave off all her body hair seemed to emphasise her nudity.

Julia bent before him and proffered the cigarette box. The lush globes of delight hung and swung momentarily pendulous before him, every detail and facet of them stark to his eyes.

"Master ..." she said in almost a whisper.

Rex took a cigarette. Although it was but a whisper, he detected and approved of the subservience in her tone. There was no doubt that in the relatively short period she had been his captive she had acquired a healthy respect of the rod and the lash. However wounding to her pride, however great the effort of inner will that it required, she was beginning to realise it was preferable to submit than to suffer.

Rex gave her bottom another slap. A harder one this time.

"It isn't my intention to eat this, girl," he said half mockingly. "Fetch me the lighter."

Julia hurried to make amends for her error. She lit his cigarette and then returned both box and lighter to the table. His eyes continued to follow her and drink their fill.

Even after all his planning ... and after all that had happened - it still sometimes seemed impossible that the lovely, proud young Julia Howard should be his slave. That, for the slightest disobedience - or merely if the whim took him - he could thrash or whip her; and that the sexual delights of her body were his for the taking.

It seemed impossible ... but it was perfectly true. This was the same young woman who, some twelve months previously, when she had been twenty-one, had denied even his most gentlemanly approach for her favours, with arrogance and disdain.

Once, then, merely at his suggestion that he be permitted to take her out for the evening, she had slapped his face ... and her words had made it clear she did not want the attentions of 'an old man' of forty. This was the same girl whose bare bottom he could now smack at will. That slap on his face had indeed been repaid many times and with very considerable interest.

Looking back, Rex was very grateful for the face-slap. It had been the tinder that had set fire to his fierce desire to have her no matter what lengths he had to go to. And it had ended with Julia being held his captive in the secret quarters he had designed and constructed beneath his country retreat. Following her carefully planned disappearance after a 'yachting mishap' the rest of the world assumed poor Julia Howard dead. But for Rex Quant she was still very much alive.

As she stood alongside his chair, he ran his hand up the back of her left thigh and then gently fondled her nates. He felt her tremble tensely as she fought to prevent herself recoiling from his touch.

Rex knew how much that touch repelled her and the thought pleased him. It was a joy to know how she had to quell her fiery spirit and submit - in dread of swift retribution if she didn't.

"Position No. 1 ..." said Rex suddenly.

Julia moved at once and knelt before him. She knelt with her long thighs straight before her, her buttocks an inch or so above her upturned heels, her back erect. Then she dipped her hands under her black, shoulder length hair and clasped the back of her neck ... a move which enhanced the magnificent thrust of her breasts.

This was one of the basic 'positions' or 'postures' that Julia had learnt to adopt at the numbered word of command, during her initiatory training period. Needless to say, she had not taken kindly to such indignities and the rod had been hard at work at first.

All that had taken place during the previous couple of weeks or so ... and every moment of that training period had given Rex the very greatest pleasure. How she had hated to submit! Yet how much more she had hated the rod and the switch across her tender flesh.

The result of that training was bearing fruit, however, as could be witness by Julia's quickness to obey. Rex regarded her steadily as he drew on his cigarette, seeing the loathing as well as the terror in her eyes.

"Well, my beautiful slave," he said, "do you feel any different this morning?"

He saw the shame cloud her eyes and the colour mount in her high cheek-boned face. It was obvious she was aware of his reason for making the enquiry.

The reason was, in fact that, on the previous evening - for the very first time - Rex had enjoyed Julia to the full.

It had been no easy matter for him to delay that act so long ... for temptation had been ever present. Yet, following the careful plan he'd mapped out, and sensibly reasoning his ultimate pleasure would be greater, he had delayed it.

The first stage had been to discipline Julia to an adequate obedience ... and to temper, if not completely subdue, her fiery spirit. That had culminated in his taking her with a brutal fierceness when, at long last, he could hold back the floodgates of his lust no more.

Now the second stage of Julia's training could begin, the training that would mould her into his true sex slave.

"N-no ... master ..." she answered. Her voice was cultured, as it must be from her breeding and upbringing. But she spoke softly and with a trace of hoarseness. Screaming made one hoarse.

"Nor should you, of course," said Rex. And then he added with a salacious grin: "And you can't say you didn't ask for it!"

He watched Julia bite her lips furiously and the colour mount higher in her cheeks.

The reason for this cruel shaft of Rex's was that as part of her disciplinary training, he had forced her to a regular, culminating humiliation before he chained her up in her 'cell' each night.

Julia had always been forced, at that moment, to go down on her hands and knees and offer herself in blatant invitation ... and repeat the following phrase:-

'Your slave begs the privilege and pleasure of being fucked, master.'

As can be imagined, it was an action she had been forced to submit to. Rex had shown her no mercy. For his own ends it was not possible for him to do so.

Thus it was, at the completion of that regular little catechism, Rex had fallen greedily upon her the previous evening and brutally but briefly slaked his first lust.

It had been at the end of one stage ... and the beginning of another.

Julia Howard accepted the forced humiliation of Rex Quant's words. She had no option. All the same the assault and all its accompanying memories burned hotly into her soul. She felt she had taken yet another step down the path of degradation prepared for her.

Was there nothing ... nothing ... she could do to check it? To halt it?

For the thousandth time came back the answer ... NO!

"Of course, Julia," said Rex, "you have to understand there is a world of difference between what happened last evening and how I intend to proceed in the future."

He smiled at her. It was an evil smile.

Julia was not unaware of it. Her heart pounded and a kind of sickness seemed to well within her. She knew she was utterly lost.

Rex continued to speak, deliberately making his words crude, aiming to shock and degrade her.

"Last night," he said, "I fucked you. It was something, you will know, that I have wanted to do for sometime. And, frankly, you made an enjoyable fuck. You have all the basic physical attributes required..."

He let his eyes rove over her kneeling nakedness and noted the quivering ripple that passed over her face.

"However," he continued, "a master requires something more than attributes from his slave girl. He requires co-operation. The two together combine to become, ultimately, what I can only describe as 'willingness'. These secondary attributes you will be taught to acquire ... whatever your feelings may be at the moment and whatever they may actually be in the future. I hope you follow me."

A violent shudder set all Julia's soft flesh quivering. She did indeed, follow him. She understood it was not enough to simply submit; she had to please!

The knowledge was a bitter agony driving deep within her and she could only, inwardly and silently, pray for strength to endure what must come.

She said nothing, but her heart pounded faster as Rex stood up. As was customary during these 'sessions' he wore nothing but a brief pair of trunks made of thin, soft, supple leather.

"I want to impress these points on your mind, my slave," he said as he took hold of her long black hair. He pushed back her head and looked down into her beautiful face ... a face quivering uncontrollably with horror and fear. "Last night - admittedly - you offered yourself. That offer was accepted. However, it has to be said, that response to that 'privilege and pleasure' was lacking. In short, what I'm saying is that it's not sufficient to behave like a hunk of female meat. One has to behave like a woman."

Rex smiled down into the stricken eyes.

"I'm going to impress that point on you now," he said. "There is no sense in delay, the sooner you learn the better. The better for you..."

Rex released her hair and went over to the cabinet where he kept the numerous instruments of correction he employed. Julia whimpered pathetically as he returned bearing the slim switch of tightly-plaited rhino hide which had been such a potent factor in Julia's earlier training.

"M-Mer ... ceee ... m-master ..." she croaked.

Methodically, Rex took her by the hair again and twisted a long hank of it round his left hand so that he held her securely. Half crouching by then, Julia trembled before him.

"M-Mercy, master," she croaked again. "Let ... m-me show ... y-you."

The pure joy of power flooded through Rex. Julia's dread of the lash was apparent (and well merited) but all the same it was good to know it was of a strength that forced her to offer herself 'co-operatively' in an attempt to avoid it!

Ahh yes, that was very good, reflected Rex as he looked down at the trembling girl before him. But he tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her forward onto her hands and knees so that her curvaceous bottom was more conveniently available.

"Such things are easy to say, slave," he said. "It requires the lash to make sure they are translated into action."

He lashed the switch down across Julia's thrusting bottom and, with a yelping scream she squirmed convulsively with pain. A thin weal leaped up across the juddering flesh. There now remained only a pink, underlying trace following the savage birching he had given her some days previously. The healing treatment he employed was working even better than his expectations.

With venomous precision, Rex continued to lash the rhino hide switch across Julia's buttocks and thighs. She threshed and twisted with the frantic fervour of a freshly landed eel ... her long legs one moment kicking and splaying wildly, the next drawing up beneath her in torment.

Instinctively, Julia tried to afford herself some protection from the slim, whistling switch by using her arms and hands. But the target was too great to afford any real relief. If her hands clasped her buttocks, she got it across her thighs; if her arms attempted to protect her thighs, she got it across her buttocks. Equally, if she twisted shrieking over on to her back, her belly, flanks and the fronts of her thighs presented a quite satisfactory alternative to Rex.

And as she threshed and writhed in torment, her big breasts swung and clashed wildly ... a jelly-bouncing frenzy of soft woman-flesh.

Hoarsely, she screamed her pleas for mercy and shrieked her breathless gasping cries of agony.

Rex gave her some dozen to fifteen hard cuts before he released her hair to leave her slumped, panting and sobbing, still squirming, face down on the floor.

The joy of sadistic lust pounded through his loins. Nothing, nothing - surely - could be more delightful than to have a lovely young woman naked and in your power and to thrash her without mercy!

Nothing - surely! Unless, of course, it was to enjoy that body sexually. That would be a different pleasure ... but not less of a one he thought as he looked down at the lovely creature shuddering, stark naked at his feet.

Rex slipped off the brief trunks and stood naked himself. Then he pulled Julia up by her hair again. Despite it's tear-streaked, distraught condition, her face had lost little of it's beauty.

"We are now going to repeat last night's little exercise," said Rex, "and I trust you have been stimulated enough into taking a more active part."

Julia could only moan incoherently ... but from the shocked loathing and dread in her eyes it was obvious she had fully understood. With his free hand, Rex fondled her breasts. Frankly, they were too good to resist. then his hand ran down her flank ... down over the curves of a buttock cheek. He felt the burning heat of the weals he had just raised ... felt her wince ... heard her gasping whimper of pain.

In her anguish before the thrashing, Julia had expressed her willingness to meet his demands ... but now the actual moment was on her a certain, natural female reluctance to comply seemed to have suddenly overwhelmed her temporarily. His hand slid between the cleft of her nates and he fingered the soft cunt lips. Julia squealed and jerked away instinctively at the intimate touch.

Rex smiled. He was not displeased. Over-willing acquiescence too soon was not his wish ... he preferred the knowledge of how, at every stage, Julia was having to fight to subdue her will and spirit in order to do his bidding.

"Do you want some more of the switch before we begin?" asked Rex.

"No ... oohh ... no ..." she gasped. In her anguish she even forgot the title of respect.

"No ... what?" demanded Rex, slapping her bottom hard.

"N-Noo ... m-master ..." she cried.

Rex's fingers slipped down the cleft and he played with her cunt again. He felt the soft, lubricious hairlessness of it ... and felt, too, the intensity of her quivering as she fought not to recoil. This I own, he said to himself. It is mine, to do with as I wish.