Both Patrick and Tony could not be more helpful, obliging or gentlemanly, but failed completely to get Alison's number as they dropped her off back at work. Even though it had been a little more than an hour since Tony came inside her, she looked and felt as if she had just been fucked six times without a break. Blackened dust stains had proved impossible to get out of the red skirt, both knees were grazed and bruised from when on all fours, Patrick fucked her from behind for forty minutes straight and one of the buttons that connected her skirt to her braces was missing. When they had both finished fucking her the first time, Alison, thinking that it was over got dressed, but watching her put her clothes on had proved too much and they collectively ripped her clothes off, tossing them in any direction and began fucking her all over again.

It was a struggle to make her legs move as she kissed into her hand and waved a smiling goodbye. She hoped that the many, many photo's they took would not find their way onto the Internet.

She wasn't sure what to do. It was almost four in the afternoon. There was simply no way could she walk into the office looking like this and there wasn't enough time to go home get washed and changed, and go back to the office.

Her phone showed two messages, one from Steve and one from Saed. It looked as if Saed would be home much later today and Steve wanted to know if there were any images she wanted to share. Attached was one of his own.

Tingles erupted from head to foot.

On her phone, in full colour, was a picture of Steve standing up and his gorgeous wife kneeling down. Only an inch or so separated her open mouth from the tip of his erection and a string of saliva connected them both. Steve's cock looked so thick. The rim of his bell-end was prominent and reddened and his head fattened and engorged. He looked as if he was about to cum. Between opened legs, his wife had half a dildo in her hand and the other half was vanished inside her spread apart pussy. Steve wasn't holding back on his promise.

Flicking through the images that must amount in the hundreds that the boys took of her and them, she selected one that would give him want he asked for, her tits and a little more. Alison pressed send and then typed a text message and sent it.

'Steve! A little tied up at the moment! Can I skip the rest of the day?'

Seconds later, Steve picked up his phone. Alison, his favourite subordinate was indeed turning into his favourite submissive. He studied her tits carefully. He liked them. Then he followed the contours of her naked legs, spread wide apart, accommodating a thick erection that pushed open a hairless and heavily contoured vagina. Alison had a good body. His attention fell on her mouth and that elongated penis that filled it. Alison's eyes stared straight at the camera. It seemed to Steve that she was taunting him, teasing him in just the way he asked, but what really made him instantly hard was the fact that her hands were tied together with rope and her arms were pulled up, way over her head. Steve nodded at the photo. It did indeed seem that his helper liked to play. He was going to enjoy pulling her emotions apart.

Alison's phone bleeped.

'Go home!' The message read. 'Tomorrow we begin your training!'

Unable to fathom what he meant, Alison glared at the phone and jumped when it bleeped again.

He had sent another image. This time he wasn't in it, but his wife was and dressed in a black leather teddy that allowed her tits to hang loose. Inserted in each nipple was a pin and weights, heavy and cumbersome hung, taunting, pulling painfully. She was blindfolded and had what looked like a ball in her mouth and held in place by a strap. Hands were spread out either side and tied tightly to a wooden pole and a bar, placed to perfection and tied around her knees kept her legs painfully apart. Inside her vagina was a dildo. It was incredibly fat and surrounding that was what looked like some kind of apparatus that had been inserted and kept her pussy wide, wide open.

Loud bangs that matched her heartbeat filled Alison's ears. Across the woman's breasts and the inside of her legs were thin, red and very painful looking whelps. Steve, it appeared, was not just into a bit of playful filth, but was seriously into BDSM and by the look of sheer lust on his wife's face, so was she.

Alison drove home in a daze, unable to take her eyes of the blonde woman whose beautiful face and incredible body looked as if she enjoyed being tortured. Is that what Steve wanted to do to her?

At home, Alison put on the gas fire and after ripping off her clothes, glared in the mirror at her own body. There were rope burns, not severe, but noticeable around her wrists. Her knees were grazed and the inside of her thighs had turned blue from the endless banging from Patrick and Tony's hips. She grinned. Those two horny bastards could fuck all day. She looked at the image of Steve's wife and then looked at herself. The thought of being tied up like that, defenceless; unable to prevent anything from happening was a real turn-on. She wanted to cum - again. She wanted to touch herself, to feel something inside her, but she felt sore.

Last night, as with most nights, she was fucked senseless by a Greek god and then finger fucked in the hallway after she nearly drowned drinking Saed's cum. This morning, feeling horny, she made herself cum using the showerhead, took photos of her pussy and gave it to two strangers, frigged herself over images of their erections and then came without being touched when she was caught by Steve, sitting her naked ass on a towel in the car. Then he convinced her to flash her pussy at him, which turned out to be much more than a flash, and not more than an hour later in a freezing cold warehouse, she was completely fucked senseless by two horny bastards that fucked her three times each. They both came inside her pussy twice and both came inside her mouth. She swallowed their cum. All of that though paled in terms of outright, adrenalin pumping outrageousness when compared to the image of Steve's wife being tortured.

She needed to slow down, get clean, drink some coffee, anything to take her mind off what 'training' might mean.

Slipping on one of Saed's sweatshirts, Alison grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. She really needed to get all that dust from the warehouse and all that spunk from the boys off her, but when she turned on the shower she wanted to cry. There was no hot water. There was only one answer and downstairs, in the kitchen, she was relieved to find warm water coming out by the sink. It wasn't ideal, but it would do. Filling the sink with hot soupy water, Alison used a flannel to wash herself. She didn't dare take off the sweatshirt; anyone could walk in to the shared kitchen cum living room at any time.

Feeling so much better, she bent forward and put her head under the tap. Squeezing out the excess water from her hair, a generous dollop of shampoo followed and was massaged into her scalp. Then she bent forward again to wash it out. That's when she was sure that someone was stood behind her. That someone was so close; she could feel their body heat against the back of her naked legs. Alison tensed.

'Is that you Saed?'

'Keep your head under the water and hold the taps with both hands! Do not let go until I tell you to!'

Unable to breathe, Alison's lower lip vanished between her teeth and she bit down hard.

It was Mike.

Alison's mind went blank, her stomach filled with butterflies and knees, suddenly weak, felt that they would no longer hold her up.

A hand moved and gripped a tap, then the other hand obeyed.

'Open your legs!'

Water cascaded down Alison's face. It filled her nose and mouth, but still she could not remove her hands or deny his demand. A foot lifted from the floor and moved. Then the other foot lifted and moved. Alison's ass, damp from being washed, clung to the sweatshirt, now raised considerably and stuck out from her bent position. She thought she would faint when she felt the sweatshirt rise, displaying her naked ass and placed delicately across her back. For moment after moment, nothing was said and nothing happened. She couldn't see him. She couldn't tell what he was doing until the heat from his face spread across her bum cheeks and she felt his nose rub against her pussy. He sniffed, breathing-in deeply and Alison shuddered when she felt his tongue slide across the entire length of her slit.

Hands, one on each bum cheek rose upward to her hips and to the sides of her stomach. They rose further still, pulling the sweatshirt up, higher, closer to her neck until hanging breasts fell free, on display and absolutely naked.

Heavy breathing, interspersed with gasps and groans of agony, turned into a tremble as legs weakened by the second. She was sure she would fall when she heard the sound of a zip being undone, quickly followed by the heat and hardness of flesh that could only be his erection rub along her backside and nudge at the entrance to her vagina.

Alison's eyes closed. Was he really going to fuck her in the kitchen? A place where anyone could find them? Unable to stop herself, Alison pushed back. His helmet, fat and hot, separated already sore and sticky labia and in an instant his head was inside, not far, but inside.

Hands gripped the taps so tightly that knuckles turned white and Alison braced herself ready to be fucked by the strange, unforgiving, unreadable and undeniable stranger that lived in the room at the end of the hall. Alison's disappointment was audible as he withdrew his erection and leaned over her frame, rubbing at her tits and whispering in her ear.

'Do you want me to fuck you?'

Still with that lip buried between teeth, Alison nodded in silence.

'Do you want me to make you cum?'

Another nod and a whimpered plea was all Alison could muster.

'Yes!'

He had covered her body with his. Hands roamed at will, pulling, tugging and flicking at nipples already surrendered. His prick was in the right place. Alison could feel the pressure against her pussy. One slight movement, one slight thrust and he would be inside her totally, completely buried up to the hilt. She wanted it. Reduced to nothing other than a receptacle to his wants, she pleaded.

'Please! Fuck me! Please!'

Instead of a push, instead of a forceful, all-powerful lunge that would fuck her body rigid, she felt his hand move back and fore. She didn't understand. What was he doing? Against the nakedness of her backside, Alison cringed in desperation as he wanked his shaft, his hand deliberately pushing against her own flesh so that she would know what he was doing.

For moment after moment, minute after minute, he stroked his own shaft against her skin. Alison had never known such agony, never had wanted anyone to fuck her as desperately as she wanted him to fuck her right now. She wanted to turn, wrap her legs around him, jump him and fuck him and make him cum inside her. Instead, she couldn't move. She found that she couldn't remove her hands from the taps because he had ordered her to keep them there until he said she could let go. She wanted the water cascading over her head to stop, but she couldn't move. She thought she would drown in agony.

It might have been five minutes, it might have been twenty, Alison had no idea how long he had kept her in torment and rubbed his own shaft, but his action was no longer smooth, no longer in a rhythm. His movement had become irregular, jerky and his breathing laboured. It was clear that he was close to cumming and then suddenly without warning he jerked, pushing, ramming his engorged, ready to cum erection inside Alison's vagina. She gripped even tighter, squirming at the unexpected suddenness of having her pussy filled and then she felt it. Jet after jet of forceful ejaculate filled her vagina. He didn't move. He didn't give her any chance to feel the pleasure of his generous foreskin move inside her. He didn't give her the chance to feel that she had been fucked, to reach climax or cum with her vaginal wall in spasm wrapped tightly around his shaft.

Alison wanted to howl until she heard the front door slam shut and Saed, after seeing that she wasn't in their room, call out her name.

Paralysed with fear, she thought that Mike would release her, remove himself, do something, anything, but quickly.

Saed was only seconds away from the kitchen when he withdrew and lowered the sweatshirt to hide her naked backside.

'Hi babe!' Saed offered, walking into the kitchen.

He eyed Mike for a moment.

'Mike!'

'Saed!'

'Babe, I just popped back to get a change of clothes! I'll be two or three hours! Do you need anything and why are you washing your hair in the sink?'

Still trembling, Alison could feel Mike's sperm gurgle and trickle its way from her pussy. She felt it run down the inside of her leg. Releasing her grip on the taps, she turned her head slightly.

'There's no hot water in the bathroom!'

Saed nodded.

'Okay babe! I'll see you later then!' Then he teased. 'Let's try and make it seven tonight!'

Alison stood in the kitchen dumbfounded and incapable of thought as she heard her boyfriend leave through the front door at the same moment a dollop of thick goo left her pussy and smashed onto the floor. As she looked at the pattern Mikes spunk made on the vinyl covered floor, another joined it and then another. How was she going to handle another fuck today, especially from the largest prick north of the River Thames?

She couldn't even look at Mike. Instead, she kept her gaze on the floor. He had turned her into minced meat. Every emotion she could possibly feel bubbled to the surface. All she could do was wait, unable to anticipate what would come next. All she knew was that her hair was wet, the water was soaking into the sweatshirt and that she could be a contender for a wet t-shirt competition.

'Would you like me to fuck you properly?'

Taking a sharp, nervous breath, Alison nodded.

'Would you like me to give some excitement? Make you cum when you least expect it? Would you like me to control you?'

It was too confusing. There were too many questions. How could she possibly make any decisions in this state?

All she could do was nod her complete and absolute subservient agreement.

This man, who until a few weeks ago she had never met, had some sort of hold over her. In his presence, she felt that she no longer had any say over her own life. Only he could make a decision for her.

'Look at me!'

Alison looked up. It was painful. She couldn't maintain eye contact. She felt pitiful, dominated and wanted only to obey.

'Every time we meet, you will show your pussy to me and prove that you have nothing inside it! When I have decided that I have had enough, I will tell you to cover up! You will not cover up until I say you can! When you are in my presence you will absolutely obey every word and you will call me Master!'

For a while he said nothing. Alison felt numb, shell-shocked, and unable to speak or move without his consent.

'Sit on the table!'

The command seemed to release the invisible shackles that rooted her to the spot and she moved, eyes diverting from his face to the dining room table, where she turned and hoisted herself up.

'Remove your clothes, lie back and spread your legs wide open!'

Convinced her mind would explode; Alison obeyed without question every word. The sweat shirt was dropped to the floor, her naked body fell back feeling the cold uncaring wood against her flesh and lifting both legs, feet rested on the table and knees separated as far as they would stretch.

He moved in, stepping closer, lowering his head, and zooming his attention on her cum sodden pussy. He poked and prodded. He grabbed flesh between fingers and thumbs and pulled folded flaps of skin apart. Against the pink softness of her vaginal passage, lumps of white and pungent sperm saturated and dotted here and there.

'You have something inside your pussy! Now you will pay the price! Do not move!'

Mike, now called Master in his presence, left the room, but came back with rope, which he quickly tied around Alison's wrists, pulling hard, stretching her arms way over her head and held there in an unmovable knot. The same happened to each ankle. Alison, tits thrust upward and her pussy unprotected was held in place, captured and at his mercy until he tired of her. In his hand, another piece of rope swirled around and around. He bent forward.

'If you are good! If you obey! If you do not make a sound, then one day you will have your wish and I will fuck you!'

Alison's eyes bulged at the sight of the rope. It felt that it all happened in slow motion as the end crashed across her chest, bruising both tits at the same time. The pain was immense. The temptation to scream out her agony was irresistible, but no sound came as the rope, targeted at her nipples, repeatedly struck home.

With each lashing, Alison felt a ripple effect take place. The pain experienced by her nipples shot down into her stomach and was propelled into her vagina. It needed an escape, choosing a clitoris already excited and overworked in the last twenty-four hours. Alison's clitoris throbbed with every lash of the rope.

The pain turned into pleasure. Each lashing, each time the rope smashed into delicate flesh, Alison whimpered, not in pain, but in ecstasy.

It only needed to happen once. He only needed to do it one time. When his attention turned away from her tits and those hapless nipples, to that clitoris, and the rope smashed into her vagina with incredible accuracy, speed and skin ripping aggression, Alison's body went suddenly rigid, as an orgasm, equally as strong as the strongest orgasm she had ever felt took over her body, pulsing, throbbing, pumping every vein in time with each spasm. Repeated, unrelenting lashes, maintained and forced that orgasm to last and last.

So exhausted, Alison didn't notice at first that she had been released from her bonds, but leapt to her feet when she heard the order.

'Kneel in front of me!'

Within a second, Alison was fully on her knees, her mouth level with his semi-erection.

'Lick it clean!'

Alison's mouth opened wide. She took him, all of him into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth.

He seemed to get angry. The rope fell, smashing into her shoulder.

'I said lick!'

A tongue, small, pink and active, licked at his length, licking this side and that side.

'Do you want me to fuck you?'

A tingle swept through her body. She nodded.

'Will you show me your pussy every time we meet?'

Alison gasped. Just the thought made her clitoris throb. She nodded.

'Will you call me Master and do anything I tell you to do?'

Like an aftershock from a major earthquake, a mini orgasm pulsed its way from that swollen, angry clitoris. Alison Gasped, nodding her full agreement.

'Let me hear it!'

'Yes Master! I will show you my pussy and will do anything you tell me to do!'

Without another word, Mike turned and left leaving Alison on her knees completely naked, shocked, speechless and unable to move.

Alison held her head in her hands.

'What the hell is going on?'