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After all the prescribed exercises, Elaine got on the Stairmaster for another thirty minutes then did another thirty minutes of yoga as a cool down. She felt good as she finished and headed to her rooms to get cleaned up for lunch, all her muscles had the pleasant burn of a good workout.
Elaine showered and when she got out she found Anna had brought her lunch upstairs and left it on her table. Elaine was a little disappointed, she liked eating downstairs where the space was bigger and it felt a little less like a prison. But it was a BLT and a Caesar salad so she was not going to complain. Anna had even given her a beer, a nice gesture, Elaine thought. Roy always kept a few bottles of wine in her rooms, but beer was a nice change of pace and Anna controlled the beer supply.
Elaine ate, cleaned the dishes and lay down for a nap. She had slept well yesterday, recovering nicely from her long night with Roy and Hunter, but she knew she was going to need her strength for today. She was dreaming of being in a room full of men in dark masks, each of them waiting for their turn with her, when the intercom woke her up. Roy summoned her down to his office. She checked her hair, adjusted her collar then hurried down naked on bare feet to her owner's office.
As she headed down to Roy, Elaine thought about her collar wondered how did Anna choose them? It did not seem based on days of the week or any other system Elaine could determine. This was a small, thin leather one with a leash hook in the front, but no other hooks or attachments. Some were quite thick and, with the exception of the one she wore with Roy and Hunter, all were either metal or leather. Why not something soft and smooth? Since it was the only clothing she wore around the house, she took a special interest in her collar. Black leather or silver metal, not much else. Cuffs were something else on which she had become something of an expert. Padding was definitely important, bare metal hurt if she pulled on it too much or if it was too tight. There was something nice about the pain sometimes, another reminder of her slavery, but usually it was a distraction from what was being done to her elsewhere. Band cuffs were nice, they held her without being painful. When she was starting out exploring bondage with Amanda, they sometimes used ones that Elaine could open herself if she needed. It seemed so innocent to Elaine now, they were just playing. Now, once she was cuffed she was not getting out unless someone else let her.
She rapped lightly on the door and an older man opened it. Elaine was immediately struck by how handsome he was. She guessed he was in his fifties with salt and pepper hair, thinning at the corners but full elsewhere. He had chiseled features, piercing blue eyes and a clean shaven face that smiled warmly at her as he opened the door. He was about 5'10" tall with a strong, slim build and was dressed exquisitely. He looked like he just got out of a board meeting, even his tie was still tied perfectly (Elaine had taken quite an interest in knots lately). He took her hand and led her into the room.
"She is lovely, Roy," he said as he looked over Elaine. Elaine naturally reasoned that any man Roy introduced her to was going to have sex with her and the idea of this man inside her was actually quite pleasant. If he was going to be the first of the day, it would be a good start. "Turn around, dear," he instructed Elaine. Elaine turned around in a circle, displaying her naked body for him. "Exquisite," he said to Roy, who was sitting by his desk. "I am tempted to arrange an accident for you just to get her. I assume she fucks as good as she looks?"
"Better," Roy answered, "she is passive and submissive but her body is amazingly responsive. You should have seen her cum the first time I raped her. Hunter and I dp'ed her the other night and I thought she was going to explode. And the way she feels when you're inside her is, well, words do not do the experience justice. Let's just say 'orgasmic' is a good starting point." He sat down and the other man did as well. Elaine noted that he sat in the chair Roy had fucked her on yesterday. "Slave, make us some drinks," he ordered Elaine. "Greg, bourbon?"
"Of course," the other man, Elaine assumed he was Greg, answered.
"In the cabinet over there, slave," Roy gestured at a cabinet in the wall. "Make one for yourself, too."
"Yes, Master," Elaine responded. Both men watched her as she walked over to make their drinks.
"What a perfect ass," Greg commented.
"And it is amazing to be inside it," Roy said with a smile. "Elaine, this is Greg," Roy said as an introduction when she returned with the drinks, Elaine knew to give the men their drinks first. "Greg was my mother's third?" he looked at Greg and Greg nodded, "husband. He is the one who introduced me to the Association and has been a good friend and mentor over the years. And, if I die, he gets you. You would not be his first or only slave."
"That's right," Greg patted his lap for Elaine to sit down. She obligingly sat on his lap, aware that her sore pussy was wet with the thought of Greg having her. Greg caressed her thigh as she leaned back into him. "I have Jane right now," he said as he sipped his drink, "a lovely little auburn haired things, but she does not really excite me at the moment. The sex is becoming routine, that's barely acceptable with a wife and not at all with a slave. I'm looking for a buyer at the moment, but then I'd have to find a replacement." Greg reached up and began playing with Elaine's breasts. Elaine sighed happily as he rubbed her nipples.
"Told you she was a live one," Roy said. "Slave, kiss Greg."
"Yes, Master," she turned her head, parted her lips slightly and moved her face to Greg's. Their mouths met, his kiss was gentle and exploring. It lingered, growing more insistent, firmer the longer the kiss lasted. Elaine lost herself in it and her hands wrapped around his shoulders.
Greg turned to Roy. "May I?" he asked.
"Of course," Roy answered. "She may be a little sore from the other night, but you can gag her if she screams too much."
Greg lightly smacked Elaine on her butt. "Get up," he told her.
"Yes, sir," Elaine obediently stood, waiting to be taken by him.
Greg stood up and began undressing. He carefully folded his pants and set them across the back of a chair, his shirt on top of that. Elaine looked at his body, lean and wiry with greying chest hair and a couple of round scars on one of his shoulders. He slipped off his boxers, a large, thick cock bobbed in front of him.
"Condom?" Greg asked Roy.
"Not necessary, but cum in her mouth," Roy answered, "I don't want her messy for later."
Greg held the tie in his hands and looked at Elaine.
"Do you like being tied up, slave?" he asked her.
"Yes, sir," Elaine answered.
"Wrists," Greg barked at her. Elaine put her wrists forward and Greg tied them together with his tie. Elaine looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes, anxious, ready. Greg began caressing her, exploring her body with his hands. He started with her neck and shoulders, tracing the line of her neck, looping his finger beneath her collar. He traced her collarbone, sliding his hands down to cup her breasts, playing with her nipples. Elaine closed her eyes and lost herself in his touch. he rubbed his hands on her back, her flat stomach. He got on his knees behind her and kissed her perfect ass while his hands moved up and down her sexy legs.
"Nice brand," he complimented Roy. He touched the flesh around it. "Good job for your first time."
"Thanks, Greg," Roy answered. He enjoyed watching his slave like this. He could tell from her breathing and her color that she was getting into this, she would cum for Greg, he had no doubt about that. She was so responsive, so eager. Roy smiled as Elaine jumped when Greg slid a finger into her slit. She had been fucked hard and long the other night, but was still ready for more.
"Nice pussy," Greg said as his fingers explored her. "Turn around, slave. I want to taste you."
"Yes, sir," Elaine turned and spread her legs a little more, offering her crotch to him. Greg grabbed her butt cheeks, carefully avoiding the fresh brand and pulled her to his face. Elaine squirmed with delight as he licked her slit from bottom to top.
"Very nice," Greg complimented. He kissed each thigh and snaked his tongue into her navel. "Amazing view from down here. I bet you spend a lot of time down here."
"Some," Roy, "but it's more fun to fuck her. She is pretty spectacular at eating pussy herself."
Greg licked her again, Elaine wanted to cum, if he kept it up for another minute she could.
"Is that true, slave?" Greg asked. "Are you good at eating pussy?"
"Yes, sir," Elaine moaned.
"Would you like to eat my slave's pussy?" Greg asked and slowly licked her again.
"Oh, yes sir," she answered.
"Elaine has thing for redheads," Roy chimed in. "Amanda taught her how to please a woman."
"She is a good teacher," Greg said. He licked her once more then stood up. "Go to the desk and bend over it, slave," he told Elaine.
"Yes, sir," Elaine was a little disappointed that she was not going to cum yet, but happy that he would be fucking her soon. She remembered how sore she was, but that was not going to stop anyone. She took a few steps to the desk and bent over, laying her chest against the wooden top. She shifted so her legs were spread and put her bound hands above her head. She felt a cool breeze on her wet pussy and waited for Greg.
Greg savored the view for a minute. He did not share the belief of many Association members that all women were inherently slaves, but he did believe that many were. Elaine was definitely a slave, she had to be owned. Looking at her beautiful body bent over, spread and waiting for him he knew that anything other than complete subjugation would leave her wanting. He picked up his drink and sipped it, enjoying making Elaine wait for him. To her credit, she did not complain, the only sign of her impatience was when she wiggled her butt seductively at him. Greg and Roy smiled at each other, appreciating a good slave ready to be used.
Greg was ready now. He set his drink down beside her and stepped behind her. He got a firm grip on her collar, pushing her down with one hand while the other guided his cock to her cunt. He knew she was sore and wanted to see how she reacted to getting hurt so he rammed deeply into her with one massive thrust. Elaine screamed in pain and only Greg's hold on her collar kept her in place. Greg fucked Elaine hard, punishing her still sore pussy. She screamed out, but could do nothing but take it. Her body, despite the pain, was getting what it craved and an orgasm soon overwhelmed the discomfort. Greg felt her cum around his cock and smiled, she was a natural. He was almost ready to cum, too. He slid out of her pussy and pulled her around by her hair then shoved his cock into her mouth. Elaine obediently opened up and took it in, tasting herself on his shaft as he pushed into her throat. She kept her eyes closed as he finished in her mouth, swallowing his cum as he climaxed inside her.
When Greg pulled out of her, he helped her to her feet. "Thank you, sir," Elaine said dutifully. Greg untied her hands and began to get dressed.
"Slave," Roy said to her, "Greg and I have much to do today. Go to your rooms and wait to be summoned. Eat well and get some rest, you will have a busy night tonight."
"Yes, Master," she kissed Roy lightly, gave Greg a quick kiss too, then went back to her rooms.
The day was full of activity. From her room, Elaine watched as a flatbed truck half loaded with bales of hay was backed into the garage. She was kind of surprised it fit, but having been on the receiving end of big things in small openings she knew Roy could make it work. One of the old Suburbans pulled up after it and two more men walked into the garage. After an hour or so, the flatbed pulled back out, this time the bed was full of hay, neatly stacked. She tried to get a good look at the men, but none of them stayed outside for very long. Whatever they were doing, it was obvious they did not want to be seen doing it.
Elaine tried to sleep, but she was too worried and excited to do anything but lay down in bed. She tried to imagine the men using her, holding her down while they took turns on her. Scared and excited, too aroused to sleep Elaine just stared at the ceiling for a couple of hours. The sun began setting behind the mountains and Elaine waited.
The door opened. Anna walked in, dangling a leash from her hand and carrying a set of cuffs in the other. They were not the usual handcuffs, but four that could be attached to each other or the loops that seemed to be everywhere in this house.
"Elaine, come," Anna barked. Elaine disentangled herself from her sheets and walked to Anna, keeping her eyes on the floor. The tall blonde woman put the cuffs on Elaine's unresisting wrists and ankles then hooked her wrists together. She hooked the leash to Elaine's collar, give it a sharp tug and the two of them left the room.
Anna led Elaine down the stairs to the bedroom floor. Anna briefly told her about the men who would be with her tonight. She described them with a evil edge to her voice, glad of what Elaine would be subjected to tonight. All Elaine could do was follow Anna to whatever awaited her. Anna led her past the bedrooms and to the grand staircase that led from the bedrooms to the vaulted living room. Anna was going to make a dramatic entrance: leading the collared, bound and naked slave down to the room full of horny men.
The conversation in the room came to a sudden halt as the men saw Elaine. All eyes were on her beautiful, helpless body as Anna led her down. Elaine briefly looked over the crowd. Roy and Greg were by the fireplace, sipping on bourbon. Greg finished a cigarette and tossed the butt into the empty fireplace. Greg was in jeans and a t-shirt now, Roy in a pair of cargo pants and a denim work shirt. Both looked sweaty and worked, but their eyes lit up when they saw Elaine.
Sitting on the couch were two men. Anna had identified them for Elaine. One was Leon, one of Hunter's security crew. Leon was about 40, 6' tall with the muscular shoulders and a bit of a gut. His long blonde, almost white, hair was tied into a pony tail and set off his brown eyes nicely. He had a mustache and short full beard that were neatly trimmed, but could use a comb. He was tattooed, Elaine could not make any out from up here, but they seemed to be all different sizes, shapes and colors.
Next to him was Freddie Eel. Anna said that he was the "fixer", he had contacts to get whatever it was they were selling and he knew how to launder the money when they were done. Elaine thought he looked like a short Kevin McHale from the old Boston Celtics, her father had been a big fan and her brother had a poster of the player in his room. Freddie had a prominent nose that seemed to blend in as well as anything could with the rest of his face. It was not that he was unattractive, he was just kind of plain and nondescript. He had straight black hair in a boring cut that fell below his ears and to his eyebrows but stayed above his collar. He was clean shaven without a hint of stubble, except for one little patch on his left jawline where he had missed while shaving. His clothes were clean, but not high end, (Elaine recognized his slacks from Target), and a little wrinkled. He seemed to always need to tuck in part of his shirt or straighten his collar. No tie, no tattoos and only an onyx ring on his left pinkie. His eyes were so dark as to be nearly black and when they focused on Elaine she felt that he was appraising her, finding her value to the penny and what he could get for her.
The last man was standing in front of the couch. It was obvious he had been trying to tell a story that neither Freddie nor Leon was particularly interested in hearing and was annoyed when the attention of the room turned to Elaine. But even he had to stop and stare. Anna had warned Elaine about him, his name was Dwell Faber, but everyone called him Faybio in mock tribute to the romance novel cover model. He was another member of Hunter's security crew. Anna had described him as a "puffed up, self important wannabe Alpha male". He was in his early 30s, and looked like he spent a lot of time in the gym body sculpting. By now Elaine recognized what strength looked like; Faybio had tone without strength. His shirt was open, revealing the sculpted pecs and a complete and total lack of any body hair; Leon and Freddie made it an obvious point to look away. His hair was long and brown, wavy and tied back into a ponytail and had the unmistakable signs of hair jell. In a room full of men who gave their appearances the briefest concerns, Faybio stood out as a vain man, someone who aspired to the true masculinity that the others had without trying.
Lastly, Elaine saw where she would be. There was something that could best be described as a sawhorse with a long padded leather seat on top. The legs of the sawhorse were a little wider than typical, the seat a little lower. Her eyes took it in, there were loops on the four legs, perfect for bending her over it and securing her, spread and ready to be used. She noted that the top was about as long as her torso, if her arms and legs were secured to the legs her ass would be just beyond one end, her head and neck past the other. She wanted to turn around and run back to her room, but she knew that there was no safety, no place to hide. She would be found, punished then tied to that thing and used all night long. She took a deep breath and followed Anna down.
Anna took her to Roy, handed him the leash and returned to the kitchen.
"This is Elaine. She is my slave. I am going to share her with all of you tonight," Roy said, pulling Elaine beside him. Roy pointed to the sawhorse. "We'll get her secured to that in a minute. Ass, mouth, pussy are all available. Do wear a condom please so no one has to take sloppy seconds, or thirds, or whatever." There was a chuckle then Roy continued, "there will be two bags, Elaine will offer you the first bag. Pull out a number from the first bag and that is what order you will get her. When it's your turn, pull a chip out of the second bag, that will tell you where you get to fuck her. There are five chips in the second bag: two pussy, one mouth, and two ass. Here's how it works: let's say you pull a three from the first bag and a pussy chip from the second. That means you go third and you get to fuck her pussy. Any questions so far?" Roy asked and looked around.
"After everyone has their turn," he continued, "we will have a second drawing. Everyone will write their name on a chip. Elaine will draw a name, whoever she draws will get to take her up to his guest room and have her for the rest of the night. No restrictions, just leave her in one piece." There was more chuckling all around. "And don't mess up the brand."
