If you asked the five
people in the room, ‘What does the Peon Estate mean to you?’ you would probably
hear five different answers.
Master Peter, owner and
Master of the estate, would claim to have found the perfect career. He had developed his slave training
enterprise over the past ten years into a very profitable multi million pound
He was laying face up and
naked on his bed, enjoying the rhythmic undulations of the equally naked slave
girl impaled upon his penis.
Slave Girl number one, her
name is unimportant, would ask, ‘Why me?’
She had been delivered to the estate for training, drugged and confused
she had awoken to find herself in a strange place and suffering all kinds of
pain and, yes it had to be said, pleasure.
Mostly forced and unwanted pleasure but even so …
Mister Justin, a qualified
slave trainer, would for the most part agree with Master Peter. He too was enjoying substantial financial benefit
from the continuing growth of the business.
As a young man still in his twenties, he was also enjoying having an
unlimited number of beautiful, young and eager to please, naked slave girls
fighting each other, sometimes literally, for the honour of sucking or fucking
The last two people
present would not have answered at all.
These two slave girls were deeply engrossed in a demonstration of their
cunnilingus skills. Their heads were
buried between each other’s thighs and their tongues were very busily engaged
on far more important matters than answering some damn fool question.
Slave girls two and three
had failed to show sufficient enthusiasm when ordered to satisfy one of the
many female guests staying at the estate.
They had naturally been severely punished but they had also endured
three weeks of specialized coaching from the staff. The vivid red marks of this specialized
coaching could still be clearly seen all over their nubile young bodies.
They now had to prove to
Master Peter that they had learned their lesson by putting on a show for him.
Mister Justin, whip in
hand, stood close by to administer any encouragement the two desperate slaves
may need. The girls were striving to
succeed because the price of failing again, especially during a presentation
before the Master of the estate, was too horrifying to contemplate. Yet they both knew that when the
demonstration was over they would have to compete against each other and there
could only be one winner, the loser’ despite having given everything’ would
suffer the penalty for being second best.
Master Peter was too
preoccupied with his own pleasure to take any notice of the other two
slaves. They were hungrily slurping at
each other in a bid to please the Master and he could not even be bothered to
watch them. It made no difference if he
should choose to glance in their direction, both girls knew they had to be seen
to be giving their best. And in any
event, Mister Justin was swishing his training whip through the air,
instigating renewed effort from his writhing charges.
On the bed, the Master had
ordered his slave to stop. She sat
astride him with his stiff manhood buried to the hilt in her pussy, hands
behind her head as she thrust out her chest for his attention. She gritted her teeth and let out a long slow
hissing breath as the first flesh-crushing nipple clamp was applied. He had selected the vice-type clamp and was hastily
screwing the plates together, tighter and tighter until her pink bud was sorely
squashed almost flat. He repeated the
same on her other breast and then attached one small lead weight to each
clamp. The weights dangled from slim
silver chains, each four inches long, when the slave girl moved they would
swing, when she moved quickly up and down on him the weights would actually
jump and fall heavily, torturing her nipples at every movement.
“Fuck me,” Master Peter
The muscles on her thighs
twitched and corded as she began her sensuous sliding up and down his pole. She moved carefully, trying to prevent the
tugging weights from gathering too much momentum. Master Peter casually reached for his little
dog whip, it was a small weapon but one which he often used to encourage his
girls. It was particularly effective when used on tender breast or pussy
flesh. He could break the skin with it
if he so desired but more usually he just used it to improve a slave girl’s
performance. It wasn’t a punishment tool it was designed to be used often and
with great accuracy.
She saw his hand grasp the
weapon and increased her pace. He prodded her bouncing breasts with its handle
as a reminder to the girl that it was ready for immediate use.
She needed no such
reminder and squeezed his prick as hard as she could with her vaginal muscles. He responded with a grin and a series of
sharp upward thrusts of his hips.
Across the room, the two
slave girls were warming up. Their
whimpers and the occasional girlish squeal advertised their increasing arousal.
Slave number two received a sharp swipe from Mister Justin, as in her
excitement she had clamped her thighs around the other girl’s head, thus
robbing the audience of a good view. She snapped her upper leg back into a wide
When both girls’ thighs
were shaking, and their oohs and ahs had become
almost constant, Mister Justin ordered them apart. They left each other with a groan of
disappointment. They thought they were
about to climax and had been stopped at the last moment. That was bad enough,
but it also meant they would have to start all over again. Mister Justin threw each slave girl a plastic
bag full of ice. They did not need any
further instructions and their squeals as the ice was pushed firmly against
their puffy red lower lips almost put Master Peter off his stride.
Slave girl One, was riding
the Master as fast as she could, all thoughts of protecting her nipples from
the agonizing weights were forgotten; she was sure he was close to shooting his
sperm deep inside her. Her breasts
bounced wildly and her chest heaved with the effort of her body to please her
Master. Her eyes were closed, nature was
beginning to override her own reactions to the frenzied fucking and her pussy
dripped with her juices and squelching sounds accompanied every downward motion
of her hips.
She was startled by the
sudden crack of his whip as he applied several vicious strokes across her
tits. She looked quizzically at him,
surprised at being stopped when he was so near to his climax.