Enrique was clearly not a poor man. The Mediterranean style villa had a beautiful
view of the beach, as well as a large, private inner courtyard with a small, square pool
and fountain in its midst. Kate woke in the middle of an enormous four-poster bed.
With her hands bound behind her back.
She moaned weakly, eyes fluttering, not understanding, at first, where she was, or
how she had gotten there.
She rolled over, and slowly sat up, groaning, taking in her surroundings. She
remembered the previous night, and her face flushed as she felt waves of indignation,
embarrassment and a dark sexual thrill. She had never thought to have such wild carnal
experiences! Not ever! She blushed even more deeply as she recalled the feel of Elena's
mouth on her sex. Then her pussy throbbed as she remembered, despite a sense of outraged
embarrassment, Marco thrusting into her from behind as she sucked Enrique's cock.
It was insane! She didn't do things like this! She just didn't!
But it had been so wild, so intense! It was the kind of memory she would hold until
her dying day! The kind of memory she had feared she would never have, the kind of wild
experience she had long denied herself.
She got out of bed and swayed a little, her wrists pulling against whatever
restrained them. A huge, heavy dresser contained an enormous mirror, and she stared at
herself dazedly, then turned, curling her neck back to see her wrists bound neatly by a
pair of leather restraints.
“God!” she moaned.
Even after that wild time at the beach, when Enrique had gotten her home there had
been more.
She blushed anew as she fuzzily remembered begging him to fuck her.
“Enrique!?”
There was no answer. She looked out the window through trees and brush to the
beach, then went to the door, turned her back to it, and opened it. She turned again and
walked out into a hall, then gasped and almost ducked back inside. There was no hall,
really. Instead it was a large, wide portico, of sorts, overlooking the inner courtyard
and pool. She swallowed anxiously, noting the stairs leading down, then called his name
again.
There was no answer. She struggled with her wrists, and went back inside, then came
back out and walked anxiously, hesitantly to the stairs, and then slowly down them. She
reached the courtyard, her head swiveling from side to side.
“Where the fuck is he?” she growled.
She turned towards a double pair of glass paneled doors just as one opened and a
middle aged woman in a black and white uniform appeared. Katie froze, mortified and
speechless. She wanted to turn and run madly away, but the thought of that was even more
embarrassing!
“I-Is Enrique here?” she stuttered, red faced.
The woman looked at her and then gave her a snort and said something over her
shoulder – in Portuguese. Another woman appeared, similarly dressed, and Katie's
humiliation redoubled. The two were stout, if not exactly fat, heavy women in their
forties, clearly maids of some sort. Katie was frozen with embarrassment, squirming inside
as the two discussed her.
One gripped her arm, turning her as they examined the leather restraints.
Katie wondered if it was possible to actually die of embarrassment!
One of the women said something to her, in the tone of an adult talking to a child,
but Katie, of course, couldn't understand a word of it. Then each of them took one of her
arms and they led her across the courtyard towards another door.
“W-wait!” she gasped. “Cou- would you please undo this?”
It was hard to talk at all, her embarrassment was so deep and intense, and she
wasn't even sure the women understood English. They were both shortish, if stout, their
heads below her shoulders, but they had strong brown hands and arms and she didn't really
resist much, having no place better to go than wherever they were taking her.
As it turned out, their destination was a sort of laundry room, with tiled floor,
tubs and washing and drying machines, as well as stacks of laundry.
There was also a metal tub to one side, and one of the women pulled that over, then
began to fill it with water from a hose. Katie didn't understand, and kept trying to
thrust her arms out to indicate she wanted the restraints removed.
“Enrique?” she asked timidly, “Can you ask Enrique...”
They took her arms and forced her to stand in the tub.
“I don't... please I want... don't... Enrique. I want Enrique!”
They forced her down so she was sitting on her heels in the tub as the water rose
around her.
“Stop! Don't! Please! Don't! Let me – stop it!”
They ignored her, placid expressions on their faces as they poured warm water over
her, pushing her down, forcing her to sit, then soaping her up.
Was this a custom or something down here, she wondered frantically, squirming and
twisting in their grasp. Yet they acted as though she were a squirming child, and calmly
held her in place as they soaped up her body, their hands moving over her breasts with a
casualness which shocked and confused her. Then soap was poured over her hair and she had
to close her eyes as shampoo trickled down around her face.
Fingers scrubbed at her hair as other hands slid beneath her arms, and then down –
between her legs.
She yelped and squirmed and twisted, but could not even open her eyes as she was
held in place. The touch was intimate but not sexual as she was scrubbed all the way down
to her feet.
The women chatted as they scrubbed her, their voices idle, sometimes amused, quite
casual, as if they did this sort of thing all the time.
They rinsed her off, then helped her stand and step out of the tub. They toweled
her down and had her sit in a stool, then one of them brushed out her hair. A modern
enough hair dryer was produced and her hair was neatly brushed down and aside until dry.
Then the pair took her arms and lifted her to her feet again. One led her out of
the room while the other stayed behind, apparently to clean up.
“Enrique?” she asked anxiously.
The woman snorted and ignored her, leading her back across the courtyard, then in
through another door into an enormous room with a thick red carpet and antique looking
red, gold and black furniture. She brought her over next to a large, stuffed, high-backed
chair, and then pushed down on her shoulders, not sitting her in the chair but forcing her
to kneel before it, sitting on her heels.
The woman considered her a moment, said something in Portuguese, then thrust a foot
between her thighs and forced them further apart. She said something else, then gave a
little tug on Katie's hair at the back, forcing her to straighten her back. Then she said
something else, evidently satisfied, pointed a stern finger at her, and turned and left
the room.
What the hell was going on!?
At least her head felt clearer. She'd been so focused on one shock after another
she'd had no time to even think about it!
Her wrists were still restrained, and she still didn't see any sign of – .
He walked into the room and she felt a wild sense of relief.
“Enrique!”
“My lovely little slut,” he said with a broad grin as she sprang to her feet.
“I'm not your slut! Take this off!” she demanded.
He chuckled and kissed her, then sat in the high-backed chair and pulled her,
squirming, onto his lap.
“I'm sorry I wasn't there when you wakened, my puta,” he said, stroking her hair.
“I'm not a – .
He kissed her softly, but passionately, gripping her hair, his other hand on her
hips.
The kiss was long and deep, and her squirming eased as she felt a profound sense of
relief taking hold. Whatever had happened, it was over, and she was safe now, back on
semi-familiar territory.
“Enrique!” she moaned as he pulled her head up and back to bow her back.
His lips suckled at her erect nipple, and his hand slid between her legs, fingers
stroking along her slit, over her clit.
“Enrique, stop!”
He chuckled again, and she felt her hips flinch, buck, as his finger slid into her.
She was wet, despite herself, and moaned again as his finger pushed deep and his thumb
stroked against her clit.
“Enrique, noooo!” she moaned. “People... those women... your servants...”
“They are from my village, you see,” he said, teeth nipping at her flesh. “They
have a very old culture, a very old sense of the duties of men and women.”
His teeth caught her swollen nipple, and bit... and bit harder.
“Oh! Oh! Oh-oh-oh! Enrique! Oh! Don't! Stop!” she gasped, squirming and twisting.
He chuckled and his teeth drew back, his lips soothing and massaging her flesh as
his tongue caressed her.
A second finger slid into her.
“The master of the house, you see, is like a king to them.”
She squirmed as his fingers slid in and out.
“They probably see you as my prisoner, a foreign princess who is now my slave
girl,” he said in a teasing voice.
He pulled her around to face him, so she was straddling his chair, and unzipped his
trousers. His cock was hard and warm as he rubbed it along her belly.
“Rise, slave girl,” he said with a grin.
She moaned and then gasped as he pulled on her hair, rising up. Then she sank down,
shuddering as his stiff cock slid up into her belly.
“Oh! Oh God! Oh God, Enrique!' she gasped as the heat flooded her mind.
“Yes, call me a God,” he said with a smirk. “I am your God, slave girl. Ride your
God's cock.”
His hands gripped her bottom, lifting her up, and she groaned and started riding
him. His mouth moved to her breast and she whimpered and moaned, riding faster, harder,
gasping, panting, the wild heat burning inside her as she took his cock deep again and
again.
This was insane! But sexual tension pulsed within her so she couldn't keep still,
couldn't control herself, and she rode him frantically as he sucked and chewed on her
breasts.
He slapped at her bottom, making her yelp and moan, but she didn't protest. There
was something hot and wild and carnal about it, and the sharp, stinging blows lent a wild,
hot edge to her hunger and lust.
She came, shuddering, arching, riding him for all she was worth, crying out as the
orgasm took hold and enveloped her body in a shattering, crackling cloud of wild, sensory
heat.
Then she collapsed against him, gasping for breath. He leaned forward, his hands on
her bottom, and slid forward onto the floor on his knees, then laid her back and pushed
her legs back as he continued to thrust down into her hard and deep. She grunted and
moaned beneath him, feeling his cock's entry with a sense of dark lust and delight,
despite being in the afterglow of orgasm.
He came inside her and groaned, then slowly let her legs back down and
straightened.
“Ahh, my beautiful little slave girl,” he sighed.
He left her laying there, chest heaving, recovering, then returned to kneel beside
her. She had no idea what he was doing at first. He pressed something against her mouth,
and she opened it automatically, before even looking. It was something rubbery, and she
felt a sense of confusion as she saw it was a ball of some sort. He pushed harder, and her
mouth opened wider as it slid in, filling her mouth from top to bottom. It had a strap
attached, and she realized it was some sort of gag as he pulled it around her head and
buckled it.
“Enrique!” she tried to say.
He chuckled and then produced a thin belt, or she thought it was. He wrapped it
around her slender throat and buckled it, and she realized with a sense of dreadful
certainty, anxiety and dark, crackling excitement, that it was a collar.
“Now, sit up, my slave girl.”
She moaned in protest, but let him help her to her knees and sit her back on her
heels. Just as the maid had done he spread her knees wider, and tugged on her hair to
straighten her back.
“You are so beautiful like that, so erotic,” he said as he stood back to look down
at her.
She gave him a significant look, glaring and he laughed again.
“Don't worry, my slave girl, this game will please you.”
He gripped her collar and pulled her forward and down, bending her, bringing her
chest down against the floor.
“Keep your bottom raised, slave girl,” he ordered.
He slapped her bottom lightly and she moaned and obeyed. He knelt beside her, and
she felt his hand on her bottom, then his fingers at her opening. There was something
slippery on them as they prodded against her back opening, and slowly pushed into her.
Katie squirmed both mentally and bodily, her eyes rolling towards the glass doors,
and the courtyard visible outside. What if one of those maids showed up again!?
He slapped her bottom more sharply. “Hold still, slave,” he said sternly.
Something wider than a finger pushed against her sphincter, and it got wider the
more it pushed into her. She groaned as it spread her rosebud wider and wider, and she
began to squirm again as it moved deeper. Then it abruptly narrowed again and her
sphincter closed – or at least, it almost closed.
“It is just a butt-plug,” he said. “To open you up more so that when I want to use
your bottom it will be ready.”
The arrogance of the statement took her breath away for a moment, but it also made
her pussy throb.
Then she felt something pushing against her pussy. This one was differently shaped,
however, wider right from the start. She groaned as it slid in, and pushed deeper – and
deeper still. It was a dildo of some sort, and he pumped it in and out slowly as he held
her bent over, face against the floor.
“Hold still,” he ordered, slapping her bottom when she squirmed.
She yelped but obeyed as he pushed it deeper, uncomfortably deep.
Then he rose, put his arms under her, and lifted her into the air, laying her
belly-down across his lap as he sat down on one of the long, antique sofas.
“You have to remember that we are not as gripped by the sense of equality as you
nortamericanos,” he said as his hands caressed her body. “Women and men have definite
roles here, and the one of the man is one of command, of strength, of firmness.”
He slapped her bottom and she yelped. “The role of the woman is obedience,” he
said.
She would have said that the women she'd met did not look all that obedient, but
could say nothing with the gag in her mouth.
A vibrator came on, and she moaned and shook her head as it played against her
clit. She squirmed and twisted, and he slapped her buttocks.
“You are my sex slave,” he said in amusement, as her hips began to roll helplessly
up at him.
He pumped the dildo in her pussy, pushing and twisting it deep, then fingered her
swollen clit before slapping her bottom again.
Katie's nipples were aching as she ground her breasts below her into the rough
fabric of the sofa. Her pulse was racing and her body flaming as Enrique's expert fingers
roused her to heights of burning, feverish need.
Then she froze at a female voice.
Enrique answered, his hand resting casually on her bottom as one of the maids
entered. Katie turned her face away, blushing furiously as Enrique discussed something
with the woman. Then the woman left and Enrique returned to caressing her body. She grew
angry, and jerked her head, twisting, trying to pull free, but he simply ignored her,
playing the vibrator across her clitoris again until the pulsing heat washed away her
anger.
Frustrated, she lay still, panting, cursing under her breath, pulling against the
restraints as he caressed her body.
“One grows used to servants,” he said. “Mine are loyal family retainers of many
years, and will not speak about what they see here.”
Katherine doubted that, and even if they didn't she felt a sense of humiliation at
being seen like this by them. It faded slowly as he continued to caress and massage and
manipulate her body, and the heat rose again so that her hips were again squirming and
twisting and she was grinding herself back against him. He pumped the dildo and caressed
her clit, and roused her to a desperate need.
Then he plucked an ice cube from his drink and rubbed it along her burning mons.
She squealed and tried to twist away, to no avail. He chuckled as he doused her
heat, then put the iced cube back and began to rouse her once again.
“Such a naughty little slave girl,” he purred, slapping her bottom. “You definitely
need a spanking.”
No she didn't, Katie thought, twisting helplessly.
But she got one, regardless.
She yelped and twisted and moaned and cursed as his hand cracked down against her
bottom repeatedly. But he kept interrupting it to caress her clit and play the vibrator
across it. It hurt. And the pain grew worse. Her bottom was soon flaming! And yet the wild
heat within her lower belly did not diminish. If anything, it got worse.
It was all so surreal! So unbelievable!
Then she lost herself to the wildness, feverishly grinding herself back against the
pumping dildo and buzzing vibrator as he slapped her bottom hard and fast. She felt the
dark heat swirling and churning in her mind, felt an orgasm rising powerfully to envelope
her.
He stopped, and she moaned and whimpered as he lifted her off his lap and set her
on her knees on the floor.
He unlocked her wrist restraint, finally, and then jerked on her collar.
“On all fours,” he growled.
She gulped in air, chest heaving, and obeyed, trembling on hands and knees as he
kneaded her breast. Then he snapped – a leash – to her collar and stood up.
“Now crawl beside me, “ he ordered.
She wasn't sure she heard him properly, didn't understand Then he tugged on the
leash, and she felt the pressure of the collar against her throat. She lurched forward,
then gasped as something snapped down onto her already aching, overheated bottom.
She crawled alongside him on all fours, dazed, her pussy throbbing as it squeezed
hungrily on the dildo impaling her. He tugged on the leash, and snapped something, a long
thin crop, down onto her bottom every few steps with a curt order to spread her knees
wider, to raise her bottom more, to keep her head up.
She crawled across the room to the far end, glad of the soft, deep carpet, then
turned and began to crawl back.
Then she noticed Marco standing in the doorway, grinning.
Her face flamed and she tried at once to pull and twist away, but Enrique jerked
back sharply on the leash.
“Stay!” he snapped, slashing the crop down across her bottom with stinging force.
The harshness of the order combined with the sudden sharp pain made her cry out,
but she obeyed, panting and moaning, and dropping her eyes to the floor as Marco sauntered
in and said something in Portuguese.
Enrique responded, then jerked on the leash.
“Now you will continue as before,” he said sternly. “Do not be the shy leetle
nortamericano. Be the sensual, erotic woman that I know you long to be!”
He pulled on the leash, and she had no choice but to crawl forward, face burning,
head down. A snap of the crop across her bottom made her squeal as he jerked back on the
leash. “Head up!”
Blinking back sudden tears of shame, she jerked her head up and let him lead her,
crawling, across the floor to the other side, then back again.
The two men exchanged words several times. Then Enrique drew her up short.
“Keep your bottom high,” he ordered, “knees apart! You are my sexual beast, my
wild, sexual animal! You are not a shy little nortamericano girl!”
But I am! She longed to scream it out and run away, but knelt, trembling, as he
knelt beside her and ran his hands over her body. He cupped one of her breasts, lifting
and squeezing as he said something, and Marco responded.
What were they saying about her?!
“Head up and back!” he ordered, pinching her nipple.
She squealed but jerked her head back.
“That's my beautiful girl.”
His warm approval made something inside her glow with relief, something which had
felt a strange sense of deep anxiety at his earlier sharp tone.
His hand slid along her spine, stroking her, almost petting her. And then she
stiffened as Marco knelt on her other side. Enrique tightened his grip on the leash.
“Shhhh,” he said, stroking her.
She felt Marco slide his hand along her flank, then down across her bottom, and
trembled, her face flaming again. His hand slid over the little round something which
seemed to be protruding from her ass, like a little plastic coin pressed against her
flesh, then slid down to fondle her pussy, his fingers rubbing at her clit.
Katie jerked, unable to suppress a sudden, startling surge of heat as his fingers
stroked her clit. Her pulse raced, and she moaned as Enrique cupped and fondled her left
breast, and Marco did the same on her right.
It was all insane!
Then Marco moved behind her, and she grunted as she felt the dildo sliding out of
her. Enrique pressed down against her shoulders, forcing her upper body to the floor, and
she trembled as she felt what had to be Marco's cock press against her and rub up and down
along her swollen sex.
Then he sank into her, and she closed her eyes and shuddered, flames of
embarrassment combining with a flaming arousal as he began to stroke in and out with deep,
firm strokes. His hands slid over her hips, up and down along her ribs, then underneath to
cup her breasts. His hips began to stroke her bottom with more strength, causing her to
jerk back and forth against him, and her breathing grew more ragged as the echoing throb
of impact made her clitoris quiver and vibrate.
She gasped in pain as he gripped her hair and then forced her head up and back. He
lifted her back up onto all fours as Enrique undid the gag, and then gently worked the
ball out of her mouth. He moved in front of her, and as she gasped and licked her lip,
gulping in air, he placed his cock on her tongue, then slid forward. She moaned helplessly
as he took her hair, closing her lips around his cock, sucking, rolling her eyes up as
Marco began to thrust harder still.
She felt wild dark flashbacks to the previous night on the beach, but she wasn't
drunk now, except perhaps on her own sexual hunger. She felt a wild sense of helpless
disbelief once more, then felt her will beginning to seep away in the face of the rising
tide of hunger and heat.
Marco reached forward and seized her wrists, jerking them up and back alongside her
hips, and Enrique tightened his grip on her hair as he pushed deep into her throat,
burying his throbbing cock in her mouth, his balls hanging against her chin as her nose
was pressed into his groin.
Her body jerked against him, again and again, as Marco's hips struck her buttocks,
and she gurgled dazedly as her head pounded and her chest burned.
Enrique pulled slowly back, and she gulped in air, gasping for breath as he reached
forward and his hand slid beneath her trim abdomen, his fingers rubbing against her clit.
She wanted to say something, felt she should... say... something... but all she
could do was gasp for breath and grunt with the impact of Marco's hips.
“Hungh! Hungh! Hungh! Hungh! Hungh! Hungh”
Then his cock was in her mouth again and she was sucking and licking as one of his
hands moved down to cup and squeeze her breast. He pinched the nipple between his thumb
and finger, tugging on it, twisting it, making her wince and moan helplessly.
She felt her insides squirming and twisting, felt the wild fire of sexual need and
hunger and pleasure coursing through her veins. Her body trembled with excitement, then
exploded as Marco rode her to a powerful orgasm. A moment later Enrique came as he was
pulling back out of her throat and mouth, spraying himself against her face and into her
hair.
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