Chapter 1 - Countess Francesca

 

The Countess Francesca was a spoiled, rich brat, with a vicious temper, and no sophistication. Her father, a rich shipping magnet, was a billionaire who doted on his daughter. There was no doubt she was a very pretty woman, a career in modelling, or films, would not be out of the question, apart from the fact that she did not need to work, and had no intention, of working.

Coming of age he bought her an island in the Mediterranean, off the Greek coast, they were Greek. He had already built a house on it for her, fifty bedrooms was the order of the day.

On her twenty first, birthday, he gave it to her, fully staffed by females, because of her sexual inclinations. He had wanted a son to inherit his business, and now hoped for a grandson, but he realised that it required a male and female, for that to happen, and she was not inclined; that way.

For her twenty second birthday a private zoo was added, an ocean going yacht and dock, came on her twenty third birthday, with a Lea Jet for her twenty fourth birthday.

She wanted for nothing, the house keeper was the one with the problems, she was such a bitch that staff, did not stay. The three year contract was a very good one, they were paid one and a half times the going rate, but at the end of the contract, they did not renew the contract. Three years with her felt like a lifetime, most told the housekeeper, when they did not renew.

The housekeeper told her father, "Sire, I have to make you aware of the situation. I realise the staff are well below her status, but she treats them like dirt. A maid spilled a drop of coffee in her saucer; she apologised, and offered to change the saucer. She was berated to such a degree that the next time she served her coffee; she shook so much she spoiled even more, and after that refused to serve her. I fear that the only way you will get any staff to stay, is to use, slaves. They, because of the fact that they are slaves, cannot leave," she told him being glib.

She was being honest, but at the same time, glib, and not really meaning it.

"My beautiful daughter is costing me quite a lot, and slaves do not need paying, and will do twice the work of an employed person. Your suggestion has merit, but it is, illegal. Then again, who will know; she lives on an island, isolated, and she has the staff, to entertain her, sexually. If the slave was the only person to have personal contact with her, apart from you, then the staff would stay, she would have a whipping girl. Perhaps in a few years, two or three, she will have vented her anger, and there are people out there who pay to be dominated. We could offer them their needs, and they would be paid, instead of having to pay. What do you think?" He asked her.

"I don't think it works quite like that, but it most certainly has potential," the Housekeeper said, adding, "It would need to be female, and willing to be shouted at, and given the cane. There would also be a period of training, in house etiquette, and there is only four months to her birthday, that does not give us a lot of time, Sire," she said.

"I have the very person in mind, to carry out our plan, a month's adverts, three days of interviews, say a week to cover the travel arrangements, leaves us with two months and three weeks to cover the training, what do you think?" He asked.

"So we advertise for a slave on a five year contract, to live in a palace on a Greek island, all found, to take the punishment for a staff member's mistakes, I think they will still need paying, Sire," she suggested with irony.

"Yes, yes, of course, say five hundred Euros a month, which I will invest for them, they will not need any money during the period of their slavery, and they can have whatever is in the account at the end of the five years, let me see, six thousand per year that is thirty thousand for the period, plus interest, erm bonus, about thirty five thousand Euros, tax free, and in one lump sum, make it that I will pay them thirty five thousand, for the period. That will save me a lot of money, the staff get a thousand a month, we could reduce the amount we pay them, as well, because they will not be shouted at," Yes I like the idea, thank you; leave it up to me, I will organise it," he added.

The house keeper left him happy with the plan as he called in, his head female guard, a butch woman, with bulging muscles.

On the island, his daughter was enjoying one of the maids.

"Sophia, my darling, come, I have an itch," the Countess said.

Sophia smiled at her; she was a lesbian, and probably the best at her job. She was not shouted at as much, and she got special favours, because she was lesbian, and kept the Countess happy, in that department. Sophia smiled back, she knew what the itch was that needed scratching, and was only too willing to scratch it, for the Countess.

They disrobed, and began cuddling each other, they kissed, and hands began to wander to vital parts of their bodies. Sophia knew the Countess liked to take the lead, and she was not averse to the idea, allowing the Countess to fondle a breast first. This made Sophia randy, as she now took a breast and fondled it, before she sucked on the breast. They kissed, and sucked on each other's breasts, fondling the breast as they sucked, and looked into each other's eyes. A kiss now with closed eyes as hands began their way down, down to the bush, a gentle rub to stimulate the area while their lips were glued to each other, passionately.

A finger slipped inside the grotto, and out not too much now, it was going to last, it slipped back in and out, and then it went in deeper and out.

They moved, held in the embrace to the couch, and lay down, now their passions were rising steadily, the grotto was showing the signs of stimulation by getting damp. It was not long before the dampness became wet, now was the time to turn, and engage in oral sex, as tongues began to probe the clit and cunt, before them.

The Countess being of a higher status, and in control, was on top, and turned now to engage their lips again as she wriggled her arse about rubbing her groin against Sophia's. This was the sign that she need a better entry, and Sophie obliged with her finger, then two, three and then four went in and out of the Countess's cunt. She squirmed about enjoying the attentions, and finally she let out a sigh as Sophia's fist, entered her, and began the in, and out motions, stimulating the Countess higher and higher. The Countess did not forget about Sophia's needs either, and she now slipped her finger in, adding more fingers until she now had her fist up Sophia, and they fist fucked each other.

Juices oozed, and their fists squelched, as they slipped in and out of each other's cunts, until the Countess shuddered with sexual euphoria, closely followed by Sophia's squirt, onto the couch.

Sated they got up, and kissed each other before getting dressed. Sophia dressed the Countess after using a wet wipe to clean the Countess's cunt, and a napkin to dry it. She then dressed the Countess before wiping her clit, and dressing.

"Have the couch thrown out, and replace it with a new one," the Countess ordered Sophia, in her high and mighty tone.

The Count, Francesca's father did not waste any time, as soon as the housekeeper had left, he called in his head female guard.

"Amara, please take a seat; I need to discuss something with you. My beautiful daughter is going through an excessive amount of maids. I believe it is because she is sexually, frustrated, it is not natural for a woman to have sex with a woman, males need the warm, moist haven between a female's legs, and a woman needs the hot, throbbing male member to get realistic satisfaction. Don't you agree?" He asked her.

"I do, this is just a phase Sir, most females go through the phase at puberty, I know I did, now, I just grab a male, and use them, see, I grew out of it. Seeing as I am more powerful than the average male, they cannot refuse me" she said, agreeing with him.

"Yes, yes, indeed, so to ease the burden of having to interview new maids every month, sometimes more often. I decided to employ, a slave. There are people out there who pay, to be given the cane, and be shouted at. So I thought, they might like to be paid, to be given the cane and shouted at, easing, my burden, what do you think?" He asked her.

"An excellent idea Sir, and some like to be kidnapped, as well, so we could make it far more satisfying, for them," she told him.

"Yes, of course, and we could use one of my ships, to transport them, saving even more money. It would have to be legal, and above board, obviously. I need you to advertise the position, and make all the arrangements," he said.

"Leave it up to me Sir, I will get promotions to create the advert, and then arrange interviews, for the post of slave, to a Countess. I am sure, had your wife been around to see her, grow up. She would have been proud of how she has turned out, Sir. A beautiful, intelligent, and forceful female, I know, I am proud to have known her, Sir," she told him, he smiled at the compliment.

Amara knew exactly how to please the Count, which also meant she got what she wanted.

Chapter 2 - Paul

 

Paul, a thirty something ladies man, who did not know when to accept she was not interested, was in a nightclub, and on the prowl.

There was nothing special about him, just an average male single and working with an agency, as a chef. It paid the rent, and food bills etcetera, but he would never have loads of money. Most places that served food were open in the evening. This meant that he worked most nights, but on his two nights off, he toured the nightclubs hoping to find a female, for sex. Most weeks he managed it, but was not the type to settle down in a solid relationship.

He did occasionally get his face slapped, being overzealous when asking, but accepted that as the cost of, his desires.

He was known in the town for his amorous ways, and as being a reasonably good chef. But being out of season, he was struggling to find work, and over the last few nights, female companionship.

"Hi love, what's a pretty young lady like you doing in a place like this?" he asked a woman sat at the bar of the club.

"Look, I am not interested, and by the way, as far as a chat up line goes that, is the worst one," she said.

Over the first hurdle as he would say he was now in with a chance, she had not ignored him, and spoken to him.

"Yes, it is, but I meant that you are perhaps the best looking female, in the club. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, you are beautiful," he said flattering her.

"Thank you for the compliment, but as I said, I am not interested. Now go away," she said more forcefully.

Paul was not one to give in too easily, "You are alone, as am I, so why not, chat together. I am Paul, and I am a chef, how about you. No don't tell me, you are a Princess, and here incognito, I won't tell anyone," he said moving in closer.

"Can you see those girls over there, we are on a girl's night out, and you are not a girl, so you cannot join us. Point two, we are security for a bank, and skilled at making people do as told, now go away before I decide you are a nuisance, and really, upset you," she said making the point.

"Why didn't you tell me you like it rough, handcuffs, and all that, wow, I'm in? Do you wear the uniform as well, no knickers, just the uniform, so you can sit on my erect, oversized manhood?" he asked.

"Eve, where are our drinks? We are beginning to think this is the Sahara, in here," another attractive female said approaching them.

"This creep, is beginning to annoy me, can you tell it that we have heard about it, and that we are not interested, before it finds out just how disinterested I am, physically, when I punch its lights out," she said, now angrily.

"Do I take it then that a fuck is out of the question?" Paul asked blatantly.

"If you were the last man on earth, it would be," she said in the same, angry voice.

"Look, I am sure, Eve, has told you that we are security, and as yet, perhaps not that our hands are licensed, as deadly weapons, Karate, but rest assured, they are. Now it is wise to accept we are not interested in you, so be a good boy, and disappear. It is the least painful way, to end this," the woman who had joined them said.

"Women always say no, when they mean yes, it is a proven fact. Females are indecisive, which is why they always change their minds. We say it is their prerogative, because they do it, so often," he said.

"Eve, this one is too thick to know when, to quit. Walk away," the one joining them said.

They turned and began to walk away; Paul followed them, to their table, and smiled at the group of females sat around the table.

"Girls, this is Paula, and she wishes to join us," Eve said mocking him.

"Oh, a bit butch, isn't she?" One asked.

"I said that if she went home, and changed into something more suitable, she could join us," Eve said, continuing to mock him.

"OK, but she will need a fair amount of make-up, to hide the five o'clock shadow, don't you think?" Another asked.

"She said that she had run out of tampons, and the chemists are shut," Eve said rummaging in her hand bag, "Here, I thought I had one, now stuff that up," she said angrily, holding out a tampon.

"I wouldn't mind a three some, but six of you is going a bit too far, sorry to disappoint some of you, but I guarantee an orgasm, every time," he said boldly, "We could always spread it over two nights, to ensure you all, had one," he offered.

"Boy Eve, you don't half pick up some of the oddest, waifs and strays, but this one, beats the lot," another said.

"Oi, idiot, they are not interested, but we are, an orgasm, every time?" a woman from the next table asked.

"Hello love, yes, guaranteed, every time. How many are there of you? I mean three a night I can mange, but I hate to disappoint, so my limit, is three. Then again, as I said to these lovely ladies, we can always spread it over two nights, if there are more?" he asked.

"Then join us, two nights of fun and games ahead, girls," she said enthusiastically.

Paul left the women he had been chatting up, and joined the ones at the next table. Again they were not an unattractive table of females, but he would have said the first table was the better looking group, but beggars can't be choosers, can they? He would have preferred to fuck the first table, but these ladies were again attractive.

"They have uniforms, apart from that, you, are a delight to the eyes," Paul said.

"Will my nurse's uniform, be OK?" One asked.

"Wow, to right it will be, a nurse's uniform is my favourite," he said.

"We are here training in a new technique, we are all nurses," One said.

"Do not, beam me up Scotty, I am already, in heaven," he said smiling broadly.

"You don't have a drink, allow me?" one asked.

"No, no it is a gentleman's job to supply the drinks. What will it be, ladies?" he asked.

"Do not tell me you are a chauvinist pig, we are liberated females, and pay our way. Now I asked, so you have a choice, leave us because you are a chauvinist pig, or what are you drinking?" she asked, now with force.

"Well if you put it like that? A pint of lager, please?" he asked.

"One coming up, while you get to know, these ladies, same again" she asked them, they say they did, and she left the table.

Paul looked around the table at the smiling faces, everyone a picture of beauty, through his rose tinted glasses.

They were not the prettiest in the bar, not even pretty, but when six fucks are on the table; 'who cares about the mantel piece, when poking the fire,' comes to mind.

The first six were demure, and able to look after themselves, these just looked as though they could handle themselves, and were anything but, demure.

Paul had gone from class to crime, but as yet, didn't know it. Their intentions were criminal, yet their ideals were to protect females from males like Paul; he was crude, and a sex mad male, without any form of style. He was not averse to asking a woman for a fuck, openly, hence the slapped face, he got.

Their job was to find a slave for a Countess, and there was a thousand pounds for them, if they did. What was wanted, had been lost in translation, and as it was handed from one person to another. It was true that as an incentive to the agents sent to find the slave, he wanted; the Count had offered a thousand pounds to the person who managed to find one. He had realised that, very few people would openly admit, to being of that ilk.

Now it had worked its way to these females, who were out looking, for a suitable slave, to kidnap. Paul had just made the biggest mistake of his life, by annoying the first group who were sat at the next table to these unsavoury, females. Some of them had nurse's uniforms, for when a client wanted them, to wear it.

They were amiable enough, and joked with him, laughing at his jokes, easing him into, their spider's web.

What he also did was that when he was on a bad streak he used prostitutes, to ease his desires, and when short of money, he put blank sheets of paper in the wad, knowing he could fool a novice. One such novice, worked out of the same stable, these girls worked out of. It was not relevant at this point in time, but would become relevant, tomorrow.

Paul went to the toilet, giving the girls a chance to make plans.

"Good, I thought he'd never go. We keep him here till midnight, and then take him back to the flat. Two of you keep him happy, play with him, and you will have to fuck him, till say four in the morning. Then one of you cuddle up to him to sleep, till we arrive. We will take over from you at ten o'clock, he will sleep till then. This will tie up one of the bedrooms, please remember which one it is, and do not enter with a client. I don't see why we have to stop earning; this is extra to normal.

It will take all day tomorrow to get everything in place, so we have to keep him happy until the evening, in shifts. I will arrange it with the Madam that we share the money, to make it fair, and we do not lose out.

I will also get the equipment, we will need," she said quickly.

"Is it worth it for a sixth of a thousand I mean a thousand is worth it, but we would have to divide that money between the six of us, that's less than two hundred each, two fucks that is all," one said.

"I agree, but we are not working till tomorrow at ten o'clock, so we cannot count tonight, and if we share, then we will not lose out, as long as we cover for the ones, looking after it. There is another point, I will need a photo, but I am sure he is the one that cheated Mary, and the Madam would be very interested in that fact. She did offer five hundred, for anyone who led her to him, so it will not be one thousand but fifteen hundred, we share," she said smiling.

"Paul, you want us in our nurse's uniforms, and is it just sex, or do you want to play as well, like being a bad patient we have to restrain?" She asked him quietly, and in a sexy voice to encourage him.

"Now you are talking, I always knew nurses were kinky. Tied down, and fucked into oblivion, would be nice," he said, his eyes lighting up.

"We will have to attend college tomorrow for the training, what will you do come back to satisfy the ones that lose out, tonight?" she asked him.

"No need, I am not in tomorrow, being in the other group, we have covered the practical you are doing, and I am happy to wait for my satisfaction, till tomorrow," one said.

He didn't see the nudge, "Yes, I am as well, you were in our group, Sam, he can only manage three, so we three can wait, can't we?" another asked.

"Yes sorry, I was miles away, thinking about the procedure," she said, and dropped into a husky voice, "As long as I get my satisfaction, tomorrow night?" The third one asked suggestively.

"I can assure you, you will," he said and smiled.

"There is no point in taking him from place to place so I will take him to mine, and you come to him, it will also save him needing to dress and undress, every two minutes," the leader said, slightly mocking his boast.

"My dear," he said leaning in close, "Two minutes will not be long enough, by a long way. I do not like to be rushed," Paul said with meaning.

"Considering it usually is a ten second fix, two minutes is, a long time," she said, and smiled at him.

"I am like the song, 'The fifteen minute man,' fifteen minutes to get the juices flowing, fifteen minutes to bring her to the point of entry, and then fifteen minutes to bring her to the point of exploding in a euphoria of passion, as she climaxes," he said boasting.

"I will remember that when it is my turn. Fifty quid says you don't last five minutes," she said.

"I'll take the bet," he replied.

"That does not include foreplay, just from entering," she said setting the rules.

"Obviously, my member will be sliding into and out of your haven, for a good, fifteen minutes," he boasted.

"Then you are on, do any of you want to take the bet on?" she asked them.

"I would, but I am not until the next day, and he will have used up all his energy, by then, just the orgasm I want," One said.

"My dear, dear sweet child, I will complete the task with the third one, let alone the first. As I said, I guarantee, satisfaction," he said.

"Then put me down for fifty, as well," she said.

The night progressed with laughter and fun, until it was time to leave slightly worse for wear. The leader led him to her flat with two of the ladies, as the others split off going to their flats. They went inside and she offered them a coffee, and handed the steaming mugs around.

The leader disappeared after drinking her coffee, and returned wearing the nurse uniform, complete with crotch less panties, and peek-a-boo bra.

Paul's tongue was hanging out as she entered the room, her breasts stuck out like mountains, and the nipples pushed at the cloth, like the peak.

"Now Mr Smith, what seems to be the problem?" She asked, the other two got up on cue, and left the flat to get changed.

"It is rather embarrassing nurse, I mean it is my, well you know, down there," he replied feigning embarrassment, and playing the game.

"I see there is no need to be embarrassed, it is just part of the body, and I have seen it all in my time as a nurse. Can you explain to me what exactly, is the problem?" she asked him.

"W-well erm, like, it refuses to stand up, when I need it to, like. Is there a male doctor available?" he asked.

This was going very well for her; he seemed to be helping her delay the inevitable, allowing her aides to get changed.

"We are very busy, there is no need to be embarrassed; as I said, it is just part of my job. I will examine you, and then speak to the doctor, and he will then need to have a quick chat with you, and then he will prescribe something to help you. Erectile dysfunction is not rare these days; I blame it on the speed we all live at, sometimes I don't have time to catch my breath," she said, and smiled at him as if easing his tensions, her hand on his shoulder.

"No, no, no, I want to see a male doctor, women see female doctors these days, so why can't men see a male doctor?" he asked now pretending to be agitated.

"Nurses have always tended to male and female patients, what is the difference?" she asked.

"They only see the males strip and get into bed, y-you need to examine me; that, is the difference," he said as the other two entered the room smiling.

"Is there a problem nurse?" One asked.

"Yes, he refuses to allow me to examine him; I have explained it is just a job, and there is no need to be embarrassed, but he will not allow me to examine him," she replied.

"Come with us to the examination room, and you can wait in there, for the doctor," one of them suggested.

Paul got up, and smiled at them as they led the way with the leader following on behind until they entered the bedroom. She grabbed his arms, and pulled them behind his back, as one of the other two removed handcuffs from her pocket. The other one of them pulled a gag out, they put the handcuffs on him, he struggled but not much, and then they gagged him, and began to strip him.

His shirt around his wrists, and his trousers around his ankles they lifted him onto the bed on his back. As the leader sat on his chest the other two then removed his shoes, socks, trousers and underpants, and then spread his legs, and tied them to the bed legs.

The leader, now got off him, and she pulled him to the sitting position, while the other two, put a second set of cuffs on him, and removed his shirt.

The leader now sat on his thighs, and held his left arm while they fastened a rope around the wrist, and threaded it through the bed post so that they could pull on it when the leader let go of him. They fastened a second rope around the other wrist the same, and the leader let go, and got off him. They now tugged on the ropes and he adjusted allowing them to tie the ropes off leaving him spread eagle on the bed, and tied down.

"They are not too tight are they? I mean as we said, we do have to deal with problematic patients from time to time?" She asked him and he shook his head smiling under the gag.

They then got some more rope, and tied it to the bed base, an old fashioned one with a metal base and springs. Then they passed it over to each other, and looped it around the bed base, before passing it back to be looped again all the way up the bed. He was now fixed in place, and could not move.

"There now wouldn't it have been easier to allow me to examine you, and from what I can see, nestling against a moist clit, seems to have done the trick, very little dysfunction there, and quite a size as well. Does it get bigger with encouragement?" she asked him.

Unable to speak, he nodded, "Shall we see if it does?" she asked not expecting an answer, as she took it in her mouth.

It began to get larger and throb, but she carried on sucking, and sliding her lips up and down the shaft for a few minutes. As a con artist, he had met his match.

"Right girls, set the timer," she said they did, and left.

Before they had left the room she was up, knelt over his groin, and lowering her clit down onto the erect penis, her legs apart, the crotch less part open, his dick slid nice and comfortably, into her moist cunt, and she settled.

"Five minutes, remember," she said.

She began to rise and fall slowly at first, and then moved quicker and quicker her cunt and clit gripping his cock as she slipped it in and out.

Faster and faster she rode him, she knew what she was doing egging him on to cum as she rammed his cock in hard and fast now making his desire grow and grow. She was in charge now not him, and he stood no chance at all. She began with extending the oral part, to take him close to his climax, and now she was using her muscles to grip him tight, forcing him to climax quickly. This was what she did with her customers, to get them in and out as quickly as possible, so she could move on to the next one, and earn more money. It was a con she used regularly, especially with new clients, ones she had a relationship with she might slow down to encourage more visits. There was no doubt she was in control of every session, as he was about to find out.

Three minutes and forty seconds later, he shot his load into the condom.

"I said you wouldn't mange it, now where is your wallet," she said rummaging around in his pockets, "Oh and by the way, you still owe me, an orgasm, ha, ha, ha, as if," she laughed.

All he could do was mumble into the gag and struggle, but the ropes were there to stay, another little point she had not, advised him of.

It was quarter of an hour later, but he had no idea of how long it was, before four of the girls were stood at the base of his bed, looking down on him.

"Well girls, three minutes and forty seconds, which is good, I do not deny it. I wish every fuck lasted so long, except when working, then the shorter the better, hey?" She asked laughing at him.

"I do not think it fair that I wait until tomorrow, he will be fucked well and truly, so for the bet, I think I should go now," A forth one who had joined them said.

"I agree Sam, you'll wash it, I haven't, and I think we should make it fair, so I will drain the bladder for you while you wash it, OK?" the leader asked.

"That seems fair enough," she said, and got a bowl of warm water, soap and a cloth.

The leader began inserting the catheter up his urethra, which she had attached to a bag.

"As far as I am concerned you could wet the bed; I am going to throw it out, but the girls don't want to kneel on a soggy bed, do they?" She asked him.

As the leader was removing the catheter, the girl who had the bet with him was rubbing his cock vigorously with the towel, making it rise again.

"I have to admit, he is not short of an inch or two, is he?" Sam asked, mocking him.

"No, he isn't, and it has width, now I need the photo, just the head, no idiot, his head, not that head, so get on, and slip it up, and then I will take the photo," the leader said.

Again with his cock settled in a nice, moist, haven, the desire would begin, shortening the time he could hold on. These girls were not to be messed with where sex was concerned, they knew all the tricks. They could lengthen or shorten the time they were being fucked, at will.

Once they had the shot, they left Sam to earn her money as she also began slowly, but quickly built up speed, until she was ramming his cock home with energy. Again using her muscles she encouraged him to cum as she rammed it home, over and over.

She looked at the clock, and it said three minutes, she wanted to beat the leader's time, and added more energy to her actions, but he was now determined, and held on as she rammed his cock in deep and vigorously. But inevitably he lost again, lasting four minutes and two seconds.

"Phew that was hard work you most certainly made me work for the money," she said rummaging around in his pockets, "What is this forty pounds, you cheat, where, is the other ten, bitch?" she demanded.

Sam stood there, her hands on her hips, in a strong power stance, and glared at him as he mumbled into the gag, a pained expression on his face.

'Maisie, Maisie," she called out, "He can't pay, there is only forty pounds in his wallet," she said.

"Really, just forty pounds, the cheat, I have a good mind to break your legs. You do not bet unless you can pay, that is the rule. I bet you would have taken her money, you com man. If you didn't have one hundred pounds in your wallet why take the bet, and you are in no position to argue with me, are you? No, you are not. What shall we do, how about sitting on his chest and giving him a slap, for every penny short?" the leader suggested.

"You have the fine rope here so what about hanging a pound for every penny short from his balls?" Sam asked.

"No, you can't do that, the weight would rip them off, you would castrate him," The leader said.

"Why not, the cheat, he didn't last five minutes, not the fifteen he said he would, and I did not have an orgasm, what about you? We know he didn't last so what about the orgasm?" Sam asked.

"I have to agree, his boasts were, well total failings on all counts, and he has the audacity to bet, when he can't pay up. I am leaning toward your suggestion about the weights," the leader said, and looked at him, mumbling away and shaking his head about.

"I bet he is pleading with us not to use the weights, and that he will pay what he owes, with interest," Sam said looking at him as he nodded his head, just as vigorously.

"OK, we agree, now how can you pay? I did see a card in your wallet is there any money on it?" The leader asked, and he nodded.

"We will need the pin number, you lied, and tried to cheat us, you stay here, while we, collect the money. We will get a payment slip so we cannot cheat you. Now you write it down for us, and we will take eleven pounds, the money you owe, and the interest, or fine, for trying to cheat us," the leader said.

Paul hesitated, as they released a hand so that he could write down the number, and looked at them not trusting them either.

"It is very simple, one pound in interest has been added to the debt, now would you like me to add ten pounds as well for the fine. You should know how much you have in the bank, so with the slip, you will know if we took more than we said, now write the number down, I will count to three, and then add the fine, so do it, now, to avoid extra cost, to you," The leader said forcefully.

Paul decided that she meant what she had said, and wrote the number down. They were honest enough showing him the slip, and the money taken. They could be, knowing that he was going away for a very long time, tomorrow they could empty the account, and he would never know.

This was all supposition, the Madam would only know about him in the morning, and then she would have to arrange the delivery; until all that was arranged, they were just guessing, and hoping.

The third female entered, and she gave him oral sex to engage his cock, and as it rose she smiled, and looked him in the eye.

"They messed with you; we are professional; and can make you cum quickly or slowly, but we cannot make our orgasm come. You boasted that you gave every woman an orgasm. How about a little bet, say ten pounds that is the order of the night? Now just how confident are you that you can give, an orgasm every time?" She asked him.

Pail was confident he had not boasted as such, every woman he had fucked had an orgasm, some proved it with a squirt, and others shuddered, so he was confident, and nodded.

She climbed on, and slipped his vibrant cock into her cunt, nice and easily, she seemed to settle, and then began to rise and fall, long and slowly. She began to grip his cock with her muscles, and move faster and faster. She was also a professional, and knew all the tricks as she made him more and more desperate to cum, riding him vigorously now. She had the energy he just had to hold on, but she was now putting so much energy into the fuck, he was not going to last the course, or was he? Paul gritted his teeth, and focused on his job, as she rammed his cock into her cunt deep and satisfyingly, for her as much as him, but for the first time she had met her match. As the ripples began, and increased, she realised her mistake in telling him, until she exploded just as he did, and she squirted. There was no denying, she had, had an orgasm, and what an orgasm it was. Her cry of ecstasy was heard in the next room, and they all rushed in to see her slowing and panting, with exhilaration.

"Sorry girls, there is no denying, I had an orgasm, wow, what a fuck, he is good," she said.

"No more bets. We will all expect an orgasm later, straight, no tricks girls, just a good fuck. Can you manage another five before tomorrow night?" The leader asked.

He nodded, but it lacked the smile; he now knew he was not going to be released until tomorrow night, and after they had all had, an orgasm.

"I won't lie to you; we have been offered a thousand Euros, to get a slave for a countess. The count is offering the slave thirty five thousand for five years work all found, thirty five thousand, spending money. After five years working in the kitchens, will you have thirty five thousand, in the bank?

I could tell you that we will parcel you up, and deliver you, to her, or I could ask, if that is how you would like, to arrive? She will dominate you, which from what you have told us, you will enjoy. Do you agree to being parcelled up, and delivered to her, is it as I think something you desire?" She asked him, and he nodded eagerly.