Prologue

 

The metal closed around her wrists. The cold feel of it so familiar yet still so terrifying as the restriction tightened and her hands were hoisted above her head. The same coolness embraced her ankles and her breath hitched in her throat as the cold metal at her ankles became a cold knot of fear that slid up from her stomach to close thin, icy fingers around her throat. She fought down the fear, experience helping her to keep her emotions in check. The crowd were not here to see her fear - once perhaps, that would have been just what they wanted - but no more. She was S and they wanted to see her strength, her stamina, not her fear.

Her eyes surveyed the crowd, her gaze never resting on any one person long enough to determine features or even gender. But then the breath caught in her throat when she saw him. His cold gaze telling her of his hunger for her. She knew that he couldn't be there. That this life was far removed from the life that he had tried to carve out for her. She knew that it was just her adrenalin making her see things but still he stared back at her from the crowd. Sergeant Kent. The man who had started her on this unbelievable road during one night that had changed her life forever. Police Sergeant Kent had used his position and threats of worse to come if she didn't do as he commanded, to turn her into a tool for his desires and for his own ends. At best she was a fuck tool, at worst she was an unwilling agent for his investigations. Investigations that had seen her gain unlawful entry to a dominant's home. Thoughts of Gary Marshall, the man who Kent had wanted her to steal evidence from, made her blink and the man in the crowd morphed into just another hungry onlooker. A moment later the man beside him shifted and now it was Marshall who stared at her. He had given her a simple ultimatum, one that she had seen no choice but to take. A year of making sex films or return to Kent empty handed. What choice had she truly had? The face morphed back to the unknown man as another turned and Samuel stared at her. Samuel Thomas. The man who had stood behind the cameras, directing the abuse that was heaped upon her, the man who had filmed as the ornate S had been tattooed into the flesh of her hip and pelvis, the man that she had fallen in love with. His face faded quicker than the others. There was no place for love in this world. There was only sex and pain and her extraordinary ability to handle more of both than the vast majority of slaves. Master Jeffrey had seen the potential in her. His face did not appear amongst the crowd. A secretive Master who guarded his privacy as his most precious commodity, she refused to see his face here. He had treated her more fairly than anyone had in her entire life. He had been both vicious and cruel but he had shown her things, made her feel things that no ever had. She might have been tattooed and abused as a slave, but he had made her a slave, molded her into one who could find pleasure with the whip. She had been truly happy with the life he had made for her, but it wasn't to last. For a time, she felt that he had broken her heart when he had passed her on to the young Master Jake. But he had done what was right for them both. Interest was being shown in her, the slave S was becoming infamous and that was too dangerous for Master Jeffrey. Master Jake, the young, ambitious master, did not stare at her from the crowd as the other creations from her memory had. She had no need to conjure him because he stood right beside her, waiting for the crowd to settle so that he could introduce her properly.

And so this was how far she had come. From street rat to one of the few elite slaves who could command the silence of the crowd. A silence that was required before her master would allow the demonstration to begin. But he would not ask for it. On the contrary, he required the crowd to notice that they were ready to begin and to settle themselves. His slave deserved that, after all, she was the highlight of the night's entertainment. She calmed herself with this knowledge. Whatever they did to her, she would suffer it all - not for the whims of the crowd as it had once been - but for their respect and for the growing status of her Master. She deserved this. She had suffered greatly as she had climbed from the depths as a House Slave in the Movie House, to her now elevated station that afforded her some security, some peace and at least some reward for all she had been through. She couldn't know that soon she would see everything that she had worked so hard for put under threat.

But for now there was just the crowd and their expectation of what was to follow...

Chapter One

 

Another night. Another demonstration. The crowd was silent as the slave S was brought to stand in front of an ornate display. The ornaments that lined the table were befitting the situation - ten dildos arranged in order of size. Her Master had already explained the rules of the game and now it was up to S to choose a starting point. In a moment, she would be bent over the table, her arse and pussy presented to the crowd. The crowd remained silent, expectant and excited at the prospect of another fine demonstration from the infamous S. Her Master had coached S on how to play the crowd. They were eager for her to choose so that the fun could start - yet at the same time, her demonstrations were like sex, the anticipation was just as important. Mia glanced to the side of the stage where a kneeling slave nervously awaited her part in the game. The slave stared back, lust and fear shining in her eyes in equal measure. Such a gaze was common. S was beautiful. She was strong with a well-toned, muscular body and good sized, well-shaped breasts. She wasn't as tall as she appeared. Master Jeffrey and his female companion had taught her how to stand, how to carry herself. She had poise and she had a reputation that only heightened her allure. Dominants and slaves alike wanted to fuck her. But more than anything, they wanted to see what she could take and what she could give.

'Master,' she said softly but loud enough for the silent crowd to hear, 'If it pleases you, please begin with number five.'

The crowd erupted with cheers of approval as she moved to hold the edge of the table, pushing her arse backwards. The lights on the stage faded, leaving a single spotlight shining on her smooth buttocks and glistening pussy. She waited, head lifted and eyes forward. She held her legs straight, strong. The crowd waited. Anticipation like a storm cloud gathering overhead. The crop seemed to come from nowhere as it flew from the shadows to line her arse. The light caught the blow perfectly and the crowd roared as her buttocks swelled around the rod. When it was lifted from her flesh, a quickly darkening line was revealed. Another blow and the crowd applauded, wanting more. Mia gritted her teeth, she had to be strong, that was what the crowd wanted. She quivered as another harsh blow found her arse. Her buttocks were quickly lined with swollen welts and her pussy was glistening even more. The crowd noticed and applauded her for it. It pleased them to see S aroused by the lick of the whip. The cloud of expectation grew heavier.

The crop disappeared and the impressively sized dildo that she had chosen was brought into the light. The crowd fell silent again, wanting to hear her as she took it. Many of the dominants watching had slaves that would be unable to handle such a phallus but for S, this was just the starting point.

'Are you ready, S?' her Master asked, resting his hand against her bruised rump.

'Master, I am yours to do with as you please.' Her words pleased the crowd and they murmured their approval because even a slave such as S should still demonstrate the proper subjugation.

Jake's hand slapped her sore rump, making her yelp with surprise. She lowered her head for a moment, tightened her shoulders and then slowly relaxed. The tip of the dildo pushed between her labia lips and into her cunt. She breathed slowly as she was stretched more than any usual cock. Her buttocks quivered with delight as she was filled, the sweet friction igniting the desire that had settled deep inside her the moment she had been brought naked onto the stage. The eyes of the crowd and the knowledge of everything that was to follow soon had her gasping. Her eyes alighted on the line of dildos and the four progressively larger ones that were still to be used on her - if she could stand to take them. The thought of each one sliding into her made her quiver and she closed her eyes, letting the sensation of her filled vagina flow through her. The sweet friction continued. Filled and stretched, it was a delight to be screwed by her Master. She closed her eyes, quivers running up and down her spine, making beads of sweat stand out along her skin. Her pussy throbbed with delight, her nipples hardening to points. Her brow creased and her lips pulled back from her teeth as her body contracted, aching for release.

'Master?' she cried after just a few minutes, 'May I come? Please?'