Leslie couldn't believe how good she felt the following morning. Not that she had slept much. Slowly, like a cat lounging in the sun, she stretched herself out. Taking up as much room as she possibly could in a bed you could literally get lost in.
Evan had proved to be every bit as good as she could have hoped for.
So had Eric!
Starting the evening out with Evan had been wonderful. He had proved to be a very caring and gentle lover. The fact that his cock was as thick as her wrist and as long as her arm once he'd jammed it home, had gone a long way to endear him to her.
And that wasn't counting the numerous times he'd swabbed her pussy clean with his tongue.
He'd done all he possibly could to make her a happy woman. Making it all the sadder when even the astounding endurance of his powerful body ground to a halt.
Leslie didn't have long to worry about it. Not five minutes after Evan had made his apologetic exit, another hulking young stud was knocking at her door. Eric turned out to be just as beautiful to look at. Thick slabs of muscle formed armor around his tall body. His cock didn't turn out to be quite as large as Evan's and his style of lovemaking was far different as well.
Evan had been thoroughly domesticated, ready to follow any command or suggestion made. Taking just as long as needed to make his Mistress happy. Wringing every possible orgasm from her before using up every bit of his energy.
Eric could be better described as a wild animal. Waiting, daring Leslie to tame him. Threatening to tame her if she wasn't careful. Going about it by battering her pussy into submission.
There was no tenderness or gentility to what he did. Eric was a throw 'em down and slam it to 'em sort. Were Evan had used the time between his orgasms to lick Leslie to heaven, letting his oral skills fill the intermissions, Eric's cock never seemed to tire. He was like a machine with the way he pumped that monster sized cock of his in and out of her.
Never seeming to be able to get enough of the brunette. Only taking out enough time to turn or fold Leslie into another position, then coming right back at her. Each time felt as if he had more vigor then before.
Their couplings grew more energetic as they learned about each others likes and soft spots. There wasn't a corner of the room, or a piece of furniture they didn't use in some way as they went at each other. The only reason they didn't do it hanging from the chandelier was because the fixture quickly acted as if it were about to pull loose from the ceiling.
Even when the young stud did blast off a load, it didn't do much to slow him down. His cock didn't go limp. If anything it wilted only slightly from it's full blown erection for a few seconds, but once it felt motion inside Leslie's cunt again, it roared right back to life.
Slamming and battering away at Leslie's insides until the early hours of the morning.
With all of his energetic screwing, Leslie couldn't help wonder how many dominants he had conquered. How many women had come into a room like this thinking they were going to use him for a sex toy, only to find themselves groveling at his feet instead? How many had then made fabulous offers to buy this stud away from Davis' stable?
Those and many other questions flittered through her head as Leslie took everything the stud slave had.
All and more!
Draining his cock until it hung limp between his legs. Then Leslie went into an act of her own. Taunting and teasing the man until he was sorry he couldn't convince his organ to rear up one more time. By morning light, he was the one begging. Won over completely by her beauty and talents.
Eric promised his new Mistress a galaxy of stunning orgasms, twenty-four hour stud service beyond anything she had ever encountered, if only she'd take him with her when she left.
Eric knew when he had met his match.
And he wanted more of what Leslie could do with him!
Making her smile all the more when she sent him off packing. She was really starting to get into this dominant lifestyle. Ordering people around wasn't all that bad a thing. Especially when they deserved a little kick in the ego, like Eric did.
It had meant something special to her being able to send him away. Ordering him to send back another slave to take care of the needs he hadn't been able to satisfy by himself.
Leaving Leslie to lay back, picturing in her mind what the next sex stud might be like when the knock came to her door.
"Come in. I've been expecting you."
"I fucking doubt it!" Kay yelled as she stomped into the huge bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.
The usually beautiful redhead looked more like an angry zebra where the color had gone wrong. Kay's skin was nicely tan. Giving extra contrast to her red hair, making the color stand out all the more rich and fiery.
Now it did the same for the red marks covering her body.
A body with was completely on display. Somewhere along the way she seemed to have lost what little she had to wear to begin with. The only thing she wore at the moment were the leather straps at her ankles, elbows, wrists and neck. Shiny black leather which matched that of her outrageously high heeled shoes.
"Kay! So… nice to see you."
"Yeah? I can just bet. Let's see if you feel the same after I put a few whip marks on your hide!"
"I'm sorry you're taking it all this way."
"Well I'm… What? How else am I supposed to feel?"
"Oh come on. We both know we get these missions because no one else can get the job done. So sometimes we have to go that extra distance. There was only one way we were going to get any information on both Davis and private entertainment he provides, that's why we're here," Leslie said as sweetly and even voiced as if she were addressing a Sunday school class.
Kay was still mad, but she was no longer charging towards Leslie. The reason she hadn't already thrown herself on top of Leslie to beat the crap out of her was the fact her wrists were locked behind her back.
"Yeah? Well that's real easy for you to say so long as it's me hanging by my thumbs. Did you see what they did to me after tanning my hide?"
"Afraid not. I was following up on some leads of my own."
"So you didn't even see it when they let me down, only to strap me onto some rolling cart? Well let me tell you, they took me on a little tour of the place, giving everyone a chance at playing with me."
"See? Wasn't all that bad then, was it?" Leslie smiled, acting as if Kay was only proving her right. "All those hands playing with your lovely body…"
"They sure as hell weren't being nice about it!" Kay exploded. "Every one of those assholes had to take a swat on my poor rump, or pinch my boobs! And the only time they touched my poor pussy, it was so they could pinch or slap it."
"Then what? Davis promised me he'd see to it you were taken care of," Leslie said as if she cared. Actually all she really wanted to know was when the next stud would show up. She wanted to milk this place for all the perks she could get.
"Oh they took care of me all right. They took me down to the fucking basement and dumped me there!"
"That's great work! Did you find any trace of Denise?" Leslie was doing her level best to sound interested, but her eyes were still locked on the front door.
"How could I? They had me trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey."
"Come over here and sit down." Leslie patted her hand on the huge mattress. "If they were done with their show, why did they keep you tied up?"
"It wasn't rope. If that's all it had been I probably would have gotten away by myself. But no, they slipped me into this big leather thing that could have been a wrist band for an elephant. It pinned my arms to my sides from shoulder to elbow and mashed my poor tits flat. There wasn't enough slack in the damn thing to let me even take in a breath. Then, as if that wasn't enough, they strapped my ankles together, and pulled them back up nearly to my collar. If the chest binder hadn't been so stiff, they would have had me bent into a backwards 'U'!"
Leslie's attention had been caught. Even after all the other things she had seen tonight, she still had problems trying to visualize what Kay had just described.
"All of that? I don't get it. I thought they were going to look after you, maybe put you in with some of the other slaves. You know, let you have a little fun," she said in way of explanation.
"Maybe they would have."
"If?" Leslie asked suspiciously.
Kay gave a shrug of her head. "If I hadn't bit the guy who had been whipping me."
"What?!"
"Well he'd been a real shit. He and that bimbo didn't need to do as much as what they did. So they were all standing around laughing about what a good job they'd done on me, and the guy was having some trouble getting that rubber ball out of my mouth. Hell, by that time it felt as if it had been made part of my throat. Anyway, after he loosened a couple of my teeth while yanking it free, his hand was dangling in front of me."
"So you bit him." Leslie couldn't believe Kay would do such a thing. How could she jeopardize the mission like that?
What if the guy got rabies and sued?
"Damn right I did! Might have been different if he had plugged me first. Looked like he had a pretty nice looking dick on him, but not only did he not put it to me, he wouldn't let anybody else take a go at me either. Kept mouthing off about how I hadn't been a good enough slave to deserve any pleasure."
"Sound's like you only got what you deserved," Leslie pointed out. Looking over to the door once more. Where was the next stud? Her puss was getting cold.
Kay had noticed her partner's preoccupation with the door. "The way you keep looking over there, he must have been pretty good."
"Who?"
"Your lead. The reason you couldn't hang around to protect me."
"Which one?" The words were hardly out of her mouth before Leslie wished she could recall them. Knowing what a drastic mistake she had just made.
"There was more than that one guy I saw you with? What, you were up here banging your kat off while I was stuck down in the basement having to lick cunt?"
"But I thought you said they had you tied up into a tight little ball," Leslie said as quickly as she could. Hoping to defuse the redhead's anger by keeping her talking if at all possible.
"Being real slaves they weren't about to set me free without permission, but that didn't mean they weren't feeling pretty frisky. If not for all the damn leather wrapped around me it might have even been fun. The only problem was that all the guys had been pretty well drained during the party, so they didn't feel much like playing with me. So all I had was the girls."
"There was this one guy who was joined us really late. He was so exhausted he could hardly move. Now I guess I know why. He'd been up here, slamming home the bacon with you no doubt."
Leslie shook her head with supreme innocence. "No, couldn't be. The only pumping going on in this room was for information. And it's starting to sound as if it wasn't such a bad time down in that cell."
"If I had spent the night snuggled up in a big comfy bed I might be thinking the same way too. But I was surrounded by a bunch slave girls who had been teased all night. Some of them may have gotten a squirt or two from some old coot, but they were all still horny as hell. And guess who was low tongue on the totem pole?"
"I imagine you fought back though. One or two bites on the pussy and most women would leave you alone," Leslie said as if it were really that easy.
"Except they were all expecting me to try something like that. So one of them grabbed hold of the strap holding my feet up to my neck, threatening to pull it tighter if I gave any trouble. I was already set to break in half. I'm surprised my legs still work at all. So I did what I was told. God, but there was a lot of slimey cunt in that cell for me to eat!"
"But did you find out anything about Denise?"
"Yeah. Her cunt wasn't there for me to clean out. You have any idea about how bad that much stale spunk tastes? It's not bad when you're taking it first hand, but when it's left stewing around for…"
"Spare me the details." Leslie's face was beginning to take on some unhealthy colors as she thought about it. "Is there anything else?"
"I should say so. We've got to get out of here." Leslie's body tensed. For the first time since Kay's appearance the brunette seemed ready for action.
"Why's that? Did you hear something? Are they on to us?"
"Worse! All those slaves are shaved. You know, down there. And most of them are pierced in a lot of very uncomfortable places."
Letting out a sigh, Leslie lowered herself back down onto the comfortable mattress. "I know I'll be sorry for asking, but what does that matter?"
"They noticed I still have my lovely fur and that I was unmarked by any rings or of identifying studs. Most of them were talking about how their owners would be more than happy to change that for me. We've got to get out of here before I lose my pretty bush!"
"Don't be a baby. They were only saying that because they saw how it upset you. Now settle down, I'll protect you," Leslie said in a comforting way.
"Yeah?" Kay was looking over her hide, counting the stripes. "You've done a hell of a fine job there so far."
"Stop it! Listen, we'll nose around as much as we can this morning, if we can't find anything useful we'll clear out. We'll be together the whole time, nobody's going to do anything weird with you so long as we're together."
"Ok, but I still think we should clear out. For some reason I have a bad feeling about this."
Finally the knock came that Leslie had been waiting for. At the same time, the dark haired girl gave a silent curse. After what she had just said she couldn't very well ask Kay to clear out just so she could have some fun with this new stud.
Damn it!
"Come in."
Did he ever. It was as dramatic as entrance as one could ever hope to make. The sex stud stood proudly in the middle of the doorway, making both women realize just how tall he was as they compared him with the tiny amount of space in the archway.
"Woof!"
Kay was about start acting foolishly as she stared at the guy. It was like looking at a young Conan. Curly long hair hanging down past his broad shoulders. Big and beefy with rippling muscles from head to toe.
"Oh Jesus! After being teased all night long, not getting any nookie, do you know how damn good he looks?"
For a scary moment, Leslie thought her partner was about to burst into tears. Leslie was looking him over as well, about to admit that this had to be a gift from the Gods.
So why did his timing have to be so damn bad?
Yes, she knew Kay had had a bad time of it. And yes, the girl probably even deserved having a spot of fun, but why now? Why with this beautiful creature that was rightfully hers?
Conan closed the door behind him, slowly stepping towards the bed. Moving as if stalking the two women there. His body had been lightly oiled, the soft lighting in the room playing over every facet of him. Bouncing and dancing playfully off of every muscle.
And there were so many of those!
"He's perfect. Oh, let me at him!" Kay hissed through a barely opened mouth. Keeping her lips closed so she wouldn't drool on herself.
It was a strain on their friendship, but Leslie couldn't find it in herself to deny Kay. But Leslie wasn't ready to completely do without.
"Slave!" she barked.
"Yes?" Conan and Kay answered in unison.
Leslie made a face at her partner before turning her attention back to the muscle bound playtoy. "I haven't had coffee yet. Call and get us some refreshments. And possibly more help," as she indicated to the fact there were two wanting females in the room needing servicing.
"As you wish Mistress," the stud said with a smile, reaching for the phone.
"God, don't you just love the way they do that," Kay sighed. "Anything you ask, and they just do it. Can we take some home with us?"
"Anything else?" Conan interrupted, his task now complete.
Leslie reached for the small key dangling from Kay's neck, figuring it had to unlock her cuffs. Then she handed it over to the mighty stud.
"Yes. See to my slave would you? Possibly that will stop her complaining mouth. Amuse and indulge yourself."
Kay couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of "GOODIE!", she was off the bed and rubbing herself over as much of the stud as her body could cover.
The huge stud wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting her with ease of picking up the morning paper. Shifting slightly, he changed his grip. Supporting her by cupping most of Kay's ass in one catcher's mitt sized hand. Bringing the redhead up high enough he could chew on her already hardened nipples.
"Oh God! I've died and this is heaven!" Kay said as she squirmed around, trying to get one of his supporting fingers to inch a little closer to her pussy. Or better still, into it!
She could hear him chuckling as he did everything possible to prevent giving the girl the penetration she so desired. He was going to make her wait for it longer. His mouth didn't stray from her breasts though. He was just wanting to make sure he got her to the boiling point before going on.
"God he's good! And, God I'm horny!" Kay cried.
She was doing all she could to lean into the hunk. Wishing he had freed her hands so she could hug his face to her chest. Filling his hot mouth with as much breast meat as she could stuff in there.
Leslie just looked on and pouted.
Acting like a little girl. Her arms crossed over her chest, doing what she could to ignore the sight before her.
Cursing. Damn it! That should be me melting in his arms, not her.
Not at all sure what she'd do if his cock turned out to be as huge as the rest of him was. Where was that other stud? What did a girl have to do around here to get a good pussy stuffing?
Conan seemed to have gotten his fill of Kay's chest and was lowering her back down to the floor. The hand he was holding her with made sure her legs were slightly spread, forcing her pussy to rub over his hip and thigh as he lowered her inch, by tantalizing inch.
The redhead couldn't prevent the moan which escaped her throat. She felt weightless, falling completely under the stud's magic spell. And she was sure that if he were to spend some more time rubbing her up and down over his heavily muscled thigh, she'd be cumming like crazy.
As it was, she nearly exploded when her leg brushed over his cock. That wonderful erection feeling so good against her heated skin.
Conan let Kay go and suddenly her legs didn't have enough strength to hold her up. As if her body had turned to jello, she slowly sank down to her knees. A position which didn't bother her, because it brought that thick lump directly in front of her face.
She knelt there mesmerized as his fingers untied the bows at his hips. The only things holding the G-string briefs in place. His cock all but exploded out at her, coming close to hitting Kay in the face.
More than ever before, she wished her hands were free. Seeing how truly beautiful his shaft was, Kay wanted, no needed, to touch it.
To handle it. Fondling it's heavy thickness with both hands.
And once she had a firm grip on the situation, stuff him in where she needed to feel him the most!
But she couldn't. That didn't mean she didn't appreciate the stunning sight before her. The thick cock had started off staring her in the face, now it was free of the confines of those tight briefs and in full view of such a desirable, naked woman, it was rearing up firm and tall.
Rising up past Kay's eyes.
It looked so good and she wanted it so badly, so the redhead didn't waste any time chasing after it. Unable to prevent herself, she closed her mouth over the deeply colored knob at the shaft's tip.
The big stud smiling as she did so. Letting her take a good long taste of his meat before he made any move at all. The motion he did make was to grab for the back of Kay's head. Holding her in place as he began rocking his hips at her.
"Ooouuoohhhh! Ouugght riiqqkkk iisss!"
Kay started to complain. Muffled sound making it's way from around her tightly packed lips. If she could have pulled away from his shaft, Kay would have told Conan where else he could put his tool. For as good as this prize cock tasted, or as bad as what she wanted it, this wasn't the way she wanted to receive him.
The stud didn't seem to mind one way or another. He was just happy with the discovery that he could wedge so much of his meat between Kay's wet lips. Her mouth felt so good, he decided to sample her oral talents a little longer. Grabbing onto Kay's head with both hands now, he began feeding more of his length to her.
Kay's cheeks and eyes bulged in direct proportion to how much cock she was taking on. Trying to get away from the sex slave did her no good. Conan's grip on her head and neck were too tight, and without the use of her cuffed hands she had no way to fight back.
So she made all the noise she could. Grunting and moaning in an attempt to get Leslie to come help. Only the dark haired girl was still laying in bed, arms crossed, being grumpy and pouting.
Not even watching as the stud raped Kay's face!
Not reacting in any way at all until she heard the knock at the door.
"About damn time! Come in," Leslie bellowed.
The door opened and in walked a stud who could have been Conan's younger brother.
"Took you long enough! Where's the coffee I…"
Right behind the stud was a serving cart pushed by yet another muscle bound man. By far he was the largest of the three men.
"Oh my!"
"I'm sorry Mistress. I misunderstood. I didn't know you already had a servant here," said the man pushing the cart. "One of us can leave if you like."
"Not bloody likely!" Leslie blurted. Her head bouncing as she looked from one thick bulge to the other.
"As you wish, Mistress. How would you like us to serve you?"
Leslie's mind flooded with a wealth of ideas. The thought of having both of these trained, super studs having at her simultaneously got her pussy flowing like a river. She was about to lay down and simply motion them to her, when she glanced over to Kay. Her partner had been through the worst of it on this case, so the least she could do was let Kay have her fun now.
Moving out from under the covers, Leslie crawled across the massive bed, heading right for the two sex servants.
"First of all, let's see what you've got," she told them.
Both men were smiling as they unveiled their heavy weaponry. Leslie nearly choked on her own tongue. She had no idea where Davis came up with these guys, but she was getting closer by the second to being willing to trade Kay away for one of them.
Just like all the other male slaves she had seen so far, the one who looked like Conan's brother had a delightfully huge hunk of meat hanging from between his legs. It might not have been as large as Conan's cock, but it was far beyond the national average. Certainly enough for a woman to notice as it plowed it's way through her.
The other man's tool though, now there was a cock!
It was still hanging straight down and it went half way to his knee. By the time she got him up and hard…
Well, it was mind boggling to think about just how big he might be!
"You," Leslie didn't even give the younger Conan a second look, she just waved her hand in his direction. "Go over and help with her. Fill her and do it good. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress," and the slave hurried over to join in with Kay and Conan.
"I'm Andy, Mistress. Are you ready for your coffee now?"
"Fuck the coffee! Where have you been all my life? Oooh! Come to momma, baby!"
Leslie had crawled off of the bed and continued on hands and knees until she was close enough to get both hands onto Andy's cock. The huge man stood absolutely still as she started pumping him fully erect.
"YES! Christmas has come early this year," she said just before wrapping her lips around his cock crown. Leslie had about as much a chance of taking all of him as what Kay had when the apple sized ball gag was forced past her lips.
Only in this case, Leslie wanted the stuffing she was getting.
"You're too kind, Mistress. Far too kind. And a very good cock sucker," Andy said.
His eyes darted over to the side of the bedroom where the Conan brothers were. Kay no longer seemed to be fighting to get away from the cock filling her mouth. Once she felt the nudging of the second erection pushing to get into her pussy, she'd settled right into the rhythm.
Conan still had the key to her cuffs in his hand, feeling safe for the first time in setting Kay's hands loose. She used one hand to brace herself against the duel cock thrusts, saving the other to help her as she attacked the cock in her mouth. Wrapping her fingers as tight as she could around his saliva slick meat.
Stroking him as she sucked.
The second stud was happily banging away at her pussy. Kay had been so wet and excited, he'd had no problem getting in. Now all he had to do was keep up with her.
With at least twenty inches of hard male equipment slamming into her, Kay was wondering how long it would take before the two cocks met somewhere deep inside her.
The two cock heads bashing together as the men fucked her.
Bathing each with the spunk of the other when she finally got them to shoot off.
Something Kay hoped to be doing several times!
It made for one hell of a show. If Andy hadn't been hard from all Leslie was doing to him, the sight of the three thrashing bodies over there would have gotten him set for action.
It was difficult for Andy to hold still. It was such a rare thing for him to find a girl who could take even a portion of his cock in her mouth, so he was relishing every second of what Leslie did to him.
Wanting to see just how far she'd be able to take it by herself.
But he had other things to do.
Orders he had to obey!
"That feels so good Mistress. Please, suck me all you want."
Leslie chucked around this mouth stuffer, feeling sure she'd be able to suck him off and still have plenty left for her pussy. She was enjoying having this massive hunk of man meat in her mouth so much, she didn't even mind when she felt Andy's hand move to her head.
It wasn't as if he was about to ready to take hold and start slamming himself at her in the same way Conan had done with Kay. This was more as if he were gently guiding her. Changing the angle she was at to where he could enjoy what she was doing to the fullest.
The dark haired beauty was so engrossed in what she was doing she never noticed as the hulking man's free hand wandered over to the serve cart he'd rolled in. Or see the fingers searching around under the linen covering the trolly. Coming out with a small aerosol sprayer.
"Can't tell you how sorry I am," he said as he aimed the little can at Leslie's face and pressed the top.
The girl's eyes were asking him, "What are you sorry about?" just before she froze.
Andy was laughing as he carefully repositioned Leslie's arms, leaving her down on all four, mouth hanging open, as he headed over to where Kay was getting it at both ends.
The lovely redhead didn't even have a chance to look over at him before Andy aimed the spray into her face.