Part 1-Things Fall Apart
Elaine Galway was a beautiful thirty year old woman. She stood about 5'2" tall with a slim build. Some would call it an Irish build with a flat stomach, small, firm breasts and long, slender legs. She had dark blonde hair that fell straight down to the middle of her back and a pretty face with full cheeks. Elaine had big, stunningly beautiful blue eyes that just seemed to draw your gaze and a glorious, shy smile. She had a wonderful body, silky thighs and shapely, if a bit thin, calves. She had finely sculpted shoulders and a neck that begged to be kissed and held. As if all this were not enough to make her desirable, she also possessed an exquisite ass, shapely and firm, that all men wanted.
Elaine awoke bound and naked. Freddie Eel was gone, she was all alone. She was also in pain. Her pussy and asshole were battered and abused, even her throat ached. Her legs and back still stung from Faybio whipping her with the belt. The men had done a number on her last night, how many times had she been fucked yesterday? She closed her eyes and tried to remember all that had happened; Roy, Greg, Leon, Faybio and Freddie; again and again they had used her. It had been exhausting, painful, humiliating and exciting.
Elaine tried to roll into a position that did not hurt, but could not find one. She pulled on her wrists, trying to get free. She knew all the men were leaving in the morning, they were probably all gone by now. What if Anna was gone, too? Who would free her? Could she get free on her own? At some point she would need to eat and drink. At some point sooner she would need to go to the bathroom. She tried to get her arms around front by sliding them under her legs. If she remembered correctly, these cuffs latched but did not lock. She slid her arms down and got them to her ankles. She was a little stiff and not as flexible as she normally was; a rough night of sex had taken its toll. She was about to get her arms around front when she heard a discouraging click and her arms could move no more. Somehow, she had managed to hook one of the wrists to one of the ankles and now she was even more stuck.
Elaine started to panic. She pulled and kicked. She tried to go back with her arms but could tell that whatever had latched had latched securely. These bonds were meant to hold a woman in place and that was exactly what they were doing now. She tried one massive attempt to kick out, to maybe break one of the loops or at least stretch them enough to slip out. All she succeeded in doing was to fall off the bed with a loud crash.
She landed on her shoulder; from the feel of it she would probably have a bruise or two to go with all of her other aches and pains. She started to cry out of frustration. Why hadn't Freddie untied her? She knew the answer to that: because he was a sadistic bastard who probably got a kick out of imagining her struggling to get free. Looking under the bed she could see the door to the room open and Anna's feet framed in the doorway. Elaine had never been so glad to see her keeper before.
"Slave?" Anna called out from the door. "Is that you?"
"Yes, ma'am," Elaine called out from the floor. "I fell off the bed. I need help, please, ma'am. I'm all tied up."
Anna snorted. "Yes, you would be." She walked over to the side of the bed where Elaine lay on the floor. When she saw the predicament Elaine was in, Anna started laughing uncontrollably. "And how, my pretty little slave, did you manage to do this?"
Elaine tried to explain, but realized that Anna really didn't want an answer. The tall German woman laughed for another minute then bent down and with a few quick motions unhooked Elaine's cuffs. As Elaine stood Anna took off the cuffs and collar, leaving Elaine completely naked.
"Another rough night, slave?" Anna said as she looked Elaine up and down.
"Yes, ma'am," Elaine answered.
"Go to your room," Anna told her, "get some rest and get cleaned up. If you are needed, I'll send for you later."
"Thank you, ma'am" and Elaine gratefully climbed up to her room. She made herself take a bath before resting. A shower would have been too painful on her abused body, but a cool bath felt wonderful. She was surprised how quickly the red marks from Faybio whipping her with the belt were fading. There were a few where he had really hit her hard that would linger for a few days, but most were already fading away. The skin was still tender, but it looked okay. She washed her hair; Freddie had left a couple of globs of cum in her hair that were difficult to get out, but she managed to get it clean.
On the verge of falling asleep standing up, she ate a quick snack and crawled into bed, grateful to be alone and resting. It had been a rough couple of days, she thought and fell into a deep sleep.
It was dark outside when Elaine woke up. She still ached from the night before, but was already feeling better. It seemed her body was getting used to this sort of thing. She had no idea what time it was and spent a few minutes reliving the previous night, thinking of how it felt to be forced to please all those men. She stretched, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
Elaine decided she was not ready to face the world yet. Maybe she could do some reading or just sit and veg out until she was needed. She climbed back in bed and turned on the light on her nightstand when she realized she was not alone in her room.
Anna sat on a chair facing Elaine's bed. She was sipping on a glass of white wine and twirling a collar in her other hand. Elaine relaxed a little, Anna with a collar for her was not uncommon, but there was something different. Anna was wearing a white, silk robe, tightly belted at the waist. Elaine could see her firm calves and black painted toe nails beneath the bottom hem of the robe. There was a predatory air about Anna that made Elaine very nervous.
