More Life Changes For Slave Elaine

It had been several days since elaine had endured a full day of her owner's attention while he worked from home. Her jaw still ached and her lips were puffy and swollen leaving her with a bee stung look. Her pale smooth skin also bore the marks from his cane. The raised welts and bruises had begun to slowly heal, although they were still visible while fading to various colorful stripes along her hind quarters and the full heavy mounds of her breasts. When summoned to his presence, she moved a bit more slowly these days, the lingering result from spending hours beneath his desk fellating his cock until he had decided he was pleased with her efforts.

Correction and instruction had continued to be a part of her daily inspection, administered not just from his cane, but since the day he had kept her on her knees, panting, begging and sobbing, there was the added harsh and brutal impalement from a cruel thick anal plug as well. It had been the largest size in a set of four, meant to be the one used at the end of the training, not the beginning. And yet, after her morning enema, he forced the thing in her torn, often swollen and bruised hole, leaving her aching and in constant pain until he allowed its removal, sometimes not for several hours.

This morning had been no different from many of the previous mornings spent in servitude to her owner. She had been bent over the side of the tub, hips lifted, head hanging down, her arms braced to hold her body still for this further humiliation and painful cleanse. Her face hidden by the fall of her tangled hair, eyes closed, wincing, although not daring to object or to cry out in protest, she had endured the sharp white hot pain as her owner forced the hated plug into her broken, bruised, and unhealed anal ring. With a final rinse, he had helped her into her harness, pulled her upright and with the leash firmly attached to her collar, led her out of the bath and toward the main floor of the house, leaving her to follow after him, as best she could. The plug was firmly seated in her ass. Her breasts were bound and pulled up and out by the tight fit of the harness, nonetheless, the large mounds still swayed and jostled as she trotted after him in her awkward and frantic gait.

However, the normal routine of this particular morning was about to change. After elaine was prepared for her morning inspection, her leash still securely attached, just as the couple reached the large hall that acted as a foyer and entryway to the home, the doorbell rang, freezing elaine in her tracks. The ringing bell that announced a visitor at their door, didn't seem to surprise her owner at all. With long firm strides, he continued on until he reached the door in another few seconds, flinging it wide and greeting the man that stood there with a warm and inviting welcome. The two men shook hands, exchanging pleasantries. The visitor came inside, pausing for a brief moment to take in the sight of elaine, panting a little from her rushed and awkward scramble, her body naked but for the harness, the leash, held tightly in her owner's hand.

A hot rush of humiliation and acute embarrassment flooded her body, when stealing a glance at this unexpected visitor, she realized instantly she knew him. elaine had in fact met him on numerous occasions and actively disliked him. He was married to one of her friends, another young wife. The two women had often gone out together. It was this man's wife that had been with her the night of her drunken table dance. The final incident that had convinced her husband to dispose of her by selling her to sex traffickers. Her reprieve only happened at the last moment when he had decided that rather than sell her to others, he would keep her for himself, training her to be an obedient and compliant sex slave. The training had been brutal and often cruel, leaving her in a constant state of confusion, pain, remorse and contrition. But for all that it had actually been quite effective in bringing her to heel.

The moment lengthened, elaine standing mute and frozen until, with a jerk on her leash her owner directed her harshly, "Don't just stand there cunt, welcome our guest properly!"

Jerked back to awareness, both by the tug on he leash and the harsh stinging command, the slave scrambled to obey, crawling quickly to the visitor's feet, kneeling first back on her heels and then going to all fours with another jerk of her leash.

The visitor fixed his gaze on the groveling woman, her healing colorful bruises and welts standing out in stark relief against her pale creamy skin. The tight leather harness accentuated her naked body, seeming to highlight all the usable parts. His booted foot casually pressed against her raised hind quarters. With a flex of his ankle, and an increase in the pressure against her raised hips, she collapsed back to the floor on her belly.

Continuing to gaze down on the crumpled woman, "What do we have here?" he asked.

A sharp slap from the visitor to her bottom brought elaine back up to her knees. The leash was pulled once more, urging her to move. With such little slack in its length, the leash pulled so tightly, the slave had no choice but to follow as both men began to make their way down the large marble hall. elaine crawled, desperately trying to keep pace with them as they all headed toward the arched doorway that led into the den and the luxuriously appointed home office. Pausing just inside the room's entrance, the harnessed woman, still moving a bit awkwardly and trembling badly, felt the impact of her surroundings. A quick and frantic glance around the room confirmed this had been where many of her most humiliating and painful training sessions had taken place.

Once through the doorway, she felt the visitor's gaze like a burning laser on her. every move. He seemed to be taking in each humiliating detail of her subjugation and enslavement. Her Master led her on her leash to the middle of the room, adjusting her stance and the presentation of her body, using his cane until he was satisfied with her placement. Then with no warning, her leash was handed over to the visitor!

Confused, looking around for her owner, her head was jerked back, the leash pulled taut until she raised up to keep from being choked. A sort of angst and sick fear rolled in her belly until she thought she might be sick. She realized this was to be more than just a casual humiliation to show off her trained obedience. She and this visitor had a history, and it wasn't a good one. In the past, she had been openly hostile and contemptuous toward him. In her former life, from the safety of her position as a pampered trophy for her husband, she had taken every opportunity to embarrass the man and treat him poorly as she didn't only dislike him, she had felt he was beneath her socially. But now in a horrible twist of fate, he held her leash.

With a sharp slap across her bottom, her owner instructed her in a few short, terse words to please the visitor in any manner he wished. "You are to serve and obey our guest, understood?" He didn't wait for a reply just moved toward the door.

Calling back as he strode out of the room, he told the visitor, "As you requested."

Motioning to the kneeling and stunned woman, "I give you elaine, my own personal sex toy and slave to enjoy for the next few hours."

Chuckling as he left, adding one last caveat. "Just make sure to leave me a little something for when I return, will you?"

Another slap this time from the leather of the leash, elaine jerked and yelped, quickly crawling forward, intent on escape. A wild notion to crawl after her Master and beg him to stop this, surely he had made a mistake. She struggled to her feet in an effort to move faster as the door was only a few feet away. A moan of desperation as she caught sight of her Owner's departing back. Determined, she practically ran through the doorway. She had some half formed frantic idea that once there she could find a place to hide in the house. A house that she knew so much better than the visitor. It was a chance, but one she was intent on taking.

But then she was brought up short by the leash. It was almost comical how easily she was pulled off her feet and dragged back into the room. She landed with a thud on the floor in front of a grouping of overstuffed club chairs that were placed around the space, allowing for easy conversation among guests.

The focal point of the room was usually the fireplace, where a fire was already burning this morning providing extra warmth and a sense of coziness. However, today, it was clear, the focal point of conversation was to be elaine. Still kicking and struggling she began to sob and beg, but the visitor never paused, just continued to pull the struggling women across the room and to his feet. She ended up in a heap in front of one of the large and comfortable chairs where the visitor had seated himself, legs sprawled wide. Curling her leash around his fist, he pulled her still resisting body to rest between his thighs, her tear wet face tilted to look up at him. His voice was low and filled with an ugly intensity that promised she would remember this day for a long, long time. Just the sound of it was enough to bring fear and trepidation racing over her as it slapped at her like the flicks of a stinging whip. Every syllable was clear and promised retribution.

"Now show me what that smart whore's mouth of yours is really used for," he demanded.

Lifting her head in weary acceptance of her fate, resting up on her knees between his thighs, her lips parted, her mouth gaping into a soft rounded O, the slave swayed forward, the need to appease the visitor of paramount importance to her continued survival.

He was impatient now, his hand at the back of her head, pushing her forward. But even with her jaw hinged impossibly wide, she was not able to take him fully in her mouth. He was not overly long, maybe only six inches, but his cock was almost malformed as it was so thick, and seemed to have the circumference of a soda can. She gurgled and gasped, licking and eagerly sucking, but her jaw would not open any wider. It was almost as if he expected as much and yanking at the leash, he turned her around until her hips were lifted in offering to him. He grasped her ankles and pulled her halfway onto the chair and his lap, her thighs pulled apart as if she were a wishbone. He settled her ankles on either side of the chair, keeping her face and shoulders resting against the floor, her elbows acting as braces.

With an efficiency that said he had given this some thought and had perhaps performed this very maneuver with more than one woman's struggling body and often. The hold allowed him to restrain her easily in place. Casually, slowing now as if savoring her predicament, her body open and available for his use, he adjusted her harness for access, while smoothly raising his own hips. Sliding forward with no warning, he slammed into her wet slick sex. At the impact, she squirmed and squealed, her screams muffled into the floor as he worked his thick cock in and out of her burning and aching hole. Using her harness, gripping it tightly he was able to move her body back and forth, his biceps bulging even as his stout, thick cock reamed her cunt until she thought she would never be able to walk again. High pitched keening wails, and screams drifted up to him as he punished her, his short thick pole tightly squeezed and massaged inside her pummeled sex. At the same time, the poor slave's ass was still filled with the thick anal plug leaving even less room for the man to enjoy in her cunt. It didn't trouble him in the least. He just continued to painfully stretch her as if he were fisting her sex, pounding her until her tits, in spite of the tight harness, slapped together, leaving her nipples as they were dragged back and forth across the carpet, becoming swollen, red and raw.

Finally slowing his assault on her body, the visitor groaned in pleasure, his cock buried inside her clenching cunt as deeply as it was possible for him with his short and stout tool. The woman moaned and writhed back onto his lap, face down on the floor, her moans and whimpers of pain muffled as he kept her pressed down between his legs. His cock kicked, releasing a deluge of ejaculate filling her sex, and spilling down her thighs as she hung off the chair. A few last pumps to finish emptying himself into her throbbing cunt found him satisfied that all rebellion had been quelled and she was sufficiently broken to embrace and accept her place as his temporary sex toy.

Narrowing his eyes as her cunt continued to quiver in spasm, milking him with an even tighter contraction, the thought occurred to him, her Master owed him more than a fleeting encounter with the slave. He had, in a fit of impulsive anger, shipped his own wife off to an island that served as headquarters to a group of sex traffickers. The Cabal of traffickers were used by men of his stature and wealth, at least on occasion. Their purpose to dispose of unwanted girlfriends, or even wives. The hapless women were often never to be seen or heard from again. However, out of a sense of morbid curiosity, he had kept track of his former wife. He had been told she was now a favorite among the guards. In his mind's eye he pictured the group of rough and unkept men that were used to protect the island along with the women that were kept there, waiting for disposal. Some would be sold through auction and other placed as favors in private households, if it was requested. He shouldn't be surprised the little slut had found her place serving these men.

But this one, she was different. Looking down with a bemused fondness on the squirming woman, still impaled on this rapidly softening cock, sighing in resignation and acknowledgement, this one, once a haughty bit of fluff, she was special. Even humbled, beaten and fucked, there were something about her, but then there always had been for him. The feelings she invoked had always surprised him, and at this moment made him extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to pull her fully into his lap and ease himself around her, to comfort and caress her trembling body.

He knew elaine had never liked him, but releasing the snap of her harness, allowing the tight straps to slide and tangle around her ankles, he ran his eyes over her exposed body once more. He took in the many welts and bruises that marred her once flawless and creamy skin. His sharp gaze noted her distended and bruised anus. Almost tenderly he reached and gently worked the brutal plug from her ass, hearing her soft sobs of pain as he pulled it from her body. Then finally giving into the impulse, he pulled her fully up onto the chair, settling her in his embrace. He curled her body up against his own, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder, the soft sobs of relief, shuddering through her while he held her and comforted her as best he could.

His mind worked the various outcomes and possibilities while he held the woman, one that was sure to hate him even more if he followed through on his impulse. He was almost certain he was going to offer to buy her from her husband. It was clear from her position at this moment, in this very room as she curled in his lap, exhausted and spent, she was no longer a wife, not even holding the esteem of a treasured possession. From the looks of her body, she was being beaten and abused daily. In a burst of introspection he knew her plight might not be much better with him. After all he had just spent hours punishing her woman's sex and he admitted to himself he had very much enjoyed every single moan and whimper. It had kept him hard and increased his pleasure as he pumped in and out of her body. Sadistically he had reveled in her pain, along with her humbling and groveling acquiescence to his every demand.

The fire continued burning in the grate, its cheerful crackling suffusing the room with warmth and a flickering glow that was peaceful in its way. The room's atmosphere went a long way in aiding the man and woman as they slowly slipped into a restful doze ensconced in the comfortable depths of the chair. The afternoon, giving way to the early evening, the couple continued napping. At one point the visitor shifted the woman's weight a bit in his lap, reached behind him and pulled the cashmere throw over their entwined bodies, and then settled back to sleep.

And that was how the woman's husband and present owner found the couple after he returned home. Upon entering the room he had been half expecting to find his slave injured beyond healing, or worse. Instead she was being cradled in her tormentor's arms and sleeping.

He felt a shaft of envy, and firming his jaw he demanded in a harsher tone than he intended, signaling his jealousy, "Well, I hope you had your fun, ready to leave Tom?"

Lazily yawning, the man in the chair looked up, opening his eyes, settling the exhausted and sleeping slave deeper into this embrace.

Frowning a little at the other man's tone, he said, "No, as a matter of fact, not nearly enough, fun....and no, I'm not ready to leave?"

Easing out of the chair while jostling the women as little as possible, the visitor wrapped her carefully in the cashmere throw. Standing, completely unfazed by his own nakedness, he casually reached for his pants, and stepped into them, while the woman in the chair barely stirred. He motioned for her owner to move away from the sleeping slave and farther across the room. Seemingly a bit stunned at the turn of events the man acquiesced, and followed the visitor to another seating area on the other side of the fireplace.

Keeping his voice low but demanding, the woman's owner asked, "What the hell happened?"

With a sheepish grin and a glance over at the sleeping woman, the visitor smiled and shrugged, "I guess elaine happened," he replied.

"What the fuck does that even mean," her owner demanded?

"Well for starters, I guess it means I want to make an offer to buy her from you," the visitor answered.

Abruptly and with thinly disguised ill humor her owner replied, "She isn't for sale, and even if she were, why would I let you have her, at any price?"

The men had known each other a long time, were friends and business colleagues. They had gone to college together, and years later had even eventually married about the same time, both to women that were considerably younger than they were. but the wives had caused their respective spouses no end of trouble. The men had taken different paths to a solution to their unhappy home lives. elaine's husband had decided to keep her, training her himself, to serve him, the visitor sending his wife off to be sold and used. Now only one of the women was here, and as of today, after having been used by her husband and owner, as well as an afternoon with the visitor, both men wanted to keep her for their own.

Looking over at his wife naked and curled in the chair, her husband felt an unwanted pang of concern as he saw even in her sleep, a frown between her eyes. There was a little grimace of pain, moving across her face, along with a soft shuddering sigh easing from between her parted lips.

"This must have been one hell of an afternoon," elaine's owner remarked.

Shaking his head, the visitor replied, "No, not really, just a good hard fuck. But she wasn't in all that great of shape when we started." The visitor continued, asking, "What the hell have you been doing to her my friend?"

The visitor spoke in a tight voice, addressing elaine's current owner, "I can see she is bring beaten, and often. She also seems completely exhausted, and not just from our little play time here today, but a deep down, chronic fatigue."

Taking note of the immaculate condition of the room, the home in general, including that highly polished marble floor, the visitor gave elaine's owner an almost accusing glance while asking, "This big house, there is no one else here, no daily help or even a cook. You give them all the day off?"