by Princess and Her treasure



  Chapter Two  

    Kayli stirred with a moan and twitched.  Something tapped at her nipple.  She tried to move her hand to brush it away but couldn’t.  She struggled to open her eyes and blinked in confusion.  She wasn’t in the study anymore.  She was… she was…  She arched as leather rapped on her bare nipple causing her to arch her back in helpless response.
    Her mind still clearing it took her a few moments to realize that she lay on a table, legs spread and cuffed, her arms pulled and secured over her head.  Mistress stood over her with a crop that she had dancing on Kayli’s nipples, causing her to jolt like a suddenly electrified wire, while Pablo stood hungrily at Kayli’s feet.
    He stared at the girl.  Unconsciously, he licked his lips.  He watched Mistress toy with the girl, knowing that this was just a bit of light play.  Before the main event.   He'd seen Mistress break in the new ones, and knew that the night would be a long one, and that he would be allowed to play too.  His years of servitude had been well rewarded, and his role as Alpha Slave had fit him well.   As he watched her, he saw the fear light in her, and noted it.    He was familiar with that particular look.  He had worn it often in the past before finding his home here with Mistress.  He made an effort to change his expression to one less threatening, and lightly touched her foot.  He was shocked for a moment when she bucked hard against the gentle touch, then after the second it took his mind to focus,  he understood.   Mistress looked down at him, reassuring him with her eyes, bidding him to continue soothing her.
    The feral smile on his lips frightened Kayli a bit, it seemed similar to that of her old Master, but maybe it was missing... something.  He had a look like that just before he would use her mercilessly, usually leaving her laying on the cold cellar floor for hours, or days, depending on his mood. She shivered, trying to make sense of all the sensations.  The crop, the fear, the  ridiculous amount of wetness between her thighs, the dancing of her nipples.   When her foot had been touched, she was unable to stop the reaction of her body, she'd tried not to jerk away, tried not to give away that particular secret, but she failed.  The horrible foot tortures she'd been subjected to still haunted her nightmares, and she was ashamed that she'd forced the Master to punish her so often.  She was a bad slave and now even here, they would know it.    Her embarrassment colored her skin instantly, and of course, Mistress knew right away.
    “No shame in this house slave.”
    “Yes Mistress.” she whispered
    Allanah smiled down at the girl and instead of the punishment she was expecting, leaned down and kissed her softly first on the forehead, then on her lips.  She stayed there for a moment, deepening the kiss.  When she finally broke the kiss, she leaned to whisper to Kayli, “You are my cherished property now, not a thing lower than dirt.  Hold your head high in all that you do and you will please me.  All that you are afraid I will find out, I already know.  Do not fear sweet little one.  You are now mine.”  And with that, she stepped away from the girl.
    Kayli looked up at her, tears streaming, and whispered, “I promise I will become what you see, Mistress.”  She wasn’t even sure that Mistress could have heard that, and maybe she didn’t want her to.  But somehow, Mistress saw her as something more, something better.  Kayli ached to be that, to have Mistress look on her with pride that she had reached this goal.
    Pablo’s hand had never left her foot, caressing it.  Kayli pulled against the restraints at the odd combination of fear and pleasure it was causing in her.  She could hear Mistress across the room. His hand slid up the inside of her leg, the strong fingers oddly gentle.
    Kayli  tried to hold still, yet found her body arching, her legs straining to close on the hand, aching to trap it.  What was wrong with her?  She had never been like this before.  She heard Pablo chuckle softly at her reaction.  She felt anger well up inside her at him.  He was just another slave here.  Sure he was the top slave, but…
    She strained at the restraints as she cried out at the surge of pleasure that coursed through her body.  She dropped back to the table shaking at the intensity of it and glared at Pablo who just grinned back at her, as if he had been reading her mind moments before.  He continued to play with her foot, leaving her whimpering and shaking with the little surges of pleasures.
    Allanah returned to Kayli’s side, “He’s very talented.  I haven’t been able to bear sending him away.” She ran her sleek fingernails over Kayli’s breast, toying with nipple absently, “Pablo, do that thing you do with the toes that I like so much.”
    “Yes, Mistress,” he replied and gave Kayli a wicked smile before he bent over her feet and held her foot so she could not move it and swirled his tongue over her helpless toes.
    For a moment, Kayli held perfectly still, her eyes wide, as new sensations played through her body.  Then, as her breathing began to speed up, a look of desperation filled her eyes.  She looked up at Mistress in half panic.
    “Why do you fear it?” She said softly, smoothing back Kayli’s hair with one hand, her other hand still playing with the nipple.
    Kayli shook her head in confusion, “I d-don’t k-know, Mistress.  You’ve g-given me so m-much tonight. I s-shouldn’t have any m-more.”
    Allanah pinched the nipple, causing Kayli to gasp and then released, “I am your Mistress.  It is up to me to decide if you have had enough or not.  Your previous owners were fools.  It appears that some things we may just have to retrain you completely on, and pleasure may be one of them.  Pleasure is not a punishment, nor is it something for you to be ashamed of. “
    Kayli arched and twisted in the restraints as Pablo’s tongue did magic with her toes and the need in her body began to pound.  Her mind was in turmoil.  Master Allan had seldom let her cum saying that as a slave she didn’t deserve it, and Master Tim… she was just glad that she was free of him and his basement.
    Pablo’s tongue moved quicker and Kayli shrieked as the pounding in her rose sharply.  She couldn’t keep her eyes open against the sensations and need.  “P-p-please, M-Mistress, p-please! I don’t t-think I c-can h-hold it back any more!
    “Cum for me, Little One,” Allanah whispered in her ear, and watched the girl obey beautifully.  It was going to take some work to train out the abuse, but the results were going to be spectacular.
    Allanah made a signal to Pablo and he gently released Kayli’s toes.  She lifted up the suede flogger and drew the cascade of strands across the slave girls chest and belly, “Tell me slave, when was the last time you were flogged or whipped?”
    Kayli, still luxuriating in the sweet afterglow of the orgasm, had frozen as still as possible, “W-with Master Tim, about a year ago.”
    “Hmmm,” Allanah kept moving the strands of the flogger over the girl’s skin, especially over her highly sensitive breasts, “Did you enjoy it?”
    Kayli remembered dangling from her wrists, the rope cutting into her skin, Master Tim’s clammy hands forcing the leather hood over her face. And then hearing the whip seconds before the fire of it ate into her skin, the force of it turning her.
    “Focus on me, Kayli!” a pinch of her nipple pulled her back, the leather teasing her skin, Pablo watching her with a hunger that made her ache.
    Kayli shook her head, “No, Mistress.  I did not enjoy it.”
    Allanah flicked her wrist with skill and the lengths of suede flicked over Kayli.  To her surprise, she gasped with delight at the sensation and found herself aching for more.  Another flick followed and then another.  The flicks became gentle strokes and Kayli fell captive under the rhythm of the flogger.
    She smiled and looked down at the girl.  The next question she asked shocked Kayli.  She hadn't expected it at all, and was caught completely off guard when Mistress asked her, “Why not?” It hadn't occurred to Kayli that she should have an opinion of it, let alone that she might be asked to share her feelings about what was done to her.  So many times she'd been told that what she wanted didn't matter.  She sputtered and tried to form her thoughts into a cohesive sentence. 
    Suddenly the flogger came down on her nipples with a gentle sort of force that brought her back to her center of focus-- Mistress.  She continued the gentle flogging of Kayli's breasts and asked again, “Why not? Why didn't you enjoy the flogging slave?”
    How could she explain the horror of it?  But she was naked and tied here, too.  She was helpless, again.  That had not been it.  No, indeed not.  All that served to arouse her now.  Kayli looked up into Mistress’ patient eyes and realized what she did not see.  She did not see the triumphant disdain of one who has conquered another.  She did not see hate ill disguised as power.
    “I d-did not enjoy it, M-Mistress, b-because M-Master Tim wanted m-me to hurt.  It g-gave him p-pleasure.” Kayli felt odd saying that.  It was the closest she had ever come to saying anything bad about Master Tim to another Dominant.  She felt like she had crossed a line of some sort.  She had regretted the year contract she had signed with him almost immediately, and he had kept her in the basement for most of that year chained or locked or caged in some manner.
    The flogger snapped on her breast again pulling her back again to Mistress.
    “Very good Little One.  You make me proud.” The flogger danced across her naked flesh, the hypnotic rhythm once again capturing her within the melodic strikes upon her skin.   She barely heard Mistress say “Most slaves take months, years to realize  their own true reason.  It took you seconds at best.  Oh my! I will have fun with you.”  Allanah was extremely excited.  She saw the girl's reaction to the flogging, the way she danced under the strands of the tool, the way she got wetter each time the flogger landed on her skin.  The signs of her enjoyment flooded through the years of ridiculous training in denial.  Allanah knew it was against the girl's will, that she was trying to hold back, trying not to show how much she was enjoying it all, finally she was ready to truly begin.
    Mistress stopped the heavenly rain of the soft strands of the flogger suddenly.  She leaned over the girl in such a way that her breasts grazed Kayli's shoulder, sending a shiver of pleasure through her.  The soft voice in her ear was soothing, yet exciting--how did she do that?  Mistress whispered to her, “From this moment on, I will no longer tolerate your holding back-- with one exception.  You will cum only on my command.  You will give me your complete focus, your honest reactions, and you will let me judge weather or not you deserve what I intend on giving you, weather it be pleasure or punishment.  Do you understand slave?”
    “Yes, M-Mistress.” Kayli contemplated the gift she'd just been given.  Somehow it seemed too good to be true, too much for someone as undeserving as--wait!  Mistress had told her she must accept what she is given without question.  She toyed with the words in her head, but her reverie was interrupted when Mistress nipped sharply at her ear .  The sharp intake of breath stunned Kayli, it doubly surprised her when she realized it was her own.  She moved her hand to clamp it over her mouth, only to be reminded that it was fastened tight to the table.  Mistress stood and smiled, her long nails dragging over  her slave's firm breasts and lovely stomach.  The skin soft, even with the few marks that still remained.   She'd be rid of those soon enough.  Allanah loved having one of the worlds most noted dermatologists at her beck and call.  She brought herself back to the matter at hand.  What to do with the delicious slave in front of her. 
    “Tell me slave, what training do you have in pleasuring a woman?”
    Kayli hesitated a moment even while she squirmed on the table, hungry for more, “No training, Mistress.”
    “Then I won’t have to un-train any bad habits, will I?” Mistress smiled at her with a smile that made Kayli’s toes curl.
    “No, Mistress,” she whispered back, straining now at the fingertips that traveled over her skin, moaning in desperation.
    “You don’t need a great deal of training to convey your need, slave.  I think your sweet mouth will do wonderfully.  Use your tongue to show me your desire and need. Tell me how much you want to serve me with your lips, Little One,” Allanah commanded softly.
    Moments later she straddled Kayli, her naked flesh gleaming in the subdued lighting of the dungeon.  Pablo groaned at the scene in desire for both of them as he watched Kayli, breathing fast, lift her head and take a tenuous lick and then another a little bolder.
    Mistress smiled at him with a smoldering gaze and caressed her breasts, motioning for him to remove his pants at last.  His eyes never leaving hers, he stepped out of them as quickly as possible, his cock springing free and erect.  He saw the expression of pleasure of her face as Kayli’s tongue found a sensitive spot.
    “Oh yes, Slave, there is a good spot, again…. Mmmmm… lovely…. Such tenderness…”
    Pablo tried to hold still, but watching the two of them was torture.  He watched Kayli strain and squirm in the bonds to get a better position and heard her slurp as she licked, moaning almost frantically when Mistress teased her clit for a mere second.
    Allanah gasped softly, her head falling back with the strength of the sensation that had shot through her.  Kayli’s slurping noises were louder now, more urgent, her hips were desperately trying to thrust at something.
    “Pablo, come,” Allanah invited, her own voice throaty with passion. “Fill her need, and yours.”
    “Yes, Mistress!” He said, eagerly mounting the table and then Kayli.  He slid into her, marveling at how tight she was, how wet and hot. She felt so good, he wanted to stay in her like this for hours.  He heard her cry out in muffled surprise and then try to ride him, squeezing him with her body.  He moaned in pleasure and thrust in rhythm with her.
    Mistress took his hands and put them on her breasts and he began to massage and squeeze them in time with the thrusts. Kayli began to spasm under him, and he could feel her on the edge of orgasm, knew he could push her over by thrusting just a bit harder, and he backed off, keeping it from her.
    Kayli teetered for a moment on the edge, then felt it pulled away from her.  She was both furious and relieved.  She pressed herself to Mistress with renewed passion and desire and licked and swirled her tongue, teasing and tasting and probing, trying to remember where that spot was that pleased her so much.  Her mouth ached, her body ached, she needed that orgasm, please Mistress, oh god please!
    “Cum for me slaves.”
    Pablo thrust hard into Kayli once, twice and then came in long hard spurts.  The two hard thrusts did what he thought they would and shot Kayli over the edge into a screaming orgasm of pleasure so pure that it would take hours for Kayli to come down from it. Allanah came too, her pleasure peaking in sync with her slaves.
    Sated, Allanah got off the table and looked at her unconscious slave girl with a smile.  Tenderly she undid the restraints.  Pablo helped, a satisfied smile on his face.
    “Carry her to the bath, and be careful. She is very sensitive right now.”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    Allanah quickly put away the tools they had used before joining Pablo and Kayli in the large bathroom.  She had set the huge tub on fill when she brought the girl into the dungeon.  The heaters had kept it warmed and ready.
    Careful not to wake her, they slid her into the warm water, Allanah getting into the tub first.  Pablo was amazed to see Kayli shudder in several little orgasms during the quiet bath that Mistress gave her.
    “She will be able to cum quite easily for a while yet,” she whispered as she maneuvered her out onto thick towels, wrapping her up to keep her warm while Pablo dried Allanah.
    Kayli’s eyes fluttered open briefly while she was being tucked into the huge four poster bed.  She saw the velvet hangings and felt the silken sheets against her skin, felt the surge of an orgasm sweep through her as her nipple brushed the sheet.  She tried to find the words to apologize for cumming without permission.  She felt an arm around her, comforting her, smelled the soft perfume she was already connecting with Mistress and drifted back into the dreamless sleep of perfect peace.
    Allanah smiled as the sweet little slave lost consciousness for the third time, and brushed a hand across her cheek.  The angelic smile on her face was very pleasing to  her Mistress.  She was definitely going to be a most prized slave.  There was quite a bit of work to do, but she was going to love that work, indeed.  Allanah thought about tomorrow's activities and decided that the usual training ritual would not work with this one.  Since it had been done to the extreme already, her history precluded any sort of breaking down. 
    She growled at the thought of what had been done to her new Little One, and considered reporting that bastard to the committee.  She'd suspected that he may have been abusing his slaves, but had no damning proof until now.  She mulled it over in her head for a few moments and realized that the word of a slave would not be enough to have him thrown out of the association.  But she smiled wide when she reached a  conclusion on the matter that only she could. 
    “That would work out very well indeed,” she chuckled. She laughed openly, and only stifled the slightly wicked laughter when she felt Kayli stir a bit in her arms.   Looking down at the angel again, she refocused on the training she would use. 
    “No, the usual just won't be effective in this case will it My Girl?”  Mistress pulled her close, switched off the soft light at the head of the bed and pressed against her.  She slid one hand down her front and stopped just at the beginning of her still warm, still wet pussy.  With a devilish smile she pressed her fingers gently forward and manipulated Kayli's clit.  It took exactly six hand movements before she climaxed once again.  Allanah was feeling especially wicked tonight and decided to have just one more.  Instead of stopping, she masturbated the sleeping girl right through the completion of that orgasm to another and enjoyed the shaking of her body against her own.   It was no surprise, but rather amusing to Allanah when she didn't fully wake, even while cumming.     
    Tired and full of excitement for the next day's activities, Allanah rested her head on the thick pillow and  fell quickly asleep.