Party Favour

It was a warm summer’s evening when Jade arrived at the mansion. The sun sat low in the sky, and the smell of hot pavement rose around her as she walked to the front entrance. She knocked. Within a few seconds the door opened.

Mistress Heather stood on the other side wearing a short black dress with a white band at the waist, her long dreads tied up at the back of her head. Thick black eyeliner framed her brown eyes, and dark red lipstick forming a smile that threatened the suffering ahead.

“Come in,” she said simply. Jade obeyed, stepping into the hallway and closing the door behind her. “Follow me.”

Heather’s tone stayed flat and commanding. Stiletto heels clicked against marble as she led the way down the narrow wood panelled corridor. Photographs lined the walls, smiling strangers looking out as they passed. At the end of the hall they went through a small door into the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air coming from the drip filter machine on the black marble counter top.

“Remove your clothes. Put on your collar, cuffs, and nipple clamps, and bring us coffee,” Heather said. “We’ll be through here.”

She did not look back as she left through the sitting-room door.

Jade obediently slipped out of her jeans and underwear, unbuttoned her blouse, and folded everything neatly on a chair at the kitchen table. She fastened the collar around her slender neck, locked the cuffs at her wrists, and clipped the clamps onto her nipples, hissing softly as the teeth bit down into her soft pink flesh. Then she proceeded to pour the coffee, placing three mugs and a small jug of milk on a serving tray. When it was ready she lifted the tray and carried it through to her waiting fate.

A long leather corner sofa ran along the far wall, one section jutting out into the room. Mistress Heather sat in the middle. Mistress Klara was on one side of her, and Mistress Maya on the other. They were deep in conversation, and did not look up as the girl entered the room.

Jade crossed the carpet, dropped to her knees in front of them, and offered the tray with her head bowed as she had been trained. They each took their cup without a word. Then Maya took the empty tray and struck the kneeling slave girl hard across the shoulder with it. The blow knocked her off her knees onto the floor as Maya rose.

“You took fucking long enough, whore.” she barked at the girl.

“I... I’m sorry, Mistress,” Jade stammered, cowering.

“Look at me.” commanded Maya.

With difficulty Jade lifted her eyes. Maya’s piercing blue-green gaze pinned her in place upon the floor.

“You are here,” Maya said, “to please us in whatever way we choose.”

“Y... Yes, Mistress.” uttered Jade, the words catching in her throat as exhilaration and fear rippled through her body.

Maya grabbed a fistful of Jade’s hair and yanked her head back. The girl gasped softly, her eyes snapping to meet those of her owner. Maya spat into her open mouth, then slowly slid her panties down her legs and kicked them off her slender feet onto the floor. Stepping backwards, she perched herself on the edge of the sofa, all the while staring deeply into Jade's soul.

“Crawl to me, slut.” she instructed.

Jade pitched forward onto her hands and knees on the soft grey carpet and moved slowly forward. When she reached Maya, the woman seized her collar and jerked her close until their faces were inches apart.

“You’re going to use your filthy whore mouth and make me cum.” said Maya, guiding Jade's head down between her thighs.

Her blue dress was hitched around her waist. She lay back as the girl began to kiss and lick her, slow at first, then faster. Greedily. Gathering her Mistress' wetness on her tongue and swallowing.

"Such a good little whore, who’s next, where did I put that cane." murmured Heather and Klara, speaking across the pair from Waitrose side.

The last remark made Jade’s stomach drop, but she kept her mouth working. Her lips and tongue found Maya’s clit and stayed there. Maya’s grip in her hair tightened. Her hips jerked and she moaned loudly. Cumming hard. Flooding the girl's mouth. Jade sat back on her heels, meaning to swallow the gift.

“Open your whore mouth. I want to see you swallow.” said Maya, breathlessly.

She obeyed. She always offered.

Maya spat into her mouth again. She swallowed and presented her tongue to her Mistress.

“Birthday girl?” Maya said playfully, turning toward Klara. “Would you like to play?”

“I would.” came the joyful reply.

Klara’s smile was cruel.

She rose to her feet, grabbed the chain between the nipple clamps, and hauled her victim up onto the protruding section of the sofa.

“Stay where you are. Arch your back.” Klara said commandingly.

She produced a thin black cane and cut it through the air menacingly with a sharp swish. The first stroke landed before Jade had time to brace. Her knees buckled, and her back straightened. She cried out and began to whimper.

“Stay in position and count.” she instructed coldly as she moved into a better position behind her.

Blow after blow striped her ass and the backs of her thighs. Angry red welts rose on her skin. Jade counted through clenched teeth until she had taken forty. Tears streaming down her plaid face, ruining her makeup.

“Turn over. On your back.” said Klara.

Jade hesitated slightly before rolling onto the cold leather of the sofa. It burned against the welts. Klara reached between her thighs and stroked her pussy until she was slick and ready. Then with a single quick thrust she slid two fingers inside her and began to fuck her tight wet hole.

“I’m going to use this cunt now, slut, and you’re going to cum for me." said Klara "But you have to beg for it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jade replied meekly. "I understand"

Klara straddled the girl's thigh, pumping her fingers inside her and grinding against her playfully, pushing her down against the sofa. Each time Jade’s battered, welted ass pressed into the sofa she winced and whimpered gently. Klara caught her wrists with her free hand and pinned them against the sofa, holding her prey firmly down.

“Pull on my nipples.” she commanded.

She reached up obediently and tugged. Klara moaned and fucked her harder with her hand, thumb working her clit. Jade tried to hold off, but her body would betrayed her.

“Please, Mistress! Please may your filthy little slut cum? I need to cum for you...” she pleaded.

“Cum, slut.” came the reply, whispered in the girl's ear.

Jade broke. Her greedy cunt clenched around Klara’s fingers as she came, shaking, sobbing through it. Klara kept working her pussy until the last tremor faded, then withdrew her hand, wiped it across Jade’s mouth and climbed higher up her body, pressing her own wet pussy into Jade’s face.

“Lick me clean. Every drop.” she said firmly as she settled into place.

She obeyed, tasting Klara and herself together. Klara grabbed her hair and ground down, using her mouth until she came with a sharp cry, thighs locking around Jade’s head. When she finished she sat back on the girl's chest, grinning.

“Good slut.” She said, climbing off of the girl. “Aww, but I think Mistress Heather is feeling left out. Better attend to her before she has to punish you.”

Jade slid wordlessly off the sofa onto her knees, thighs parted, eyes down. Heather rose, crossed to her, and yanked the collar until their faces were level. Those soft brown eyes made her weak. Heather kissed her hard, forcing her tongue deep into her greedy, trembling mouth.

Then she pulled back.

“Too late. I want to make you suffer for our entertainment.” she said.

She picked up a belt and slowly wrapped it around her hand, leaving a short length of hard black leather. Stepping behind her victim, she dug her stiletto heel cruelty into the sole of the girl's foot. With one swift movement, she brought the belt downwards. The strap cracked sharply across the small of her back. Jade yelled and pitched forward.

“Keep still.” barked Heather, an evil grin spreading across her deep red stained lips.

Heather worked the belt over her back, her sides, and the already-welted ass, laying red lines wherever it landed. Jade sobbed but stayed obediently upright. When Heather was done she hauled her up by the collar and kissed her forehead.

“Good slut,” she whispered.

Heather sat on the edge of the sofa and beckoned to her toy. Jade crawled to her, body trembling. She kissed her way up the inside of Heather’s thighs until Heather shuddered and lay back. She took Heather’s clit into her mouth and sucked, teasing with light strokes through her folds, then returning to the tight, swollen bud. Heather’s hand found her hair, stroking at first, then gripping, then grinding her face in.

Jade slid two fingers into her and curled them against her g-spot. Heather gasped, her thighs clamped around the girl’s head. She came hard, holding her there, riding it out until the last pulse faded before releasing her.

Jade sat back on her heels. Her breath ragged and her heart pounding beneath her uncovered breasts.

“Well,” Heather said. “That was a good start, little whore. Now go and fetch the food from the kitchen.”

“Yes, Mistress.” she said.

Rising, unsteady, she went back through the door into the kitchen.