Naked at Work

Chapter 5. Loaned out

Claire looked up surprised when she saw Debra Jones enter the cafeteria. It was another half-hour before opening time. "David wants to see you," Debra said, and then turning to Sarah, "I've cleared it with Jack. If it takes too long he'll send someone to help with the meals."

"I didn't anticipate this happening Claire but technically you're a slave and he has a right to make the request. I can say yea or nay, but it will sour our relations if I refuse." Claire knew David was beating around the subject so she waited without any idea of what he was going to say. "Claire, Bill Greenmore wishes you to spend the night with him." The shock registered on Claire's face. She knew the laws on prostitution well enough. Slaves could be loaned to others provided no payment was accepted either by the slave or by the owner. The practice was not uncommon for private individuals but less common for works slaves. Owners loaned slaves as a friendly gesture or just because they were going on holiday and they needed someone to take care of them.

"I don't have a choice do I? Claire asked.

"No. As you know we are very much obligated to Bill at this time…" David stopped before he'd added 'for reasons you well know.'

"What about Ken? Will we be released?"

"Ken will be fastened to you as now."

"So I'll have to watch that slob fuck her and not do anything about it?" Ken butted in.

"Exactly, but you've been doing that for the last six days. That shouldn't be a problem. You hate her guts remember?"

"Does he know about the tags?" Claire queried.

"Yes and it sounded as if her was going to take great delight in making Ken watch him take you."

"And you can't or won't do anything to stop it," Ken's voice rose.

"Not without taking a financial loss that the shareholders won't like. Do I hear you taking a protective stance in this Ken?"

"I just think we've already been through hell. We can just about sit again now if the chair is soft and the painkillers are working. We've both been humiliated to near breaking point, this could be the last straw."

"Then you could become permanent slaves and have to endure another thrashing. Both of you. Would you like to be the cause of Claire being whipped again?" Ken knew he was beaten.

"How long do we have to spend with the slob?" Claire asked.

"A glidemobile will pick you up about eight and return you here before breakfast so you'll spend the night with him and I guess there will be no rule saying sex is to stop at midnight. He assured me that this will be a once only thing and I know he will do his best to make it quite unpleasant for you although he didn't actually say that. I did also remind him that he couldn't permanently damage you and that any punishment on your arse could lead to breaking the skin open and he agreed to be careful. 'I'll be careful.' Those were the words he used."

"When I started work in this place I didn't expect to be told to be the works whore," Claire declared vehemently.

"No I don't suppose you did but then we didn't expect you to play games with our clients money. Get through this tonight and you can have a rest day tomorrow. That's all. Return to your work and I'll see you in the morning." David dismissed them; he didn't want to anger them and provoke a further confrontation. Claire and Ken left, angrily debating as to what might be in store for them that evening.

After dinner that evening, Sarah made them shower and clean themselves. For the first time they were given a slave tunic which seemed a little strange to wear after nearly a week of nakedness. "Maybe it is because you mustn't be seen in street in that area with nothing on," Sarah suggested. Jack removed their leg tags so they could leave the building.

"Perhaps we can escape?" The thought ran through Ken's mind but he had to dismiss it. "Where would we go? I'd soon get picked up if I went home and the punishment would be extended. I might even be linked to her for longer. Better to do as they say, for the time being anyway."

Right on time the satellite controlled glidemobile arrived and whisked them away. When pollution in the city became a major problem only a few years previously, all hydrocarbon-fuelled vehicles were banned and replaced with electric-nuclear glidemobiles computer controlled by a stationary satellite over the city centre. The computer worked out the shortest route and had built-in safeguards to avoid collisions. No longer were traffic lights necessary at junctions and since their initiation there had been no accidents involving them although for the passengers, the trip could be more than a little scary. The distance between passing glidemobiles was often very small.

They arrived at a fashionable arcade of three storey, terraced houses. "Do we ring the bell or wait for someone to open the door?" Ken asked. "Do slaves have the right to ring doorbells? They must have been warned of our arrival."

"Go on, live dangerously, ring the bloody bell," Claire laughed nervously, "I'm sure he'll find fault with anything we do."

A female slave opened the door, "Come in please. I'm Nadia, welcome." It wasn't the greeting they expected. "May I take your tunics please. The master wishes you unclothed." She waited while they undid the cuffs and removed the tunics and then she refastened the cuffs for them. "Shoes off too please. It's all carpets in here." Nadia folded the tunics and then removed her own. Ken and Claire noted she had a trim body and nice breasts but also noted the fine lines criss-crossing both her back and front and seemed especially concentrated on her breasts.

Claire gave a cry at the sight, "He whips your breasts? Will he want to do mine?"

"I have no idea what he plans to do with you Miss Claire but he does delight in using what he calls a quirt on the tenderest parts of a woman. My tits, you mustn't call the breasts here, and my cunt get treated before he fucks me." She opened her legs a little to show the marks. "I saw the video of your punishment. That was much worse but you'll find the quirt very painful too." As she talked she led them up two flights of stairs and stopped before a door. Knocking gently, she waited until told to enter. "Master, the guests you wish to fuck have arrived," she announced. From her earlier comments it was obvious she had been told to use the crudest terms.

"Come in come in," Bill said cheerily, "Let's have a good look at you."

Claire looked at the pot-bellied figure wearing only a loose pair of shorts. She hadn't liked him when he wore a suit at their previous meeting but now he looked positively revolting. His eyes wandered lustfully up and down her body. Her eyes turned away but were held by the sight of the multi-stranded whip on his side table. The quirt.

"Turn round and bend over so I can see the results of that impressive caning Sonja gave you. She's certainly was good at her job and the results still show nicely and will for a long time now. They're so evenly spaced too." He squeezed first Claire's arse and then Ken's causing them both to cry out. "Lovely," Bill commented, "Still nice and tender as I thought they would be and such a lovely colour." Now he turned his attention to their arseholes and began to prod and poke a finger into them. "You had a prick up there yet Claire?" and when she nodded, "How often?"

"Twice, all in the last few days sir."

"What about you Ken?"

"The same sir."

"Good that's the hole I like, especially on young ladies. Isn't that right Nadia?"

Nadia, still standing at one side of the room looking impassively on replied, "Yes sir."

"Mind you your arses aren't so young but they've not had a lot of use. Okay Claire, sit on the edge of that settee and spread your legs and put your hands behind your head. I want to examine your cunt and tits to see if they need any treatment before I use them."

Claire immediately guessed the treatment involved the quirt. "Please sir, please don't hurt us any more. We've had enough pain for one week."

"I didn't ask for any comment from you! You're nothing but a slave and slaves get punished especially in this household," Bill snapped, "Nadia make sure the bitch keeps her hands out of the way while I give her tits a few extra stripes. Ones she wouldn't have had if she kept her gabbing tongue still. And don't think of intervening Ken otherwise you'll both be worse off." Bill lashed the quirt across Claire's full breasts. She screamed. "That's okay," Bill grinned, "Scream as much as you like, just don't start being pitiful and begging for mercy. I have none. When the glidemobile comes for you in the morning you will be sore but the marks only last about a week and then they have to be renewed." He lashed Claire again and then twice more until she was sobbing and crying out in agony.

"That was a pretty poor performance Claire. Nadia would have taken those few without a murmur. He squeezed and kneaded the sore globes just to torment her. Unfortunately before I can treat you properly I have to do something about relieving my hard prick. Ken remove my shorts and put some spittle on it." It was a little awkward to get the shorts down with one hand, the other was still held by Nadia behind Claire's head. Eventually he managed it. Sucking a prick was again something he'd only done whilst in slavery but he knew better than to refuse. In any case if he was going to stick it up Claire's or his arses, the wetter it was the better. There didn't seem to be any "Superslick" gel around.

He sucked and laved the purple head until Bill pushed him away. "Turn over Claire. Get your arse in the air." Ken caught a hard smack on his arse for being on the wrong side of his partner and thus in Bill's way. "Whose bloody idea was these tags and cuffs?" he swore but it didn't require an answer. "Open her up for me Nadia." Nadia put her hands on both buttocks and pulled them apart. Once again more pain but worse was to come when Bill forced his prick into her dry hole. The small amount of spit left on the head did little to lubricate the entrance. Still Bill pushed, enjoying the cries of pain. Claire tried to relax her sphincter muscles as she'd been told before and finally Bill forced his way into the opening and began hammering his way into her bowels. Every thrust hurt her caned arse and Claire prayed it would soon be over and to some extent her prayers were granted. She felt Bill jerk a few times and then her rectum was flooded with his semen. She collapsed when he withdrew.

"You'd better clean my prick," Bill ordered Ken, "Looks like your girlfriend is out of it for a bit. Sorry I forgot, she isn't your girlfriend. That's why you're here." Bill laughed at his joke but it caused Ken to think about his relationship with the woman. Revolted from knowing where it had been, Ken nevertheless did as he was told.

"Pour me a drink Nadia and give Claire a sip, she's coming back to us now." Bill sipped his whiskey and after a few minutes went on. "While my weapon is recovering, let's see what yours is like Ken. Get him hard Nadia." Nadia knelt and rubbed the semi-hard shaft and then gave it a suck. She held it so Bill could see. "I think that needs a bit of treatment too. Lie back on the settee with your arse on the arm. Claire you kneel on the floor out of the way." In that position Ken's pelvis was the highest part of his body and his prick pointed vertically to the ceiling. "Hold the end Nadia. Keep it pulled tight so the thongs wrap themselves nicely round the shaft." Nervously Nadia did as she was told, knowing that the lashes could easily strike her fingers.

"I don't suppose you've ever seen a man have his prick whipped," Bill grinned evilly at his victim and went on, "I've only done it a few times but a couple of months ago I did see a slave have his whipped to shreds. He raped the young daughter of his owner. They tied a cord just under the head and suspended him from the ceiling. All his weight was on his prick. Then they used a long single tail whip until it was cut to ribbons. He survived but he'll never use it again. The surgeon fixed it so he could piss but it would never get erect and it is a poor misshapen thing now. They leave it on show all the time so visitors know what he did." Ken and Claire were horrified but Bill continued, "Don't worry Ken, I won't go that far with you. I'll just make it swell and become very tender so that when you put it in her tight cunt you'll both feel it. I'll treat her a little first of course to make it fair."

Bill lashed the quirt around the base of Ken's prick eliciting a horrendous scream. The thongs cut into the nearby balls. Again the lash curled around the shaft, this time a little higher and again some of the thong ends caught his balls. Ken hoped he'd pass out but didn't. Gradually the whole length was welted and swollen and no longer hard. Nadia became more and more nervous as the lashes neared her hand but she held tight and kept the prick stretched taut. "Okay Nadia, time to test your reactions. I want to slash the head just where you're holding. You have to judge the timing and let go just before the lash hits. If you hold too long I hit your fingers and then we have to try again. If you let go too soon and it flops before the lash reaches it, then we do it again after you've held out both palms to receive the lash. Understand? It's up to you to judge the exact time." By some miracle, she did just that. In some ways Bill was disappointed but was satisfied by the way the thongs curled excruciatingly painfully around Ken's cock head. He lay there writhing in agony unable to even put his hands near it. "Suck it for him Nadia and use your teeth. Make marks but don't draw blood while I tickle his tits a little."

Ken didn't think he could withstand any more pain and tried to plead forgetting what Claire found out earlier. Immediately the lash flayed his stomach. "I can't stand wimps that beg. Now Claire, kneel near his head and keep his arms out of the way. Men's nipples are sensitive too so I like to warm them and make them even more sensitive. Slowly and with a delay between each stroke he laid ten across the man's chest until it was raw and crossed with many fines welts. "Let's see what you've done Nadia." Bill examined the teeth marks and told her to nip the end a bit more. Only then was he satisfied. Ken hardly felt them. His body was numb.

Claire watched with horror at the cruelty before her knowing she was powerless to intervene, knowing she could and probably would, receive something similar. "Another whiskey," Bill demanded, "And then we can start on the bitch. I'm pretty certain it was you who started the game and I'm sure glad you did. This is giving me the most pleasure I've had for a long time." Ten minutes later he ordered Claire change places with Ken. She was already sobbing and crying hysterically but Bill callously ignored it.

"Pull her legs back to her ears Nadia." This alone caused the swollen buttocks to complain but that was nothing compared to pain that fired through her body when the lashes were applied to her pubic mound. Five more followed, each one cutting into her labia, the lower part of her stomach and into her open cunt. Once again she passed out. That pissed Bill. "Get the ammonia stuff," he ordered Nadia, "And use it if she looks like sleeping when I do her tits."

"I like to be sexually impartial Claire so I'm giving your chest ten the same as Kenny boy. The four you had earlier are colouring up nicely so that will serve as a backdrop to the fresh ones. Hold her arms Nadia. Ken is in no condition to do anything." Twice Nadia had to use the ammonia as Bill whipped the tits from all directions. He delighted in the way they flopped around wildly. Quite unlike the firm ones that Nadia sported. "Bedtime my dears," Bill laughed, "I've one more fuck left in my cock, and Ken better have one left in his. Into the bedroom with them." Both victims could barely move and had to be helped into the spare room where they were arranged in the missionary position with Ken on top. "I hope you can feel the warmth from each other now," Bill stated, "And I hope it will bring a little life into your prick Ken." It didn't but with a little gentle massage from Nadia it hardened sufficiently for her to push it into Claire. Both wept with the pain. Claire could feel the swollen welts as Ken entered her.

"Keep it in," Bill ordered, "And open your arsehole for me." Ken groaned loudly but for once Bill ignored it. Ken knew it would be worse than when he did Claire. Now, not only were their buttocks sore from the caning, but both of their chests and their sexual organs were too and these would be pressed together with each push of the prick. Not only that, with Bill having spent earlier, he would take longer to climax.

Anticipating her master's wishes, Nadia pulled Ken's buttocks apart ready for the assault. It was not long in coming. Although he tried not to resist, it took quite a few attempts before Bill's prick was buried fully in Ken's arse. Then began the hard thrusts that forced the two sore and raw bodies painfully together. Claire passed out again but fortunately it went unnoticed. Bill was too concerned about his enjoyment and the thrill of dominating and torturing the man and woman under him. As Ken predicted it went on for a longer time but finally it was all over and Bill withdrew. Much to Ken's surprise Nadia cleaned her master.

"Claire started to moan as she came round but Ken hissed quietly in her ear, "Lie still and keep quiet for a moment." He wondered what other tortures would be inflicted on them.

Bill stood at their side. "Thank you for a very enjoyable evening. It was a great pleasure to have you here. Nadia will show you to the toilet and make you comfortable until you have to return in the morning." With that he went into his own bedroom. Nadia he knew would join him later but for now he was sexually replete.

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