A Girl Called 51 Page 3

  ‘Make me come, on her face,’ he said.

  Erica wished she could have turned away, but the one time she tried it he reached down to twist her back to face him, telling her that if she closed her eyes she would be whipped again. So she had no choice but to watch as 36’s hand pumped ever faster up and down his shaft until after a few minutes he pushed his pelvis forward to spew a stream of sticky warmth all over her face and hair, roughly forcing her mouth open to take the last few spurts into her throat.

  When he was finished he calmly zipped up. ‘Oh, and one last thing,’ he said to her. ‘What’s your name? Think very carefully how you answer.’

  ‘51,’ she said slowly, tears rolling down her cheeks to mix with the glutinous wetness he’d deposited there.

  ‘Good. We knew you’d learn quickly.’

  Without another word he turned and walked to the door, calling for it to be opened, then calling for 36 to follow him, leaving Erica helplessly fixed to the bed, the skin of her back, bottom and legs hot and raw and his semen running cold down her face.

  Chapter 3

  The next morning – at least Erica assumed it was morning, since she had been released, washed and fed after what seemed like hours strapped to the bed, then told to get some sleep – she had a visit from a woman.

  Whoever she was Erica felt she had seen her before somewhere. She introduced herself as Emily. Her manner of dress – a tailored skirt suit and crisp white blouse – made it obvious she was not one of the numbered girls. She was older than Erica’s twenty-four, probably by ten or twelve years. Her manner was ordinary, almost pleasant, such that Erica had to remind herself that she was still naked and being held against her will.

  Emily invited Erica to sit on the same chair she had occupied while having the meal with 36 the day before, putting some papers and a clipboard on the table before taking the seat opposite.

  ‘Now,’ she said, smiling, ‘I’m here to answer questions. I can’t answer everything, but I’ll tell you what I can. Ask away.’

  ‘Where am I?’

  ‘This building is known as The Complex. It is run to the standards of the best hotels in the world and has all the facilities you’ll need. If there’s anything you want that we don’t have, you can ask at the proper time and the management committee will consider it. We meet every Friday. Next?’

  ‘You still didn’t say where we are.’

  ‘No I didn’t, did I? Let’s just say we’re in England and not near any towns or cities.’

  ‘Why was I brought here?’

  ‘As a slave.’

  ‘A slave? Are you serious?’

  ‘Absolutely serious,’ Emily told her, making a note on her pad. ‘You are here to satisfy the wants and desires of some very important people. You’ll recognise some of them, I’m sure. Hence the need for absolute secrecy.’

  ‘Why me?’

  ‘Why not?’ The woman looked her over casually. ‘You’re young, attractive, intelligent. You also have a fire which the Masters and Mistresses will enjoy taming.’

  ‘How long will I be kept here?’

  ‘Next question.’

  ‘You didn’t answer that one.’

  ‘Next question.’

  ‘Am I allowed out at all?’

  ‘Oh yes. The grounds are vast. When you’ve been properly inducted you’ll have daily exercise, including outside. And we have a full gym, a swimming pool, sauna, massage, jacuzzi. We also have some of the best chefs. If you have the right attitude you’ll live a good life here.’

  ‘Can I get a message to my friends and family?’

  ‘No, unfortunately not.’

  ‘Not even that I’m safe?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘What will I be expected to do here, for these so-called Masters?’

  ‘Obey.’

  ‘That’s it? Nothing more specific?’

  Emily smiled and put down her pen. ‘Some of them have vivid imaginations. All you need to do is obey. If you do that you’ll get along just fine. If you disobey you’ll be punished.’ She consulted a chart on her clipboard. ‘I see you’ve had one whipping already.’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘That was quick.’

  ‘What if I escape?’

  ‘You won’t escape.’

  ‘What if I try?’

  ‘You won’t escape. If you try you’ll be punished.’

  ‘My father will find me. He’s an MP. He’ll have the police find me.’

  ‘We know who your father is.’

  ‘Then you’ll know he’s a powerful man. He won’t stop till he finds me.’

  ‘He’ll stop.’

  Erica fell into an uneasy, disbelieving silence.

  ‘Now,’ Emily said after a few moments, ‘you’ll be comforted to know that all girls and all clients have compulsory medical checks – you had a thorough examination before you regained consciousness – so there’s almost no risk of any unpleasant illnesses. Should you feel ill we have a doctor or nurse in residence twenty-four hours a day. Both are very experienced, so don’t think trying to feign illness will get you anywhere. During your period you’ll obviously not be as available as between, apart from those Masters who want you during that time. Speaking is forbidden without permission. If you need to ask a question simply kneel on the floor with your head bowed and await permission to speak.’

  ‘Are you serious?’

  ‘You keep asking that, 51. And I keep telling you that I am completely serious. We’ll try now. Stand.’

  Erica stared at her.

  ‘Don’t be difficult, 51.’

  Erica stood, following Emily’s direction of how to kneel, sitting back on her haunches with her upturned hands resting on her thighs, her head lowered. She was told that she had to remain like that until given permission to speak. If such permission was denied she had to respond to whatever alternative instructions were given.

  ‘How do I know who I have to obey?’

  ‘All slaves wear chains and collars, or are otherwise secured. Dress varies depending on the occasion or the wishes of a Master, but usually you’ll recognise fellow slaves. Just about anyone else must be obeyed.’

  ‘Including you?’

  ‘Including me.’

  ‘I assume I have to have sex with these men.’

  ‘And the women, if they want you.’

  ‘But I’m straight,’ she protested.

  ‘That ceases to have any meaning here. You are what the Masters say you are.’

  ‘I’ve no experience with other women.’

  ‘You’ll be trained.’

  ‘Oh God, this can’t be happening!’ she sobbed.

  Emily stood and moved next to her, a comforting arm round her shoulder. ‘You’ll soon get used to it, 51. It’s not that bad a life if you obey.’

  ‘I’m not 51, I’m Erica Pettinger,’ she protested, but all the fight had drained from her.

  Emily stiffened. ‘Don’t use that name. It’s a punishable offence to use any name of any sort. You don’t use your own name and you don’t use a Master’s name, even if you recognise him. Masters are referred to as Sir or Master, or in the case of women they are to be addressed as Ma’am or Mistress. Understand?’

  ‘Yes,’ Erica sniffed.

  ‘Yes what? You may as well get used to it.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress.’

  ‘See? That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Anyway, to move on, you’ll be woken each day by the loudspeaker in your room. You will use the toilet, shower and wash your hair. All you need will be provided. Makeup courses are available if you need them, as are courses in deportment and social skills. All your clothes are also provided and will be laundered for you daily. The clothes for any particular day will be left on the end of th
e bed while you are showering. No variations in chosen clothing are permitted. You will remain in your room until called for. When you know your way about the place, you may be instructed to go somewhere on your own. Is all that clear?’

  ‘Yes… Mistress.’

  ‘Good. I think you’ll do just fine. Anything else you want to ask?’

  ‘Am I allowed to refuse anything at all?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘When do I have to start?’

  ‘You’ve already started, 51. You’re available for use right now. And I’ll be the first.’ Emily stood and pulled Erica to her feet. ‘No words from now on. Come here,’ she said gently, and reached up to cup her cheeks and move her lips to Erica’s, giving her a deep, sensuous kiss which, despite her professed lack of experience, Erica found herself responding to.

  ‘That’s it,’ Emily whispered. ‘Kiss me back.’

  Erica obeyed, kissing Emily full on the lips and responding to the invasion of the woman’s tongue with gusto. Emily’s hands started to roam down her back to her buttocks, causing Erica a sharp intake of breath as the hands brushed the wheals from her whipping. The hands moved on, seeking her breasts, cupping them, the thumbs teasing her nipples erect. Emily dipped her head and sucked each rigid bud in turn, drawing them into her mouth to flick them with her tongue.

  Erica felt awkward. Her hands wanted to push away and at the same time pull the woman closer, but she was not sure what was allowed.

  ‘Undress me,’ Emily breathed, and then in a louder voice called out, ‘camera off.’

  Erica reached for the buttons on Emily’s jacket, unfastening from the top one, two, three, before pushing the jacket off her shoulders, laying it on the table. Emily renewed the hungry kiss while Erica unfastened her blouse buttons, fiddling with the cuffs until it too lay on the table. The black bra was impressively filled, pushing upwards to give a tanned, succulent cleavage. Emily unfastened it herself, letting it fall to the floor before pulling Erica’s mouth down to her breasts. To Erica’s surprise she took to suckling the woman’s nipples easily, and in different circumstances would have enjoyed it. Emily was definitely enjoying it, moaning each time Erica flicked her tongue or kissed a particular way. ‘Keep going,’ she breathed.

  Despite her situation Erica sensed that if she kept in with this woman, gained her trust perhaps, it could give her an edge, so with that motivation she added a determination to her actions, kissing her breasts and nipples while moving her hands to the fastening of the skirt, pushing it over her bottom, over the inevitable suspender belt and letting it fall to the floor.

  Emily pushed her away for a moment. ‘Go to that drawer,’ she said, her voice cracked and breathless. ‘There’ll be a dog leash there. Bring it to me.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Erica said, pleased she was having an effect and determined to capitalise on it. She walked to the drawer and opened it, sorting through the array of harnesses, whips and restraints until she found the leash, carrying it back to Emily. The woman took it, fixing the clip to Erica’s collar, wrapping the loop round her hand and pulling Erica to her knees. Once there she wrapped the leash several times round her right hand and pulled Erica’s face to her crotch. Erica could feel her warmth even through the silk French knickers she wore.

  ‘Ever sucked a woman, 51?’

  ‘No, Mistress.’

  ‘Take off my knickers.’

  Erica reached up to Emily’s waist, pulling down, watching as the suspender belt and then the dark-brown patch of hair came into view, and then continuing to lower them past her dark stockings. Emily lifted her feet to step out of them, kicking her skirt aside in the same movement.

  Emily gripped the leash and pulled her in, reinforcing the movement with a hand on the back of Erica’s head as she parted her thighs and tilted her pelvis forward. Erica accepted the inevitable in as detached a way as she could, at first kissing the hair, then as the older woman pushed forward, directly between her labia, which opened from the movement, coating Erica’s lips with warm, tangy honey. Emily bucked and trembled.

  ‘Oh, that’s good. Lick now, use your tongue.’

  Erica had tasted herself in the past, experimenting at home in her teens and sometimes on the cocks of men friends who thought she should like them pulling out of her just before they came, to push into her mouth and ejaculate there. Emily’s taste was similar. No big shocks. She reached behind to grip Emily’s buttocks as she pressed her mouth in.

  ‘Oh yes, you’re good, you’re really good,’ Emily was saying from somewhere above her.

  With some effort Emily broke the connection and walked towards the bed, yanking on the leash to pull Erica to a kneeling position beside it.

  ‘Stay there,’ she ordered, going back over to the chest to open the second drawer. After a few moments sorting through she returned with two vibrators, which she placed on the bed. Reaching for a thin one she moved it to Erica’s mouth, telling her to lick it well before moving behind. Erica felt its coldness touch her buttocks and then slide between. Emily moved it downwards, not to her pussy but to the rosebud of her anus, pressing steadily. Erica gasped and winced as it opened her up, meeting some resistance. A sudden vicious slap across her buttocks made her yelp and must have caused her to relax, because before she realised what had happened Emily pushed the slim plastic phallus all the way home.

  ‘Comfy?’

  Erica shook her head.

  ‘You’ll soon get used to it. You’ll have to learn to relax. Most of the Masters will want to fuck you there.’

  ‘I’ll try, Mistress,’ she offered.

  Emily reached for a bigger vibrator and slid it effortlessly into Erica’s pussy, meeting no resistance. Erica was surprised how wet she was. Then the older woman pulled her upright to a kneeling position so she could mount the bed, her legs wide. She grabbed the leash and pulled Erica’s face back in.

  ‘Suck,’ she gasped. ‘Suck me.’

  It took only a few moments before Emily exploded, pulling Erica’s face into her cruelly, uncaring whether she was able to breathe or not, bucking and rubbing and riding out her orgasm. Erica, meanwhile, just allowed her head to be pulled where Emily wanted, feeling the intrusion of the two objects inside her as she was twisted this way and that.

  Eventually Emily settled back, smiling dreamily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. ‘Good, 51. You did well. I can see you’ll be popular here. Don’t stop; just be gentle for a while.’ She settled back while Erica lazily licked and kissed.

  She wanted some for herself now, incredibly turned on regardless of the fact she was with another woman. But she suspected asking for her own satisfaction was a bad idea and wondered if masturbation after Emily had left would be permitted.

  Emily gradually started to come back to the present, responding with moans as Erica’s tongue and lips roused her once more. ‘Stand up,’ Emily told her. ‘Turn around.’ When Erica had done so the woman pulled her hands behind her back and fastened her wrist cuffs together with the spring clips. ‘Now do it again,’ she said. ‘Make me come again.’

  She did not hold the leash this time, leaving Erica to dictate the pace and the pressure. Some kind of experiment, Erica imagined. Well, she was not about to fail such a transparent test. She licked and kissed keenly, twirling her tongue around Emily’s clitoris, sucking the bud, drawing it into her mouth and taking the older woman closer and closer to her second climax.

  ‘Oh yes, lick, suck! Oh!’ Emily certainly was not quiet when she came, and after one final convulsion she roughly pulled Erica’s head clear, pushing her back hard enough that she fell on the floor, then lay back, gasping heavily. ‘God, I needed that!’

  Erica’s lust and needs were powerful after her exertions too, so she struggled to her knees and sat back on her haunches, head lowered, her hair falling down and covering her half-closed eyes. She waited.
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  Emily, still recovering from her second orgasm, noticed the change of mood and Erica’s sudden stillness.

  ‘You want to ask something?’ she said, leaning up on her elbows. ‘Speak.’

  ‘I need to come.’ Erica hated herself for giving in so easily to her lust. ‘Mistress,’ she added, hating herself even more. ‘Please.’ The two vibrators, sitting lifelessly within her, teased without satisfying.

  ‘Very well,’ Emily smiled, then stood up and moved to the drawer unit once more. When she turned back she was carrying some kind of harness, unfastening buckles and straps as she walked. As Emily stepped into the strap-on dildo and started to fasten it Erica saw, to her surprise, not one but three black plastic penises bobbing from it. Fascinated, she watched as Emily pushed one deep inside herself, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the penetration. That left two sprouting up in front of her when the harness was strapped in place; and Erica did not need it spelling out where those were going.

  Despite the fact she had never had anal sex, the vibrator lodged inside her rectum had made her want to try it, so she did not have the same dread she perhaps would have had if the strap-on were her first introduction. Men had wanted it from her before but she always refused, even throwing a couple out of her apartment for trying.

  Emily pulled her face to the dildos, telling her to suck, explaining that it would ease their passage into her. She did her utmost to coat them with saliva. Emily pushed her forward so the upper part of her body was flat on the bed, her bound arms held uselessly behind her, before easing both vibrators from her and dropping them onto the bed. The older woman knelt between Erica’s legs and eased forward, positioning the phalluses at both of her entrances before pushing slowly, steadily, painfully, within her.

  Erica held her breath, not knowing whether she wanted to push back towards Emily, thereby forcing the dildos further inside, or to pull away, to resist. It was a battle of comfort versus lust. Lust won easily. Erica pushed, Erica wanted, Erica got.