Free Lost Property by Sean O'Kane Page B

yelps from the girls, especially when they were allowed in and Helga began to explain where all the welts came from.
    “Show them what you’ve taken too, Helga,” Brian told her.
    Obediently she unknotted the blouse she wore tied below her breasts and shrugged it off. The splays of small red dots left by the studded whip and fading long welts from the various other lashes criss crossing her breasts, back and shoulders, fetched only excited sighs from the girls and Brian began to have hopes. He noticed Carol took her eyes off Helga’s body only to seek him out and give him a shy smile.
    “We used Helga as target practice to save wear and tear on the slaves,” Brian explained and went on to identify the different welts she carried. “Grooms serve wherever and however they’re needed,” he concluded.
    Any doubts that Brian might have had about the girls’ resolve, melted away the minute he showed them into the dungeon. The array of X frames, padded benches, caning stools, stocks, chains, weights and ropes provoked only more excited squeaks from the girls who were well aware that they were destined to experience most of them that very evening.
    “Alright, ladies!” Brian addressed them once they had all looked around and none had made a break for the door. “Let’s have you stripped. You too Helga.”
    There were a few moments of urgent fumbling with fasteners, buttons and knickers and then five naked girls stood in a line before the men.
    “Make your choice, gentlemen. Remember I want them given as wide an introduction as possible, so do make full use of pegs, clamps, weights, whatever takes your fancy.”
    The four men moved forward and Brian beckoned Carol over, pushing Helga into the line. She gave him a knowing grin as she went but was immediately claimed by Mike whose eager pounce, Brian made a mental note of.
    As for himself, since his last sub, Amelia, had spirited herself away from CSL and had become, after some adventures, the trainer for the Girl Squad in Eastern Europe, he felt he was owed some quality time with a girl who he might own. He missed the peace of mind that came with knowing there was always one female who could be utterly relied on to be pleasing no matter what she had been put through.
    Carol was licking her lips nervously, holding her hands clasped in front of her, not knowing where else to put them. Brian took pity on her and ordered her to put them on her head. She obeyed and he could see the tension drain out of her as she came under the command of someone who knew exactly where she should put them. She had a submissive’s need for the certainties that submission brought with it.
    Stripped naked her body delivered on all the promises he had felt it make him in the pub car park.
    Her dark eyes were wide with anxiety and all the prettier for that, nerves had made her cheeks a little more flushed and her slightly parted lips were full and wide, promising the gentlest of caresses as a man slid his cock between them. The breasts were a decent size, the areolas pleasantly dark and the nipples a nice shade of red as they stood partially erect. The breasts themselves were full and rounded, youthfully high and prominent. Her belly was flat and a jewelled piercing adorned the navel prettily. She was clean shaven at her delta and the divide of her labia was unusually high and visible – an attractive feature Brian felt. Her hips were smoothly flared and her thighs long and the skin flawless. He made a ‘revolve’ gesture with one hand and she shuffled around to allow him to inspect her from behind. As she was unable to see his face, Brian allowed himself a wide grin. Her backside was delicious, the buttocks were high, deep and wide, her back was long and perfect for the lash. He reached out and took a handful of her hair, making her turn back to face him with the other. She was still wide-eyed with anxiety but her face relaxed into a delighted smile when he told her she would do.
    He led her