Free Bondmaiden by B.A. Bradbury Page B

swallow his spunk, for sure. For your own sake don’t think about it just do it, okay? It won’t harm you.’
    Lia nodded, feeling the butterflies in her stomach. She knew all about swallowing men’s slime from poor Helma’s experiences.
    At the appointed time, shivering with fright, she made her way along the passage and knocked on Holmann’s door, and to her dismay it wasn’t the overseer who answered, but Dagna. Surely she wasn’t going to watch… was she?
    ‘The pig-girl’s here,’ she said over her shoulder, then pushed past Lia and flounced off towards the dormitory. Relieved to see her go, though not at all happy to be in her place, Lia went in.
    Holmann was lying back on the bed, and she was shocked to see he was naked. It was not a pretty sight, for he was fatter than she’d imagined: the loose smock he always wore obviously hid much of it. There was hair all over his torso and legs; mostly black, but greying too, and sprouting up from his dark groin was his cock, short and stout and slightly curved. He was languidly stroking it as he leered at her, to keep it stiff, she imagined. Moisture glistened on the shaft, and she realised Dagna must have been sucking him just seconds before in readiness for her arrival.
    ‘Little Lia,’ he drawled, ‘do come in.’ He only had two expressions, she’d noticed; the scowl and the leer, and the latter broadened as he waited for her, his hand outstretched. Lia thought she almost preferred the scowl.
    She went over and sat on the edge of the bed, as far from him as she could. She knew it made more sense to get whatever he wanted from her over and done with as quickly as possible, but she wasn’t fully in control of herself right at that moment. She needed time to come to terms with all this, even though it meant prolonging the misery.
    ‘Let’s have a proper look at you,’ he said. ‘Take your things off.’
    She stood up again and undressed, while Holmann sat up on the bed to watch, stroking his cock all the while, and when she was naked he reached out again to draw her down beside him. He pinched her nipples, cruelly hurting them, and she held her breath but he just sniggered, unconcerned that he was causing her discomfort.
    After a while of toying with her he pushed her down on her back. Spreading her legs wide he parted her sex lips with his fingers and poked inside, careful as always, checking to see she was still intact. Satisfied he pinched the lips, pressing his thumbnail into her soft tissue, smirking at her obvious discomfort, then he plucked at her nubbin, making her moan.
    ‘You should think yourself lucky,’ he said with a grin. ‘If it was Master Yves doing this in the dungeon he’d be using red-hot pincers.’
    She shuddered, and Holmann chuckled and rolled her over onto her front. He pressed a finger against her anus, feeling its resistance give, and the stout digit sank inside her tight rear passage, and not just the tip like before, but all the way until his palm was cupping her tender buttocks. He slid it slowly in and out and she groaned in discomfort and dismay, until after abusing her in this fashion for a minute or two he withdrew the finger and told her to kneel beside him as he reclined, his hands behind his head.
    ‘You do it for me now,’ he ordered, nodding proudly at his standing cock, and hesitantly she did what she’d seen him do, gripping it and moving her fist experimentally up and down, again and again. Then, her confidence growing, she instinctively used the ball of her thumb to caress the engorged head, paying particular attention to the little eye, which now seeped a little clear liquid. His cock pulsed and quivered, and he grunted with pleasure and rocked his hips, watching her closely, his immense pleasure evident.
    After a while he sat up, and the look on his face told her what was coming next. He told her to get off the bed and kneel on the floor with her hands behind her back, and he then clambered off the bed and