Samantha

Abuse


When I got up to my room I tried to pull the metal ball out of my bottom, but is was stuck solid. I put some cream as far up my arse as I could. I went over to the bathroom mirror, turned my back, bent forwards and finally eased the ball out of me. I wondered who would be watching that. The ball was quite clean, Paula need not have worried about her furniture.

I worked out where the cameras were. In my bedroom there was a light track with two spot lights. A little square black box I would have assumed to be just part of the wiring must be the camera. Behind the mirror there must be another.

There was a light track in the bathroom. And now I thought about it, similar light tracks all over the house.

I looked hard at the bathroom mirror, cupping my hands around my eyes, trying to look through the glass, but I could not work out how a camera could be filming through it.

Strangely I did not feel at all self-conscious, even though I was in all probability being filmed even now.

I thought my rings and my chain would be uncomfortable. But after a couple of days I got used to them. I would often admire them in the bathroom mirror, wondering who else might also be admiring them.

I thought my bottom was scarred for life. It was a week or more before the bruising subsided, and a month or more before the last of the marks faded.

On the Friday, exactly a week after my punishment, Paula took my chains off. I did not ask her why.

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On Saturday morning she said, "Josh wants a word with you, Sammy. In his study."

In his study?

"Just tap on the door," Paula said.

At last I would see what was in there. I knocked. I heard a soft click. I pushed the door open.

Josh was sitting at a desk that looked like something out of Star Trek. There were buttons, boxes with little lights on them, a computer screen, televisions, video recorders and I don't know what.

"Come in," Josh said proudly. "What do you think of it?"

"It's very impressive," I said.

At the far end of the study, beside the shuttered window, was a metal spiral staircase. It looked out of place. I was trying to work out where it would come out upstairs.

Josh saw me puzzling.

"Where does it lead to?" I asked.

"Let's see, shall we?" He got up and stood at the foot of the staircase. I expected him to lead the way but I should have known better. I went up first. Josh looked up my skirt.

The staircase led to Josh's upstairs study. Up there were more controls, more videos, and a huge shock!

I was looking straight into my bathroom as if through plain glass. Those mirrors were all two-way. And at the other end of the study a window onto my bed. It was almost as if there was no wall at all separating my bedroom and bathroom from Josh's upstairs study.

In front of each mirror was a camera on a tripod. So that's how he had done it.

The other side of Josh's upstairs study was equally transparent and looked into the room that had the oak table in it.

"Do you spend a lot of time watching me, Josh?" I asked.

Josh smiled. "Not as much as when you first arrived, but yes I do. Come downstairs, I'll show you how everything works. I'll go down first."

"You still like looking up my skirt then," I said.

I wouldn't dare say such things to Paula, but Josh was such a pussycat.

Downstairs he sat at his desk. "A full digital editing suite as you can see. Digital recording, digital monitoring, a hundred and twenty eight meg digital picture buffer, digital dubbing and mixing, motion sensors, light sensors, one or two of the cams are micro HDTV - very hush hush - and look at this, these three are recordable DVDs. Over a hundred gigabytes of hard drive..."

And on he went showing me how he set the sensors, the cascade recorders and so on. I don't think I'd heard Josh string more than about eight words together ever before.

"Let's see what's going on in the sitting room, for example," he said.

Josh flicked a switch and up the sitting room came on the big monitor. Paula was watching TV.

He pressed another button and lights flashed on one of the boxes.

"The computer keeps a record of what's recorded where. And to stop it you just flick the switch back like this. Simple."

"Do you record everything?" I asked.

"Heavens no. There aren't enough hours in the day to watch everything. But take your room for example. All the cameras are set to record automatically when there is light and if there is movement. Then I edit it down each evening. It only takes a few minutes to high speed review and transfer anything interesting."

I think I understood.

"Other rooms, like the sitting room, I only set the sensors if anything worthwhile might be going to happen. The hall is set all the time, for security reasons. Would you like to watch something?"

"Hmm, yes please," I said.

"Come and sit on my lap, you can help me press the buttons."

I sat on his lap.

Josh typed a few commands into his computer.

"On the screen: room, camera, date and time matrix," he said. "Let's say we wanted your bedroom, midnight last night, camera one - that's the one above your bed."

He moved the cursor to the relevant intersection and clicked it. The screen showed '6.32am'.

"Ah. That means the first thing recorded after midnight by that camera was at six thirty two this morning. Shall we see what it was?"

"OK," I said.

He clicked on 'yes'. After a few moments I appeared on the screen, getting out of bed. I looked dreadful. I walked out of picture. The computer was flashing 'next camera?'. Josh clicked on 'yes'. After another short pause there I was sitting on the loo having a wee.

"See how easy it is? And to edit these clips together and transfer onto DVD takes seconds, just a couple of commands."

"You must have twenty movies worth of me alone!" I said.

"Well, quite a bit, yes."

He clicked a few more times and the monitor sprung into life again. The screen read 'Sammy's First Day'. It was the film Paula had shown me. Josh started another monitor going. This film's title was 'Whipped Cream'. And there I was, wanking him in his shower. Josh started another, then another going. Four home movies of varying degrees of depravity all going at once.

I could feel Josh's cock now stiff against the side of my thigh. I moved my bottom against him.

"Sit on me," he said.

He put his knees together and I sat astride him, my bottom on his cock. I swung my feet back and forth making my bottom ripple against him. I was wearing a short skirt and no knickers. My juices would be marking his trousers.

We watched together as, on screen, I dressed and undressed, went to the lavatory, showered and wanked.

We watched me getting well and truly fucked by Johnnie and Geoff. We watched Ralph doing it to Paula doggy fashion. So that was why Paula had told me to get out of the way. We watched Gloria caning the shit out of me.

Josh was getting restless.

"What do you want, Josh?" I said gently.

"My trousers," was all he said.

I hopped off his lap, undid his trousers and pulled his underpants down.

"Sit," he said.

I got it. I sat down again on his lap, this time guiding his short, fat cock into my cunt. Josh put his hands on my thighs, holding me still. I swung my feet slowly again so that his cock would be gently massaged within me.

We watched those four simultaneous videos for a while.

"This bit is good," he said.

It was Gloria whacking me with that cane. All you could see of me was my big arse sticking up in the air. It was all red from Gloria's ministrations. You could see the streaks where she had landed the cane on me.

I felt Josh starting to make little thrusts into me, so I reached down and cupped his balls and started to move my bottom so that his cock stirred around inside me.

I could tell he was going to come soon - he was breathing unevenly and his thrusts were becoming more urgent. I thought I would exercise those muscles I had been training with Gloria's wooden carving and weights. I squeezed. Josh liked it, he let out a little murmur of appreciation. I squeezed again. Josh's murmur grew louder. He was about to come. I squeezed and jiggled for all I was worth. He came just as, on screen, Gloria landed a particularly cruel blow on the back of my legs. I felt his spunk jet up into me. I kept moving until he relaxed. I went to dismount, but Josh said 'no'.

We stayed like that, now watching me in the bath with Paula. Josh didn't lose his erection, it didn't seem to weaken at all. After a while he put his hands between my legs and started to play with me.

We heard a tap on the door. Josh flicked a switch and on one of the monitors we saw Paula looking up into the camera. Josh released the door and Paula waltzed in.

When she saw what we were doing she said, "Sammy, you are honoured. Josh hardly ever fucks anyone except me. He really likes you, sweetheart."

Paula drew up a chair and watched with us.

"This is funny this bit," Paula said. "When we were in the bath, the second time I think it was, and Josh suddenly came in? Watch, there, see how you start like a frightened rabbit, Sammy?"

Paula had a thought: "Johnnie says Sammy is like a milking machine when she comes, Josh, shall we see?"

Paula pulled Josh's trousers away from his ankles and got down on the floor between our legs. She licked Josh's balls.

"Spunky," she said. "On seconds, eh Josh, you randy old goat? Let's make it a good one."

Paula tried to push her tongue up my cunt along with Josh's cock, but there wasn't room. She went to work on my clitty, licking and flicking it with her tongue.

"Come when you come in the bath," Paula said, her words a little muffled. "That'll milk Josh off again. You time it, Sammy."

I was pretty close already, so I put my hand on Paula's head and eased it away from me to slow things down.

"Didn't realise you were so close," Paula said.

She kissed me and nuzzled my clitty with her pouted lips.

"Stop me again if you need to, Sammy."

I could feel my cunt twitching. Josh had unbuttoned my blouse and was playing with my tits. I was on the verge. I eased Paula away again. On the screen Paula was wanking me in the bath and I was near to coming there too.

"Now," Josh said.

Paula went to work. Josh and I watched as on the screen Paula made me come and in the flesh Paula licked my cunt and made me come. I was coming, and then Josh was coming too as my milking machine did its work.

Paula lapped at us both as we subsided.

Paula got up and put her spunky tongue into my mouth. Then she kissed Josh.

"Sammy's cunt, and thick spunk for all of us to share," she said.

As we disentangled ourselves I asked Josh if what we had just done had also been recorded.

"Oh no," he said. "Not in here."

Josh closed down the show. I went to have a bath.

When I was in the bath Paula came in. She put my chain back on.

On Thursday Paula said to me, "Sammy, I don't know what you've done to Josh but he's been rampant, morning noon and night, can't stop fucking me, won't leave me alone."

"Do you need any help?" I asked.

She looked at me in admonishment. I had asked her a question. I wasn't supposed to do that. She would punish me for that, no doubt.

Paula brightened. "Anyway, I wasn't complaining," she said.

A lady called Jean visited us on Saturday. Paula and I pretended we were agents for a company selling exotic underwear. Jean had never done anything with another woman. We had to see how far we could go with her. Johnnie had fixed it all up apparently. I am not allowed to tell you what happened.

We were all settling into a most pleasant routine. Paula looked after me and Josh was my friend. After I'd seen inside his study he was much more chatty and would say things like 'you looked lovely in the shower this morning' and I knew he would have been in his upstairs study sitting behind that two-way mirror watching me washing myself.

On Sunday morning Paula and I were in the kitchen clearing away the breakfast things when Paula said, "Sammy, Josh would like a word. He's trying to pull off a big deal with a businessman from the Lebanon."

Josh was in the sitting room.

"What do you want me to do, Josh?"

"Just come along and look pretty, I think. To be honest I don't really know, but he has dropped certain hints."

It was the first time I had ever seen Josh uncertain of himself, even nervous.

"You mean he might want to fuck me? I'll do that for you Josh, of course I will." I patted his hand to reassure him.

"You don't have to, Sammy. This is different."

I felt sure Josh really did want to give me a choice, but equally sure if I'd said 'no' that Paula would have unleashed some terrible punishment on me. "Josh," I said. "I want to, really." And I did.

Paula took me to her hairdresser. "Something understated, elegant, Antonio," she said.

Antonio cut my hair, lightening it so that it glinted a golden ginger brown, then swept it back and up. The sort of hairstyle that makes you stand up straight.

Paula took me to an expensive dress shop. We tried on dress after dress. She was naughty in the changing room, insisting on licking me between my legs knowing the assistant might discover us at any moment.

In the end Paula chose black, clinging elegance. Not low cut or short, definitely elegant. Underwear so soft you could eat it, and shoes that made me feel two inches taller.

"You wouldn't look out of place in the pages of Vogue - or hooking in Paris," Paula said. "Exactly what we are after."

Josh and I were meeting Hafi on Friday evening. I came home from college early to get ready. Paula called me into the kitchen. She took my cunt chain off and slipped it into her pocket.

Hafi was a lovely man. Large but not fat, well dressed, exuding money and extremely strong aftershave. We met in a London hotel. Josh introduced me as his 'personal assistant'.

"I've never met him before," Josh had said on the way. "I've no idea whether he likes girls, boys or goats."

But Hafi like me. All through dinner he had a glint in his eye and a knee in his hand - mine.

After dinner we sat in the hotel lounge.

"If your property is of such high quality as your staff, Mr Miles, then I think we may successfully conclude our business dealings to our mutual satisfaction in spite of any differences that may have caused our two peoples difficulties in, shall we say, less enlightened times."

In other words 'if I can shag your secretary we can do a deal even though you're Jewish' is I think what he meant.

As we sipped brandy a bell boy approached us.

"Mr Miles?"

"Yes?" Josh said.

"There is an urgent phone call for you, sir."

"Ah, please excuse me," Josh said. "This may take some time. If I don't see you before tomorrow could I suggest we meet at nine thirty to finalise the arrangements, Hafi?"

Hafi was looking meaningfully into my eyes when he replied, "That will be most satisfactory, Joshua my friend. Most satisfactory."

Josh had barely turned his back when Hafi said, "Perhaps you would care to join me for some champagne and a little caviar in my suite?"

I put my hand on his knee. "That would be delightful, Hafi," I said.

A bottle of champagne and two glasses and a silver dish of caviar awaited us in his suite. He insisted I tried them both. Oddly, when I tasted the caviar I was immediately reminded of Gloria. Hafi fed the caviar to me as I sat on his knee.

"Perhaps you would be more comfortable out of that wonderful dress?" he suggested.

Of course I would. I slipped my dress off and sat on his knee again, sporting only a lacy bra, flimsy knickers, stocking and suspenders.

"Ah, the English Rose," he said. "So delicate, so poised, so fragrant."

"Hafi, sweetie," I said. "Look at you, all dressed up like that, you're embarrassing me wearing practically nothing."

"I don't think so, my little rose, but you are right, it is time to loosen my tie."

I loosened Hafi's tie, slipped off his jacket, undid his trousers, removed his shirt, pulled off his shoes and socks, pulled off his trousers then pulled off his underpants. Hafi sat down on the edge of the bed.

"It is not much for such a big man is it, my desert flower?"

To be honest, it wasn't. Stiff, but tiny, a little finger alongside Johnnie's wrist of a cock.

I wasn't sure what to do next. Hafi was.

"Now you're overdressed," he said playfully.

I laughed and slipped off my bra and knickers. I kept my stockings on.

"Ah, let me look at you," Hafi said. "Ah, an oasis without palms, all the better to let the camel see the watering hole. Come, another glass of champagne, on my lap, little one."

I sat on his lap sipping champagne, his little spike against my naked thigh. I was still unsure what I should be doing.

"I have a wish," Hafi started. "No, what is it in English - a desire. Yes. As you see I am a small man but then a bigger man with this wish..." He gave a little shrug.

Got it! He wanted to put it up my bottom. At last I knew what to do.

"Hafi," I said. "Of course you can do that, I'd like that very much."

"Are you serious, my flower?"

I nodded. I hopped off his lap and took his little cock in my mouth to wet it. I sat back down on his lap and guided his cock to the entrance. I licked my fingers and wetted my arsehole for him. I sat down on him. At first it would not slide in. I tried to relax my muscle. This time I felt his cock slide into my arsehole. I moved down on him slowly, not sure how far it could go in before it might hurt.

Hafi's cock went all the way into my arsehole without any discomfort. It was a pleasant sensation. I began to move up and down on him, but I found it did not slide in and out, but was gripped dryly by my arsehole.

But Hafi liked it, so I continued to move up and down, all the time feeling I might suck his cock and his balls right up inside me at any moment!

I squeezed my anal muscle to see what response that would draw. Hafi like that too.

Then he slid forward, off the edge of the bed, pushing me onto the floor on all fours. Then he went to work, fucking my arsehole like a dog.

Now he was in his element. His cock began to slide in and out now, perhaps he was lubricating for both of us. I was surprised that having my bottom attended to in this way aroused me, but it did. I wanted to put my hand between my legs and play with myself, but I didn't in case it upset Hafi.

Hafi was going strong, panting away. I knelt still, keeping my position right so he did not slip out of me.

When Hafi came he hardly made a sound. I wondered how far up inside me his spunk would go. I wondered if a little cock meant not much spunk.

When he had finished he pulled out of me and asked me if I was all right.

I turned and kissed and cuddled this gentle man.

Hafi asked me if I wanted to stay the night, but I sensed he didn't want me to. When I said I wasn't sure he said it was best he kept a clear head for his 'meeting with Zion' the following morning.

I picked up my clothes and went to the bathroom to wash. None of Hafi's spunk seemed to be leaking out of me. I dressed quickly in the bathroom. When I came out Hafi was wearing a dressing gown.

"There's something for you, on the table, my sweet English rose," he said.

I picked up the envelope and looked inside. There must have been several hundred pounds inside. I put it back.

"Hafi, thank you, but it was because I wanted to," I said.

He gave a little shrug. I kissed him on the cheek and left.

I was going back to my room, but on an impulse I knocked on Josh's door.

Josh looked relieved to see me.

"Sammy, come in. How was it?"

"Fine, Josh, relax."

"He wasn't into goats then? You know what they say: a woman for necessity, a boy for preference but a goat for pleasure."

I laughed. "Actually it was my arse he was into," I said.

"Sammy, are you all right?"

I started to giggle. "It was only this big." I held up my little finger.

We both started to laugh.

"Can I sleep with you tonight, Josh?" I said.

"Sammy, of course you can."

We snuggled up together. Although Josh had an erection all night we didn't do anything. He seemed to enjoy cuddling up to me, pressing himself against me. I enjoyed the feel of it hard against me. I did wonder whether it was me or the thought of his deal that made him stiff all night though.

When we got home Paula was at the door to welcome us home.

"Well?" she said. "How did it go?"

"We did it!" Josh exclaimed. He almost seemed emotional.

We went into the sitting room and Josh opened a bottle of champagne.

"This deal's going to be worth more than a million to me, Sammy. I don't think it would have happened without you. I will make it up to you somehow."

I had no idea so much was at stake. I was glad he hadn't told me before or I might have been as nervous as he had been. But I didn't think I had really made any difference to the deal at all.

Two days later Hafi rang to tell Josh what a good deal Josh had got from him, that he was very happy with the property, and was Josh's secretary there?

Josh passed the phone to me, reflecting, "He's too happy, I must have undercharged him..."

"My little rose?" Hafi said.

"Yes, Hafi, how are you?"

"Well, my flower, well. Something is delivered for you today. I do not know your name so it is for Mr Miles, but it is yours. Tell Joshua he doesn't get such a good price next time." He was chuckling to himself. He put the phone down.

Half an hour later a little red Japanese sports car was delivered to the door.

"He did like you, Sammy," Josh said.

"How am I going to explain that to Mum and Dad?" I said. Besides which, I couldn't drive.

We decided to register the car in Paula's name. Josh would pay the running costs - and would pay for me to have driving lessons.

Paula was very quiet for the rest of the week. I sensed she was unsure whether we were to continue as we had been before Hafi.

So on Sunday morning I came downstairs naked and said, "Paula, I know I am not supposed to ask questions, but is it all right if I go back upstairs and have a wank? I'm feeling very aroused. And, what should I wear today?"

Paula suppressed a laugh. "OK, Sammy, just one. Do it with the shower head in front of the mirror."

I nodded. "And I seem to have mislaid my chain." We both knew I hadn't, but Paula understood.

"Go and have your wank, then lie on your back on your bed and I will come and put your chain on."

After I had wanked in front of the mirror I lay on the bed. Paula came in almost immediately, she must have been watching me from the other side of the mirror.

But she did not put my chain on. She made love to me, kissing me and cuddling me, making me come. Then she made me lie on my front. She slippered my bottom until it was hot and red and sore. Then she turned me over and put my chain on.

"No sex for a very long time for you," she said, and she strode out.

The next morning, Monday, Paula said after breakfast, "Sammy, you may not have a pee today until afternoon break. At afternoon break you must go into the car park, find a secluded spot, take your jeans down and piss on the ground. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Paula," I said. I was happy things were back to normal.

It was like that all week. Paula was explicit about everything I had to do. I wasn't allowed to go to the lavatory unless she told me to, she told me when and how to bathe, what to wear, when to go to bed and when to get up - it was wonderful.

The following Saturday at about six o'clock Paula said, "Go upstairs, wash, put your school uniform on, we're all going to a party."

On the way to the party Paula and I sat together in the back of the car.

"Now then, Sammy, what did you do last Sunday that you were told never to do?"

I knew what she meant, of course. "I asked you if I could wank," I said.

"Uhuh. And does that deserve punishment?"

"Yes," I said.

Paula fell silent.

Everyone was at the party. There I received my punishment, at least I assumed it was my punishment. Paula lent me to Jane. Jane beat me until I broke down. Everyone was watching - except Paula. Jane hurt me but I loved it, I loved it because it showed Paula she could do anything she liked with me. I liked that.



It was almost Christmas. Mummy and Daddy were going to come and collect me. The day before they arrived all my old clothes were dumped back in my room, my chunky shirts, my baggy jeans, my pullovers.

When Mummy rang to arrange what time to come and get me, Paula invited them to have lunch before taking me home.

Paula said I ought to look smart and should wear the black dress. Paula put my hair up, insisting we were both completely naked as she did so.

I opened the door when Mummy and Daddy arrived. I was so pleased to see them. But for an instant I don't think Mummy quite recognised me. "Samantha," she said, "goodness..."

"My, my, my," Daddy said, and I heard a little catch in his voice. "I think she's grown, mother."

"No," Mummy said. "Just grown up, just grown up."

Poor old Daddy, I'm sure there was a tear in the corner of his eye. He had lost his little girl. I took his arm and led him through to the sitting room. "My, my, my," he said again.

"Give over, you daft apeth," Mummy hushed him.

I poured Daddy a bigger drink than I should have given he would be driving later.

Mummy said, "Thank you for looking after Samantha so well, Paula, I hope she hasn't given you any trouble."

"No trouble at all," Paula said winking at me. "We'll miss her though, not having her back here next term."

My mouth sank open in shock. For the first time in ages I had that awful cold feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Oh, aren't you coming back here, Samantha?" Mummy asked me. "I thought you liked it?"

I tried not to look surprised. "Yes, I do, I..."

"Sammy has found a flat," Paula said. "She'll tell you all about it over lunch. Shall we get lunch, Sammy?"

I followed Paula into the kitchen, leaving Josh to make conversation. I was upset, I was trying not to cry.

"Sammy," Paula said. "You've outgrown us, it's time you branched out on your own."

"But Paula, I so like you looking after me, telling me what to do and everything."

Paula patted my hand. "I know you do, sweetheart. You can come and visit and I'll give you hell for a few days, dictate every second, make you do vile and disgusting things, don't worry."

I would look forward to that at least.

"We've got a lovely flat for you, Sammy. Josh owns the block. This flat is special, he doesn't let it. Wired for sound and vision. Rent free of course."

I was so relieved. I'd be in their flat, they weren't abandoning me.

"I'll still control you, Sammy, don't worry. You must find someone to share with, a girl. A nice convent girl perhaps?"

I smiled. I began to understand.

Over lunch Mummy said to me, "Tell me about your flat, Samantha, is it near?"

I saw Paula give a little nod.

"Yes, quite near. All mod cons," I said.

"Can you afford it, dear?" Mummy asked.

"Yes, I'm going to share it. There's a girl at college, very quiet, she's in digs at the moment, she hates it."

It was Paula's turn to look surprised now. But my mind was racing. Me, my own flat, my little red car - and Alison. Alison was an awful girl. She was quiet, she never smiled, her hair always looked greasy, she never had a nice thing to say about anything or anyone. She had once asked me if I knew of anywhere she could live as she hated her digs so much. Yes, she would be just right, just right. Boy, did I have a treat in store for her.

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