Chapter 42: Wendy Comes to Play

The next morning, when Nina returned from her run, she found Scott packing his suitcase in their bedroom. She gave him a quick kiss then pulled off her running clothes and headed for the shower. She showered very quickly, wanting to have a few more minutes with Scott before he left.

She didn’t notice Scott watching her as she got dressed, once again in her allowed slave outfit, meaning easy access to her charms and few buttons to undo. She was checking her appearance in the mirror when Scott stepped up behind her and wrapped an arm around her. He spun her into his embrace, looking carefully at the way she was dressed, and noting that her blouse was allowing a hint of the darker colour of her nipples and areolae to show through. It was just enough to indicate that she was certainly not wearing a bra.

For some reason an errant thought flashed into his mind as he looked at her. If her nipples were pierced, the jewelry would probably be evident through that blouse. He had no idea where that image had come from, and it left as soon as it came, but he was fairly certain that the thought might return at some future date.

As he pulled Nina in closer, he said, “I do have to say that I still like the slave dress code. Which reminds me, what does your Mistress call you? Does she use your name, or just call you ‘slave‘?”

“She never uses my name. Slaves have no name, so she usually calls me ‘slave‘ or ‘slut‘. If she’s feeling tender or I’m upset, she’ll call me ‘little one‘, which gets used both for slaves and submissives.”

“‘Slut‘, eh? I bet that one goes over well.”

“Actually, it’s pretty common. Most slaves get called that nearly all the time. She told me at the beginning of my training that the time would come when someone just whispering the word in my ear would make me wet and ready.”

“Really? Let’s see...” He leaned over and quietly said, “Slut”. Nina felt his hand move down her back and under her skirt, then slide around to her front. As his fingers found her slit and moved into her folds she saw him smile and say, “I’d say it works. You are quite wet.”

Before Nina could respond, Scott spun her around and put a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her to bend at the waist. She felt him fumbling behind her and then her skirt was flipped onto her back. In the next instant she felt a pressure at her pussy and his large cock slid all the way into her in one move, proving how wet she was.

She moaned out loud at the wonderful feeling, and was immediately put in mind of the last time he had done this. As he gripped her hips and pulled her back to seat himself all the way, she asked, “Are you going to leave me hanging the way you did the last time this happened?”

“Not if you’re a good slut and take this the way you should.” As he spoke he was pulling back a few inches. Before Nina could question what he meant, he slammed back into her and nearly took her breath away with the force of the penetration. Nina couldn’t help the second moan that escaped her mouth as it just felt so good.

She felt Scott’s hands move to grip her hips tightly and then he started moving her in counterpoint to his own lunges, fucking her more forcefully than he ever had with the possible exception of last night at the club. This wasn’t making love, this was pure animalistic fucking. He was forcing the sex on her and the fact that he had taken such control was driving her desire to a high level. She had told him that having someone just take her forcefully seemed to make it all the more enjoyable and the way she was feeling was proof of that.

She knew that she was going to come in no time just from the way she was being used. It was almost like rape, but she knew that her ‘rapist‘ loved her deeply. She was his slave, his sex toy, and he was showing her that he intended to use her as such, at least from time to time.

A couple of more hard strokes and her orgasm slammed into her. Her internal muscles clamped down on his cock, heightening the sensation of his cock pushing into her. Her breath was roaring in and out and she was crying out wordlessly, totally lost in the way he kept fucking her, drawing out her orgasm and nearly pushing her into a second one.

Just then she felt him starting to lose his rhythm, signaling the approach of his own orgasm. She pulled away from him, then turned and dropped to her knees. She grabbed his cock in a tight squeeze and slammed her mouth over it, swallowing him all the way into her throat. Just as she closed her lips over the root she felt the first strong blast of cum go straight down her throat.

She pulled back until he cleared her throat and then forced her way back, feeling her nose hit his pubic hair. She could hear him grunting above her, and felt the convulsions of his muscles as he pushed out the next shot of cum. His hands grabbed her head, pulling her tightly into him as he came, then sliding her back before the next shot landed on her tongue. He was fucking her face as forcefully as he had been fucking her pussy a moment ago and she was glad she could give him the pleasure he sought.

His attack on her slowed a few strokes later and she eased back on his cock until the head was resting on her tongue. She softly laved it, running her tongue all over the sensitive head, getting the last few drops of his cum. As his hands loosened on her head she pulled back a bit more, then gave the head of his cock a final soft lick and a tender kiss before she stood up and came back into his arms.

She dropped a hand to hold his softening member, squeezing it lovingly, then kissed him deeply, thanking him for what he had done to her. She leaned back and said, “I guess you took my comment last night to heart.”

He gave her a puzzled look, so she added, “I told you that it really turns me on to just be used for sex. That’s what you just did. You just grabbed me, bent me over and stuck that cock into me.” She gave the offending appendage a squeeze and a caress.

He grinned and said, “Well, in my defence you were really wet after I called you ‘slut‘ so I’d say you were quite ready for it. And somehow I think you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

She chuckled. “Oh, yes. I loved it. If this is a sign for what sex between us might be like in future, then I think I’m all for it.”

“Well, it won’t be like this all the time. When you’re my wife, and not my slave, then I think we’ll be making love and not just fucking. This was fucking, not love-making.”

“I don’t think I could take being raped all the time. A girl’s pussy can only take so much.”

“I get it. Don’t want it to get calluses from being used too hard.”

She helped Scott put his cock back in his pants. As he was zipping up, he asked, “Why did you pull off and suck me at the end? Not that I’m complaining, ‘cause I love your blowjobs, but I was just a little surprised.”

She grinned and said, “Practical reasons. As much as I would have loved to let you finish in me, if you had then I’d be dripping all morning and leaving a trail everywhere I went, or sat. This way you got to finish in something warm and wet, and I don’t have to worry about leaving a slime trail everywhere.”

“Ah, good point. I’ll remember that in future. Of course, a normal girl could just have worn some underwear and a pad or something, but you’re not allowed to do that.”

She chuckled, and said, “Can’t violate the slut dress code. Underwear is only allowed when I’m on my period.”

“And that’s what makes this lifestyle so exciting, so I’ll be enforcing the same dress code as your Mistress.” He gave her a quick kiss. “And maybe even more revealing outfits, especially if we’re going out for an evening.”

“You’re the Master, so I will wear what you desire. I just hope I won’t get arrested for it.”

“Not to worry my little slut.” He glanced at his watch, and said, “Damn! I have to hit the road or I’m going to get caught in traffic.” He pulled her in for a long kiss. As he moved away to pick up his suitcase he said, “I guess you belong to your Mistress now. I’ll be gone for about a week, so make sure you let her know you’re hers for at least that long.”

“Yes, Master, I will.” Nina felt another tremor go through her as she said the words, since this time there was a strong meaning behind them.

Gretchen was working at the reception desk, going over some invoices, when the front door opened. A young girl walked in and approached her. It took her a moment to realize who she was, and then a wide smile crossed her face. “Is that you, Wendy? You look a little different in the light of day, and without a fancy black dress.”

It was indeed Wendy, the server that she and Nina had played with at the restaurant. Today she was wearing a loose cropped top and a denim miniskirt, and didn’t appear to be wearing much in the way of makeup. She smiled at Gretchen, and said, “Yes, it’s me. You told me to drop by if I wanted to see you and Nina again. It’s taken me a couple of days to work up the courage, but...”

“But the urge finally overcame the fear? It’s okay. We don’t usually bite, but you know we like to lick and rub and caress.”

Wendy blushed a little at the memory of their last encounter. “What we did. What you and Nina did to me. I ... I still can’t get it out of my mind.”

“Ah, I see. Does that mean you’ve had trouble keeping your fingers out of your little pussy since my slave had her tongue in it?”

Wendy’s blush got deeper and she couldn’t meet Gretchen’s eyes for a moment. She finally lifted her head and asked, “Do you always talk about sex that easily? It seems kind of weird.”

“Come here, dear. Stand beside me.” She held out an arm, beckoning the nervous young girl to move beside her. She could see the trepidation on Wendy’s face, but waited to see if the girl would react.

When Wendy finally came to stand beside her, Gretchen wrapped the outstretched arm around Wendy’s shoulders and gave her a little hug. She quietly said, “You have to understand that I was trained as a slave, just like I’m training Nina, and all puritanical attitudes about sex were pretty much knocked out of me. People like us regard sex as nothing more than pure physical pleasure. Sometimes we use it as a form of control, but we also don’t moralize about it or get puritanical. Most people are very inhibited when it comes to sex, and can’t even talk openly about it. We’re not like that. There’s also never any religious aspect to it. It’s not like anyone is ever going to think that some mystical event is going to occur, although a lot of us still might call out God’s name when we’re heading for a really good orgasm.”

She could see a smile appear on Wendy’s pretty face, and brought her other hand up to brush back her hair and lift her chin so they could look into each other’s eyes. “Does that make you feel better?”

“Yeah, I think it does. It helps me to understand a bit more about where you’re coming from, and why you came after me like that.”

“Oh, that was just for fun, and because you were so pretty and were there and available. I’ve done that kind of thing before. It’s kind of like the way I first met Nina.” Gretchen smirked at the memory. “She certainly wasn’t expecting to end up naked and yelling her way through a bunch of orgasms when she walked in to check out my gym, but that’s what happened.”

Gretchen leaned in to kiss Wendy lightly on the lips, watching as she absorbed the information. Wendy gave a little shiver as she thought about how she and Nina had ended up a few nights ago, then she pulled back a little from Gretchen’s embrace. “Is Nina here? I though this might be about the time she would arrive.”

Gretchen shook her head. “She hasn’t arrived yet. She might have been delayed at work, but she should be here soon.” Gretchen looked her over carefully, then asked, “Were you hoping to get together with her? Did you want to test out her tongue again?”

Wendy blushed again, recalling the memory of the evening in the restaurant, and the things Nina had said about ‘getting horizontal together’. Gretchen pulled her in close once again, but this time she reached for Wendy’s skirt. Wendy didn’t realize what was happening until she felt Gretchen’s hand cup her pussy.

“Hmm, no panties. I guess you were looking forward to feeling Nina’s tongue again.” Gretchen slowly insinuated a finger into Wendy’s folds, discovering that she was also a little wet.

Wendy stammered out a reply, but didn’t try to pull back from Gretchen’s grasp. She gave a little start as she felt Gretchen’s finger rub over her clit. “It’s not. Oh ... I just figured if I wore panties you’d just make me take them off again.” She moaned a little as Gretchen rubbed her clit from side to side.

“Okay, but I’ll bet you’re not wearing a bra either. Lift up your top. Nina said you had really nice tits. Show them to me.”

Wendy grabbed at the hem of her top with one shaky hand and lifted it toward her chin, uncovering her breasts. They bobbled very slightly as they came into view, although that was more from her deep breathing than from any lack of firmness in the pretty breasts.

“Nina was right. Those are very pretty tits. We might need to put them on display and let people play with them.”

Before Wendy had a chance to say anything, the front door opened and Nina strode in. Seeing Wendy in Gretchen’s arms with her breasts exposed made Nina a little concerned for the girl, especially since Gretchen had said they would move the girl along slowly into their world. She knew if she tried to counteract her Mistress that she would be severely punished, but she was also afraid that rushing her could push Wendy away. She decided to try a different approach, rather than a direct confrontation.

“So, what’s up?” she asked. “Are we re-enacting the other night?”

Gretchen smirked at her, “Smartass slut.” She released Wendy from her arms, pausing to lick her wet fingers. “Wendy came by to see you, and I was just having a little chat with her.”

“Oh. A chat. Is that what they call it now?” As she spoke Nina moved up close to Wendy, who seemed a little frozen in position, still holding her top up, displaying her breasts. Nina took the opportunity to cup the two objects in her hands, squeezing them softly, and finally getting Wendy to react to her presence.

As Wendy looked into her eyes, they heard Gretchen give a little snort and say, “I am so going to put you over my knee in front of everyone. Remind me to do it later.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Nina was lightly rubbing her thumbs over Wendy’s nipples and she could feel them stiffening and coming to attention. She took each one between her thumb and index finger, squeezing them a bit harder and finally getting a reaction from Wendy who seemed to be trying to move her breasts into Nina’s grasp. Nina could hear a little moan coming from Wendy’s throat.

“Ah, you like that, I see.” Nina impulsively leaned over and kissed each nipple, then kissed Wendy on the lips for a long moment as she squeezed the nipples again, this time even tighter. She could feel a stronger moan coming through Wendy’s mouth and could tell that the young girl was very aroused.

She turned to look at Gretchen and raised an eyebrow, not wanting to speak, keeping Wendy’s attention focused on the manipulation of her breasts. Gretchen nodded her head in the direction of the door into the gym, and quietly said, “Go have fun. I might come by later to see just how soft that tongue of hers might be.”

Nina nodded at her Mistress, and quietly said, “We need to talk later. Maybe go for a drink?” Gretchen raised an eyebrow in question, but nodded. Nina turned to Wendy and wrapped an arm around her, guiding her toward the door.

As they went through, Wendy finally came to her senses, coming out from under the influence of the fog of arousal that Gretchen and Nina had put her in. “Where are we going?” she asked.

“Just into the gym. I thought maybe we could get out of our clothes and then I could give you that massage I mentioned and we could relax in the sauna.”

“Oh, that sounds nice, but why are we taking our clothes off?”

“Well, I can’t massage you while you’re dressed, you can’t use a sauna in your clothes, and the back part of the gym is a skin-only zone.”

“So, everybody is naked?”

“Yep, that’s the beauty of it. It’s fine. Everything in that part is designed for being naked. There’s the massage room, the sauna, the hot tub, and the showers. It’s hard to do any of those when you’re wearing clothes.”

“But most gyms want you to wear a bathing suit when you’re in a pool, or even in a sauna.”

Nina opened a locker for Wendy and started removing her own clothes as they spoke. “Since this is a women-only place, not wearing clothes doesn’t really matter.” She turned toward her, holding her blouse in one hand, her breasts on display. “Besides, it means that it’s really easy for everyone to check each other out, or to grab a feel.”

As she turned back to hang her blouse in her locker, she heard Wendy give a little gasp. “You mean other people might touch me?”

Nina could hear the concern in Wendy’s voice so she moved to wrap her arms around her. Wendy didn’t react to Nina’s bare breasts as they pressed into her own. Nina brushed the young girl’s hair back and softly said, “It’s okay to be a little nervous. You’re not going to have people running up and grabbing you, but they will see you naked, and you’re very pretty. They will probably make some comment about that, mainly because you’re new, and they won’t have seen you before.”

Wendy leaned back in Nina’s embrace and looked at her. “But what if they do? Want to touch me? Can I say ‘No‘?”

“If you don’t want them to touch you, you can say ‘No‘, but please be nice about it. I don’t have any choice. If they want to touch me, they can, and I have to let them.”

“You do? Why is that?”

“It’s all part of being a slave. Anyone who wants to touch me, or have sex with me doesn’t even have to ask. They can simply assume that I am available for their use.”

“Will people think I’m a slave, too? If I’m with you?”

“They might. You won’t be wearing a collar, so that should make them think twice.” She gave her a crooked grin. “If you want the full experience, I could always get Mistress to put a collar on you, but that might be a little bit too much for your first time here.”

Just then a young girl entered the changing room from the spa area. As expected, she was naked and she was also wearing a collar. Nina decided to use her obvious slavery as an object lesson for Wendy. Nina stepped back from Wendy and crooked a finger at the slave. “Slave, come here and help my friend get undressed.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Before Wendy could react, the young slave took hold of her top and lifted it over her head, baring her breasts. She then knelt and reached for the snap and zipper on her skirt, quickly freeing them and letting the skirt drop to the floor. When she grasped one of Wendy’s ankles to help her step out of the skirt, Nina could hear Wendy gasp and try to resist what was happening to her.

Nina stepped up to her and put a hand to her face, focusing Wendy’s attention on her. “It’s okay. She’s just helping you out of your clothes because I told her to do it. She’s a slave, so I was just using her to demonstrate that slaves must do what they’re told, immediately.”

Wendy grew noticeably calmer at Nina’s words, and quietly said, “Oh. I guess it’s okay, then.” She looked down at the young slave and lifted her foot to let the girl remove her skirt from that leg, followed by the other foot. Nina had stepped back to give her room, but the slave didn’t seem to be in a rush to get off her knees.

The slave looked up at Wendy and asked, “May I?” Wendy wasn’t sure what she meant, but then she heard Nina say, “Yes, but only a taste—understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Nina wasn’t sure how Wendy would take this next event, so she watched carefully as the young slave leaned forward to stick her tongue in Wendy’s pussy. She heard Wendy gasp again, then moan and tip her head back as the slave had obviously found her clit and was giving it a good tongue lashing.

A moment later the slave rocked back on her heels and stood up. She pulled Wendy into her arms and kissed her, then said, “I hope we get to play again sometime. You’re very pretty and very tasty.” She turned to hang Wendy’s skirt and top in a locker, then faced Nina and asked, “Will there be anything more, Mistress? Should I do you as well?”

“No, you did well, my young slut. Carry on with what you were doing.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Nina moved over to Wendy and put a finger under chin. “How are you doing? Everything good?”

“I think I can see what Gretchen was saying earlier. Sex for all of you is just for the simple pleasure. No restrictions, no baggage, no religious atonement.”

“That’s the life of the slave. To be used for pleasure, to give it to other people, but not always to get all that much.”

“But that girl ... she actually wanted to lick me, just because I was there and naked?”

“She’s a slave. That’s her function. It’s that simple.” She ran a hand through Wendy’s hair and pulled her head in for a kiss. “Of course, there are also the facts that you are gorgeous and naked, so there are some good motivating factors.”

Wendy rolled her eyes, then gave Nina a kiss to acknowledge what she was saying. Nina stepped back and turned to her locker. “Let me get these stockings and shoes off, then we can go take a tour.” She quickly put her clothes away while Wendy added her sneakers to her locker. Nina then took Wendy’s hand and led her out of the locker room and into the spa area of the club.