43 Katie`s story 3 - Sex Stories

43 Katie`s story 3

Katie`s story At 3.45 she was summoned to the waiting area beside the stairs dressed as she had been ordered in just an old housecoat, Jess secured her hands in front of her with leather cuffs then kissed her, wished her good luck and withdrew leaving her alone as the lord had requested. They heard the chopper arrive it was just 4 pm, as the door to the helipad opened and the butler greeted the noble lord, ushering him into the waiting area and introducing her as the slut. The beady eyed lord nodded, and then removed his clothing, revealing a man of about 50 years, balding, overweight, short and hairy. She stood impassively watching as he collected the end of the chain and with a tug led her to the stairs. They were followed to the dungeon by the butler bearing the clothes and a tray of drinks which he placed on the whipping horse and setting an old alarm clock, before nodding at the noble lord and withdrawing yet again he had walked this road before. She heard the key turn locking the door as he left. Grey cold eyes surveyed her as he removed her cuffs, she rubbing her chafed wrists as he addressed her explaining that he had “paid for her for four hours” and that “if she survived it would be a matter of luck for her and her owner but he would do his utmost in the next hours to see that did not happen!” Tears welled behind her eyes as he went on that “he would enjoy catching her first then he would use a whip for the rest of the available time.” She was told to remove her ...

... robe then she was to have a seconds start on him to evade his clutches He reached forward and took a drink, offering her one at the same time; she refused stepping away from this revolting item of inhuman flesh that had just explained he was to attempt to whip her to death. He smiled then took a grab at her wrist; she dodged it quickly stepping backwards, and the game began, he grabbing at her, she dodging him and kicking at him in fear of her life she knew she needed to keep from his grasp, she ducked under the bed, desperately trying to get her breath, he swiped at her leg, she slipping from the other side of the bed for more than an hour they dodged about the three door-less rooms, he nearly managed to get a grip of her in the wet room , but her sweaty skin allowed her to slip from his grasp, she avoided that room from then on there being no items to dodge behind. Being a cook in her working life had meant she was not as fit as someone with a more physical job the noble lord was by now showing his age, slowing considerably as well. The second hour passed, neither having the upper hand, the lord snatching a glass and swallowing its contents in a rush as he passed the tray. Knowing she was beginning to flag she ripped a crop from the wall, using it to swipe at him adding a further problem to his capture of his quarry. Both were now gasping for breath, the noble lord pulling a whip from the rack and swinging it at the legs of the rapidly moving woman, a livid red stripe appeared ...