On A Short Leash by Lindsay Ross Read Free Book Online Page B

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    She was still afraid of what could happen, still unsure of how she would respond if he got really rough with her, though it was hard to imagine him angry enough to lose control. His caning of her had been slow and deliberate and, looking at the results, she could see the purple lines were neatly spaced. It might seem a ridiculous thought but she appreciated he’d taken care with her.
    He gave her many tasks in the next month and she knew they were tests of her resolve and commitment.
    Some were routine, like doing his housework and preparing his meals. Others were bizarre.
    Not far from Branksholme College was a hostel that provided beds for down and outs, mostly alcoholics. They weren’t allowed into the place until fairly late and they congregated in a yard hugging their bottles until they got the word. Although they were mainly screened off from the public by a high wall, there was one part where it was possible to see through black spiked railings.
    When it was dusk Andy took Chrissie in his car and parked in the street across from the hostel.
    It was a warm evening and Chrissie wore nothing but a leather belted coat.
    ‘You go round them all,’ he said. ‘However many there are. And you stay till I call you back.’
    Chrissie tried to think of nothing else but pleasing Andy. She would try not to look in their eyes…
    She slipped through the gate and went to a man with grey stubble who was leaning against the wall. She stood close to him and opened her coat to reveal her naked body, then let the coat fall to the ground. His eyes widened and he looked at the bottle he held in his hand as if seeking an explanation for his hallucination, unable to believe she was real. Chrissie pushed her body against his, her senses almost overwhelmed by the sour stench of stale sweat and alcohol mingled with the smell of urine. She nearly retched but just kept control.
    Chrissie knew Andy would be watching through the railings.
    She kissed the man, forcing her tongue into his stinking mouth and his hands reached up to claw at her breasts.
    He swore under his breath as if angry that the drink should play such cruel tricks, convinced she would melt away any second or return to the bottle like a genie.
    She fumbled with his flies and with the twine that acted as a belt round his trousers. When she opened them, his cock was limp but she pulled it and squeezed his slack balls.
    His hands dropped from feeling her breasts to search for her pussy.
    Other men became aware of her presence.
    She felt someone was behind her on his knees trying to lick between her legs and she parted her thighs a little. He grabbed her bottom cheeks and forced them apart so his tongue could reach both orifices with long licks like a dog licking the length of a juicy bone before applying its teeth.
    The man who was fingering her called her a fucking bitch.
    Chrissie felt his anger more than his desire, or the two were indistinguishable.
    She was forgetting the situation. Forgetting she had come amongst them just like a bitch in heat, invading the companionship of the male pack, intent on upsetting them with her female body.
    It was as though she was taunting them. She was not only female, but young and healthy and fresh. She reminded them how far they had fallen.
    And what kind of woman offers her body to men like they knew themselves to be? For anyone remotely respectable they were untouchables.
    Mob-handed now, they forced Chrissie onto her knees and one of them mounted her whilst others got down and slapped her face with their cocks, searching for her mouth. Finally one of this group prevailed and, pushing his rivals away, grabbed Chrissie’s hair to lift her face so that, kneeling down, he could push his prick between her lips.
    They took turns using her until Andy stepped in, kicking some of the scrabbling figures away, thrust her coat into her arms and propelled her towards the car.
     
    Housework might be routine but not the way Andy made