Walk

Mark went to the closet and brought out Nikki’s walking things. First there were the boots. Thick soled and flat healed they were perfect for outdoor walks. They looked like a normal pair of leather hiking boots, except that they extended up over her knees and half way up her thighs. They laced all the way up the front with an incredibly long set of laces. They had been custom made for Nikki, so they were snug at the calf and at the thigh.

Nikki dreaded the boots. They took forever to get on. While they were comfortable, they were heavy and made walking that much harder. But mostly she dreaded them because they meant long walks. She only wore them on days when she would be forced to walk for hours on the trails and paths of the property. It was great exercise, but hard work.

“Hold on to the back of the couch, I’m going to let you stand while I put them on you; give your ass a little bit of a break.” Mark kneeled down in front of her, helping her slide her right foot into the boot. He worked patiently at the laces, starting from the bottom and working his way up, tightening, pulling, molding the boot to her foot. She felt the leather tightening, encasing her. Almost like a caress. It was like her leg was being tightly held in his embrace.

After a good 15 minutes he had both boots on her. The effect was dramatic. The dark leather ending at the top of her thighs, her skin white and creamy above it, the small strip of pubic hair outlining her pubic area. Her hips curved up and out, her waist tapered in, and her breasts hung heavy above the drama of the boots.

“Nice.” Mark walked around behind her now. “Oh! Your ass looks so amazing.” He stood back, admiring his handiwork.

“I’m going to let you go without a skirt. I think your ass will be more comfortable in the open air. And I want everyone to see that you have been punished.” He looked thoughtful for a moment.

“If anybody asks you what happened or why you were punished, you should just say simply, ‘I deserved it.’ Nobody needs to know anything more than that, and it sounds beautifully humble.”

Nikki nodded. “Yes, Sir. I deserved it.” It did sound simple. And it was the truth.

“Now, let me get a corset on you. I want to give your breasts a little support for this walk. You can jiggle, it’s pretty, but not too much.”

Mark got her elastic corset out of the closet. It was a simple garment, one circular piece of elastic, with metal boning that ran vertically every 2-3 inches. It hooked in the front and had buckles in the back for tightening it further. Mark stood in front of her and had her put her hands up over her head while he attached it starting at the top and working his way down. When he was done it held her straight and pushed her breasts up and out from below. The full curve of her breasts and her dark nipples were on display.

Mark took out a big floppy hat and a big bottle of lotion. “I’m going to sunscreen you first. Even though it is early, you can never be too careful.” He rubbed lotion all over her shoulders, her arms, her breasts, the top of her thighs, where the boots ended. He carefully applied it lightly to her sore ass. He even tilted her face up to him and gently rubbed sunscreen on the plane of her cheekbones, her nose, her forehead, her chin, and her neck. Then he put the hat on her head.

“Let’s go.” Mark put on her ordinary collar and leash. She had a moment of sadness missing her beautiful golden collar and her gold leash. But she felt comforted by the everyday nature of this set. It was like she was home.

Mark led her out of the room and down the corridor. The corset holding her up tall, her breasts jiggling with each step, her skin shining slightly from the sunscreen, her ass still stiff. She was aware of the stripes that must still be visible. She felt the heaviness of the boots, the heels clicking on the floor. She thought about what she must look like. Charles was right, she felt even more a slave now that her ass was marked this way. She was embarrassed, but also proud. Embarrassed that the others might think she had been bad, but proud that she had been able to stand it. That she hadn’t passed out until after it was over.

They had now gone out behind the main building. There was an equipment shed, with various training devices. Frankly, she didn’t even like to look at it. There were a bunch of really unpleasant things in there.

Susan was already there with her two slaves, a boy and a girl. Nikki had never met them before. But she was immediately intimidated. They were young. In their early 20s. And so incredibly beautiful. Both dark; straight, thick, black hair and dark skin, big dark eyes. All lean muscles and smooth skin. He was, of course, fully erect. Her breasts were perky and round, young, with incredibly dark nipples, so dark they looked like chocolate.

Ohhh. Nikki immediately felt her imagination go into overdrive. She could see herself with her face between those two pretty breasts, her hands caressing them, her head moving to take one nipple in her mouth, her lips firm on the young flesh. Her fingers gently playing with the other. She could hear the girl’s moans in her head, could feel her responding, her hips moving, her legs parting. She could feel it and she wanted it. Knew her body was reacting, her eyes widening, her mouth opening. Knew Mark would notice.

And sure enough, Mark pulled her up sharply by her leash. “Nikki!” His voice was firm. “Get yourself together.” He tilted her head up so she was no longer staring at the girl’s breasts. “These are Susan’s slaves that will be in your auction group. Their names are Tanuja and Sunil. You will be with them all day today. But let me repeat. There will not be any sexual games today. You will be kept aroused, but not allowed to satisfy yourselves.”

At that moment, and as if this was not enough, Tony arrived with Oliver. Nikki felt him looking at her before she even turned her head to see him. There he was. She felt a jolt, remembering. She glanced down at his cock, saw it jump under her gaze. Remembered it sliding into her. Ohh. She tore her head away before Mark had to correct her again, but she was acutely aware of the fact that Oliver could see the welts on her ass, knew that she had been punished, would be imagining why. She blushed.

“What a pretty color your slave is.” Tony was addressing Mark. He continued. “I understand congratulations are in order.” He paused, “I heard about her ratings from Charles Tilton. Quite impressive.” He patted the younger man on the back. “I’ve never seen something like that. You must be pleased.”

Now Nikki was feeling embarrassed in the other direction. Would the other slaves think she was stuck up? Would they feel more competitive with her? She reddened even further. But when she glanced up at Oliver, he was just grinning at her. And the two new slaves didn’t seem to have noticed the conversation.

“Well, let’s get these slaves going, shall we.” Susan was speaking for the first time. Nikki immediately liked her voice. She was so commanding. Business like, but warm at the same time. Really a lovely combination.

“I’ll take them out.” Mark was volunteering. Nikki was sorry. Mark was a fast walker, and had tremendous stamina. At least if Tony had taken them, maybe they would have gone a slightly more leisurely pace. Plus Mark knew her so well, he knew just how hard to push her.

“Tow rope?” Tony was walking over to the shed.

“Yes, that would be perfect.”

The tow rope was a diabolical invention. It was simple. A long piece of rope that had loops knotted in it for each of the slaves. It ensured that they all walked at the same pace a fixed distance apart, but it was flexible enough to enable each slave to take the lead and set the pace at different points in the walk. The trainer would walk next to the looped slaves, encouraging them with words and the occasional slap. Very effective.

Tony returned with the rope and they were lined up, Oliver in front, then Sunil, then Tanuja, and then Nikki. The rope was placed around their waists, tightened. Then they were given walking sticks, kind of like cross country ski poles. Nikki realized she had the perfect view of Tanjua’s round beautiful ass. She could imagine caressing it, cupping it gently, and then spreading the cheeks, delving into the center of the young woman. She was about to lose herself in the idea of it when she realized she needed to pull herself together, that Mark was watching.

Mark gave them instructions. They were to walk at a brisk pace, use the poles to pick up speed, and keep some slack in the rope. After some time, he would switch the lead. The goal was to keep a very steady pace. Not bang into the slave in front, but not be dragged either. He emphasized that it was up to each of them to keep the pace steady.

And then they were off. Nikki’s boots were heavy. She felt the tension of having to stay on pace. In fact, it required an enormous amount of concentration. Soon after they got started, Sunil was caught short, and he got yanked by Oliver, almost making him fall down, so he sped up, causing Tanuja to speed up, so that when he slowed back to Oliver’s pace, Nikki banged into Tanuja. They readjusted and finally fell into a natural pace.

Soon they were moving along rapidly, breathing hard and sweating, the terrain relatively flat and easy to navigate. As they got further from the main building, the ground got rougher, became more of a trail than a path and required still more concentration. Nikki could feel her muscles working, her body straining, she was pulling the air into her lungs. Her boots landing on small pebbles and loose dirt, sliding, and then gaining footing. Oof. It was hard work.

Mark kept them going fast, pushing them harder, urging them on. Oliver was setting a tough pace. They started up a small incline. Now Nikki was really huffing and puffing. Mark took a turn behind her, still calling out to the whole team to go faster and faster. Nikki redoubled her efforts with her hands and arms, using the poles to get more speed going. She did this kind of walking often enough to know that it really made a difference. She might feel it in her back, but she could keep up better.

At least her ass was feeling better. All of the effort was making her less stiff, her muscles moving steadily, warming up. She could feel the bruises but it wasn’t so bad. Since there were no open wounds, her sweat and the sunscreen weren’t irritating it more.

“Stop!” Mark called out the command. Finally they were switching leaders. Now it was Sunil’s turn. He went to the front and Oliver and Tanuja had to walk side by side, with Nikki taking up the rear. This was harder than the full line configuration because in this way, if Sunil didn’t stay steady it was a real issue. And it was hard for two to walk abreast on the trail.

They fell into step. It hadn’t been much of a break. And now they were going faster. Ohh. Nikki could barely keep up. It was unfair. The others were so much younger and stronger. She was panting and sweating.

Finally, the path opened up on a kind of clearing, with a small cottage and a fenced in yard. Nikki had never been up this way before. It was quite picturesque, the woods opening up, the little house charming and rustic.

“Stop!” Mark called them up short. The four of them stood together in the morning sun, sweating and breathing hard.

“Wait here. I’ll go see if they are at home.” Mark headed off towards the cottage.

Tanuja turned to Nikki. “What happened to you? Your ass?” Her accent was charming – she was clearly Indian with that lovely British accent that comes from going to the best schools in a colonial outpost.

“I was beaten last night.” Nikki tried to keep it simple, but still be open and straightforward.

“Why, what did you do?” Tanjua was clearly fascinated.

“I deserved it.” Nikki was uncomfortable with the brief answer, usually she was much more willing to disclose.

“Oh. Well, it looks beautiful. May I touch it?” Tanuja seemed satisfied enough by the answer, and certainly not turned off by it.

“Of course.” Nikki took a step closer to Tanuja and turned to show her the marks on her ass.

Tanuja reached out and gently ran her hand over Nikki’s bottom. Shivers went up Nikki’s spine. The touch felt so good. It didn’t hurt that Tanuja was so beautiful. Nikki imagined the girl’s breasts moving as she reached towards Nikki’s ass. Nikki couldn’t help herself, she opened her legs to make her sex available to the girl, should she want it. Sure enough, Tanuja responded, moving her hand closer and closer to the center of Nikki’s ass. Soon she was cupping Nikki’s pussy and Nikki was rocking into it, bending her legs and rocking her hips back. Oh, it felt good. She could feel the moisture flowing.

Now Sunil and Oliver had noticed what was happening. They were watching, and Oliver had started to touch his cock. They had their backs to the cottage and were between the girls and the slope, blocking Nikki and Tanuja’s view of the cottage. So none of them noticed that Mark was on his way back up the hill.

“I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?” Mark was swatting at them with his poles. “Hands over your heads, right now!”

All four slaves immediately raised their arms to the sky, the poles dangling strangely limp from their wrists.

“Well, I wasn’t sure if I was going to frustrate you further by making you watch Ryan and Dan. But now I definitely am. It will make you regret this little indiscretion I just saw.”

Nikki had no idea what Mark was talking about, but it didn’t sound good.

“Come on down to the cottage.”

All of them tromped down to the cottage and in through the cute little front door. Inside it was cool; Nikki could feel the sweat drying on her body, her muscles starting to tighten again. After the bright sunshine of the clearing, the cottage was so dark it was hard to see. It took a couple of moments, but she could make out a fireplace, a rough hewn table with benches, and an old fashioned canopy bed. There were two incredibly gorgeous, naked, young men sitting at the table. The two men got up as the slaves came in the door.

“These must be your new evaluees, Mark. Very nice.” Ryan and Dan looked the four slaves up and down, appraising. “What would you like us to do for them?”

Mark turned to the four slaves. “Put your poles down by the door and come over here by the table.” The slaves hurried to obey. “On your knees, facing our hosts, and your hands clasped behind your necks. Now.”

Nikki and the others immediately dropped to their knees. Nikki could feel the hard dirt floor, cold air on her pussy. She was confused. Ryan and Dan were clearly slaves, after all they were naked, but they were living here without a Trainer or Master. What was this about? How had they been left like this?

Mark turned to the two men. “It’s your show. Whatever you would like.” Obviously, Mark wasn’t going to provide them with any further explanation. She would just have to live with the ambiguity.

The taller of the two men opened his arms and said “Dan, come.” Simply, but very invitingly. The other man went to him and now they were kissing. The room was dim, but the light just made them look more beautiful. She could see their arms wrapped around each other and she could almost feel the embrace on her own body. Her nipples hardening even further as she imagined the sensation of skin against skin.

The kiss got deeper and deeper. It seemed like the two men were melding into one. Now Ryan dropped his hands to Dan’s hips, holding him closer. From where she was kneeling, Nikki could see Ryan’s penis, long and hard, the skin red and inflamed looking. His cock was not particularly thick, but it was plenty long. As Nikki saw it rubbing against Dan’s stomach, she could easily imagine what it would feel like in her hand. Then Ryan used what looked like a wrestling move, he wrapped one leg around Dan’s outside leg and took Dan down. The two men were on the ground, still kissing, increasingly passionately. Nikki could hear the sounds of it, slurpy and wet.

She felt her body react. Her breath was coming faster now. She was rocking slightly pushing her hips forward. She almost felt like moaning. Oh how she wanted to be Dan! Wanted to have Ryan on top of her. Wanted to be the one whose legs he was pushing apart. She felt the heat of it, watching.

Now Ryan had Dan’s legs totally open, and back. Ryan’s hands were on Dan’s thighs, holding him up and back, as if he was being rolled into a ball. Nikki could see Dan’s ass, open, his anus puckered and pink. She could feel her own anus flutter in response. Mark hadn’t been kidding when he said this was going to be frustrating. She wanted to get up and run over and push Dan to the side, let Ryan hold her thighs open and back, let him put his cock at her opening. She used every ounce of willpower to stay still and continue watching.

“Watch!” Mark slapped Sunil hard on the ass. Nikki hadn’t been paying attention to anything other than Ryan and Dan. But apparently Sunil had not been able to take the tantalizing spectacle and he had looked away. Not acceptable.

Nikki looked back at the pair in front of her. Ryan’s cock was poised right in front of Dan’s asshole. He leaned over and spit a big load of phlegm to help lubricate. Between that and the pre-cum Nikki had seen glistening on Ryan, there should be enough lubrication. Nikki held her breath in anticipation. She wanted to see Ryan’s long cock slide into Dan’s hole.

Ryan was pushing, his ass flexing, and now Dan’s body was yielding. She could see the head of Ryan’s cock enter. Dan’s neck arched back. He was still held in a ball by Ryan’s hands, the larger man’s weight pressing down on Dan’s thighs. But clearly something had changed. There was penetration. And it got deeper and deeper.

Nikki could feel it in her own entrails. She could imagine the feeling of being opened, spread wide, pushed apart. Ohhh. She felt her cunt flutter in sympathy. Meanwhile she saw Ryan getting deeper, he was pushing further in, his ass thrusting, pulling back slightly and then thrusting deeper. Finally, he was in all the way to the hilt. Dan was groaning his cock huge and red, pressed into Ryan’s stomach. Dan reached down and held his own cock in his hand as Ryan continued to fuck him.

Now Ryan was thrusting rhythmically, pulling most of the way out and then ramming his cock home, deep in Dan’s ass. Nikki felt each thrust, as if it were in her. She could hear her own moans, and she could also hear Tanuja next to her. She glanced over at Oliver and Sunil. They were clearly as moved by the view as she was, she could see them rocking their hips, their cocks standing out in front of them.

The smell in the cottage intensified. It was a combination of earth, fire, sweat, and sex. A delicious perfume. Nikki thought, they should bottle this as a new form of musk. Intense sex.

The two men were joined together, grunting. Ryan still thrusting hard, but now each trust accompanied with a sound, the intensity so strong you could cut it with a knife. The slaves were undulating in sympathy. And then Ryan gave two big, hard, fast thrusts and came, with a roar, deep into Dan. Dan moaned, increased the intensity of his own jerking off, and came onto Ryan’s chest.

Ryan and Dan collapsed into a panting heap, kissing, holding each other, moaning. They were covered in sweat and dirt from the floor, cum was spread on Ryan’s chest and leaking from Dan’s ass. A waft of strong cum smell hit Nikki’s nostrils, her olfactory senses firing hard into her brain.

All the slaves felt a little stunned. But they were hardly given a moment to recover. Mark was slapping Tanuja’s ass and saying, “you are in the lead, girl. Let’s head back to the facility.”

That was it? Nikki was stunned. They weren’t going to be given any chance to satisfy themselves or each other, even after that? No further explanation of who Ryan and Dan were or why they were living in the middle of the woods? Mark really hadn’t been kidding. If he wanted them worked up to a frenzy, and frustrated, this was certainly a good way to get there.

Mark hustled them back outside and kept them on a quick pace all the way back. Nikki could only replay the images in her mind -- Ryan’s cock sliding deep, and then deeper, Dan with his legs in the air, his asshole winking, the two men kissing, the cum spurting out of Dan at the very end – and hope for some kind of relief. At least the challenge of the workout, keeping up with the younger slaves, lifting and moving the heavy boots, feeling her muscles working and her sweat running, at least that provided some diversion.