Rescuing Robin

By Rex Saviour

Robin is being constantly beaten and abused by her monstrous husband when they encounter Edward, a timid wimp who is to be her only possible rescuer. But Edward develops into a formidable foe - and also somewhat of a sadist himself.

This is a higly erotic bondage and BDSM adventure story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bondage Books
• Release date: Feb 17, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458122704

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Rescuing Robin

Rex Saviour

Copyright Rex Saviour

All events and characters are fictitious

Smashwords edition 2010

Published by Bondage Books

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PROLOGUE

I kept my appointment with Edward at his super luxurious house in Surbiton exactly on time. Edward is said to be a rather precise man about timing. And he is certainly keen on security! The house was like a fortress.

Rex Saviour, I presume? Come in, my dear fellow, come in, he said. Then, when he had at last dealt with all the chains and bolts and locked us in, he looked hopefully at my companion and raised an eyebrow..

I have taken the liberty of bringing Erica, I said. She is my ward. That is simplifying it somewhat, but it will do for now.

As in -? He raised his eyebrow again and left the sentence hanging.

As in property, I confirmed.

Ah now! he said. He gave her an enthusiastic kiss that she was unable to avoid, then slid the cloak off her slim shoulders and gave a little whistle. Wow!

That is quite a usual reaction to a first sight of Erica naked. I must admit she does look rather delicious wearing only my belt, which she keeps handy for me this way, and her broad studded leather collar with its neat little tag ‘Property of Rex’, and the high-heel shoes with the heels removed, which keep her on tiptoe. Her arms were folded up behind her back and strapped there, hands to opposite elbows, as is the case when a punishment is scheduled during the next day or two.

Very nice! he said. My compliments on her turnout. Excellent deportment, too. He ushered as through another heavy door. And there is Robin that you have come to, er, to meet.

The girl Robin was also on tiptoe, though her feet were bare. She stood in the corner of the magnificent room we had just entered, facing the wall, legs very wide apart. She wore a loose red jersey, and was holding up her even shorter green skirt with both hands, to reveal a very shapely naked bum. It was glowing, a delicious rosy colour, still very hot I fancy, but of course she would not be allowed to touch it. She held in her teeth the strap he must have been using to prepare this rather fetching tableau for me.

And she was crying silently.

A drink is indicated, I think, Edward said, snapping his fingers.

Robin turned and dropped her skirt to her sides, which showed how brief it truly was, and took the strap in her hand.

She came to me and curtsied, then dropped to her knees, hands behind her back, carefully concealing the strap. She kneeled up straight and looked up at me with big apprehensive deep brown eyes, full of fear. What is your wish, please, Master? she asked.

What a face she had!

Exotic!

Skilfully made up, not over done.

Delicious red lips.

Open your mouth, I said.

Excellent little teeth, very white.

Show tongue.

Nice and pink, I was pleased to see.

I bent down and put a finger in her mouth. She began to suck it immediately, still looking up at me.. Are you good at sucking off? I asked.

Yes, Master, please.

I usually find her quite satisfactory, Edward said. Just whip her if she doesn’t perform to your taste. She is Creole. Half caste ancestors, you know, from Haiti. Oh yes, she has slave blood in her history, very appropriate, don’t you think? Do you consider yourself a slave, girl?

Yes Master.

And therefore worthless?

Yes Master.

I piss on her sometimes, said Edward. Just to make it clear, you know. Don’t I, you worthless piece of shit?

She was crying again. Yes Master, she whimpered.

Speak up, girl! Tell Edward what I do to you?

She turned to me, misery and tears in those deep brown eyes of hers. I am just a slave, Master, a worthless piece of shit that my Master pisses on for fun. He – he makes lick it off and swallow it. - What is your wish, Master, please?

Pull your jersey off your shoulders, I said.

She need not have been so reluctant to show her breasts. They were excellent, not too large but firm and uptilted, prominent nipples. A small gold chain on little gold rings linked them. I looked down at them with delight. Then I leaned forward and took a grip on the chain. Her eyes were on me, full of fear. I jerked her up by them to my mouth for a kiss, lips to lips. Her tongue came out to meet mine. Each time I jerked the chain I felt her flinch, but the kiss merely deepened. I really enjoyed that kiss.

You shall learn of my wishes presently, I said. In the meanwhile I shall have a whisky, I think.

Same for me, said Edward.

Robin served us apprehensively, then scampered back to her corner as soon as she could, very erect and facing us this time. The strap was in her mouth again, and her skirt raised to show her shaven cunt. Erica had gone into the other corner without being told. Like Robin, she was shaven. I think it makes a woman seem more naked.

Would you care for a game of chess before you, er, attend to Robin? Edward asked, as we savoured our drinks.

Yes indeed, I said. The sight of Robin’s quivering form in the corner was one to relish a little longer, of thrashing her before fucking her was certainly one to look forward to for as long as possible.

Come, girl, Edward said. Fetch the chess board over here. No need to hold up your skirt any longer, just take it off.

She still clenched the strap in her teeth as she brought us the little table and set up the chess men. I was able to test the smoothness of her cunt as she bent over us, and confirmed it’s newly shaven smoothness. As I expected, she flinched but did not dare to draw away. How she hates being groped there!

I rather think my appearance had something to do with it. I am rather large and she is very petite. And I have a luxurious beard that I am very proud of. I am told it gives me a Biblical appearance, which is very appropriate to my relationship with the Good Lord.

As soon as she could, Robin scampered back to her place in the corner. She faced forward towards us again and clasped her hands behind her neck, forcing her shoulders back to thrust her chest out. She went on tiptoes and then stayed still, still as a statue, strap in mouth. She was still crying silently as she awaited my pleasure. Edward certainly had her well trained.

The chess game did not last long. I was distracted. Edward is used to having her all the time, I am not. I could easily afford his outrageous fees,