The great house loomed up from the ground as Rachel made her way up the long, winding driveway. She had never been here before and so this would be many experiences for her. Arriving at the front door, she rang the bell and waited, soon hearing the sound of running footsteps approaching. Quinn threw the door open, her face a mixture of solemnity and excitement.
"On your knees, bitch. You will crawl." Quinn instructed, taking authority. Rachel obliged and got down on her knees, following Quinn through a maze of rooms and hallways to what she assumed was Quinn's room.
"Strip, and then we'll go over the rules and what happens this weekend." Quin said, sitting on the edge of her bed. She couldn't believe it had been so easy to convince the small girl to be her slave. When Rachel was naked and kneeling in front of her, Quinn stood up and began circling the girl.
"First of all, when you are in this youse, you are naked at all times. That means you strip at the front door from now on. You will crawl everywhere, be the little whore you know you are." Quinn sneered, running a fingernail down Rachel's cheek.
"Yes, Miss Q." Rachel whimpered, she was desperate for release, having already gotten so wet it was like a pool between her legs.
"This weekend is still just a taste of slave life. At school, you only experienced part of the sex. As well as that, you will be my personal slave, my chauffer, anything I ask you to be. At the end of the weekend, I will give you one last chance to turn away. I will present you with a collar, which, should you choose to accept, you will wear at all times. Is this clear?" Quinn stopped circling and stood in front of Rachel who was now shaking violently in need of release.
"Y-yes, Miss Q." she stammered. Quinn smiled.
"Now, let's begin. Follow me." she walked out the door and Rachel quickly followed, her knees already burning from the carpet. The room they came to was small, a bed in the middle and shelves lining the wall. On the shelves were hundreds of different vibrators, whips, shackles, handcuffs, chains and various other sex toys. Rachel's insides clenched with the thought of each and every one of them being used on her to make her feel pleasuring pain.
"Get on the bed, arms above your head, legs spread." Quinn told her, giving her a push. Rachel clambered up onto the bed and lay down as instructed. Quinn got to work tying the girl's arms above her head and her ankles to the bottom of the bed. Then she went over to a shelf and took down a cardboard box. She took a white candle from inside it and put the box down on the bed. Then she nestled down in between Rachel's legs and began by putting two fingers inside her already wet core and stretching it. When she thought it was stretched enough, she began to slide the candle up until it wouldn't go any further. Next, she got another candle out of the box and lit a match, lighting the candle. She began to let the was drip onto Rachel, starting underneath her chin and working her way down. Rachel let her breath out in a hiss each time she felt the hot wax touch her cool skin but otherwise made no sound. Quinn continued to drip different coloured wax onto Rachel until the layer of wax was about a centimetre thick and the girl looked like a rainbow. So far, Quinn had only been dripping the wax around Rachel's breasts, saving the best for last. Now, she began to let the wax drip across the top of Rachel's perked up nipples, watching as the girl began to writhe in pleasure.
"You like that, don't you, you little whore?' Quinn asked, moving her free hand to rub against the candle that was still inserted into Rachel.
"Yes Miss Q, I do like that." Rachel panted, trying to thrust her hips up into Quinn's hand. The wax was now cooling and her nipples were being squeezed slightly as it hardened. Quinn stripped off her clothes, unable to wait anymore to have the brunette writhing beneath her. She pulled the candle out roughly and then slowly lowered herself into Rachel.
"Oh, right there, yes!" Rachel cried. She loved the feeling of Quinn inside her and she was seriously considering begging Quinn to just give her the collar now and have it over with. Quinn began to bounce on Rachel's hips, thrusting her hard cock deeper into the screaming girl each time.
"Take it all, bitch!" Quinn cried as she fell into her orgasm at the same time that Rachel did. She allowed her load to shoot up into Rachel before pulling out and rubbing her cock so that they could go again.
In the next three hours, they continued the routine over and over, Rachel had so many orgasms that she lost count. Quinn was not as easy to loose control an only had about ten. When they were finally done, she rolled off Rachel who was now unconscious. Quinn smiled. It felt good to have been able to screw Rachel into unconsciousness. She began to pull the hardened wax off the sleeping girl's chest, flicking each bit across the room.
"Wow. That was intense, Miss Q." Rachel murmured, waking up. She realised that she was still tied up and wondered silently if they were not done.
"Yeah, I can tell, sleeping beauty. Next time, you'd better not fall asleep during sex because I might begin to think I'm boring you." Quinn threatened. Rachel blushed.
"Yes, Miss Q. I'm sorry." she apologized. Quin grinned and went over to another shelf. From there she took a few lengths of rope. She laid them on the bed and untied Rachel.
"We're going to try something a little different now, whore. Get up and kneel under that pulley." she said, pointing at the roof where Rachel saw a pulley system attached. She quickly crawled over and allowed Quinn to tie her feet and wrists to the ropes and then was lifted into the air, her toes just touching the ground. Nest, she felt the thin strap of a whip hitting her across her back. She screamed, part in pleasure, part in pain. Quinn ignored her and kept going, twenty hits altogether. Then she moved on to the paddle and then the cane.
"The cane is only for when you've misbehaved because I know it's painful. The whip and paddle, however are for everyday pleasure, got it?" Quinn explained to Rachel who was sobbing again.
"Yes Miss Q, thank-you." she said in between sobs. The cane hurt like hell and she made a mental note to try as hard as she could to never have to have it again. Quinn then positioned herself between Rachel's legs and penetrated her ass, each thrust causing Rachel to swing. The sensation made Rachel cum even quicker and spurted her juices all over Quinn's leg. The cheerleader grinned, thrusting harder for another half an hour. Then she pulled out, got dressed and untied Rachel, letting the girl fall to the floor in a heap. Quinn gave the girl a sharp kick to get her attention.
"Go and make my dinner. I expect it to be ready in half an hour." she said and walked out of the room. Rachel picked herself up and began to crawl from the room. She was in pain and she was cold but she couldn't imagine her life going back to how it was. She knew that she would eventually get used to this way of life.