The Crush pt. 2
My lust continues!
Slavery
Slave
In a future society where slavery is accepted, Adam1992 is bred and born a slave. This story is about Adam’s first six months after being purchased for the first time.
Aid in Africa : Part One : Emily
Three girls are sent by their NGO for a visit to a relief organization in Africa. As the girls find out, it’s quite a different type of aid is expected of them, one that leads the teenage girls into degrading and brutal slavery. First is the turn of the submissive blonde Emily…..
Bus Ride – Part 4 – The Master’s Workshop
Gaby’s is locked into the world of the unknown
Falling into slavery: Chapter 5
If you do not like stories about gay, interracial, incest, or young sex, please move on. If you do like those topics, please enjoy. I do appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.
President Milford’s Slave Part 2
Amazon Self Publish Reject. A Continuation of Nancy Douglass Erotic Novels
Bus Ride – Part 5 – New Beginnings
Gaby is enslaved by yet another Master
The House Slave Training & Auction Chapter 19 and 20
The Master’s and Mistresses and their Slaves and Andre’s first Day at the House.
Jasper’s big day (the flashback)
read Pt1 first and comment 🙂
My Pretty Little Slaves – Chapter 14 – Becky’s gift to Ben, a fashion show trip to Paris and New York City — Part One
Fictional Story. Romance about an unusual family
Brtty’s Plight
He took her because he wanted her
Re-paying a Debt to Goddess Danielle
A man enslavement to a cruel an wicked Dominatrix and her 2 Lesbian Lovers
Kidnapped, tortured and raped (1)
His laughter rang throughout the dimly lit room in a menacing, villianous tone. He stood at the side of a bed, wearing nothing but a twisted smile on his face, belt in hand. The bed was filthy. Dried blood stains, cum stains, piss and dirt covered the linens. It had been well used, for purposes that most never even dreamed of. The sickest nightmares couldn’t compare to this man’s reality. “Wake up, little girl,” he cooed, nudging the sleeping figure on the bed with a large, calloused hand. She had long, black hair that went down to the small of her back and tanned skin. She was short for her age; being 18 and 5’2. As she began to awaken, the man slipped back into the shadows, waiting for his little victim to begin panicking. This was his favorite part.
The girl’s eyes fluttered open with a soft groan and almost immediately, she was aware of the dull ache in her skull. It felt as though someone had hit her with a bat. She opened her eyes wider and gasped, trying to process her surroundings. Her eyes ran across the room in a panic. She couldn’t make out much. The room was shrouded mostly in darkness. She attempted to sit up and realized her hands and feet were bound tightly with thick rope to the bed. Her legs were spread wide and to her horror, she was completely naked. “What the fuck? Where the hell am I? HELLO? Is there anybody there?!” she screamed. “HELP!” Little did she know, she was far from civilization and nobody was coming to her rescue. She was all alone, save for the man in the room. Her cries for help fell on deaf ears, succeeding only in hardening the cock of her capturer. He licked his lips, waiting for her tears. He loved it when his victims began crying. They looked so helpless. So beautifully helpless.
It wasn’t long until she began crying. “P-please, somebody, help me!” she yelled, twisting and thrashing in the ropes. All she managed to do was injure her wrists and ankles. The ropes held taught; she hadn’t even gotten them to loosen.
Her crying quieted down when she heard a thick, deep voice. “Hello, Alyssa,” the voice said. Immediately, the girl tensed. Her breath caught in her throat and she turned to the corner of the room where she thought the voice was coming from.
“Who’s there? How do you know my name?” she called out, focusing her eyes to try and see in the dark.
Slowly, footsteps inched toward her and the man revealed himself. “I’ve been watching you,” he said simply. The sight of his nakedness, the belt in his hand, and the scar that covered half his face made the small girl scream in terror. She began struggling in the ropes again, screaming over and over. He looked to be out of a horror movie. The left side of his face appeared melted. His left eye socket was also empty. The burnt flesh ended at the top of his mouth, allowing him to grin wolfishly, showing teeth. His face hinted at an age of 40 or older. As her eyes fell from his face to the belt, she also noticed the hard-on he was supporting. To say it was huge was an understatement.
“Now, now. Settle down, little girl… Or daddy will have to punish you,” the man said in a matter-of-fact tone. Alyssa was far too gone in her panic to listen. She continued her screaming, calling repeatedly for help. Irritated, the man lifted the belt to strike it down hard on the bed right beside her, shouting loudly.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!”
That did the trick. Alyssa froze, peering large, shocked eyes up at him. She whimpered, unable to stop the tears from coming. “I’ll do anything, don’t kill me please. I’m only eighteen. I don’t want to die,” she begged, crying. Her terrified eyes met his cold, dead ones. There was nothing there to bargain with. His sanity had left him. He had no conscience. There was only the urge to dominate, to destroy, to kill. Some part of Alyssa acknowledged that, but hope led her to believe that she might be able to convince him somehow to let her go. As if she could be so lucky.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he lied. “Just listen to me and do what I say, and I’ll let you go.”
Alyssa nodded feverishly, hysteria rising up in her throat. “Anything, I’ll do anything you say! Just please, please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
The man smiled, settling himself down on the bed beside her. She flinched, her heart beating a mile in her chest. “My name is Alex, but you’re going to call me Master,” he said, reaching out to grip her jaw in a crushing grip. “Understand?”
The frightened girl nodded, stuttering a timid reply. “I-I understand.”
“Open your mouth,” he said.
“Why?”
“JUST OPEN IT!” he bellowed, his temper flaring. He hated having to repeat himself.
Quickly, Alyssa complied, parting her lips wide. Alex quickly pushed three fingers into her mouth and down her throat. Gagging, Alyssa attempted to jerk her head away. “Stay still,” he commanded, using his other hand to grip her hair painfully tightly to keep her head in place.
“If you bite me, I’m going to rip out your teeth one by one. If you throw up on me, I will gut you alive,” he stated in a hard tone, pulling out the three fingers now coated in saliva only to push them back down her throat. He built a quick rhythm, pulling his fingers out only to delve them into her throat again. She choked and gagged, thankful her stomach was empty.
When Alex was satisfied, he grinned and pet his cock, circling his large fingers around his thick member to coat it in the girl’s saliva. “This is going down your throat next.” Staring down at his enormous cock in horror, she shook her head and cried in dismay. Alex scowled, backhanded her cheek hard enough to bruise.
“This is when you thank me for letting your slutty mouth pleasure my cock. Say it, bitch.” Alex slapped her again, the loud smacking sound filling the room along with Alyssa’s sobbing.
“Thank y-you,” she whispered, tears blurring her vision.
“Wrong, bitch. Whenever you speak to me, you address me as Master.” Looking down at her, Alex was getting so aroused. She looked so helpless and worn down, as if the world had turned its back on her. Her tears made his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her into submission right there and then, but told himself that it would be sweeter with the wait.
Getting off the bed, he gripped the belt tightly in one hand, supporting another sick smile. “We’re going to play a game. Each time I hit you with this belt, you’re going to say ‘Thank you, Master.’ And if you fail to do so, that’s another scar that’s going to ruin your perfect skin.” He walked into the shadows and returned with a fairly large knife. It gleamed even in the dim light. “Get it?” he asked, leaning down to run the edge of the blade lightly against her cheek, cutting her just a little. A drop of blood welled up and trailed down her skin.
Eyes wide with fear, Alyssa cried and nodded. She was crying so much, she could barely reply. “Y-y-yes, Master.”
Alex straightened and curled the belt around his hand to get a good grip on it before lashing it down to meet the girl’s breasts, leaving a painful-looking red welt. She let out a loud scream, unable to get any words in between before he hit her again. “Two scars,” he said, lifting the belt to strike it down yet again.
“Thank you, Master!” she yelled out, which was met with another hit from his belt.
“Thank you, Master!” she said again, repeating those words until her torso was covered with angry, red welts. She was left sobbing and whimpering, squirming in pain as Alex sat down beside her.
“There, there,” he said, admiring his work. She was bleeding and bruised in various places.
“Now, for those scars…” Trailing off, he reached for his knife and pressed it just before her collar bone, cutting deep enough so that she was bleeding profusely. Lines of red dripped down her bare breasts. Alyssa cringed in pain, looking away from the knife in his hand. She had never handled gore very well. Unluckily for her, Alex moved the knife to her forehead, slicing through the skin just below her hairline. Head wounds bled a lot and soon, Alyssa had to close her eyelids not to let the blood from the cut get into her eyes. She wailed in pain, tugging on her hands and feet.
While Alyssa was trying to cope with the stinging pain of being cut so deep, Alex climbed onto the bed and stradled her chest. Sensing the movement and then the pressure of Alex’s body, Alyssa opened her eyes to find the man’s cock staring at her. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream, but the sound was muffled as Alex grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. He thrust in deep, shoving all of his meat down her throat. He felt her throat muscles convulse and contract in panic and moaned in pleasure. Looking down, he saw her eyes watering and her lips fitted around his fat cock like a vice. “Whore,” he said, slapping her cheek and pulling out.
Alyssa gasped for breath, coughing and sputtering. “D-don’t!” she managed to say just before Alex pried her jaw open and thrust in again.
“You think you’re in any position to tell me what to do, whore?!” he screamed down at her, pulling his cock out only to stuff it back into her mouth, giving her only a second to get a breath. He continued that fast, rough pace, fucking her throat as though it was her cunt. Alyssa’s chin dribbled with saliva and her face was covered in blood and tears. It hurt having her throat stretched so wide and Alyssa’s lungs burned, starving for air.
“You walk around, thinking all highly of yourself. I saw you turn that guy down yesterday. He was twice your size. Had he any brains, he would have cornered you in an alley and fucked your brains out while he slit your throat, whore. You think women have power? You think women can make any real choices? Well, you’re fucking wrong. Men let you think that. You inferior bunch of sluts are good for only one thing: sex. You agree, don’t you?” The way he spat those words while he throat-fucked Alyssa made it perfectly clear that Alex was misogynistic.
“Nod, bitch.” Pulling his cock out of Alyssa’s mouth, he took some of the saliva dripping from her chin and smeared it all over her face. She gasped for air and nodded obediently, grateful she could finally breath. The break didn’t last long before he stuffed his cock back into her mouth. Using her hair as a handle, he pushed her head forward and roughly pulled it back to repeat the process, bobbing her head on his cock. He continued doing this for another ten minutes before he sped up the pace, grinding her nose against him each time he pulled her head up to stuff her mouth with thick meat. His breath hitched and he pushed her head down and shoved himself all inside her, keeping himself there as he shuddered and pumped five loads of cum down her throat.
Alyssa began frantically struggling, her body jerking in the ropes as he came down her throat, blocking her airway and forcing her to swallow his sperm. He stayed there in her throat, choking her for a minute more. It wasn’t long before she passed out, the lack of oxygen causing her to fade into blackness. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed, suddenly limp. Alex only laughed, pulling his wet cock out of her mouth. He walked out of the room, grinning. He couldn’t wait until she woke up.
—
Half an hour later, Alyssa groaned and opened her eyes, thinking of the terrible dream she just had. As she took in her surroundings, she realized it was no dream. Alex was there in between her legs, his cock positioned to the entrance of her pussy. She opened her mouth to scream and noticed the aching pain in her throat. It hurt so much. That didn’t stop her from screaming however. Alex only laughed and slapped her hard, leaving a red mark. “Shut up, bitch.”
Before she could begin talking, Alex pushed himself against her, rock hard once more. The head of his thick, lengthy cock entered her tight pussy. She screamed in utter agony, feeling the hole of her cunt stretch wide to accomodate his girth. As a result of the brutality, it tore in two places, bleeding. He hadn’t used any lubricant and she was completely dry from being so terrified. He wasn’t thinking of her pleasure in the least. Alyssa clawed at the bed, gasping and screaming.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, PLEASE STOP!” she screamed, fresh tears in her eyes.
Alex responded by pushing her legs completely apart and giving a hard shove forward, burying his fat cock in her completely, the tip bumping painfully against her cervix. The poor girl let out a howl of pain which was quickly drowned out as Alex bent down to kiss her hard, bruising her lips. When he pulled away and began thrusting in her painfully fast, her body heaved with sobs and she shook her head in denial. “No, no, no, nooo,” she cried, shaking.
Suddenly, Alex stopped moving inside her. He spoke in a soft tone, much different from how he had spoken to her before. “You’re letting yourself suffer,” he told her.
“Tell yourself you like it. You like what I’m doing to you. You were born to take cock. It’s your true purpose in life. You want to be stuffed with my cock. Say it. Believe it.” He reached forward with a hand and Alyssa cringed, though he only used the lightest of touches to caress her cheek; an odd gesture considering his cock was twitching deep inside her ravaged pussy.
“Say it,” he said again, his tone a little harsher.
Alyssa looked up at him, crying still and stuttered out the words between hiccups, “I-I want to be s-stuffed with your cock,” she repeated.
“Good girl,” he breathed out, beginning to move inside her again. She balled her hands into fists and clenched her teeth from the pain, trying her hardest to tell herself she was enjoying this. Anything to get the stinging pain to lessen.
Because he didn’t want his cock to chaf, he helped her arousal by rubbing two fingers in quick circles on her clit as he pumped in and out of her. After a few minutes, she began responding to the stimulation, wetting his cock with her juices. It was easier now for Alex to pump her pussy like a piston, moving so fast that he rocked the bed. Alyssa’s breasts also bounced with the force of his deep thrusts. He dipped his head low while he fucked her, taking one breast into his mouth to rasp his teeth on the flesh. His tongue flicked against her sensitive nipple, causing it to harden. Despite herself, Alyssa moaned softly, her eyes glazed over.
“Tell me who are you.”
“I-I’m Alyssa.”
“No, you’re my slave.”
“I’m your slave.”
“What are you?”
She didn’t need to be told what he thought she was. “I’m a whore, Master.”
Smiling, Alex thrust in extra deep to get a wince out of her. “Exactly.” He continued to fuck her tight, wet pussy, curling his hand around her neck hard enough to choke her. The walls of her tiny cunt clenched all around him, trying to push out the intrusion each time he thrust in. He only moaned, enjoying the constricting sensations.
His hand around her neck felt like a vice; it tightened slowly and once again, he stole her breath. She gasped for air and pulled on her wrists, burning them on the ropes. He continued to choke her as he used her, pulling out to the tip only to roughly pound himself back into her. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t. Feeling a familiar burning in her throat and lungs, she looked pleading eyes up at him. She felt herself losing consciousness again.
Alex paid no heed to the desperate look on her face and fucked her relentlessly, choking her while he did so. In and out, in and out, he fucked like he wanted to beat her cervix with his cock. Soon, his pace sped up even more and his hand around her throat tightened further. He placed his other hand on her right breast and squeezed tightly, digging his fingernails into the flesh. Meanwhile, she was gasping for breath and clawing in her restraints, suffering helplessly through the torture.
Gritting his teeth, Alex thrust in one last time with a loud groan, pumping her pussy full of cum. He dumped load after load inside her, just as he had done with her mouth. The last thing Alyssa was aware of was the warm cum spurting inside her before she passed out, lying limp beneath him. Alex collapsed on top of her unconscious form and breathed heavily. He laughed, getting on his elbows to look down at her. She was a mess of blood, welts and bruises. Her neck had his fingertips imprinted in purple and blue. “Fucking beautiful,” he commented, shifting to kiss her lips, delving his tongue into her unresponsive mouth. It was like making out with a corpse, but he could feel her beating heart underneath his body.
He planned to fuck her ass as well, but he would need to be patient. “Wait until you wake up,” he murmured, getting off of her and stalking out of the room.
—
When Alyssa woke for a third time, she was instantly aware of the pain in her neck and throat. It hurt to move her head and it hurt to breath. The rest of her body ached as well, especially her sore vagina. She looked around the dark room in despair, crying silently to herself. “I’m going to die here. He’s going to kill me,” she sobbed in a tiny voice, too tired to fight against the ropes.
“I’m not going to kill you unless you give me a reason to. Do what I want and I’ll let you live.” The voice came out of nowhere and jerked Alyssa to attention. Alex stepped into the room and smiled at her, still naked from head to toe. He was supporting another hard-on. Alyssa whimpered in fear, wanting to melt into the bed.
“Why are you doing this to me?! I’ve never done anything to you!” she screamed, crying. She was shaking in fear and the anxiety in her stomach kept rising as he stepped closer.
“Oh, the classic ‘why me’ response. You just happened to catch my interest while I was out in the city. No fault of your own, really. I just had to have you.” He sat at the side of the bed, looking down at her with one shockingly blue iris.
“What do you think I’m going to do after I’m done fucking you? Cut you up into little pieces and scatter you all over the forest?” He grinned after he asked her, the scars on the burnt half of his face scrunching up. She shook her head in horror, crying.
“No, please, I’ll do anything. Please don’t kill me! I’ll be your whore, I’ll do anything. Anything you want, I’ll do it!” Her voice rang in desperation, brightening her captor’s smile. It was exactly the response he wanted to hear.
“Really? Anything?”
“Yes, anything, I promise!”
“Good. Guess I won’t have to kill you now.” There was some humor in his voice.
Alex stood up then, going to the headboard of the bed to begin untying one of her wrists. She gaped up at him in disbelief. She wondered why in the world he was untying her. Grinning at her obvious expression, the man spoke. “I’m going to untie you now and if you try to run away, I’m going to take a bat and beat you to death with it. Do you doubt me?” he asked, turning to her as he freed her hand. Alyssa’s eyes widened and she shook her head ‘no.’ Alex moved to untie her other wrist. Soon, he had freed all her limbs. This allowed her to sit up on the bed. She looked down at her wrists and ankles. They were bloody and bruised from all the struggling she had put up. Unable to help herself, she looked around for an exit, her eyes darting around the dark room frantically. There were no windows. Just one door.
Noticing her wandering eyes, Alex spoke up. “I think you need a demonstration.” Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a wooden bat.
Alyssa backed away in fear, shaking her head. “Oh god no, please! I won’t run, I won’t run!” she screamed, pressing her back against the headboard. She curled up into a trembling ball, clutching her legs to her chest and pressing her face to her knees. She lost all hope. There was no way she could make it to that door. It was probably locked too, she thought.
Alex dropped the bat and kicked it back underneath the bed. He climbed onto the bed beside Alyssa. Upon hearing the bed shift, the tiny girl tensed in anticipation. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” she asked, unable to look at him. She felt his hand touch her knee and whimpered.
“Look at me.”
Alyssa lifted her head, knowing full well not to disobey him. His face was so close, she shrieked and tried to back away, but there was no place to go. He stared at her with a lustful gaze, his eyes running over her blood-matted breasts. “If you continue to be a good little whore, I won’t have a reason to kill you. It’s only when you become useless that I’ll want to get rid of you.” He spoke softly, reaching out to pet her head. She wanted to get as far from him as possible, but used sheer will not to back away.
“Will you do everything I say?”
“Yes, Master.”
Alex lay down on his back beside her crumpled form on the bed. He easily pulled her to stradle his waist, making her sit on his erect cock. Her cunt was still slippery from his cum and rubbed against his cock as he settled her in position. “You’re going to take all of my cock up your ass. You’re going to ride me as fast as you can, no matter how much it hurts. Got that, bitch?”
Alyssa looked down at him in horror, but nodded eitherway. It was this or death. However, there was no way she would be able to take him dry. She wanted some sort of lubricant. Reaching inside her cunt which was still wet from his cum, she coated her fingers in the juices and rubbed them all over his cock and her own asshole. Reluctantly, she gripped the base of his length and positioned the tip in between her cheeks. Alex settled his hands on her hips, grinning devilishly up at her.
Slowly, Alyssa pushed herself down on his cock, feeling the head get past her sphincter muscles. “It’s so fucking big, oh my god..” It hurt so much and she tried to stifle her cries of pain while she impaled herself, forcing herself to take more of his cock into her ass. She clenched her teeth and began sobbing, shaking her head.
“I can’t do it, fuck fuck fuck.. It hurts so much!”
“Do it or I’ll kill you right now.”
Alyssa made a defeated, pained noise and pushed herself further down, taking more of his meat. Losing patience, Alex gripped her hips tightly and pushed her down all the way, forcing her to take his entire cock. She screamed out in agony, breathing hard.
“Ride it. Now.” His tone was angry. He was tired of waiting for her. He didn’t care what kind of pain she was in. All he cared about was his own pleasure.
Alyssa closed her eyes and began rocking herself on his cock, feeling as though her ass was on fire. His meat stretched her hole wide apart and her insides sprawled to allow each penetration as she took him in and out. The man groaned in pleasure and pushed his hips up to meet her ass, allowing for a deeper penetration. “You feel so good, baby,” he moaned, tightening his grip on her hips to bruise the skin. “But now, it’s my turn to take control.”
Alex pushed her off his cock and sat up quickly, grabbing her by her hair to push her on her hands and knees. “Arch your back,” he instructed as he got behind her. Spitting on his cock, he shoved it back into her asshole, paying no mind to her screams. He began fucking her asshole in a rough, fast pace, causing his balls to slap against her cunt each time. Once again, the bed creaked and rocked with their bodies and Alyssa’s hanging breasts moved to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Alex reached his arm around to play with Alyssa’s clit while he fucked her asshole. By now, she had stopped screaming. His fingers rubbed in quick circles around the sensitive nub, sending little waves of pleasure through her body. She focused on those sensations to get her through the pain. Soon, she was moaning wantonly, her eyes glazed over. She was utterly broken.
The man continued to push his cock in and out of her asshole, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm approaching. Alyssa too was on the verge of a climax. He kept fucking her and rubbing her clit as he came inside her ass in a torrent of cum. She cried out, tensing and squirming as the waves of pleasure consumed her and she came undone, reaching orgasm by the hand of the very man who had repeatedly raped her. Alex pumped her ass a few more times before pulling out. She collapsed onto the bed in a panting mess and Alex lay down beside her, pulling an arm around her waist to pull her close.
“Will you let me go now? I did everything you wanted,” she whispered, turning to look up at him sheepishly through her lashes.
“Not a chance.” He locked his arms around her back and pushed her breasts to his chest, pressing on the bruises covering her body.
She sighed, wondering why she wasn’t feeling shocked, angry or frightened. Perhaps it was because she had given up hope. She accepted what was happening to her. She accepted that she was helpless. All she felt was fatigue and pain.
Resting her head against his chest, she closed her eyes and began to drift off into a deep sleep. Strangely, she thought she saw him gently kiss her forehead before sleep took her.
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Forced to be a Fuck Doll IV
The men who came and retrieved Ashlynn from the penthouse after the party laughed at the plug in her pussy that was keep in all of the men’s cum that was funneled into her. They demanded that she leave it in until her bath time the next morning. After she was bathed she was taken to a place where her legs and pussy were waxed thoroughly then she was put in something not unlike a hospital gown and made to wait in a room. Ashlynn was beyond the point of crying and she was just hoping that things didn’t get any worse.
Finally one of the attendant men came in and said “Get up, let’s go…I’ve got to deliver you out to the country.”
Once inside the van Ashlynn dared to ask the driver where she was being taken.
The man laughed and said, “Some rich dude is in town for a couple weeks and wants a slave.”
Amazingly Ashlynn was glad to hear that it was only one man…but and then grew worried about the length of time and all that could happen in two weeks.
“Oh, yeah, we chose you because he requested one of the fresher sluts and one with a virgin ass. Haha…so, I’m guessing it won’t be unused for long.” The man taunted her.
Ashlynn hoped to herself that it wasn’t true and that the attendant was just being cruel as usual.
After about 45 minutes the van stopped and Ashlynn was led out and unblindfolded. She saw a beautiful country house with a large landscaped yard. She was led inside the house and into a a hunter’s lodge like decorated livingroom. There was a huge fireplace and large bear skin rug in front of it. The attendant told her to get on her knees and he sat on a couch to wait.
After a minute or two a man entered the room and greeted the worker. He looked to be about 40 and had dark brown hair with some slight grey peppered here and there. Ashlynn had to admit that he was quite handsome.
“So, here’s my slave…Stand her up and let’s have a look” The man nonchalantly ordered.
The worker jumped up off the couch and roughly pulled Ashlynn off the floor before she could do so by herself. He quickly ripped off her hospital gown leaving her completely naked and exposed…by default she tried to cover her tits and and pussy with her hands. The older man strode over and slapped her hands down.
“You have a lot to learn, slave, but I love breaking them in. You will only speak when spoken to and you will always address me as ‘Master’. You will only refer to yourself in third person as the ‘the slut’ or whatever…feel free to get creative!” The man said to her with a huge smile on his face. His eyes were scanning her entire body and his hands grazing her tits, pinching at her nipples, and prodding at various parts of her.
“Alright, slut, turn around…let’s look at that ass.”
She began to turn around and was was immediately backhanded in the face by the man,
“I gave you an order and you didn’t respond! you’re already breaking the rules, stupid.”
After the shock of the blow wore off she manged to whisper “Yes, master.” and then turned around.
The man who will now be referred to as Master began slapping her ass a couple times and then turned back to the attendant.
“Alright, she’ll do. You can leave now.”
“Well, first things first…on your knees, cunt. You’re my fucking pet while I’m visiting and you’ll be crawling the whole time.”
“Yes, master.” Ashlynn said as she quickly dropped her knees, not wanting to be hit again.
“Good, slut…Now here’s a reward.” He picked up a case from a nearby coffee table and pulled out what seemed to be a black dog collar. He placed it around her neck. “Now you’re a proper pet. And you’re in luck because I’m done with work for the day and can give your training my full attention.” He pick up a small cat o’nine tails whip and lashed her ass with it making her whimper.
“Let’s go downstairs.” He led her down some stairs, kind of difficult to do while crawling, and once she was down she saw kind of a makeshift dungeon set up. The floors were cement, there was a large cage in the corner, a wooden table, various ropes, toys, and devices hanging on the walls. Ashlynn immediately began to grow more fearful.
“Now, let’s have a more detailed inspection.” He grapped a length of rope that fell down from the ceiling across a rafter and tied both her wrists with it. He then began pulling on the other end which hoisted her up to her feet. Much to Ashlynn’s dismay he kept pulling until only a few of her toes could touch the ground, causing her extreme discomfort.
“Spread those legs, you cow.” Master yelled and he hit her inner thighs with the whip. She immediately spread them. He began pressing her exposed cunt with the whip, almost shoving it up inside her. “Alright, it seems like a decent cunt…but I’ll have to spread it out to get a better look.”
He walked over to one of the racks on the wall and began sorting through some things, and then brought back a box. He pulled out 2 metal clamps that were kinda similar to jumper cables…each had a couple inches of chain with two clamps on each end.
He pinched one clamp onto one of her pussy lips and Ashlynn let out a squeak as the dull metal teeth of the clamp bit into her tender pussy lip. He then pulled on it and clamped the other end to some soft inner thigh skin pulling the chain taut and opening her pussy up. He then repeated this with the other pussy lip and Ashlynn was starting to tear up. Her feet were in pain at the awkward stance and her pussy lips and inner thighs were throbbing and stinging at the pressure of the clamps. Strangely though, the cool air on her spread pussy felt good to Ashlynn.
Master examined her open cunt more thoroughly and nodded his approval. He began lightly whipping it at with his whip, and then slowly increased the harshness. She winced as she felt the leather straps lashing at her clit and inner pussy. He was also lashing at her inner thighs and Ashlynn could see that her pussy and thighs were quickly turning red.
“Okay, good. Now I’m going to start training you to love pain…then you’ll be begging me to torture your dirty little cunt.” He reached in the box and pulled out a small vibrator bud that was attached to a cord and could be controlled by him. “Now listen, I’m going to shove this up your little pussy and I’m going to keep whipping you…it’s your choice if you want to hold your pussy tight to keep it…but I’ll whip you regardless.”
He shoved the vibrator inside easily and immediately turned it on, the sensation was a pleasurable change from all the pain and Ashlynn found herself immediately tightening to keep it inside. He began using the ship on her spread cunt again, the lashes going up her ass crack as well as almost inside her pussy hole. The vibrator was making her wet and she soon began to notice she was dripping on the floor…but it wasn’t enough to put her over the edge. However, each time she felt one of the lashes, especially on her clit, she was brought a littler nearer to climax. She blocked out the pain and only focused on the pressure building inside her pussy…she desperately wanted to explode. She was awakened from her pleasure trance by a slap in the face.
“Hey, cunt, you will not cum without permission.”
“Yes, Master.”
He began using the whip on her tits and her nipples grew hard and eventually raw. She looked down to see them red and striped with marks. She began smacking her open pussy with the palm of hand…spanking her clit. The pain was so intense that she was actually unsure whether it was pain or actually pleasure she began gyrating her hips, awkwardly in her stance, and was trying to hold back on climaxing. Finally he said,
“Alright, you may cum, slave.” And then began whipping her its even faster and harder while still furiously spanking her drenched slit. That put her over the edge and she immediately orgasmd, the vibrator slid out the floor with a slurping noise, and her whole body shuddered and she moaned with pain and delight. In that moment of bliss, Ashlynn did feel like a pet for a second…just an animal to be used. However, that was quickly over he slapped one of her tits with an extremely forceful blow…she lost her balance for a moment and the rope dug painfully into her wrists before she regained balance.
“You’re supposed to thank me right away you ungrateful little slut.” He spit on her face.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for making me cum.” She could feel the glob of his saliva run down her cheek and she was instantly embarrassed at having orgasmed. How I could I actually like this? She let her head hang down.
“Well, that’s better…still though, I don’t think I’ll let you cum for the rest of the day. I don’t put up with spoiled little fuck pets.” Instead of letting her down as Ashlynn has hoped he began rummaging through the box again, and brought out another two little clamps but this time with little weights on the end of them connected with chain. He attached them to her nipples which were already swollen and raw from the whip. The pain made Ashlynn bite down on her lip.
“I think we’ll leave on the clamps on your cunt…let you dry out. Tell me how fucking wet and dirty you are, slut. Tell me how much you loved to be whipped.”
“The slut loves to be whipped, Master…her dirty cunt is dripping from being tortured. The little fuck pet can’t get enough.” Ashlynn whimpered with her eyes closed…it was so hard to say aloud, but she didn’t want to be hit again. Her sore nipples were pulled down by the weights and Ashlynn couldn’t help but think about how ridiculous she looked. Her sloppy pussy spread wide, her thighs red and covered with welts, her breasts red and striped with marks as well, her nipples being pulled down, and dried spit on her face. She didn’t know how she could handle two weeks of this.
“Well, slimy, I’m hungry and going upstairs to eat so you won’t ruin my appetite. Just have fun hanging out here.” As soon as he said it he began to laugh, “hahahaha, ‘hanging’! Get it?” Ashlynn didn’t say anything.
“Ah, it’s probably way over your head, you dumb piece of fuck meat.”
He then turned his back to her and walked upstairs leaving Ashlynn in tears.
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After what seemed like at least and hour Ashlynn heard the door open and was actually happy for it, she was in immense pain and had been praying for unconsciousness. Once he was down the stairs he gave her a big smile. “Alright, kitty, it’s time for you to come down.” He untied her wrists and unable to keep her balance on her cramped toes she feel flat on her face. He laughed at her a tossed a doggy bowl on to the floor filled with scraps of pizza. “Hurry up and eat so we can get back to training, slut.”
By default Ashlynn reached out to grab a crust with her hand and he immediately kicked her in the ribs.
“No! What part of being a fuck pet don’t you understand? No hands, stupid.”
“Yes, master.” Ashlynn said and lowered her head to the bowl and began eating. It wasn’t much food so it didn’t take long. He then directed her to get up on the wooden table and lay on her back.
“Alright, we’ll take these off now” He said gesturing to the clamps on her pussy and nipples. Surprisingly, taking them off was extremely painful and and Ashlynn saw the indentations left on her pussy lips which were still kind of hanging agape, and that her nipples were completely red, swollen, and hard.
“Turn over on your stomach…it’s time to inspect that virgin ass.”
Ashlynn turned over on her stomach, just relieved to be able to lie down after so long.
“Hey, stupid, reach your hands back her and spread these ass cheeks…you’re the fucking slave here.” He ordered.
She reached back and spread her ass for him. She was so humiliated.
“Oh yeah, nice. It’s closed up tight. Now, we have to get it ready…if I’m going to do you the favor of fucking your ass, it’s definitely not going to be a dirty one.” He said. Ashlynn wanted to protest and beg him to not violate her there…but she knew it was futile.
He brought around a metal stand with a IV bag attached to it, just like at hospitals, and filled with a what seemed to be a couple gallons of water. He began messing around with some tubes from what she could tell, it was hard to see her laying on her stomach and trying to keep her ass cheeks held open.
“Alright, here we go.” He said cheerfully and harshly pushed in a nozzle into her asshole. Her ass immediately tightenend and she felt extreme discomfort. She had had an enema earlier in the week…but it wasn’t with as near as much water as it seemed Master wanted to use.
She began whimpering as she could feel her insides cramping and her belly swell.
“Raise up on your knees so your ass is pointing up in the air.” He said as he slapped her ass. Ashlynn obeyed and the pressure of the hard table was relieved but as more water filled her she saw her stomach expand even more. The sensation was so strange and she began to cry and just when she felt like her insides her going to explode he stopped and Ashlynn saw that the IV bag was empty. She let out a tearful sigh of relief. He ordered her to tighten her ass and switched the tub with a plug and yelled at her to get off the table.
“Careful, don’t let the plug pop out and get the nasty shit water all over my floor. If you do then you can guarantee that you’ll be sleeping in it tonight. Now, walk around…we want it to get you all cleaned out.”
Ashlynn began awkwardly walking around, the pressure on her stomach and asshole were unbearable and made it difficult to move. Master just laughed, “Come on, slut, give me a little dance!”
Ashlynn hung her head down with shame and began dancing around…hardly dancing…just kind of moving her hips around. “Come on! Shake those tits and ass!”
Ashlynn was shaking her tits and wiggling her ass with tears streaming down her face. She almost looked like she was pregnant…a collared and swollen red fuck pet stupidly dancing around with a plug shoved up her ass.
“Alright, knock it off…now come over here.” He led her over to the other side of the basement where there was a large metal trough and ordered her to get in and get on her hands and knees. He walked back to the other side, opened up a closet, and brought out a video camera already on a tripod. He was smiling as he brought it over to her and positioned it behind her facing her ass.
“Alright, you dirty cunt, I want you to try as hard as you can to blow that plug out and spray the enema out. Do it!”
Not really needing any encouragement, despite the video camera, she was just so uncomfortable she squeezed and tightened her ass passage in an attempt to shoot the plug out. Surprisingly it didn’t pop out right away and she tried harder, making little grunting noises for her efforts.
“Come on, try harder, little piggy.” He taunted, imitating her grunts.
Finally with one final and hard push, the plug popped out of her and she felt a stream of water begin to gush and spray out of her. It was such relief but the stream seemed endless and she imagined how gross she looked, on her hands and knees with enema water wildly spraying out of her ass. Finally it all trickled out and Master walked over to shut off the camera.
“Not bad, pig slut, I guess you were pretty clean too.” He grabs a hose and sprays her ass off, and then decides to just spray her all down…focusing mainly on pussy and face with ice cold and extremely pressurized water.
“Alright…now time to dirty it up again!” He yelled and dragged her out of the trough. Ashylnn could sense all this activity since she arrived had been exciting him and he was ready to release all those pent up urges. He viciously dragged her to the table, threw her upper body onto it so she was bent over it, spread her legs and pulled his hard dick out his pants. It was about 7 inches long with pretty girthy and when Ashlynn saw it out of the corner of her eye she began to panic. She immediately started to resist and was trying to claw her way out his grasp…the first time she had to tried to physically fight since her capture. He wasn’t having any of it and grabbed her hair on the back of her head and slammed her face down onto the table.
“You’ll pay for this disobedience, cunt!” He growled as he shoved her hard cock inside her pussy, he thrust it in a couple times just to get it wet and then rammed in right into her asshole. Ashlynn screamed bloddy murder as the pain shot through her. She was sure that she was being torn in half and she feel her ass contracting uncomfortably.
“You are my fucking property, cow. A pet…literally just like a fucking up blow up fuck doll…your ass is mine.” He snarled into her ear as he rammed his dick inside her over and over again, shoving her hips into the table…she could feel them bruise. Ashlynn was still screaming over an dover again but was so delirious with pain that she didn’t even realize it. Finally she felt a hot burst as he came and her ass filled up with his semen. He screams trailed off and she was just moaning and whimpering incoherently, she expected him to pull out but he didnt.
” Just so you get the point, I’ll also be using you as a toilet for awhile, piggy.” Before she could even understand what he meant she felt another hot stream in her asshole, but more powerful and wet. She realized he was pissing inside her ass.
“Now if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hold that ass tight and keep that piss inside you.” He demanded. She was way beyond the point of disobeying and just did as he asked. He pulled out and there a little popping noise from the vaccuum of her ass when he pulled out. He reached for another anal plug was pushed it inside her.
“There…you dirty little slut, you can just be a fucking piss bucket for tonight. You love it! Don’t you?” He asked.
Still bent over the table, with her cheek up against the wood, completely defeated she whimpered, ” I love it, Master. I love being your little fuck pet and piss holder.”
He laughed, “I knew it! You’re so dirty…you love being a fuck slave…you’re useless for anything else and you know it.” He grabbed her off the table by pulling on her hair and led her to the large cage in the corner. He cuffed her ankles and hands together and set her on top of a thin blanket in the cage.
“Alright, piglet, goodnight. Hopefully, tomorrow you’ll behave better and I won’t have to punish you so harshly.” He pat her on the head, locked up the cage, and started to walk up the stairs. Not even caring that piss was plugged up her ass, Ashlynn closed her eyes and welcomed sleep.
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The Business – Chapter Five
A story of several young men and women, all across the globe, being kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the infamous Master Petrovsky. In this chapter: Fauna and Lotus aren’t convinced Howard his genuine, Winter makes a fatal mistake and pays the price, Breeze’s past comes to light, and Viper’s independence could get her killed.
Bk 1, Ch 1: Lands Uncharted
This chapter sets up a large battle for the town of Zavala. If you’d rather skip right to the more fetishy parts, go to the next chapter.
A Life of Service chapter 2
Hey hope u enjoyed the first chapter. In this chapter we see more of Sandra’s service to her new master. the story skips ahead a few months. basically skipping her whole training but it will be covered in later chapters. Keep the comments coming….enjoy.
He awoke with Sandra’s head on his chest, her arm around his torso. Usually she slept at the foot of the bed, but she had come so far in the last month. She had accepted her fate, even grown to love her master. He had trained her well. She obeyed without hesitation. In public she stayed by his side and acted in an obedient fashion. He had even let her out in public alone. He knew she was dedicated to his cause. He had even watched her masturbate to the video of that first night.
He drifted back to sleep….
Sandra loved to wear the gimp suit. She loved how the latex sealed to her body, made her curves shine. She loved the stretch of the latex between her healthy breasts. She knew master loved it too. She loved the big zipper between her legs and over her mouth. She often wore it when master was out or when he was sleeping. She would play with herself in front of a mirror. Sandra was beginning to feel wet, she began to rub herself. Servant needed master’s touch, but she would not wake him. She went to the room were he kept his tools
She entered slowly, her hands sliding down the door frame. Laid out before her in the dark and spacious room, was a wide collection of items made for her pleasure. In the middle of the room was a chair the master had made for her. She climbed into it. It kept her legs wide and her body tilted back. It had buckles and clamps to tie her in. The chair could pivot on all axis, he could lean it back till she was up side down. Master had used this chair many times with her. She rubbed her snatch at the thought of how master had tied her in and had put his tools to work on her body. How the anal beads had made her cum over and over. How he would flip the chair back so he could fuck her mouth. How many times had he sprayed his cum on her face or in her throat on this chair? She wanted master’s cock right now.
Sandra hopped out of the chair and walked over to the table where master kept his collection of tools. She needed to be stuffed. She grabbed her favorite dildo that master had used on her. It was large and long. He had forced it into all her holes. It was the dildo he had trained her with. She dropped down to her knees and opened the zipper to her mouth. She began to suck it. She licked the length of the shaft. She began to slide it into her throat; she gagged but did not stop. She could feel the bile rise from her stomach but she did not stop till the toy was all the way in. Her eyes began to water. As she knelt there in the room in her gimp suit, her head tilted back all the way with the master’s dildo in her throat, she began to play with herself. She reached back and pulled down the zipper that kept her bottom closed. She pulled the dildo from her throat, it was dripping wet with her spit. She grabbed it firmly by the base and without any hesitation she slammed it roughly into her ass. She flinched and whimpered, her ass had never fully healed from her first encounter with master. She needed the pain, wanted it. The pleasure washed over her as she began to work herself with the toy.
She knew master was watching her from outside the room. She could feel his gaze on her body. Like a good servant Sandra lean forward till her face was on the ground, her ass stuck out in the air like a cat in heat waiting to be fucked. She reached back and pulled the dildo out of her ass and slid it into her dripping snatch. She placed it all the way in. Then with both hands reached back and grabbed her asshole and began to spread it as wide as she could.
“Please master……” was all she needed to say
He walked into the room and knelt behind her. He could see into her anal cavity. In one motion he was fully inside her all the way to the base. She whimpered and he smiled with pleasure. He placed his hands on her hips and began to thrust inside of her.
“I can feel your cock moving my guts around Master” Sandra panted.
She loved being his animal. She began to breathe hard as he stabbed her with his cock. Her mouth open, she drooled for more. Her ass burnt from the friction of his fucking. Master lean forward and fish-hooked her with both hands as he raped her ass. Spit began to leak from her mouth. She reached back and began to move the dildo in and out of her hole. She was Cuming. Her pussy sprayed her cum out across the floor, master pulled harder at her mouth. Her vision blurred, her legs buckled, her ass clenched which made the master grunt. He was Cumming soon and she knew it. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back till he could look into her eyes. Sandra’s head was arched back as he pulled out of her ass. He began to cum on to the back of her head, spraying his junk in her hair. He managed to get some in her left eye. She closed it so it would not burn but it was too late. When he was done he spit into her open mouth and wiped his dick off with her hair.
As he stood up he said to her “clean yourself, you’re a mess”
“Yes master” Sandra purred as she licked what she could of his jizz out of her hair. She was happy
“We have a guest this evening” is all he said as he walked out of the room…..
Sandra toweled herself off, Soaking the hot water from her long lean figure. She admired her body in the full length mirror.
He had moved her to his home, a large town house in the city. Master was wealthy. Her life had improved since she was his now.
Sandra eyed herself in the steamy full length mirror, her full figure, ample breasts with tight, small nipples. She knew master loved her tits; she loved them too, many a time she had used her cleavage or her figure to get her way with men.
She looked at the color of her eyes, Dark brown with a golden ring around the iris. Sandra was tall at 5’9; her dark brown wavy hair was black now because of her shower. Her hair was long past her shoulders, Sandra had always taken care of her figure, and it showed. She began her make-up ritual. She never wore to much make up anyways, it never took long. Twenty minutes and she was done with her whole routine. She was eager to see what he had chosen for her to wear for tonight’s guest. He had told her nothing about who was coming over but it wasn’t for dinner because it was already getting late. She heard the doorbell ring. The guest had arrived.
She walked naked out of the bathroom into the Masters bedroom. She was surprised to see what we had chosen for her to wear. He had left a white button blouse and a short blue skirt with white knee high cotton stockings. He had also picked out a pair of white cotton panties.
She couldn’t believe it. He wanted her to wear a school girl’s outfit. She sat on the edge of the bed and began with the long white stockings; she pulled them up over her knees. She noticed at the foot of the bed a pair of black high heels which she put on right after the stocking. She looked herself over in the mirror with just the stockings and high heels. … Fuck she looked hot. She grabbed the white cotton panties. She slid them up her long legs and pulled them tight over her ass cheeks and pussy. Again she eyed herself in the mirror turning her body and thrusting her ass out to look in the mirror and admire it. It did not take long for there to be a little wet spot forming between her legs……she was excited for the night’s events
The door bell rang. He stood up from the couch and walked to the door. He heard Sandra moving around up stairs. He stopped in front of the mirror along the way and looked himself over. He was ready. He walked to the front door and opened it
“Hello lovely how you doing? Come in…. quick …..It’s cold out.” He smiled widely at Kate
Kate was a very attractive young lady. She was about five and a half feet tall and maybe weight 110lbs. She was tight and ultra fit. A supple ass and athletic legs .She had raven black hair that she kept chin length in a trendy hair cut. She had an olive complexion and had delicate features. A long straight nose and pointy chin. But it was the dark eyes that made everyman she met melt.
Kate smiled a broad smile and walked in. She kissed him on both cheeks and gave him a hug. He reached out his hand to take her bag and her coat. Kate handed him her bag and he eyed her form as she removed her coat
“I love this place….. Very nice” she smiled
“Thanks” he said “come in have a seat. Would you like a drink?” he asked
“No I think you know what I want” She pushed him back gently to the wall and began to kiss him, her lips where soft on his. He placed his hands around her hips and pulled her to him. He could smell her fragrance. She was damned sexy and she knew it.
She pulled away from him then and turned around and leaned back into him. She began to rub her bottom on his manhood and leaned her head back onto his shoulder.
“I’m in need of a good fucking “she purred into his ear as his hands slide up her trim figure to rest on her breasts. His left hand shot down between her legs
“I can see that “he said
She leaned forward and placed her left hand on the wall before her and turned her face back to him. Seduction came very easily to Kate.
“I want it now “She commanded as her right hand came back to raise her skirt over her buttocks to allow him easy entry.
He complied
He reached down to his pants and pulled out his rod and began to slide his head between the lips of her waiting clam.
“Don’t tease me” she pleaded “fuck me”
He teased her for a moment or two more till he finally slid it in. Her warm wet snatch fit him like a glove. She purred and moaned as he proceeded to take her. Her feet barely touching the ground. He fucked her with passion. He fucked her deeply. She twisted her body around to reach behind and grab him by the neck, to look at him while he fucked her.
“This is why you called me didn’t you” She asked, panting,”You need a good fucking too didn’t you”.
Kate’s legs where trembling. She loved dick. She had had plenty of it in her 22 years, and she knew she wanted plenty more.
She whipped around and fell to her knees right before he came. She put his head in her mouth and stroked his shaft. He came hard into her mouth. She gulped it down and continued to suck him off for a moment.
By the time Sandra came down to join them, they were sitting rather cozily on the couch enjoying a glass of wine. They both stood to greet Sandra.
“Sandra I would like you to meet Kate. Kate this is Sandra” Master said.
Sandra reached out her hand to be polite; Kate took it and pulled herself in to kiss Sandra on the cheeks.
“Like your outfit” Kate said to her.
Sandra did not like her one bit. Why had he brought her here Sandra thought?
“She’s very pretty your girl” Kate said to him
“I’m glad you like her” he answered back. “I’m quite fond of her “he said
Sandra of course perked right up and smile at Kate as if to say “he’s my man now fuck off” oblivious to the fact that “her man” had just dick this little hottie in the entrance of his home before she had even had her panties on.
Kate caught it but did not react. Instead she walked right up to Sandra’s master and placed her hand on his package through his pants and began to kiss the master on his neck.
Master just patted her on the ass. Master gestured for Sandra to come. She came reluctantly. Sandra was hurt and shocked. She did not want to share him. What if he did not want her anymore? Where would she be then?
“kneel” he told her. “lick her feet” he told her
Sandra approached and did as she was told. Master left the two of them then and sat on the couch before them to enjoy the show. He could see the lovely cotton panties that he had chosen for Sandra.
Sandra licked at Kate’s feet. “who the fuck is this bitch “ she thought to herself. Why was master being so different with her.
“Higher” Kate ordered. Sandra did not comply. She was master servant and no one else’s.
“Higher’ Master said. Sandra complied.
“Eat my snatch” Kate ordered. Sandra Turned to look at her master. He nodded for her to proceed. Sandra had never done anything sexually with a woman before. Sandra slid her face up under Kate’s skirt. Kate’s hand came done to rest on Sandra’s head just as her tongue found Kate’s clit.
“Mmmm” Kate moaned.
“Play with you” Master ordered.
Sandra slid her hand under her panties and began making circles around her clit. Master could see the commotion under her panties and was pleased. Kate began to remove her top. Soon her young perky breasts were free and she quickly began to roll her nipples between her fingers.
“Lay down “master told Sandra. Sandra quickly lay on her back and could see that master was smiling at Kate.
“Sit” he said to Kate
Kate lowers her self onto Sandra who resumed her munching. But this time Kate lowered her head between Sandra’s legs and pulled her panties aside and began to tongue fuck her
Sandra breathed deeply and brought her hands up and placed them on Kate’s hips and ass
Master was pleased with the display. Aroused. He wanted to join in but was patient.
Sandra began to moan loudly. Her hips began to roll. Kate was also approaching orgasm. Kate was the first to cum. She came hard and loud. Sandra went next breathing hard and trembling. Kate was surprised to find that Sandra was a squirter . Sandra sprayed her face and as Kate pulled back Sandra shot her cum out onto the floor.
Master stood then and walked to them
“Lovely” he applauded
The girls sat up smiling and woozy. Master stopped before them and pulled his fly down. Sandra quickly reached in and pulled him out. She stroked his shaft gently. Kate spit on his dick and on Sandra’s hand. With her free hand Sandra began to undo the buttons of her shirt stopping right below her breasts. She opened her top and her breasts sprung free.
Masters rod quickly found its place between her tits as she began to stroke him with them. They were firm and burning hot, and he loved them. He pets her on the head like a good dog. She was pleased.
Kate found her place immediately. She placed her head between them and licked sucked his cap every time it poked through from between Sandra’s cans. Sandra began to move faster, Kate’s licking became more intense.
His cum flew out in long white strings on to Sandra’s neck and chest. Kate pulled away before he came. She hated getting cum on her face. Sandra on the other hand relished his offerings.
He turned his dick to Kate and she began to clean him off, she did not care about the taste, but not on her face, she was not a whore
Sandra rubbed the jizz all over her breast and then licked her fingers clean. Master watched her.
“Good girl” he said to Sandra who beamed a smile back to him
Master turned to Kate “you on the other hand”
That was the first time Kate tasted piss. Master had proceeded to piss in her mouth. She coughed and spat it out onto the floor. She tried to get up but master forced her back down and began to piss on her body. Sandra knelt beside her and grabbed Kate by the hair.
“Open” master said to Sandra. She opened and he filled her mouth with his urine.
“Spit” he said and she turned to Kate and spit the urine out into her face.
Kate looked up at him “what the fucks the matter with you” She yelled
Sandra slapped her across the face “that’s no way to speak to the master”
“Master???” Kate asked passing her glance between the two of them
“You will learn” is all he said to her
“Get my new toy” he said to Sandra
When Sandra returned with the toy she saw that master had Kate flat on her back with her legs pulled back so that her ankles were next to her ears almost. He was kneeling at her head fucking the arches of her feet.
“You fucking animal” Kate said to him
He spit on her feet and it dripped into her face. She turned her head to not get any in her face and that’s when she saw Sandra returning from somewhere in the house, her large firm tits bouncing perfectly with each step. Kate saw no toy in her hands but when she looked down she saw rising out from under her skirt a long thick plastic cock. Sandra reached down and began to stroke it
“Do you like it” she laughed
“Fuck her cunt” master said
Sandra came around and stood over Kate, knelt and despite Kate’s protests she slid the strap on into her open snatch and began to pump her furiously. If Kate was suffering or pleased it made no difference because she said not a word nor made a sound.
Master watched Sandra fuck his new animal. She was good. She was holding Kate down by her calves keeping them close to her head. Her amazing d cup tits bouncing perfectly in rhyme with her thrusts. He looked down at Kate and spat in her face and began to slap her in the face with his dick.
“You will learn to love being my animal. You will even thank me for this when we are done”
“Fuck you, you crazy freaks “Kate yelled “let me go”
Master stood then and turned his dick to Sandra’s waiting mouth. He proceeds to slid it back and forth in her mouth. He placed his hand over her head and forced his dick all the way down she drooled and coughed.
How lovely it would be to watch this he thought, A beautiful brunette with large breast in a school girls outfit getting fuck in the mouth while she strap on fucks a rather hot well to do young woman.
He pulls out from Sandra’s mouth and walks behind them and kneels. Sandra is praying that he fucks her ass then but he does not. Instead he pushes her forward till she falls on to Kate, Sandra doesn’t miss a beat and keeps drilling Kate who is beginning to look scared.
In one thrust master is all the way in Kate’s virgin ass. Kate lets out a scream. She sees stars and loses consciousness. Master continues to drill her as does Sandra, entering her holes at the same time. Kate would not have it easy.
Kate awakes to them fucking her. Her legs beginning to cramp from this infernal position. They are fucking her hard and fast. She feels her intestines being pushed around, her guts getting packed. He has both hands on Sandra’s tits, pulling on her nipples
“Your ass is so tight for such a whore. Am I the first” he asks
“Fuck you” Kate says
Sandra slaps Kate across the face. “Animal” she says
Master is fucking Kate hard now. He feels his cum rising from within him. Her ass is so tight it almost hurts him.
Just then he pulls out of her and slams his rock hard dick into Sandra’s ass who never saw it coming. She lets out a raspy yell of pain right as his finger come around to fish-hook her.
Kate can hear the hard packing sounds of his thrusts into Sandra’s ass as well as her whimpers and cries.
Sandra hears her masters grunt and can feel him filling her ass with cum. It burns her ass but she likes it. He pulls out of her and says” sit on her face “
She does this as he holds Kate in place some of his cum still dripping from his shaft. Sandra sits on Kate’s face or rather her ankles above her face. Master then grabs Sandra’s hair violently and pulls her forward. He crams his dick in her mouth, He grabs her head with both hands and just plows at her face like never before. Sandra’s mascara is running down her face drool is pouring out of her mouth onto Kate’s pussy. He is ravaging her face. He’s fucking her mouth at an incredible pace.
“Stroke her strap-on” he tells Kate. She does not comply. He slams two fingers in her ass roughly. Kate cries out and quickly begins stroke Sandra’s faux cock
Puke sprays out the sides of Sandra’s mouth into Kate’s waiting holes. The vomiting makes Sandra’s ass muscles relax and the cum begins to leak out running down her pussy. It falls in long strings onto Kate’s nose and into her eyes and mouth
“Make sure you get it all out” master says to Sandra as he fucks her face. She quickly reaches around and spreads her hole open and more cum gushes out onto Kate’s face
“Of my god, this is so disgusting” Kate says
“We’ve only just began with you” master says
He then pulls out of Sandra’s puke hole and crashes his cock into Kate’s ass. She cries in shock as his cum from Sandra’s ass burns her eyes. Sandra is coughing and spitting now that she can breathe.
Master pumps Kate’s ass as hard as he can till he erupts spraying into her anal cavity, all of his junk.
He stands and forces Sandra’s head down into Kate’s and says “clean up this mess.”
She tongues Kate’s ass He lights a smoke, standing back admiring his work. He looks at Kate’s tear and cum soaked faces, cum still leaking down on it from Sandra’s clawed open ass. He takes a pull from his smoke and begins to piss in Sandra’s open ass till it is full and begins run down on Kate’s face
When he is done He shakes himself off walks up to Sandra who is still feasting.
“Put fuck holes in the animal cage, and make me a sandwich”
“Yes master” Sandra says
“And for god sakes clean yourself off. You stink”
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Slut in training.
She was really nervous as she stood in the cold. It was dark and there was no one around, and for the first time she began to really panic. Did she really know what she was letting herself in for? He had told her everything she had wanted to hear; he was going to use her as his toy, degrade her, humiliate her, abuse her as he likes. Every time she had messaged him, his authority over her had aroused her like never before. She knew that she wanted to be used in this way, it felt so natural, but standing there so alone, no one knowing where she was except him, she felt scared and vulnerable. She had never actually met him, he had completely dominated her thoughts and dreams over the past few weeks, but up until now, that was all he had ever been. Now it was becoming reality.
She had done as he said. In fact she had spent all day preparing herself. She had a silky smooth cunt dampening her thighs, the cool night’s air making her conscious of her lack of underwear. She had to have all holes accessible for him, which meant a very short black leather skirt; no underwear, no tights. Her black satin blouse unbuttoned to her visible red lace bra, her large tits begging to be looked at, touched, groped. The cold and her increasing arousal meant her nipples poked through, hurting as they grazed against the lace. He had told her to wait here, but she had been waiting a while now, she thought he would be there waiting for her to arrive, or at least he would be prompt. She was worrying that he wasn’t going to turn up, that she would be abandoned in this unfamiliar area dressed like the slut she is. She heard a car engine and her heart started to race, was she really ready to commit to this? His car pulled up and she stood there unsure of what to do. The driver’s door opened and he got out, she looked at him in awe. His presence so naturally commanding, she felt like he saw straight through her and she loved it. His eyes scanned her up and down, but his face didn’t reveal what he was thinking, his eyes piercing. He said, “Hello slut” and she flustered, unable to utter a coherent response as she revelled in his objectification of her. “Um h-hello Sir”, her vulnerability cracked through her voice. He warned her that this was the last time she would be given a choice, she could walk away now but if she were to get in his car, she would be accepting her position to be used as he sees fit with no going back. She was so aroused that her swollen clit was hurting, she couldn’t have walked away even if she had wanted to. She knew deep down that this was her place in life and she was so eager to see what was in store for her. She told him that she was staying.
Without another word he grabbed her long hair and bent her forward against his car. “I want to check what I am getting first, slut” She squealed unable to help herself as he roughly forced two fingers into her cunt. “You are soaking, you filthy slut” he spat in her ear, she blushed with shame but getting wetter at the way he was treating her. He removed his fingers as quickly as they had entered and she groaned with the emptiness. His manly hand explored the folds of his new toy, checking to see if she had shaven properly as instructed, then moving closer towards her arse. She tensed as she felt the tip of his finger applying pressure to her virgin arse hole, waiting for him to plunge his finger, but he didn’t. He instead opened the car door and pushed her in by her hair, she clambered to get in, her bare cunt completely exposed to him. He was going to enjoy breaking in his tight new toy. She was young and inexperienced and that made it all the more exciting for him, he was going to completely abuse her and then he would find out if she was really the filthy slut she had professed to be. Either way he was going to enjoy himself.
He got in his car and looked the slut up and down again. He drove for about five minutes and stopped outside of his house. “Stay” he ordered her as he turned off the car and got out. He came over to her door, opening it and dragging her out by the hair. There was no one about as he pushed her yet again into the car and roughly secured a blindfold over her eyes. He led her into the house by her hair and directed her down a flight of steps. It was freezing as she was pushed down to her knees on the hard concrete floor. He ordered her to stay still as fear coursed through her body. The blindfold heightening her other senses, she could hear him walk around the room, moving things, looking for something. Her body tingling with goosebumps and her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra, she was grateful when she heard the order to get to her feet and strip. She unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, freeing her large pert tits and erect pink nipples. She couldn’t see him ogling her, but she could feel his eyes on her and it only encouraged her. She slid her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it, now only wearing the blindfold and her heels.
She heard his footsteps as he approached her and felt his warm touch down her neck, onto her tit. His other hand reached to her arse and pulled her closer to him. She was surprised at his tenderness as her lightly pinched her nipples and pressed his lips against hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She kissed back, pressing her tongue passed his, taking her time to enjoy exploring his tongue, becoming lost in the enjoyment of kissing him, almost forgetting where she is, what she is doing here, and she instinctively reaches to the front of his trousers, without thinking. He bites down hard on her tongue; making her scream into his mouth. He clamps down harder and they both taste blood. Her head is pounding from the pain, but she daren’t pull away for fear that it will hurt more. He releases her tongue, satisfied that he has shown her what happens to forward sluts.
He grabs her by the wrists and she flinches, his tight grip in such a fragile area makes her feel sick. He knows she hates her wrists being looked at, never mind touched, but he doesn’t care. She is there for his pleasure; her comfort is not his priority. Her hands are stretched above her head and secured with rope, to the point where she is on her tiptoes. He walks around her, looking at her exposed body. What shall he play with first? Her tits are aching for him to maul them, but then her fleshy arse looks so bare. She is so on edge, anticipating his every move. She hears the swish of air, unsure of where the first blow will be, time seems to be going so slowly. She hears a crack and a second later feels a searing pain in her arse, and again. She loses count of the blows as each one seems to find a new untouched patch of arse and thigh. She can’t figure out what he is using, she is unfamiliar with bdsm toys but all she knows is that each crack brings her closer to a hazy place she has never been before. Her brain explodes with blackness from the pain and she feels almost as if she is separated from her body. She hears the heavy breathing and moaning escaping her lips and she feels so alive. She wants to beg him to continue, to hit harder, to treat her like the pain slut she is, but she refrains. Until he suddenly stops, she doesn’t say anything but her frustrated whimper gives away her disappointment. She can feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispers in her ear. “You are a filthy slut, my fuckmeat”, he is getting into her head and it is driving her wild with pleasure, just not enough to the point of cumming. He is keeping her on the edge of orgasm.
He walks away for a few minutes and she comes down from the pleasure high slightly, feeling the burning sensation of pain and beginning to shake with adrenalin. She hears him move closer again, he rolls a nipple between his fingers and pinches harder than she could have imagined. Her nipples are so sensitive as he twists and pulls them, his fingertips mauling her tit flesh as she can feel it bruising. She can’t help but whimper in pain. The short pause in attention means that now his focus on her tits is more pain than pleasure. She can’t help but think about how he must have known exactly what he was doing. She continues to shake, the cold air against her body, her aching wet cunt. As if he has read her mind, a hand moves between her legs. She does her best to spread her legs open as he sniggers at the slut she is. He brutally grabs a handful of cunt making her groan in intense pain, he brings her close to orgasm yet again. She starts to panic. She knows he expects her to ask to cum in a certain way, but she cannot remember what she must say. Her mind is a blank and she is struggling to fight off the increasing tightening of her muscles, the oncoming orgasm feels so intense. She doesn’t get a chance to beg him to let her cum as his hand is removed. He smears his hand all over her face as she greedily opens her mouth to taste her cunt juice, trying to suck his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around to enjoy the sweet taste. He was definitely right in thinking that this one was a slut.
She feels her hands being let down as he unbinds her wrists, the blood rushing back into her hands hurts, and her legs too weak to support her, she drops to her knees. He takes the opportunity to remove her blindfold which is soaked in her tears, her mascara framing the desperation in her eyes. She looks up at him, in awe of him and also still frightened, anticipating his next move. It doesn’t take her long to figure out what is now expected as she looks forward to see she is looking at his rock hard cock. The precum oozing out of the tip is enough to entice the filthy cock whore. She sticks her tongue out, flicking it around the head of his cock, fully enjoying the salty sweet taste. She licks her lips, fully focussed on giving the blowjob of her life. She starts by exploring his entire cock with lashes of her soft warm tongue, getting his cock nice and wet. He groans as she pops the head of his cock through her soft full lips. He looks down to see her pink lips wrapped around his cock as she looks up at him to see the pleasure on his face. She feels his hands starting to run through her hair, so she begins to suck hard, creating a vacuum around his hard cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking all of him into her mouth. She gags the first few times as his cock enters her throat. But she is determined to please him, to show off what she is capable of doing. As she continuously bobs her head in rhythm she swirls her tongue around. She places her hands on his bum, grabbing hold of him, helping him fuck her face. She moans around his cock as she hears “good slut” and feels the spasms of a building orgasm. She forces her head down, taking him into her throat as far as possible as she feels rope after rope of cum going down her throat. She greedily moves off a little so that her tongue can tease the sensitive head of his cock as he cums, so she can taste the last few spurts on her tongue. She deliberately shows him his cum on her tongue as she swallows and licks her lips. Giving his cock a few more sucks for good measure. Her thighs are soaked with her arousal, but she had become so involved in pleasing him that she didn’t care about her own release any more. He pulled her to her feet by her hair and kissed her on her forehead. She feels so worthy for being able to satisfy him like she has.
She became conscious of her sweat covered body, her tangled hair, the cunt juice drying on her face. She forgot herself for a second and casually said “I need a shower.” As soon as it had slipped out of her mouth she regretted it, she hadn’t meant to sound so demanding, she should have asked courteously or just waited until he instructed her to shower. “Yes you do” was all he responded. He took her to the corner of this cold room and secured her into a pair of handcuffs which were attached to a chain from the wall. She sat and looked at him, forgetting to be bothered about her restrained wrists. It took her a while to realise what he was doing as he took hold of his cock and aimed at her face. She just closed her eyes in time as a stream of hot piss hit her face and ran down her naked bruised body, soaking her, humiliating her. “Open your mouth”, she was hesitant but didn’t need him to ask her again as she reluctantly opened her mouth, she tasted the sour piss and knew that she didn’t have a say in how she would be treated. As he finished pissing, he took a moment to admire the desperate look on the slut’s face, then headed towards the door, turning off the light and before leaving said, “Get some sleep because soon I am going to fuck your virgin arse, slut.”
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THE CHANCE ENCOUNTER-2: THE WORMTURNS
Chapter 1
And so my life as Sam’s slave began. Monday to Friday the rules were simple—while she was at work I was free to go to work—something I only did 2-3 days a week now—or play golf. But Sam would return home at 5:30 sharp and I had to be there kneeling and naked at the front door to show her my cock cage and collar, the two symbols of my servitude to her. Monday afternoon I got home a bit later than planned. I was held late by a client—a big one—so it was almost 5:25 when I ran in the door. I raced to the bedroom to remove my clothing, put it away neatly, and return to the door. I was only there two minutes when I heard it open.
She walked in, radiant in her scrubs, but it was obvious she’d had a shitty day. “You cut it a bit close today, didn’t you, slave?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I couldn’t get away from a big client. I raced home to be here for you. How can I serve you?”
Sam walked to the big leather chair in the living room and dropped the scrubs to the floor. She sat down and spread her legs. “I’ve been sweating my ass off all day. The goddamn air conditioning broke again so my pussy is probably ripe.”
“That’s OK, Mistress. I’ll love it anyway, and, Mistress, I would gladly remove your clothes for you.”
“Just get in here and eat this cunt. If I don’t cum soon I swear I’ll go crazy.” I dove in tongue first, starting on her labia and working my way in toward her slit. She was right, her cunt reeked, but that’s the breaks when you’re a slave. I lived to please my mistress—a good tasting cunt wasn’t part of the bargain. “Slave, I’m not in the mood for a long slow job. Just make me cum and then you can wash me. Plus, I’ve been saving something for you. I haven’t used the toilet all afternoon.” I got to work, licking and sucking her clit while I fingered her pussy, reaching for her sensitive G-spot. She jumped up suddenly. “C’mon, I gotta go. We can finish this in the shower.”
I raced behind her, sliding into position beneath her cunt just before she let loose. Her stream, more like a man’s because of the volume she’d built up, hit me in the cheek until I moved and opened my mouth. “Good boy,” she told me, “you know what to do with it, don’t you?” I nodded slightly as I swallowed a mouthful. When she finished I moved up to lick her clean and continue her toward her orgasm. I sucked her button between my teeth. Between the nibbling, sucking, and licking she came quickly and hard, collapsing into my arms. I helped her up, removed her top and bra and turned on the water to lovingly wash her lush body. “Did anyone comment on your collar today?”
“Yes, Mistress, I told them it was a loving gift from my new girlfriend. Several noticed there was no way to take it off so I told them that was the idea.”
“And how was your cage? I imagine you’d like to take it off.”
“I was proud to wear it, Mistress. It’s a symbol of my dedication to you, of my love for you.”
“I’ll let you take it off one of these days—when I want to fuck you. Then I think I’ll want it back on again. We’ll see.”
“As you wish, Mistress.” I finished washing her and she allowed me to clean myself. I turned off the water and led her out. I toweled her dry and helped her into her robe before addressing my own needs. I made dinner and we ate, mostly in silence. She retired to the living room while I cleared the table and took care of the dishes. I joined her later, sitting appropriately at her feet. I bent down, taking one foot into my hands. I massaged it and kissed her toes; then I took care of the other. I was just about to massage her legs when she pulled me up to bed.
She lay on her stomach, her hips up inviting me to kiss and lick her asshole. I pushed my tongue between her tight cheeks, finding her rosebud and teasing it with the tip. Sam moaned appreciatively. “Push your tongue in and finger my cunt. Find my G-spot and make me cum.” When I had done as she requested she pushed me onto my back and rubbed my balls. Using the cage was much like a cock ring that encircles both cock and balls. The scrotum is pushed forward, the balls squeezed tightly into a much smaller space than normal. The result was that my ball sac was tight and hard. The lightest pressure was magnified tenfold. Her gentle rubbing drove me crazy. Tentatively, I asked, “May I cum, Mistress?”
Sam thought about it for a while before denying my request. “Maybe tomorrow, if you’re a good boy.”
Tuesday I got home early from golf around two. I showered, making my body presentable for my Mistress. Once again I greeted her, my collar and cage on display for her. Again, she peed on me, requiring me to swallow and again I ate her juicy pussy twice and her ass once. She did not allow me to cum.
By Friday I had given her a ton of sex and orgasms but I had received nothing back. That would have been OK, but the cage’s effect on my balls, combined with the rubbing she had given me several times, made me hurt. It felt like I had blue balls. I asked Sam, ”Mistress, my balls are aching. They feel like blue balls. May I please cum?”
Her reply was terse, “I’ll decide when you can cum. That’s the way it works, doesn’t it? I’m getting tired of your whining. Lie on the bed and stay there.” I did as instructed until she returned with the cuffs and rope. Soon I was tied to the bed posts, my legs spread wide tied together by a rope that ran under the bed. “Don’t even think of getting loose. I was a girl scout and I know how to tie knots. I’ll be right back.” She came back with the riding crop. It was about two feet long with a 3 by 4-inch piece of leather on the end. “You may think your balls hurt now, but when I’m done they really will.” She toyed with me a few times, rubbing the leather and crop against my balls. In their current condition I was miserable, but I knew better than to complain. She took a short swing, connecting firmly with my scrotum. I couldn’t help myself; I simpered like a baby, ”Please, Mistress, I’ll be good. I won’t complain any more.” She gave me another firm swat—it felt like I’d been hit with a baseball bat. Ten times she imposed her discipline on my balls. When she was done she told me to sleep on the floor.
I awoke around three. It was still dark, but I knew I was in big trouble. My body had betrayed me—I’d had a wet dream. My ejaculate was spread all over the carpet. I tried to lick it up but all I did was spread it around. When Sam woke around eight I was on my knees, my head down in disgrace. “Mistress,” I begged, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t do it to displease you. I had a wet dream. See, my cage is still in place. It just happened. I’m so sorry.”
“Slave,” she looked at me with scorn on her face, “don’t you have any control of your body. You’re not a teenager, you know. Clean up this mess while I decide what to do with you.” I thanked her and got to work, using some wet towels to soak up much of the semen and dry ones to blot the carpet dry. I put everything into the hamper. I would do the laundry later in the day. That was also one of my jobs. It was about twenty minutes later that I walked into the kitchen. I could see the dining room table was set up and Sam was holding the paddle. I didn’t say a word. I walked over to the table and bent down. It took her less than a minute to fasten the rope to my wrists. A minute later my ankles were also secured. I turned back, “I’m so sorry, Mistress. I told you I needed to cum. I can usually go longer but I’ve been giving you so much sexual pleasure. It has an effect on me, Mistress, but I know that I need to be disciplined. I don’t blame you. It’s all my fault.” She gave me thirty and when she finished my ass was bleeding. I wasn’t sitting down any time soon.
“The worst part about this—I was planning on fucking you today, but after this–forget it. You’ll have to make do taking care of me.” I knelt before her and kissed her feet. She melted at my gesture and told me to get up. “Let’s get you some ice for that. I got a little carried away.”
“No, Mistress, I deserved it—and more. I’ve been very bad. May I try to make it up to you today?” I gave her my best all day and all night. She allowed me to get back into the bed that night.
Chapter 2
The following week my Mistress allowed me to take the cage off for half an hour. I was permitted to jerk off to avoid another involuntary ejaculation. She even helped me by rubbing my balls. She made me keep the ring on so my scrotum was really tight around my heavy testicles. Her touch was exquisite and when I came she, once again, gathered all my semen requiring that I lick her fingers clean and swallow my entire load.
On Friday night she told me we were going out—a friend was having a small get together. I picked out some good white wine for my Mistress’s enjoyment. I wouldn’t be allowed any. I drove to the address she gave me. When I got out of the car she fastened the leash to my collar. I followed her into the apartment to the exclamations of her friends. “Holy shit, I didn’t believe it when you told me, Sam, and if I wasn’t seeing it now I still wouldn’t.”
“So, Sam, what does your slave do?
“Anything I tell him to, right slave?”
“Yes, Mistress, I do whatever you tell me to do.”
One of the women, chubby and big-titted scoffed. “So what if he says that, prove it. Let’s see him in action.”
“Very well,” Sam replied, “Slave, remove your clothes and come over here.” I started with my sneakers, tucking the socks into each one. I dropped my shorts and removed the boxers, folding them neatly on top of my shoes. My shirt came off last. I walked to Sam and knelt before her, my head down in submission.
“What’s that on his cock?”
“Tell them, slave.”
I turned to face the women, showing them the cock cage. “This is a cock cage,” I began, “it ensures that I do not play with myself or get an erection or have an orgasm without my Mistress’s permission. I have worn it ever since my Mistress agreed to show me her love through her domination and control of me. I’m very lucky to be her slave.”
“Want more proof?” Sam asked. “Slave, come here, remove my panties and eat my cunt.” I smiled at her. There was nothing I enjoyed more than pleasuring her with my mouth. She lifted her hips to facilitate the removal of her panties. I handed them to her, pulled her to the edge of the chair and dove between her legs. I put my mouth over her entire pussy as I had the first time I ever tasted her and sucked mightily. I could see the rapture on her face as she gripped my head, pulling me even closer to her. Sam began grunting and groaning as I began to get to her. I fingered her clit, finding it hot to the touch. Sam exploded into my face, squirting several times. This was all the reward I could ask for.
Sam looked at her astonished friends until chubby big-tits asked if she could get some of this, too. “Of course,” Sam replied, “just take off your clothes and get in line. Take care of them, slave.” I turned on my knees just as chubby sat on a folding chair, opened her legs and pushed her meaty pussy toward me. I did the same thing for her that I had done for Sam. Her labia were so thick that I was able to gnaw on them, adding to the sensations she felt. I got her off in only four minutes. The next two I handled in the same manner, but the last woman asked for something different, “I need to get fucked. Can he fuck me, Sam?”
“Only if you have some condoms—no condom, no fucking; I have to protect him—and me, too.” The woman produced a new package from her purse. I returned to Sam; she removed the key from her neck—it had joined the Allen wrench right after I had put the cock cage on the first time. She unlocked the padlock and I slid the cage from my cock. “Keep the ring on, slave. Put the cage back on when you finish.”
“Mistress, what will happen if I cum? All this pussy sucking has made me really horny. I don’t wish to displease you.”
“Oh, go ahead, even you are entitled to some fun once in a while.” I took the condom from the woman and rolled it on my cock. She had lain on the floor so that’s where I joined her, rubbed my cock into her slit finding her wet and ready. I pushed in and she squealed with delight, “Fuck, Sam, he’s so fucking big. This is going to be fantastic. You’re the best friend ever.” I lifted her legs to get at her G-spot and finger her asshole. As I did I heard the door open and a new guest enter. He was told to get in line—he’d be next. My partner was calling for, “Faster! Harder!” so I complied, ramming my cock into her until she came, shaking beneath me. I had also come, squirting what seemed to be a gallon of semen into the condom.
I disposed of the condom, rose to my knees and saw the guy. His cock was hard and red. I glanced at Sam and she nodded. Under other circumstances I might have twisted his balls off and bitten through his organ, but to do so would offend and embarrass my Mistress. Instead, I licked his head and took his cock deep into my mouth. Like the others in this group he came quickly—didn’t these people ever get any sex? I crawled back to Sam, reinstalled and locked my cock cage, sitting naked at her feet while everyone else dressed. I remained naked throughout the party.
Shortly after ten my Mistress asked me to get her some wine. I rose to my feet, walked to the kitchen and poured her some of the select Chardonnay I had brought from my cellar. I returned to my position where I remained until Sam complained she wasn’t feeling well. I turned, seeing her in obvious distress. I jumped to my feet, dressed hurriedly, and went to her side. She told me she was feeling faint; I helped her to her feet and when she staggered I picked her up into my arms. I thanked everyone for allowing me to service them and carried Sam out to the car. We were home in less than twenty minutes. “I don’t understand,” she slurred, “I didn’t have much to drink.”
“I know,” I replied, “it’s the ‘roofie.’”
“Huh?” was all she could say before she passed out.
Chapter 3
One of the great things about being an architect and builder is that I could get almost anything I wanted in a house. I had designed my house and built it; I carried Sam to the secret room. I had told my workers that it was going to be a “safe room,” but, in reality, it served another purpose entirely—it was my game room. You wouldn’t find a pool table, ping pong, foosball, or any other family game here—this was a place for adult games and some of the equipment here was of my own design. I opened the secret panel and carried the unconscious Sam in. I dropped her unceremoniously on a couch, removed her clothing, and positioned her on my horse—kind of a pommel horse one might see in a gymnastics meet, but with restraints for her arms and legs. I put a large towel under her, placed her carefully, and fastened her restraints. Finally, I dropped a blanket over her body.
I removed the chain from her neck, opened the padlock on my cage and removed the entire device, rubbing my cock and balls for several minutes. I was so stimulated I decided to jerk off. Stroking my cock strongly, it was only minutes before I was able to cum again. With semen clinging to my body I headed to the shower—I’d swallowed enough cum for one evening! Sam didn’t know it, but she was going to be disciplined. She was almost a total failure as a mistress, but I had strong feelings for her so I was still hopeful she could work things out with me.
What a lot of people don’t realize is that a master-slave relationship isn’t all that different from regular relationships. There should be give and take in both and they are only successful if both parties care for each other. I cared for Sam, but did she care for me enough to make it happen? So far all she’d done was use and abuse me and tonight was not something I would tolerate ever again. Well, I’d find out in the morning.
I reclined on the couch, pulled a blanket over my naked body, and fell immediately into a deep sleep. I awoke early as usual; Sam was still unconscious. I rose, made coffee and brought two cups back to the game room. I shook Sam gently and she started to come around. “Huh? Where am I? What happened?” She tried to get up, but was unable to move at all.
“Would you care for a little coffee, Mistress? I think it will help you.” I held the cup to her mouth, allowing her to sip. “To answer your questions not necessarily in order—you’re in my game room. It’s a secret room accessible from the living room. I put you here last night after you passed out. You slept in your present vulnerable position.”
“But I didn’t have very much to drink.”
“No, it was the ‘roofie’ I slipped into your wine.”
“Where could you possibly get a ‘roofie’ and where could you possibly have hidden it? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“OK, I got it from my buddy Sheriff Mike. He’s been on my payroll for almost twenty years. I can tell you because there’s no way to find the money or trace it back to me. As to where I hid it—what did I wear the entire evening? Yes, my ring—it was wedged between the ring and my balls. I did it because we need to talk—especially after last night. When we’re finished I’ll tell you all the things that you’ll need to punish me for.
“Mistress, I eagerly offered to be your slave. What are my responsibilities to you?”
“To serve me, of course—sexually and any other way I determine.”
“Yes, and I have done that, haven’t I?” Sam looked away as I continued, “And what are your responsibilities to me?”
“My responsibilities?” she exclaimed, “What do you mean?”
“It’s really quite simple, Mistress. All relationships require give and take, but all you ever do is take. Do you think I enjoyed that? And—I wanted—I still want—to serve YOU. I know I’m lucky to have you under any circumstances. However, I never offered to serve your friends and especially not your male friends. Nor did I offer to be publicly humiliated for your friends’ amusement, did I? I do have to admit that you wouldn’t let that friend fuck me without a condom—that was good. But…how about some consideration for my needs? We’re going nowhere without it. I expect to be used, and sometimes even abused, but all you ever did was abuse me.”
“I guess I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I? All I ever thought about was myself. I never gave you a second’s thought. You can let me up. I’ll pack my bags and go.”
“Now, that’s something else I never mentioned—you going. I just said I still want to serve you and I do. I think a lot of this is all about you not having much experience as a Mistress, where I’ve had many years as a slave. You look shocked, don’t be. My wife was my Mistress long before we were married. We met in college and, believe me, I was a mess until Marjorie took control of me. She put me into a cock cage on our third date and threatened never to take it off if I didn’t straighten up. She used it to punish me; it was much more effective than beating me, although that has its place for me, too.”
“You’re making me feel like an idiot. I even beat you for nothing when you first accepted me as your Mistress.”
“No, Mistress, you had to do that. I needed to learn that you would punish me. I expect it if I misbehave—like I’m doing now. I needed to learn to respect your authority. Now, however, I’m going to punish you. I’m going to beat your ass. Then I’m going to fuck your pussy and then your ass. When I’m done I’ll take care of you and you can punish me. Then we’ll be even and we can move forward. Look above you—choose your poison.”
Sam checked out all the implements hanging on the wall. “Use the cane. I deserve it for almost fucking up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I leaned down and we kissed—the best kiss I’d ever experienced. When she broke it I took down the cane. “Don’t hold back. Apparently I need some discipline, too.”
I rubbed the cane over her soft smooth perfect ass—without a doubt the best ass I’d ever seen or touched or eaten, for that matter. I reared back and let her have it; she cried out in pain. I gave her another, and another and another. All told she received eight blows. Her butt cheeks were red and swollen when I finished. I kissed every mark on her butt. When I reached down to her cunt I found she was running pussy juice. “I think you enjoyed that a bit too much, judging from your pussy.”
“Oh, stop talking and start the fucking. I probably need it more than you do. I’ve been so occupied with trying to control you I almost forgot how wonderful it is to fuck you.” I pushed all seven inches of my fat cock into her hole. Sam squealed with delight. I rammed into her, taking out my frustrations of the previous weeks. When I got close I slowed down to prolong the ecstasy. I pulled out and lowered my mouth to her cunt, drinking up as much as I could. When I straightened up I pushed into her tight ass. This was Heaven on earth. She was incredibly tight and very hot. “I hope you realize you’re taking my anal cherry. I’ve never done this before, but I guarantee we’ll do it again. We’re going to fuck often. I like to think I can learn from my mistakes.” I pounded her ass for several minutes and, just as I began to lose it, I reached down for her clit, jamming two fingers into her cunt. I found her G-spot and, a moment later, we came together, Sam squirting and me losing what felt like a ton of semen into her ass.
I released her restraints, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. I filled the big Jacuzzi and got in, my Mistress balanced on my legs leaning back onto my chest. “This is fun, why haven’t we done this before? OK, I know why—I was being a big asshole.” We sat there in silence while I massaged her butt, easing her pain until she turned, kissed me, and whispered, “Let’s go to bed.” I pulled her up, dried her lovingly and followed her into bed. We held each other, kissed, and, for the first time, really expressed our love for each other. Sam fell asleep, napping for almost an hour. When she woke she reached for my cock, finding instead my steel cage.
“What…?”
“I did not have your permission to take it off so I put it back on while you were sleeping. Now we should discuss my punishment. First, I drugged your drink then I removed my cock cage without permission. I also jerked off last night; I punished you, fucked you, and fucked your ass—all without permission. I must be punished, Mistress; I need it. The past nine months since Marjorie died I have been lost—adrift at sea—without direction. My work has suffered. I need to be dominated and controlled. I need to be punished for everything I have done.”
My Mistress rose from the bed. She resumed her Amazonian posture and authority. “Get up and come with me.” She led me to the table. “Bend over while I get the restraints.” She tied me into position. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. She walked into the game room, returning with a long paddle complete with holes—the better to swing and raise welts.
I turned around just before she began. “Don’t hold back. Remember all the bad things I did to you. I deserve this.” She gave me forty. I cried like a baby before she finished, but so did she. She kissed the pain from my ass, released me, and helped me to bed. I lay on my stomach while she applied an ice pack. “I decided you’re to wear the cage for another week. But I may shorten that if you’re really good. We’ll still have the same rules—I expect you home and naked before I arrive at 5:30. You know the position. Let me know if you need to cum—I’ll let you jerk off, but no pussy for a week. Then we’ll put this behind us. Ouch, I think I should have said something else. “
“Thank you, Mistress, for taking control of me again. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Yes, I know that—and you will, won’t you?
“Yes, Mistress, I love you.”
Chapter 4
The weeks passed and my Mistress was true to her word. I did need to cum badly before my week was up. She gave me twenty minutes for jerking off. She did it for me, sucking me deep into her mouth before stroking me. When I came, my semen covered my body. I pulled her hand to my mouth, offering to swallow my jiz. My Mistress scraped up the rivers that had fallen on me, but shared the swallowing. She cleaned my cock with her mouth and I willingly returned the cage to my body.
My Mistress directed me to show her how to access the game room. There were dozens of gadgets there—vibrators of every kind, paddles, whips, canes, and crops, nipple clamps—almost anything one could find in an adult store. She placed her hand on the horse, turned to me, and smiled. Then she kissed me and asked me about the big item at the rear of the room. It’s my special invention—an eight-foot wooden X built onto a vertical arm. The top and bottom of the vertical are connected to a semicircular section of an I-beam. The entire structure rests on a gimbaled base. The X can be moved in any direction—right, left, horizontal, and tipped over to the opposite vertical. I explained that Marjorie and I had many fun times on this machine. My Mistress pointed to me and the machine, directing me to get onto it. I allowed my Mistress to secure my wrists and ankles to the ends of the X. She laughed when she tilted me horizontal. She removed her clothes and stood just over my mouth. She was able to move my mouth wherever she wanted. “Eat me,” she commanded. I had no choice as my face was buried into her cunt. I licked up and down her slit and nibbled on her clit. “Stick your tongue out.” When I did she fucked herself with it until she came, drenching my face. The old Mistress might have left me there or released me unsatisfied—pent up with frustration, but the new Mistress turned me around until I was upside down with my cock—unfettered by the cage—right in front of her face. “This is fun, slave. Shall I tease you or suck your cock? I think I’ll just tease you for now. Maybe later….” She ran her fingers up and down the sensitive underside of my cock; I became hard in a second. She massaged my balls until I groaned in rapture. For fifteen minutes she teased mercilessly. Then, a huge smile on her face, she took pity on me and took me into her mouth. Standing as she was gave her great advantage over me. She could suck and play with my balls or finger my ass. She went for the ass, fucking me furiously while bobbing on me.
I begged her to let me cum, but she remained silent. “Please, Mistress, I’m going to cum. I can’t help myself. What you’re doing to me…please, Mistress.” My Mistress winked as I forced rivers of cum into her mouth. “Thank you, Mistress. May I clean your fingers?” She pulled them from my ass, put them into my mouth, allowing me to serve her. When she removed them they were sparkling clean. “Thank you, Mistress for allowing me to serve you. May I also clean your pussy?” My Mistress thought about it for a second before smiling again, moving me to her cunt, and spreading her legs. I sucked her juices from her slit and licked her labia, before moving to her asshole.
“Uh, that’s not my pussy, slave!”
“I know, Mistress, I couldn’t help myself. I love your ass. Please punish me for my impertinence.”
“I think I have a better idea—eat my ass. Stick your tongue into me. You know how much I love that.”
“Yes, Mistress, it will be much easier if you would turn around. I can reach you better that way.” She turned and I forced my tongue into her ass. I fucked her fine hole with my tongue until she fell onto my face.
“You have my permission to laugh, slave. That was funny.” She leaned down and kissed me, wrapping her tongue around my dirty tongue, sharing the flavor of her own ass. She caressed my face and, for the first time, whispered, “I love you, slave.” I was ecstatic.
Chapter 5
I kept getting into trouble—stupid careless things that could be overlooked in most people, but for me it was symptomatic of a problem that would grow if unchecked. One morning I forgot to cap the toothpaste and clean the vanity top in the bathroom. I got five days in the cage for that—no access to my Mistress’s wonderful tight pussy except by my tongue which only made me hornier. Another time I forgot to turn on the dishwasher. There were no coffee cups the following morning. My Mistress’s expression would have melted an iceberg. She gave me two weeks in the cock cage for that, but did allow me to jerk off once during that period.
A big turning point occurred one evening while we were in bed, naked as always. My Mistress spooned against me and I put my arm over her, caressing her stomach. Once again, I wasn’t paying enough attention and my hand drifted to her pussy. I knew I was in trouble when her body tensed. “Who initiates sex?”
“You do, Mistress. I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. It won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t,” she replied as she turned on the lamp. Reaching into her nightstand drawer she handed me the cock cage. “Put this on.”
“But, Mistress, I have an erection. It won’t fit.”
“I don’t care. Have it on by the time I return, or else.” She left the room; I could tell she was really angry. I managed to get my cock and balls into the ring, but I had to force my cock painfully into the cage which was much too small for my erection. I pushed, ignoring the pain until I was just able to pull the cage over the tab on the ring. I fastened the lock just as my Mistress returned. I cringed when I saw the restraints and the riding crop.
“Give me your wrist and don’t make me ask you twice.” In seconds I was fastened to the bedposts. She threw the rope under the bed and stretched my legs as far apart as they could go. I was helpless—at her mercy—and it didn’t appear that she had any tonight. “These things get you into a lot of trouble. Let’s see if we can alleviate that.”
She rubbed the leather tip over my balls as she always did before disciplining me. “Who initiates sex?”
she asked.
“Y…you do, Mistress.” WHACK! She gave me a good one. “Please, Mistress, I’ll be good. Please!”
“Who initiates sex?” she repeated.
“You do, Mistress. WHACK!
“Who initiates sex?”
“You do, Mistress, please…no more!” WHACK!
It continued until I faltered, unable to respond due to the pain. “Now you’ve made me lose count,” she told me, “I’ll have to start over.” On and on it went until she asked me, “What number will this one be?”
“Twelve, Mistress…twelve.”
“I’m glad to see you’re finally paying attention. Who initiates sex?”
“You do, Mistress.” WHACK! It was over.
“Remove the cock cage. You have my permission to jerk off, but don’t take all night, I have a busy day tomorrow.” She unlocked the cage. I gently slid it from my bruised organ, but I was unable to remove the restraining ring. My balls had swollen so much there was no way they would fit through. I left it and tried to stroke my cock. It became erect easily enough, possibly a result of the trauma I had suffered. After about five minutes my Mistress turned over, “What’s the problem slave?”
“My balls are swollen—I can’t remove the ring. I’m having trouble stroking it.”
Again she turned on the light, and seeing my predicament, rose to fetch an ice bag. After she placed it on my scrotum she took me into her mouth. “This is probably the only way I’ll ever get any sleep.” She used her tongue expertly as she sucked me into her throat. Up and down she went until I warned her. Then she backed off as I blew my load into her mouth. She rose, moving her mouth over mine. “Open,” she commanded. When I did she transferred my cum from her mouth into mine. I swallowed and she kissed me, “goodnight, slave.”
The following morning my balls were still swollen, too swollen to remove the ring. My Mistress took one look and told me to stay in bed. She replaced the ice, made coffee, and brought me a cup. “You’re staying home today and so am I. You need care.” At 8:30 she phoned my office, “This is Samantha Harris, Mr. Warner’s girlfriend. He had an accident last night and I think he needs to stay home today. Tomorrow? I’ll call if he’s not better by then. Thank you.” Then she called her own office and, despite having a heavy schedule, took the day off—an emergency, she said.
She spent the entire day caring for me—holding the ice bag, replacing the ice, comforting me through the agony I was experiencing. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m such a burden to you.” She put her finger on my lips, shushing me. She lay next to me, comforting me with her body. I was finally able to slide the ring off that evening. My cock and balls were badly bruised.
“Who initiates sex?” my Mistress asked.
“You do, Mistress. This was a lesson I’ll never forget.” She kissed me gently, tucked me in and we went to sleep.
Next: I finally see the light.
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TXR-92U-2280 – Call Name: Sara – Part 5
In a society where mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century, a prostitute-slave named Sara endures pain, humiliation and casual exploitation in the service of a Las Vegas casino.
The Desk
This came from a prompt that my partner sent me. As always, comment whatever you want.
The Demons Harem : Mara’s Story, Part Three
Mara woke to the sound of rattling chains. She had been taken down duning the night and placed in a small wire cage in the corner of the room. Her holes were still plugged, the leather strap holding them in was painfully wound around her hips and legs. She was lying on her side, her belly protruding out in front of her. She tried to move to sit up but her muscles were so weak from being suspended and the weight of her stomach was unfamiliar to her.
One of the threshers walked up to her cage, pacing up and down the length of it. She did not look up at him.
“You see…the thresher race, was created by the demons. There are no female threshers, and we can only mate with human females. The gathering doesn’t happen very often, so when it does, we have to take what we can get. The curse of the demons both for you young girls, and our entire race. So I’m sure you’ll understand why we must keep you here. You will be bred as often as it is possible, you will carry as many offspring as your body will accommodate.
I don’t need your submission either, we have perfected our alchemy, the oil which made you so accessible to us last night is not the only kind of potion we may use. Keep that in mind little one. We will not cause you any permanent harm, and will refrain from damaging any part of you that will help in the breeding process. I am to take you now to the bathing room, where you will be submersed in the springs water, your cavities voided into the waters. you will stay submerged, soak in all there is, for it will make your skin softer and more adapted to stretching, when needed. come with me now.”
he opened the wire door to her dog sized cage and started pulling her out by her arm. She hesitated a bit but finally started to mover herself out and up onto her feet. She fell against him, the weight of her belly and her sore muscles made it almost impossible to stand upright.
He put his arm under her and half dragged her down the hallway into another more open room filled with steam from the springs waters in pools to her right. He pulled her to the closest chamber and carefully laid her on the ground. Two other threshers lifted her legs and held her under her back , hoisting her into the bath. one of them began to untie the leather strips holding the plugs in place in both of her overfilled holes. The pressure on her organs was becoming too much to take and she was glad to finally be able to relive herself.
Almost instantly the weight of the cum in her belly forced both plugs out and into the water, the thick white semen poured out of her slowly, agonizingly. Then it seemed to stop, but her belly was still bulged. one of the threshers pulled at her arm making her body float over to the side of the bath. He positioned her back against the wall and reached his hand into the water and over the remaining bulge in her stomach. She braced herself as he swiftly pushed down onto her belly, the rest of the cum shooting out of both her holes, turning the water a silvery white, no longer transparent.
“now you stay” the thresher said, his hand leaving her stomach, he stood up and left her alone. She began to feel light headed. Soon she felt so dizzy she could not keep her eyes open and she let herself lean against the wall of the bath. She passed out from all the new material being absorbed through her skin, becoming a part of her body.
She awoke again lying on her back on a cold stone table, back in the smaller dimly lit room where they had relentlessly raped and violated every inch of her insides. Her calves were once again tied to her thighs, making it almost impossible to cover her pussy from the watchful eyes of the threshers. She could see a few of them, but sensed there were more in the shadows. there were two lines of silver chains across her, strapping her to the table. one above her breasts and across her shoulders, and another shoved under her breasts and layed across her upper arms. Her ass was hanging off the table more than a few inches, and it was painful to try to keep her spine straight.
One of them came into view in front of her his hands covered in oil, he was preparing her for whatever despicable things they had planned for her. He rubbed his hands all over her pussy lips and asshole generously applying it just inside her cunts opening.
“your eggs are undoubtedly fertilized already, however they grow too slowly and we will need to give them a place where the cells can rapidly duplicate and grow in a matter of days instead of months. Only a few males are created with these pods, and every one of them will fill you with them to modify your already fertilized eggs. Hopefully you’ll have a lot of them!.”
She winced at the though of “a lot” How much could her body even take anymore. She silently cried, begging for sleep.
A large thresher entered the room, pushing past the others. he was taller and thicker at his waist than any of the others shed seen. His skin was pitch black and his hands were monstrous. she tried to look down to see his cock, and almost fainted when she did. He was much larger than any of them. He stepped up to the table, his cock already stiffening at the sight of her bound and splayed out for him, oiled and ready to receive his gift. He said nothing as he stepped further towards her trembling body, his mostly hard dick in his hand, guiding to the entrance of her pussy. She tried to pull away but the chains kept her perfectly in place for him.
He was now fully erect, 20 inches or so long, and almost the size of her upper arm.
The oil made it easier for him to slowly pop his pointed head into her widening pussy, the relaxing effect already absorbing into her deeper muscles. He pushed and pulled, in and out slowly only sinking a few inches into her at a time, letting her body become accustomed to his girth. this was not the time to rip her apart, even though that’s what was going through his mind constantly.
He pushed in further, her discomfort apparent as she strained and moaned against her bindings. he was about six inches into her and beginning to feel the base of her canal. a few inches more and he felt the worn flesh of her cervix, not completely back to its normal size, but it had contracted still. He would at least get to have a little fun he thought.
He pulled out and back in, beginning to fuck her steadily now, her soft sob like moans only making his cock harder inside her, hitting her ringed muscle each thrust. He was gliding into her effortlessly now, her canal adapted to his massive member. now all that was left was her last inner limit to push through before he could deposit the precious pods.
He picked up the pace, trying to keep a rythym that would make him come when the time was right. Slamming into her faster and faster, he barely pulled his throbbing cock out of her. just hammered away at her cervix pushing it wider and wider to fit himself into.
finally the tip pushed through, her whole body shuddering again, she threw her head back against the stone table. Just a few inches further and that would be enough. He was close to coming too, ready to unload himself inside her like she had never known. He stepped even closer to her, his shaft piercing deeper still. his arms stiffened as he grasped her thighs, pulling her as much as he could toward him.
He began to convulse, his hips bucking at her entrance, his cock becoming bulged and lumpy with the pods as they traveled down his enormous lenght into her her small body. His cock stretched wide inside her canal, making her scream softly at first, and then yelping loudly as the head of his dick opened up wide, stretching her poor cervix to the limit inside of her. He pumped through one pod, heavy and gel like, it rolled into her womb. a second, third and fourth popped into her, gushing cum flooding into her after they were deposited, his balls contracting so hard she could feel his legs straining below her. he pushed into her, emptying himself completely, one more stream of cum bathing the pods as they settled inside her. He was still rock hard as he pulled himself out of her now gaping pussy.
The pods didn’t seem so big, she didn’t feel them as much as she thought she was going to. She was starting to feel hazy, tranced. she welcomed it at this point.
The next thresher to approach her was identical to the last. He stepped up to her, eye focused on the sticky cum leaking out of her. He too was hard and ready for her. He slid easily into her, his cock the same size as the last. He fucked her for a few moments, the tip of his cock fucking her cervix, making it wider still. He pushed hard into her one last time his cock stretching and bulging like the last, filling her with three more ping pong ball sized pods. Her womb was filling fast,she could now feel the weight inside her, the heavy gel like pods begining to stuff her womb full. The thresher still inside her came more violently than the last his white hot sperm shooting up inside her, making her jerk and thrash around. The pods rolled around inside her, churned about with the constant stream of cum pouring out of the streched cock head inside her.
Soon the cum was spilling out of her pussy in a steady stream. he put his hands under her ass and pushed her up, to funnel the semen back inside her. he pulled his cock from her,still holding her ass in the air, her pussy pointed to the ceiling.
The last thresher appeared, looking younger and lighter skinned, he was rock hard and drooling at the sight of the helpless impregnated girl. He seemed over excited as he stepped up to her tilted frame, almost laughing to himself, smiling and drooling at her as he lowered her hips to the right height to line her widened pussy lips with his almost ribbed looking cock, she could actually see his veins pulsing, his dick slightly moving with each pump of blood into his massive member.
His hand at the tip of his cock, he played with her pussy lips, rubbing his cock sloppily over her clit and back and forth between the crack of her ass. He slapped her tits a few times, making her buck back and forth on the table, her pussy rubbing roughly back against the head of his dick. He let go of himself, his cock resting at the entrance of her now sopping wet cunt. He grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them tightly. She yelped and shook her head back and forth with her teeth clenched. He dug his claws into her swollen red flesh and she screamed, trying to pull away from him to no avail.
He rammed his cock into her dripping pussy while he pulled her to him by her tits. he thrust into her a few times very hard and she bucked away at this sudden pain. He pulled back out of her and continued rubbing himself against her and slapping his cock down on her oiled skin until her pussy lips started turning deep red.
He shoved himself into her, gripping her waist tightly, his claws carelessly starting to cut into her soft pinkish flesh. He awkwardly thrusted forward, trying to bury himself as deep as he could go, he slid past the opening to her womb and kept going until he was moving the pods aside, coming to hit her back wall.
Mara felt so full she thought she would be sick, her belly protruding out from the sheer force of his cock.
He started fucking her hard, much harder than she expected. more rough than the last two were with her.
“Hes the youngest of us, and this is his first breeding, he may be a little hard on you, but not to worry, he will not damage you.” another thresher assured her. She felt less than convinced.
He bucked wildly against her, her chains rubbing against her breasts painfully.
He was churning her insides, the pods and cum rolling around violently inside her as he pounded her relentlessly for almost 15 min. It seemed like an eternity. He was now balls deep inside her, her organs stretching for him like it was nothing. He changed his pace and kept himself almost all inside her, pushing roughly with short blazing strokes, smashing the head of his cock against the farthest wall of her womb over and over. He let out a loud growl and spasmed inside her. unlike the other two, the pods came forcefully rushing down his drastically expanding cock. six pods shot straight into her, straining her limits as her belly expanded for them. His cock was now packed tightly inside her surrounded by the pods. He threw his head back, straining to go further inside her even though he could not.
He took back to fucking her very hard and fast, building up to a second climax, spraying her completely stuffed pussy and uterus with his young thick cum. He plugged her pussy up nicely, there was no room for the spurting semen to go anywhere but directly into her as far as it could go. Her belly expanded slowly, but surely, larger and larger as his torrent of cum endlessly jetted into her. After a gallon or so of his potent sperm had been forced inside her his cock quieted, and his orgasm subsided.
He remained inside her purposely to keep any of the pods or cum from seeping out. Another thresher came up beside him with a large long rubber plug and swiftly replaced the cock inside her with it. It was jammed far up inside her, plugging her ruined cervix, so none of the pods or cum could slip out from her.
“now the pods will meet with your eggs in a few moments and begin growing by absorbing the thick sperm inside you. It is imperative that you are filled with cum constantly, to ensure the fastest growth period. When your stomach begins to shrink we will supply you with more, whoever is ready and able.”
He patted her pregnant stomach and walked away.
she could feel her insides cramping and expanding, the pods actually starting to grow slightly inside her, soaking up the hot sperm plugged up inside her.
A few hours went by and she fell asleep, even under the watchful eye of the remaining threshers. She had a black dreamless sleep once more, hoping to wake up at home..to have it just be a hideous nightmare.
She came to again, this time another threshers cock was already inside her humping her slowly back to consciousness. He was pressing up against the plug that they had not removed yet. the plug pressed into her swore swollen uterus, forcing more sperm to penetrate and absorb through the growing pods.
He withdrew from her and reached his fingers in to retrieve the plug. A small trail of what was left of the last deposit of sperm came dribbling out of her badly gaping pussy. She was shocked, her belly still looking six months pregnant, she thought she was still full of sperm. the pods were growing fast, now stretching her womb by themselves. 12 pods all now the size of baseballs.
He re-entered her, his cock gliding into her with no resistance. he bottomed out in her, the head of his massive cock pressing into the ever growing mass of pods stuffed inside her. He pressed further still,hoping to get more of his cock wet inside her. the pods were far to compact and he could go no further without damaging them.
He began to fuck her, getting harder each time, testing how his thrusts should be to keep from slamming to hard into her overfilled womb. He found his pace and plowed into her faster,gripping the girls small legs like he could snap them with just a bit more force.
She was completely limp now, trying to hide in her mind, ignoring as much of the situation as possible.
He roared and bent down over her, his hands moving to grab the table as he shot his load into her. he made sure the head of his convulsing cock was pressed hard up against the pods, forcing pint after pint of white hot semen into her, her tummy grower larger still, the pods shifting again, being shot around inside her with the sheer force of his burning hot cum squirting constantly from him. He watched her skin stretching effortlessly, as well as her inner walls pushing their limits and expanding further than she thought possible. Her obscenely huge stomach was blocking her view of the thresher leaving her gaping hole only to be replaced by the plug again. She was left alone, feeling as if she would split apart from the pressure in her belly.
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