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A Whore's Surprise

By: goodlilslutslave



Alex was so pleased with how Abigail had redecorated his home; he wanted her to be present when he showed it off. This wasn't the first time a client had requested this and she happily agreed. She dressed herself in a long, jewel blue, silk dress with spaghetti straps. She loved showing off her creamy, white skin. She wore her dark brown hair up to show off her long neck. She kept her makeup light, accenting her blue eyes with peach tones. Finally, she applied dusty rose lipstick to her full lips. There was a part of her that hoped to come home with a potential boyfriend, as well as additional clients.

She worked the room with confidence, collecting business cards for possible jobs. The many different work opportunities excited her, but nothing else at the party did. Abby went over to tell Alex that she had a lovely evening and was going to go home. As they were saying their goodbyes, she felt a hand on her left shoulder, traveling down her arm and sending shivers up her spine. She turned to see who was touching her...

He was handsome in a subtle way. Clean-shaven, medium build, had manicured features and strong hands. His touch was soft yet firm. His eyes were the most striking thing about him. Abby could feel them pierce her soul. She trembled slightly and he must have noticed by the way he looked at her. What Abby also noticed though was the way people at the party reacted to him. It was as if his presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. He smiled at her. It was brilliant and inviting, but Abby could sense a trace of something wicked behind it. She was instantly intrigued by him. 

"Jeremy!" Alex exclaimed, "I was starting to think you weren't going to make it." They shook hands.

"I almost didn't," said Jeremy, looking Abigail up and down, "but I am certainly glad I could. This must be your wonder girl."

"Jeremy Lee, this is Abigail Kensington." They shook hands and Abby felt a tremble run through her body. Time seemed to stand still and she couldn't find her words. Finally, she mustered up the nerve to speak, for he made her feel so nervous; she was unsure of the reason though.

"Nice to meet you Jeremy. I take it Alex has mentioned me?" Abby inquired, trying to sound nonchalant. 

"Yes he has." Jeremy replied, "He speaks very highly of you. I must say though, the way he described you certainly doesn't do you justice." Abby tried not to blush. He turned to Alex. "Why didn't you tell me how beautiful she was?" Alex shrugged, trying to look innocent, winked at him and walked away. "Did I overhear you tell Alex that you were leaving?"

"Yes." Abby said, instantly regretting it, seeing the look of disappointment on Jeremy's face.

"That's a shame. I am in desperate need of an interior decorator." Abby could feel his eyes trace her ample bosom. His eyes shot back to Abby's. "I definitely like what I see so far." Abby could feel herself blushing this time and hoped that Jeremy didn't notice. He took a business card and a pen out of his jacket pocket. He wrote on the back of the card and handed it to Abby. Jeremy's gaze held hers so intensely that Abby couldn't take her eyes away, even to look that the card in her hand. "Come to my place tomorrow night, 8pm sharp. My address is on the back. If this conflicts with a previously made engagement, call to let me know. My office and home numbers are there as well. We have much to discuss."

Abby found herself speechless again. So she simply nodded and smiled. Jeremy touched her arm again and walked away. Abby drove herself home and put herself to bed, feeling like she was in a trance. What had just happened? She had never reacted to a man like that before. Jeremy was all she could think about as she drifted to sleep.

She went to work the next day feeling distracted. She spent the whole day thinking about her meeting with Jeremy. She put together a portfolio of her best work, hoping it would impress him. Abby couldn't shake the feeling that Jeremy had been flirting with her. She was most likely wrong. Her mind flashed back to the feeling that went through her body when Jeremy touched her. She could feel her pussy become moist. Abby shook the thoughts from her head. She had obviously been too long without a boyfriend. 

When Abby got home, she had a light dinner and a quick shower. She dressed herself casually yet professionally, in a white dress shirt and a pair of black jeans. She kept her hair down and used very little make-up. She set herself to work on a few rough ideas that Jeremy might like, just in case there was nothing in the portfolio that peaked his interest. She wanted to show him she could work from scratch if the situation called for it. Abby got so involved in brainstorming ideas that she lost track of time. She looked at the clock, grabbed what she needed and ran out the door. 

She arrived at Jeremy's house at 8:10pm. She hoped this didn't reflect poorly on her business manners. She knocked on the door... nobody answered. She knocked again... nothing. Abby began to walk back to her car. She would leave Jeremy a message when she got back home about rescheduling. 

Suddenly she heard: "Tardiness and impatience. We'll have to work on those." Abby whirled around to see Jeremy standing in the doorway. She looked at him quizzically. "Come inside please." Jeremy smiled. 

Abby entered the house, somewhat cautiously, and looked around. From what she saw so far, Jeremy's place was already immaculately decorated. Maybe he just wanted a change. "I want to apologize for being late. I was sitting at my desk...." Abby began. Suddenly Jeremy placed his finger over Abby's lips, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Shhhhh. We will deal with that later." He moved his hand down to Abby's back. "Shall we sit?" He led her to the couch in the nearby living room. 

"Your house is beautiful." Abby complimented, "May I ask what you would like changed?" Jeremy smiled at her and Abby noticed that something wicked show itself briefly. He put his hand on Abby's shoulder and slid it down her arm. The same feeling shot through her as it had at the party. 

"I never said I wanted to redecorate," Jeremy said softly, looking deep into Abby's eyes. He noticed Abby about to argue and interrupted. "I said I was in desperate need of an interior decorator. I want you, Abby. You have the makings of an ideal slave. I want to train you and take you as my property. Let us begin, shall we? Kneel. Now."

Abby felt her brain explode in a mixture of confusion, incomprehension and ... excitement? She sat there speechless. Her? A slave? What kind of person did Jeremy think she was? He watched intently as Abby struggled to understand what was going on. He could sense Abby's confusion, but could he also see a glimmer of interest? Jeremy could tell that Abby would be a great slave after some training and he wasn't going to give up this opportunity. 

"What?!?!?" Abby finally spat out. She couldn't get past that word, 'slave'. She could feel herself becoming angry. Abby sprang from her seat. "How dare you! Who do you think you are? First, you bring me over here, pretending to be interested in my work. Then you tell me that you want me to be your servant. You have a lot of nerve." Abby reached down, grabbed her portfolio and turned to walk away. Jeremy stood up and held her arm firmly, pulling her back to him. "Let me go!" Abby demanded.

Jeremy kept hold of her arm and pulled her close. He spoke calmly but with an authority that made Abby's pussy react in a way she had been trying to repress since she got here. "I am not accustomed to be spoken to in such a manner. However, you are new to this so I will let this one slide. In the future, you will learn never to undermine me and never, ever tell me what to do. If you wish to leave, you may go. But I promise that you will come back, begging me to be my slave. I know you want what I am offering. You need a strong hand. Someone who will love, care for you and keep you safe. I will be here when you realize it for yourself. Then I will decide if you are worth the trouble."

Abby could feel her heart race. She wanted to kiss him, but was also so incredibly insulted by the way he was treating her. She decided she wouldn't give Jeremy the satisfaction of knowing he might be right. Abby ripped her arm from his grip and walked towards the door. "Like hell I will," she said trying not to look back. But she hesitated at the door long enough to look at him one more time. Jeremy gave her a smile that made Abby want to walk back over to him and slap it right off his smug face. Instead she slammed the door behind her and practically ran to her car. She was so upset that she couldn't even get the key into the ignition. 

Abby sat in her car, clutching the steering wheel for dear life. She felt like if she let go she would be sucked into a bottomless pit. A slave! Of course the proposition insulted her, but if she was that upset, why was she still in Jeremy's driveway? She could feel her pussy throbbing and reached into her jeans. Her panties were absolutely soaked. How could she be this angry and this aroused? A part of her had to admit she was curious. She had never told anyone, but she had always found the idea of being dominated fascinating. Once she had tried to download a video clip of standup comedian Dane Cook. When she opened the file, it showed a woman in handcuffs, blindfolded, being flogged by a man. She was moaning in pain but the pleasure she was receiving was obvious. Abby knew she should have deleted it but she kept it, hidden under the name "Pregnant Lady."

She thought about that clip, substituting her and Jeremy into it. Abby closed her eyes, spread her legs and started caressing her moist pussy. She inserted two fingers, thrusting them in hard and fast. She could feel her orgasm building quickly. As she continued finger fucking herself, her thumb moved to massage her hard clit. Her orgasm was imminent and Abby wanted it badly. She leaned her head back and prepared for sweet release. 

*knock knock knock*

Abby jumped, shot her eyes open and her hand went motionless at her pussy. Jeremy was standing there watching her with an evil smirk on his face. Abby hung her head down, avoiding eye contact with him and feeling completely embarrassed. Jeremy opened the car door. "Give me that hand." He demanded. Abby withdrew her wet fingers from her denied pussy with a low groan and offered them to Jeremy. He brought her hand to his mouth, sucking the juices off her fingers. It felt so good. Abby closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. So soft and tender, but with an unmistakable hunger. 

"Get out of the car and come back inside with me now," Jeremy said, still holding her hand. Abby could tell this was not a request. She followed Jeremy into the house, silently. The door closed behind them and Abby heard the deadbolt lock with a finality that scared and excited her. She stood in the living room, facing away from Jeremy, and she could feel his gaze on her. She was so embarrassed she didn't know what to say. She heard his footsteps stop and could feel him a few feet behind her. 

"Abigail, turn around and look at me." Abby just stood there. She couldn't face him. "Turn around, now!" Jeremy demanded, his voice slightly raised. Abby turned slowly. She continued to avoid eye contact, not wanting to see the anger and disappointment in his eyes for her inappropriate display in his driveway. 

"Jeremy, I am so sorry..." Abby began.

"Quiet! First things first. You will address me as Sir, until I decide if you deserve to call me Master." He could see the shock on Abby's face. He wasn't concerned. He had seen it before. They always succumbed though. He had a feeling she was going to be more of a challenge, but he looked forward to breaking her. He admired her spirit but it needed to be controlled and focused. He walked to an armchair, sat down, never taking his eyes off her. "Beg me! Beg me to take you as my slave, as my whore." 

"Beg you?!" Abby's anger resurfaced. "I came back in to apologize for my inappropriate actions in your driveway. If any of your neighbors..." 

"Silence! This is not what I want to hear. Beg me now or I will make you. Don't make this any harder than it has to be, girl." Jeremy's commanding voice made her heart stop. As much as she wanted to resist him, she wanted to obey also. Abby had been ready to storm out of here for a second time but hearing Jeremy call her 'girl' stuck a chord deep inside her. She couldn't move, like she was frozen there. She looked at the ground but could tell that devilish smile was on Jeremy's lips again. He stood up and walked over to her. 

"Strip!" 

Abby closed her eyes. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall to the floor. "Eyes up, girl." Abby opened her eyes, keeping eye contact with Jeremy until she was completely naked. He was happy to see she was already shaved. Abby saw him inspecting her body, she felt so vulnerable, so exposed, yet safe. 

"Very good, girl. I am pleased you acquiesced without hesitation this time. I expect this from you at all times. I know a slave when I see one. You want to be mine. You want to devote yourself to me completely. I can see it in your eyes. I can show you a life you have only fantasized about. You do want this, don't you girl?"

Abby could feel her heart practically beating out of her chest. He could see her inner most desires and was offering to make her dreams come true. She could feel him staring at her, waiting to hear what he already knew. "Yes," she whispered.

"Yes what, girl?" Abby knew what he wanted to hear but the words caught in her throat. The hesitation did not go unnoticed. Jeremy raised his hand and slapped her across the face, hard. Abby's hand flew to her stinging cheek. Tears swelled in her eyes. She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind for striking her in such a manner, when his hand landed across the other cheek. "Keep your hands at your sides unless I say otherwise, bitch. Yes what?"

"Yes Sir." Abby said, as tears streamed down her face. Her arms glued to her sides.

"You will show me respect at all times, girl. When I give you an order, you will obey. Hesitation or refusal will not be tolerated. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." Abby replied quickly. She could feel her pussy throbbing again. The power he had over her was overwhelming. She was scared but at the same time knew this was what she needed. To be controlled, dominated by a man, kept in her proper place. Jeremy walked over to a chest by the window and removed something from it. 

"Kneel. Legs apart," he demanded.

Abby fell gently to her knees immediately, knowing what hesitation would bring her. Jeremy stood behind her and slipped a stiff leather collar around her neck, locking it tightly. Abby brought her hands up to it, running her fingers over it. She felt a metal ring at the front and shuddered to imagine what its purpose was. Jeremy reached down and slapped her ass hard with his bare hand. Abby cried out.

"Did I say you could move?" Jeremy asked softly.

"No Sir. I am sorry, Sir." 

"You are now wearing my collar, girl. This is a symbol of my ownership of you. I am your Master. You are my slave. This will be so until the day I decide to release you. Your life belongs to me. I will use you as I see fit for my pleasure, not only sexually but domestically as well. You will attend to my every need. In time, I may choose to share you with others. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes ... Master." 

"Good girl." Abby could feel her new Master stroking her hair. She wanted those hands all over her. She needed to feel him: his lips, his tongue, his fingers, and especially his cock. She could see the bulge in his pants. It was right in front of her face, so close. She imagined what it would taste like in her hungry mouth, what it would feel like inside of her needy pussy. She wanted him to take her and fuck her right now. As if he could read her thoughts, Master lifted her chin up to bring her eyes to his.

"In time, slut." Master smiled. "For now, your tardiness, the insolence you displayed earlier, and the pleasure you tried to bring yourself must be dealt with." Master reached between Abby's legs. He ran a finger along her moist slit then thrust a finger deep inside her. Abby moaned loudly. "Feel that, girl?" 

"Yes Master," Abigail gasped.

"This is my pussy. The pleasure you feel now happens because I allow it. You will never touch my pussy for your own pleasure; you will never cum without my permission," Master explained. Abby could feel her orgasm building as her Master's finger penetrated her dripping cunt. "Do you understand, slave?"

"Y-yes Master," stumbled from Abby's lips. No sooner had she expressed her comprehension, when Master shoved a second finger inside her. She hadn't felt a man touch her quite like this ever before. It was different somehow. She didn't want it to end. She was on the brink of orgasm already. Remembering her Master's orders, she tried to stop it. He brought his thumb up to massage her clit. Suddenly a powerful orgasm ripped through Abby's pussy. Master smiled and kept the pressure on her clit. She screamed loudly with pleasure and burst into tears. Abby realized Master was going to punish her for her disobedience. 

Master stepped away, looking down at his slave, collapsed and crying. "You obviously don't listen well, you worthless little bitch. Stand up, now!" Abby brought herself to her feet; tears free flowing down her face.

"Master, please? How could I control it? I didn't mean to..." Abby began.

"Shhhh. Silence my pet. I am not disappointed with you. However, you will still be punished; for this and the night's previous infractions. That can't be helped. You must learn your place, slave."

Master walked over to the chest again. He lifted a pair of handcuffs out of it. Abby's eyes widened. "Your hands – behind your back now." Abby placed her hands behind her back and felt the cold metal imprisoning her. The helplessness she felt was immediate and suffocating. She couldn't help but wonder if she was in over her head; naked and handcuffed in a virtual stranger's home. Still, it excited her. The proof was in her throbbing pussy – no, Master's throbbing pussy. 

"Follow me, slave."

She followed Master into the bedroom. The first thing she noticed, aside from the plush surroundings, was a table covered with a cloth. She had a feeling the items underneath that cloth had been prepared for her. "Go stand in the corner. Place your feet in the bindings on the floor."

"Yes Master." He followed her and secured her feet into the bindings he had installed on the floor, keeping her legs in place and spread apart. 

"Keep your eyes glued to the wall, girl." Abby could hear Master moving and resisted every urge to turn around. She heard him approaching her. Abby's entire body tingled in anticipation. She could feel Master's hands running over her back, moving around to her stomach. He pressed his body up against hers. She could feel his hard cock through his pants. Master's hands caressed her breasts lovingly. She closed her eyes, letting the feeling wash over her. Abby could feel his breath on her neck. "Good girl. Give into the sensations. I am going to take you to a world you never thought possible. Are you ready, slave?" 

Before she could respond, Master pinched her nipples hard causing her to cry out in shock. He grabbed her by the neck, pulling her head back. "Silence. You will take all I have to give you and like it. I don't want to hear another noise from you. If I do, I will silence you myself." Master raised the flogger, bringing it across his slave's back. Abby cried out again. Master quickly inserted a ball gag into her mouth, attaching it securely in place. 

"I told you to be quiet. The sound of you moaning in pain through the gag will be most satisfying though." Master chuckled.


A Whore's Surprise Ch. 02



Her cell was a small room just off Master's bedroom; with an over-sized dog pillow, a blanket, a bucket with a lid, and an alarm clock. It was fitted with a one-way intercom that could only be operated from the outside. The door was always locked when she was inside. It operated on a time release lock, set to unlatch at the same time her alarm went off. It could also be opened by Master with a key. 

Master had kept His promise and showed her a world she never expected possible within the last six months. After their first night together, Master moved her into His home. He explained the rules of the house and what was required of her over His breakfast. The cell and the bucket had been the biggest adjustments. She was used to more lavish surroundings and a toilet, but now she felt safe and comfortable. 

Her alarm went off and she heard the deadbolt disengage. It was time to start her day. Abby opened the door, leaving it slightly ajar, in case Master wished her to return to it during the day. She made her way over to her dresser. Her collar, leash, a thong and high heels were her only attire while at home. Abby slept in her collar and leash. She selected a fresh thong from the top drawer, fuschia with a black lace crotch. Her heels awaited her nearby.

She made her way over to Master's king size, four poster bed and stood there watching Him sleep. Even in peaceful slumber His air of authority was evident. The sight of Him always took her breath away. Abby knelt beside the bed, a non-verbal request for permission to enter. In this instance, persmission was always granted unless Master stated otherwise the night before. 

She pulled back the plush, feather duvet and climbed into Master's bed. She slid under the covers and down His body, letting her fingers trace the sides of Him lightly. She got into position between Master's legs and stared at her morning treat. Abby placed her Master's soft cock in her warm, wet mouth. Feeling Master's cock growing in her mouth always excited her. She waited obediently for the signal from Master to begin the morning's worship, her anticipation building.

"Good morning pet.", Master said sleepily. Abby had learned long ago not to remove His cock from her mouth to answer back. She simply moaned around His cock as she started to move up and down the shaft slowly. She continued sucking on His cock in a slow, steady rhythm. She knew Master liked her to take her time. It was an exercise in patience for her and it wasn't easy.

Abby grasped Master firmly in her hand as she ran along the length of Him with her tongue. Abby stroked His cock gently as she worked from the base of Master's shaft to the top, lightly nibbling and kissing. She could feel His precum oozing down His dick, covering her hand. Abby slid her tongue around His cockhead and worked her way back down Him. She moved down to His balls and licked them gently. Master moaned. Abby continued to stroke Master's shaft as she lovingly nibbled and sucked on His clean-shaven balls. They felt so good inside her mouth. She could hear Master sucking air through clenched teeth and felt His body tensing. She gave one more passing over Master's balls with her soft tongue before licking her way back to the top, cleaning off His precum along the way. Master moaned deeply.

Abby sucked hungrily on the head of His cock. She loved the taste of Master's pre-cum, His glorious, manly scent and the feel of His cock throbbing deep in her throat. She used both of her hands to stroke His shaft as she moved her lips all over Him. She could feel Master's hips thrusting slightly, urging her to take more of Him in. She opened her mouth wide and slid it down the length of His cock, sucking hard on her way back up to the tip. Master groaned loudly. Abby felt Master's hands in her hair as she slid Him back down her throat. Suddenly, she heard a low growl escape His lips and then His grip on her hair tightened. He pulled her down onto His cock hard, keeping Himself deep inside her throat. Abby resisted, trying to pull back. 

"You should know better than to resist Me, you silly slut. Now take it like a good girl.", Master snapped, tugging harder on her hair causing her to whimper around His cock.

Abby tried to relax as Master fucked her face, fast and hard. She could barely breath and gagged on His cock repeatedly. He pumped inside her harder, deeper, faster. She could feel the drool covering her chin. Tears started flowing freely down her face, making breathing even more difficult. Master had such a tight grip on her hair, Abby swore He was going to rip a handful right out of her head. She could hear Master growling and snarling like an animal as He pumped her throat. Abby prayed it would be over soon. 

Finally, He pushed her head down hard, holding His cock deep inside her. Abby gagged again as she felt Master's hot seed erupting forcefully in the back of her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could but still felt some of Master's cum escape her lips. Master grunted loudly as the rest of His seed emptied in her throat. Abby had never had a problem swallowing cum and Master's was the best she had ever tasted. She moaned softly as she felt the rest of Master's sweet nectar sliding down her throat. 

Master let go of her hair and removed His cock from her beautifully violated mouth. He leaned up in bed and watched her trying to compose herself, smiling. He knew what she was thinking. He had never been so forceful with her during the mornings worship. However, Master felt it important to remind her that it is His right to do as He wishes with her. Master saw a danger in His slave becoming too comfortable in her position. He didn't want the relationship to become static and felt it was best to keep her humble. Master cherished His pet. She deserved to be challenged, pushed hard in her service. Master stroked her hair gently and she leaned into His touch. It was so comforting. 

"Are you ok, pet?" Master inquired.

She nodded, unable to speak. Master let out a soft sigh and then snapped His fingers. Abby sprang out of the bed and scurried to the foot of it. She knelt with her legs spread wide, arms at her side, breasts thrust forward with her head bowed and eyes lowered. Master walked over to her slowly and stood before her. She could feel His disappointed gaze burning through the top of her head and kept her eyes glued to the floor. Abby expected Master to raise His voice to her. Instead, when Master finally spoke, His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Are you happy here, slave?"

"Yes Master." She replied prompty, feeling hurt by the insinuation.

"Do you feel I expect too much from you, things you aren't capable of, dear?" Master continued. The question cut through her like a red hot knife. 

"No Master." Abby could feel fresh tears forming.

Master reached down and grabbed her leash, gripping it firmly. "Do you wish Me to remove this?" He asked, tugging on it as He spoke. "Do you wish for release, slut?"

"No Master.", She wailed.

"Explain to Me where this mornings display of disrespect is coming from then." Master demanded.

Abby felt so ashamed. Master tugged on her leash again. In a hushed tone she responded, "i was just surprised Master."

"Why is that, dear?"

"i wasn't expecting You to be so rough Master. Usually the morning worship is tender, a special moment between U/us, Master. i didn't think it was necessary Master." Abby replied.

Master put His hand under Abby's chin, lifting her face up so she could see His piercing hazel eyes. Master smiled softly, stroked her cheek gently, then slapped her across the face, with just enough force to cause her to waver in her position.

"Don't tell Me what's necessary, you presumptuous pup. What's necessary is whatever I wish to do, regardless of how unnecessary it might seem." Master scolded.

"Yes Master. Please forgive me, Master?" Abby pleaded.

Master patted her on the head. "I am going in for My shower. Go about your duties, pet. And for breakfast...something simple."

"Yes Master." 

Abby hurried off to the kitchen, after putting her heels on, to make Master His breakfast. Something simple always meant a cup of black coffee, two soft poached eggs and some whole wheat toast, lightly buttered. Master must have a busy day today, Abby thought. She went to Master's computer and printed out His itinerary for the day. Master is a professor of Political Science at a nearby university. Abby saw Master had a couple of meetings after His regularly scheduled classes. The first was a meeting with someone only referred to as 'XD' and the other one was a faculty meeting. Master would obviously not be home at His normal time today. She placed the itinerary beside His coffee cup and headed to the restroom. Abby laid out Master's toiletries, grabbed a towel and knelt on the floor, holding the towel out in front of her. Moments later, the shower stopped and Master stepped out, taking the towel she offered Him.

"Good girl." Master praised her.

"Thank You Master." Abby replied gratefully, before heading back to finish making Master's breakfast. Just as she finished setting the kitchen table with Master's meal, He walked in, looking so handsome. Abby knelt beside Master's chair, silently, while He enjoyed the meal she had made for Him. When Master had finished, He reached over and patted her head gently. Without looking at her, Master gave her the days instructions. 

"Today, you are to take care of any outside errands first, girl. Pick up My drycleaning and stop by the liquor store for a bottle of wine. Pick up something suitable for dinner and everything else on the list. When you return, remember to don the proper attire then begin your normal chores. Do you understand, pet?"

"Yes Master.", she replied obediently.

"Also, you may have noticed that I won't be home at the usual time tonight. Use that time to take a bath and exercise special care in your grooming." Master smiled. For a brief second, she thought she saw an evil glint in His eyes. He turned away to gather His briefcase and Abby went to fetch His jacket. She kneeled by the door, offering Master His jacket. He slipped it on and pulled her up to her feet by her leash. Master pulled her in closely, kissed her passionately and ran His finger along her slit, checking her wetness. 

"Good girl. Stay that way for Me all day, pet." Master whispered in her ear before leaving. Abby smiled shyly, knowing that any thought about Master would make sure she stayed soaking wet all day. 

Abby turned and went about her day. She grabbed a quick bite to eat, fruit salad she ate out of her dog bowl on the kitchen floor. After breakfast, she went to get dressed. Master liked her to wear revealing clothing, so she chose a blue, floral print top that had a plunging v-neckline, hugged her curves perfectly and accented her ample bosom. Under that, she put on a teal bra that popped against her pale skin. She decided on a short, black silk skirt, that showed off her creamy thighs. She finished it off with her three inch black heels. Abby unclipped the leash and hung it up beside her cell door. The collar was locked on. A special little bit of humiliation that Master enjoyed putting her through. Those who didn't realize the collars significance would see her as a freak; those who did would regard her as the slut she really is. 

Abby completed her list of chores by picking up a bottle of Shiraz, Master's favorite, and the trip to the grocery store. While at the grocery store, she noticed a very handsome gentleman looking her up and down. He smiled at her. Abby blushed, smiled back then quickly looked away. She went about her shopping, picking up the specific items on the list Master left for her. She didn't see the man again until she was at the checkout. He was two lanes over and wouldn't stop staring at her, but that was to be expected given the way she was dressed. As she made her way to the car, she noticed him following her and began to feel uneasy. She loaded the car slowly and waited until she saw him leave before heading home herself.

By the time she got home, it was just after 1pm, plently of time until Master would likely be home. Abby left everything at the door, went to the bedroom to strip down to nothing but her thong and reattached her leash. 

She hung up Master's drycleaning in the closet and went about her usual chores. When Master's house was spotless, Abby set off to complete the last task she had been given before starting dinner. She ran herself a nice bath and went about removing all possible traces of hair from under her arms, legs, pussy and ass with extra special care. Then Abby applied her favorite raspberry-scented body lotion to her soft skin. She clipped her leash back onto her collar, put her heels back on and a fresh thong; black lace. These were Master's favorite and the first pair He had ever bought for her. 

Abby stood, staring at herself in the full length mirror. After the hot bath, the cool air had kissed her nipples, making them stand out at attention. She positioned the leash between her lavish tits, the way Master required it. Her skin glistened from the freshly applied lotion. The black thong stood out against her alabaster skin, and with it's string back, showed off her spankable ass. Abby didn't have to check with her own fingers to know that her pussy was wet. She could feel it throbbing, sending a tremor through her body that was impossible to ignore. Abby blushed a little, adding a radiant glow to her cheeks. She was ready for her Master and couldn't wait for Him to get home. 

Abby still felt appropriately guilty for her behavior that morning. She had planned the whole evening around all of Master's favorite things to show her gratitude for His leniency and her desire to continue serving Him. She picked up Master's favorite wine, was wearing His favorite thong, wore her hair down the way He preferred it and was going to prepare His favorite meal.

She went into the kitchen and began washing and chopping some vegetables. Suddenly, Abby heard the front door open. Damn! Master was home already and she wasn't in position. This was definitely not her day. Abby ran to the front door, threw herself to her knees and shifted to the proper postion as fast as possible. Abby waited obediently for Master to greet her, for she was not to speak until spoken to. Silence. Abby raised her eyes enough to see the pair of sneakers and jeans that stood before her. Master was in a suit when He left. Breaking position, she lifted her head.

"Now there is a greeting." He smiled down at her.

Abby's eyes grew wide in disbelief. It was the stranger from the grocery store. Her mind raced. He couldn't have followed her, she thought. But here he was. How else could he have known how to find her? He must have been waiting outside the house to make sure she was alone. And she was. Hopelessly alone in fact. She wasn't even sure when Master would be home exactly. Abby started shuffling backwards, trying to hop to her feet. He came towards her and stepped on her leash, sending her crashing back down to the floor. 

"I knew you were a dirty little whore when I saw you earlier. Seeing you like this only confirms it." He said with a cruel grin on his face.

Abby reached out, trying to pull her leash out from under His foot. He had expected her to attempt something like that. With lightning fast reflexes, he grabbed the leash where it met her collar and pulled her up to him. The smile was instantly erased from his face. Abby quivered in fear.

"You better leave if you know what is good for you." Abby threatened, unsuccessfully. "i am expecting my Master home any minute now. He will not appreciate You handling me in this manner." The terror was obvious in her voice and in her eyes. She knew he saw it, despite her efforts. 

His green eyes stared into hers. She trembled and felt her blood pressure climbing. Abby knew if she could just make it to her cell, she could lock herself in and be safe until Master got home. Almost as if he could read her mind, he spun her around in one fluid movement, wrapping his right arm firmly around her neck and his left arm around her waist, pinning her near naked body against him. Abby struggled and he tightened his grip around her neck, cutting off her air supply. She tried to pull his arm away but he held his grip steady. As Abby fought for breath, she felt his mouth against her ear. 

A low moan escaped his lips, sending a shiver down her spine. "Mmmm. I'm going to enjoy making you suffer, whore. You will give me what I came here for but if you choose not to cooperate, it makes no difference. The more you resist me, the more I will enjoy it. Now, move!"

Abby started leading him to the bedroom to be in close proximity to her cell. The first opportunity that presented itself, she would use to escape to her safe haven. It was her only hope. As they passed the kitchen though, he pushed her into it. He saw the butcher knife she had been using to prepare dinner and picked it up.

"Just in case you try to do something stupid." He chuckled.

They left the kitchen and Abby tried once again to lead him to the bedroom. Instead, he stopped at a closed door.

"What's behind that door, whore?" He demanded.

That was the last place Abby wanted him to take her. Not only would it be impossible for her to escape but it was Master's dungeon. Abby had already spent many painful hours down there during her initial training. She had also spent many wonderful hours with Master, having Him tease and fuck her countless times. She could tell any experience down there with this man would not be pleasant. She felt the cold steel of the knife against her throat.

"Answer me!" He growled.

" It is just the basement. Nothing but a laundry room and storage." Abby lied.

"Perfect." He hissed into her ear. "Exactly the right place for a whore like you to get what you deserve. Open the door."

Abby stood there, frozen. She was dead if she went down there. She may be dead anyway, she thought. At least if Master doesn't come home soon. He pressed the flat of the blade against her cheek, bringing her out of her frightened trance. 

"Open the door now!"

She reached out her hand and slowly turned the knob. Abby looked at the stairs leading down to the as if dungeon the devil himself was waiting her at the bottom. He gave her a nudge and she began her descent. The trip to the dungeon always filled her stomach with butterflies, but never like this. The door to the dungeon was directly across the stairs and always open unless Master and her were inside. It would be impossible to miss. The walk to the bottom seemed to take nano seconds. Sure enough, he walked them straight into the dungeon. 

Master was a Man who liked to have as many options available to Him as possible when it came to pleasing Himself and torturing His slave. Immediately to the right of the door was a table covered in various blindfolds. Many different colors and fabrics. Also on the table were one of Abby's least favorite items, gags; a standard red ball gag, an O-ring gag and a bit gag. Just looking at them made Abby nervous. Master kept a selection of vibrators and dildos on another table beside the one with the blindfolds and gags. All different shapes and sizes; some of the vibrators were remote control operated. 

The walls were adorned with many varieties of rope, handcuffs, straps, paddles, floggers, whips, belts, nipple clamps and spreader bars. Placed throughout the room were various other contraptions, all of which she had met personally. There was a St. Andrews Cross, a suspension stand, a sawhorse-style spanking bench, a stockade with optional fucking rod attachment, a steel puppy cage, a bondage bed and a latex vacuum bed. The far wall directly across from the door was all mirrors and there was even video equipment set up.




A Whore's Surprise Ch. 03



Master had kept a close watch on His slave, making sure she hadn't been too traumatized from her experience with Xavier to continue serving Him. She seemed to be doing quite well. She hadn't slackened in any of her duties and followed through on every order, without fail. The day after, she had shrunk away from His touch a couple of times and Master understood, of course. So did Abby when she was reprimanded for it with a sound ass whipping. It hadn't been an issue again. 

It had been two weeks since Xavier had raped Abby for Him and Master decided it was time to bring her down to the dungeon again. Master felt her trembling as He led her down the stairs, but He didn't have to force her. Master let her know that He was going to use her in one of her favorite ways and then secured her to the St. Andrew's Cross. Master loved seeing His slave presented on the cross. Her arms stretched high above her head, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her perky tits forward. Every labored breath caused her chest to rise and fall rhythmically. It was almost hypnotic watching her gorgeous orbs floating before Him. With her legs spread wide, her sex on display for Him, Master could imagine the numerous ways He could abuse her sweet pussy and she was powerless to stop Him. Master saw a touch of sorrow in her beautiful blue eyes as He ensured she was rendered completely helpless. It didn't last long though. He leaned in, kissed her passionately and could already feel her licentious body longing for Him. 

Such a good girl, He thought to Himself. Master worked His way from her mouth over to her neck, placing soft kisses and nibbles along her collarbone. When she tried to hide a soft moan, Master gave her neck a forceful bite. Abby let out a loud groan and moved her head to the side. Master felt His cock twitch at her willingness to give herself to Him. Master cherished His pet for her unwavering devotion. He continued up her collarbone, across her neck and nibbled on her right earlobe. Master pressed His body tightly against hers and felt her vibrating with a mixture of fear and anticipation. 

Master smiled into Abby's soft, flowing locks and whispered to her, "I can tell you are nervous being down here again, My pet. That is understandable but won't be tolerated for long. With Me, you are always safe and I will not allow anything to hinder your service to Me. So get over it, now! Do you understand, girl?"

"Yes Master." had barely stammered past Abby's lips. She knew Master was telling the truth. Even when she felt that her life had been in danger, she had been perfectly safe. Her whole experience with Xavier had been well planned by her Master. Xavier had been merciless with her but somehow Master had known that she could handle it, even though He had rarely been that rough with her Himself. Of course, that had all changed now. After Master had seen just how far she could be pushed, He had begun challenging all of her previously established limits, much to His pleasure. 

Now Master had placed her in another situation that left her completely at His mercy and was expecting perfection. Abby felt her pulse race and her breath become rapid. She closed her eyes, attempting to calm herself down, without success. Abby could sense the smile on Master's face.

"Good girl, keep those beautiful eyes closed and focus on what you feel." Master instructed. 

Abby could hear Master moving about the room, no doubt looking for something with which to torture her. Master always knew just how to make her squirm and rarely used the exact same method twice. Abby heard her Master chuckling from across the dungeon. He had made His choice. She could hear Master coming back to her and fought to keep her eyes closed. She was desperate to see what He had chosen but Master said this was supposed to be a treat for her. Abby didn't want to ruin it by forcing Master to punish her. Thankfully, her discipline won out over her curiosity and she breathed a sigh of relief. Master brought His hand up and stroked her face. Abby leaned into His touch, nuzzling His soft, strong hand. 

"Good girl." Master praised her. Her inner struggle had not gone unnoticed and Abby felt her cheeks flush slightly. 

"Thank You Master." Abby replied, almost shyly. 

Master leaned in and kissed her with an unmistakable hunger. Abby melted into His warm, wet kiss, savoring the taste and feel of Him. Master begun softly massaging her tongue with His and, as Abby started to moan, He pulled back then thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy. He pumped them in and out of her a couple of times, just enough to cause Abby to throw her head back and groan.

"Oh Master, yes!!" 

Master withdrew His fingers and brought them up to her lips. He traced her mouth with His wet fingers and Abby could smell her scent on them. Abby poked her tongue out slightly, hungry for a taste. 

"Yes, suck them clean girl." Master encouraged her. 

Abby wrapped her mouth around Master's fingers and He fed her the length of them. The taste of her own juices on her Master's fingers drove her wild. 

"Are you ready for some fun, My pet?" Master inquired. 

Abby moaned and nodded in response, still licking her wetness from His fingers. Master withdrew His fingers and used them to pinch Abby's left nipple, hardening it instantly. As Abby sucked in a breath of air between her teeth, she felt Master's mouth covering her nipple, sucking on it tenderly. Abby wished she could wrap her hands around Master's head and play with His hair as He enjoyed her nipple. Master pulled His head back slowly until His teeth slipped off of her nipple, causing it to spring back. Abby winced in pain and then moaned. She loved it when Master teased her nipples. 

Suddenly, Abby heard a whooshing sound she couldn't distinguish and felt a stinging wave of pain flow through the nipple Master had just been treating so kindly. Abby cried out in pain again, Master loved that sound, and she recognized the tool that had been used on her. A cane. Master knew that the cane both scared and excited Abby. The intensity, the preciseness of the blows, the sweet sting; all sent Abby to a place she hadn't been able to describe after the first time Master had used the cane on her tender flesh. Master knew what that feeling had been and was going to bring His slave to that blessed place again. He brought her there every intense session they had together but the cane seemed to take her deeper than anything else. 

Master ran His finger over the bright red welt that now adorned Abby's left breast. She winced only a little as He caressed her freshly beaten tit. Her nipple stood at full attention, begging Him for more. Master gave it a quick flick with His tongue and then twisted it hard. Abby groaned and Master brought the cane down swiftly on her right breast. Abby cried out, louder this time, as a new welt was born onto her skin. Master leaned in, kissing it softly and reduced Abby's cries to soft moans. Each squeal and moan that came from His slave made Master's cock twitch. He felt His erection already. 

Master had taught Abby much since she became His slave and He was so proud of her progress thus far. In return, she had taught Him even more about the value of patience, although she was not consciously aware of it. Master wanted to remove her from the cross right now and fuck her hard. But an even greater reward lay ahead, as long as He didn't get carried away. 

Master took a deep breath and struck Abby's inner left thigh, some of the most sensitive flesh on the body. Abby shuddered with each connect on her soft, alabaster skin. Another welt, more cries. Master struck away at His slave with the cane, watching the welts multiplying on her tits, thighs and stomach. After each strike, Master would kiss or caress the traumatized area. He could tell Abby was close to being where He wanted her. Master pulled His arm back and placed one more blow across her sweet little pussy. Abby screamed and writhed on the cross with a passion untethered. 

There it was. One drop on the floor, then another, and another. His beautiful little fucktoy was so wet and horny, her cunt was dripping. Master had seen her like this before and it always made His heart, and cock, swell. Abby was the most deliciously, insatiable slut He had ever known. This display of depravity only confirmed that she was deserving of the surprise He had planned for her later in the evening. Master couldn't wait to see how she handled it. 

"Open your eyes, My pet, and see what you have done to please your Master." 

Abby opened her eyes and directed her gaze to where Master was pointing. There was a growing puddle of her juices on the floor. Abby's face turned bright red, matching the welts that were scattered across her body. If Abby had the use of her hands, she would have brought them forth to cover her face. Instead, Abby tried to bury her chin into her chest. Master smiled at her. "Don't be embarrassed, girl. That puddle is proof that, no matter what you may show others, you are nothing but a dirty whore, My dirty whore." Master slid the cane back and forth along her sopping wet slit and asked, "Aren't you proud of that, whore?" 

"Yes Master." Abby replied. She moaned shamelessly as she tried to thrust her hips down onto the cane harder. 

Master chuckled. "That's My whore. Fuck it! Show Me just how badly you wish to be used and abused for My amusement and pleasure." 

Abby struggled to feel more of the cane, to take it inside of her but Master kept it just out of reach. He was such a tease. Abby loved it. Even though she knew Master wouldn't allow it, she continued to struggle in vain to get the cane into her wanton pussy. Abby needed to be fucked desperately at this point. 

"Please fuck me Master? i want You so badly Master. i NEED You!!! Please, take me down and fuck me Master. i want to cum for You Master. May i please cum for You Master?" Abby blurted out, begging Him.

Master slapped her hard across the face. "Patience, slut!"

Abby could barely focus on anything at the moment, except her desire to please this wonderful Man's noble lust. All noises, aside from Master's voice, weren't audible. She lost track of the dungeon completely. Master was the only entity in her field of vision. The pain Abby should have been feeling, from being suspended for so long and the welts covering her body had vanished. 

The pleasure that Master was giving her was all that existed. Abby's nerve endings were greedy, taking in any stimulation Master bestowed upon them, transporting her to the most blissful state she had ever known. Abby had felt this way countless times with Master. She didn't understand it but it made her want to promise herself to Master for a million lifetimes, instead of just the single one she had to give. Abby heard Master's voice floating to her, like she was dreaming. 

"So, you would like to cum little one?" 

"Oh yes, please Master. Please may i cum for You? i beg You to show me mercy and allow me to honor You with an orgasm Master." Abby pleaded. 

Master smiled at her. Abby was right on the brink but wouldn't dare cum unless He gave her permission. He knew she deserved it but...patience. He pulled the cane along her slit slowly and then brought it up to her lips. Abby wrapped her lips around it and Master slid it back and forth, coating her mouth in her juices. He tossed the cane to the floor and removed her from the cross. 

Master guided Abby to her knees, turned her around, pushed her face down to the floor and pulled up on her hips, exposing her sweet ass to Him. Master pulled His pants down, unleashing His impressive cock. It was rock hard and eager to use this slut. Master slid the tip of His cock along Abby's dripping slit, coating it thoroughly. 

Abby rocked her hips back, trying to take Master's cock deeper inside of her. She craved Him even more than the air she breathed. Master gave her a swift slap on the ass.

"I decide which of your holes to use, don't I slut? Master barked at her.

"Yes Master. Please forgive me Master?" Abby whispered and held her position.

Master placed His hands on Abby's firm, round ass and spread her cheeks apart. Her tight asshole looked so inviting and it was essential He save her pussy for later. He teased her hole with the tip of His cock, to test if she was just as eager to have this hole filled. Abby started to push back, but didn't want to seem presumptuous again so she stopped. Master had noticed it though.

He plunged inside of her, hard, causing her to shriek. The pain subsided quickly as Master pounded away at her tight hole. Abby relaxed her body, enabling Master to penetrate her even deeper. She could feel His clean-shaven balls slapping against her sopping pussy. Master moved His hands to her hips and grasped them in a predator-like grip. Along with the numerous welts on her, bruises from Master's fingers would be present as well. 

As Master fucked her good and hard, He gave Abby an order He knew she wouldn't like but would obey nonetheless. 

"Whatever you do," He grunted, "do not cum, My pet!"

"As You wish Master."

Master let out a low growl and pounded her even harder. Master loved it when she responded with those words. He knew that He literally could do whatever He wished to her and Abby would take it and plead for more. Master thrust His cock as deep inside of her as He could and held it there. Even though they were barely audible, Master still heard His delightful slave whisper, "Thank You Master" over and over, as His hot seed erupted in her welcoming crevasse. 

As Master unloaded wave after wave of His precious nectar inside of her, Abby stayed as still as possible. Any movement could further stimulate her and put her at risk for disobeying Master's orders. Master pulled out of her slowly, teasing her, knowing it was taking all of her strength to fight off her impending orgasm. Master paused, leaving just His cockhead lingering and then pushed back in quickly. Abby whimpered and her whole body trembled. Master drew back completely and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Abby, still lost in that amazing other place, remained frozen. 

Master stroked Abby's hair and spoke softly, "Come back to Me, pet."

Abby felt herself floating back to reality, remembered why she was on the dungeon floor and she lifted her head. Master was smiling down at her, His hand outstretched. Abby reached up shakily and Master guided her to a standing position. He held her close.

"You did well, My dear. Now let's go get you cleaned up." 

Master tilted her chin, examining her left cheek. Abby had not been aware of it until that point but now she felt it. She looked down at the floor and realized that Master had rested her face in the puddle of her juices while He fucked her. The entire left side of her face, even some of her hair, was sticky from it. Abby blushed. Master kissed her passionately and lifted her up in His arms. 

He prepared a cold bath for her to help reduce some of the swelling from the welts. Master cleaned her thoroughly, checked her grooming and retouched the few spots that needed it. As Master was wrapping Abby in a large towel, He told her about the night ahead of them.

"We are having company tonight, little one. I expect you to be on your best behavior. Granted, we haven't had any company yet, except Xavier." Master winked at her and Abby blushed. "However, during your initial training, I did mention how you are to act in the presence of others. Do you remember My instructions, girl?"

"Be silent, until spoken to directly. Keep my eyes down and head bowed. Behave in a demure and respectful manner at all times. Be quick and thorough in the execution of all orders given to me." Abby recited.

"Good girl." Master praised her. 

His cock twitched as He listened to her recall orders she hadn't even carried out up to this point. That was just one of the many reasons He knew He had done the right thing when He chose her for training. She was such a naturally submissive treat He didn't even have to send her for formal training, like He'd done with others before her. 

"I have laid out what you are to wear tonight on the bed. Get into it and then make yourself up nicely. Leave your hair down tonight, girl."

"Yes Master." Abby replied as Master went in for a shower of His own. 

Abby went to the bed and stared at the outfit Master left for her. Even though it was very beautiful, and not Master's usual taste, Abby had hoped for something a little less revealing. Since Master was a very deliberate Man, Abby knew there was a specific reason why He had chosen this outfit. The push up bra made her feel like she was falling out. Its demi-cup style barely covered her nipples. Thongs, of course, were not designed to cover too much so Abby's round ass was left completely exposed. Every welt Master had given her was clearly visible and she proudly wore each one like the precious gifts they were.

Abby dressed herself and blow dried her hair before she heard the shower stop. She scurried to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and knelt, holding it out for Master. 

"Good girl. Now finish getting ready and take position by My chair until I join you, My pet." He gave her ass a playful pat as she scampered off. 

Abby finished preparing herself and knelt by Master's chair, suddenly feeling very nervous about the night ahead. Master hadn't even required her to make a meal, so she knew that wasn't the purpose of the visit. Abby was baffled. She knew better than to ask though. Master loved His surprises and so did she. 

As Abby was playing out every possible scenario in her head, Master stood in the doorway watching her. He could see how nervous she was but He wasn't worried. Abby would give a stellar performance this evening. He knew she would never allow her irrational feelings to stand in the way of her service to Him. He walked up behind her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. 

"Calm down, pet. There is nothing that will be asked of you tonight that you can't handle. Just stay focused and remember that it is your job to perform My every wish. I have faith that you will not let Me down, girl." 

"Thank You Master." Abby sighed with relief.

"Now stand up and let me look at you." Master instructed.

Abby rose and twirled around so Master could inspect her. Master took a step towards her and Abby began to shift to a kneeling position. Master placed His hand on her chin and guided her back up. He kissed her softly and Abby melted. Master pulled back and looked deep into her eyes. Abby wanted Him to take her, here and now, her entire body longed for Him. She wished that Master would tell her to turn off all the lights, close the curtains and strip down so He could fuck her all night long. To hell with the company they were expecting. Master opened His mouth...Abby held her breath...the doorbell rang. Abby's heart sank and Master grinned at her. 

"Showtime My pet. Answer the door."

"Yes Master."

Abby approached the door, somewhat cautiously. She had no idea who was waiting on the other side. An extreme sadist, looking forward to making her wish that she had never been born? A group of Men that Master was going to have gang bang her all night long? Xavier back for another go? Abby took a deep breath and opened the door to find a striking Man and a woman in a cloak.

"Please come in and welcome to Master's home." Abby greeted. 

The Man crossed the foyer to Master, hand outstretched. He was so handsome and Abby couldn't take her eyes off of Him. He was taller than Master and had a similar kind of commanding presence about Him, but it was somehow different. His hair was full and thick. Abby tried to imagine what it would feel like to run her hands through it. His eyes were dark, intense and she trembled at the thought of them gazing upon her. 




A Whore's Surprise Ch. 04



It had been a month since Rebecca had been introduced to Abby as her new 'sister' and Abby had never been happier. Rebecca was a beautiful girl and Abby couldn't get enough of her warm caresses, soft lips, and juicy pussy. Abby was grateful for every opportunity Master gave her to play with her sister. The sessions were even more intense when the two girls were permitted to worship their Master together. The girls would spend hours kissing, licking, and sucking all over Master's body and He would praise them for catering to His noble lusts so thoroughly. The three of them were a perfect match for each other. Abby felt completely fulfilled.

Master was feeling confident about His girls as well. They seemed to take to each other very quickly after Sir Benjamin dropped Rebecca off to them. He certainly did a fantastic job of training Rebecca for Him. Master had considered sending Abby to Benjamin also but decided to handle her training personally. After all, He had discovered her, watched her grow and strive to become the slave He wanted her to be. He was the one who liberated her from her inhibitions, at least where He and Rebecca were concerned. It was time for Him to propose an idea to His delightful slave girls and see how they, Abby specifically, reacted to it.

He leaned back in His chair and gazed at His girls in the kitchen. They were cleaning up the mess from this evening's dinner and having a good time doing it. He loved to watch them when they didn't realize He was doing so. Master observed them often after Rebecca joined the household, looking for signs of jealousy or animosity. None appeared. 

His cock grew as He stared at them, working so diligently to keep His home in order. They were so cute in their matching outfits. Master didn't require them to wear uniforms like a maid or nurse, although the thought had crossed His mind. Instead He preferred lingerie. He bought them the exact same sets, just in different colors, their favorite colors. He never ordered them to wear the same sets on the same days, but they seemed to do it anyway. Master found it rather endearing. Today they had chosen a two-piece babydoll set. The bra style top was just sheer enough to show off their sweet nipples, the body was a gorgeous flyaway mesh material with a high side slit on either side and came with a g-string. If they were going to wear panties, even if it was only on occasion, He preferred them to be as skimpy as possible, showing off their asses. Abby's set was in royal purple and Rebecca's in indigo blue. They looked devastating. 

Master could see that they were almost done cleaning up. As was required of them, He knew they would report to Him immediately upon finishing their task, so there was no need to beckon them. Only a couple of minutes passed before the girls were standing before Him. They each placed their right foot behind them, curtsied, bowed their heads and fell to their knees. They kept their eyes lowered and waited for Him to acknowledge them.

"I am so lucky to have such wonderful girls in My service." Master praised. "Please, raise your eyes My slaves. I have something important to discuss with you."

"Thank You Master." The girls chimed in unison.

"Master Matthew has invited us to a play party in two weeks. Now that Rebecca is properly settled here and seeing that the two of you get along so well, I have accepted His invitation" 

Master paused for a moment, waiting to judge their reactions. Rebecca's eyes lit up immediately. Abby looked uncertain. It was the first time Master hadn't seen a duplicate reaction between the two of them in three weeks. He wasn't sure what to make of it just yet.

"He will be hiring a lifestyle-friendly caterer and wait staff for the evening, so You will not be service slaves for the evening. The only things you two will be required to do are look ravishing and entertain His guests, of course." 

Rebecca was positively vibrating. Master could see her trying to contain her excitement. Abby still looked unsure, confused even. He could tell she had questions, possibly even reservations. Normally Abby wouldn't have expressed these kinds of emotions. Due to earlier tests He had given her, she had learned to trust in Him and never question His intent. Master needed to understand her unusual reaction. 

"Rebecca, I can see you are already looking forward to the party. That pleases me. Abby, my dear girl, you look like have a question or two regarding the event we will be attending in two weeks. You have my permission to speak freely."

"Thank You Master. Please, what do You mean by 'entertain His guests' Master?" Abby looked genuinely concerned about the answer to her question.

Master smiled at His sweet, devoted slave. To Rebecca He said, "You understand what I mean, explain it to your sister."

Rebecca placed her left hand on Abby's right shoulder. Abby turned to look at her sister, worry present all over her face. She knew deep down that she shouldn't be apprehensive about anything Master tells her but she had a feeling she knew what her Master meant and it honestly scared her. 

"Master Matthew will be inviting fellow Masters and Their slaves over. The Masters will be permitted to use us if They wish or watch us with Their slaves. There will most certainly be limitations on what Master will allow the others to do to us, for our safety. However, anything that is done to us can be watched by the other guests." 

Usually feeling Rebecca's touch would inflame Abby's lusts but now she could feel the color draining from her face. Being used while others could witness it? How humiliating. Abby had certainly been used by strangers, and relative strangers, before. She had barely known Benjamin or Rebecca before she had been used with and by them. Xavier was a complete stranger when he had raped her. Still, somehow the idea of many people witnessing her sexual acts with another filled her with dread. Of course having Master and her sister noticing her reluctance filled her with shame. 

"I can see what you are feeling Abby. You have never been trained for such a situation and you think you would feel humiliated having other people watch you. Let me ask you, did you feel humiliated with Sir Benjamin and Rebecca?"

"No Master, but we were all fucking at the same time. None of us were truly watching what anyone else was doing Master. From what sister Rebecca says, some people may just be watching Master. Does that sound accurate Master?"

"Yes it does, slave. There may very well be people watching you get fucked and that pleases Me, so I don't understand your objections." Master stated plainly.

Abby hung her head. This shouldn't bother her but she could feel her anxiety rising over it. She wished she could feel more like Rebecca. As Master said, Rebecca had been trained by Sir for this scenario and she hadn't been. Abby knew her purpose was to be anything her Master wished her to be, even a wanton slut, but she couldn't wrap her brain around the concept of this party.

"Rebecca, you may go entertain yourself with an activity of your choosing. Be sure to report back to Me by bedtime. I would like you to join Me in My bed this evening." Master instructed His enthusiastic girl.

"As You wish Master." Rebecca responded, feeling the tension in the air.

Both Abby and Rebecca knew that a serious talk was about to take place. Master didn't usually send one of His girls away like that and He never invited only one of them to share His bed. Rebecca gave Abby a supportive, loving look. Then she bent over, gave each of her Master's feet a soft kiss, stood up and hurried away. 

"Come closer, slave, and no talking until I say otherwise." 

Master pointed between His legs. Abby shimmied over on her knees to the spot He indicated with His finger. Master reached forward and placed His hand on the back of her head. He guided her head towards Him and down to His crotch. He pushed her left cheek against His boxers.

"Can you feel that, Abby?" 

She nodded her head yes, causing her nose to nuzzle against His dick. She knew this was the wrong time but she wanted to feel Him in her mouth. After all, He had trained her to crave His cock and to devote herself to pleasing it. 

"That hard cock you feel is the result of Me picturing showing off my beautiful slave girls to My friends and letting them see how blessed I am to have such gifted pets. So we need to do something about this deficiency that has shown up in you. I am assigning you a task to help you deal with this worry of feeling humiliated by the possibility of being watched. This will not be an easy task but I can assure you that you will be ready for the party after completing it."

Abby nodded her head again in comprehension. 

"Good girl. Your task is to seduce a total stranger and to submit yourself to him for his use and amusement. These are your instructions: Ensure that you are properly and thoroughly groomed. Dress yourself provocatively like the cheap whore that you are. Choose your clothes carefully so as to display your tits, legs and ass to the fullest advantage. Wear bright red lipstick and nail varnish. Give your eyes the full treatment: black mascara, eye shadow, even false eyelashes. Under no circumstances will you wear a bra or panties. Think of yourself as every man's wet dream! The perfect nasty slut to suck, fuck and abuse! 

Abby looked wide-eyed as her Master continued in a quiet, deliberate voice.

Go to a sleazy porno cinema. Wait until the session starts, then slip into the darkened theatre. Find a secluded stranger and sit in the seat next to him. Show him how the images on screen arouse you. Make him aware that you are available for his sexual pleasure. Take his hand and guide it to your tits. Let him fondle and grope them. Spread your legs and place his hand on your thigh. Let him find your cunt and spread your lips to enable him to finger-fuck you. Rub his cock through his trousers, unzip his pants and let him feel your hot cock-sucking mouth on his prick. When he is aroused, take him to the men's room and offer yourself to him. Tell him that it's his lucky day. That you are available to him for his use and that you are under strict instructions to grant him any demand he chooses to make. Tell him that you are his　fuck-toy and that all holes are available for him to fill. You will do this tomorrow. Now answer me properly, do you understand your task, slut?" 

Abby could feel nothing but pure terror. Somehow the words, "Yes Master" still managed to escape her lips.

"That's My girl. I will be taking Rebecca out with Me tomorrow, giving you some privacy to prepare yourself. I will expect to hear all about it when you return. I understand how you must be feeling Abby but I know you will please me in your execution of this task. Off to your cell for the rest of the night. You will need plenty of rest for tomorrow." 

"As You wish Master." Abby's voice cracked with emotion.

Abby leaned down, kissed her Master's feet, stood up and ushered herself to her cell. It was going to feel quite lonely in there without Rebecca tonight. However, Abby didn't expect to get that much sleep anyway. She sat in her cell, going over the details of her task in her head. She had no idea how she was going to pull this off. The idea was already making her feel sick to her stomach. Not only was she being ordered to have sex with a stranger, but in public. What if someone saw her? What if the police became involved? Abby knew she couldn't let those negative thoughts infect her mind. Master wanted her to overcome a potential problem in her service to Him and she had to try to do her best. She lay down, closed her eyes and attempted to get some rest. She knew Master was right about her task, she was going to have a long day tomorrow.

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Morning came far too quickly. The sound of the alarm going off and the cell door unlocking was ominous. Abby was not looking forward to her day but knew the quicker she got to her task, the quicker it would be over. She needed to do this for Master and prove to Him that she was the slave He wanted her to be. As Master had told her, He and Rebecca were already gone, time to get started.

Abby walked to the bathroom and caught a reflection of herself in Master's full length mirror. She could see that the cool air had already hardened her nipples. Although a part of her couldn't be sure that it wasn't slight anticipation over her task that had turned her once soft nipples into tiny torpedoes. Even though this task scared her, if she were being honest about her feelings, a part of her was excited about it. The danger, the taboo nature of the setting and task was alluring. 

She placed a new blade in her razor and ran the water until it reached a warm temperature. Abby stepped inside, letting the warm liquid relax her whole body. She grabbed her loofah and squirted a generous amount of blackberry/raspberry body wash onto it. She inhaled the sweet, fruity scent and began to soap up her body. She started with her armpits, running the razor along the curve of her left then her right. She inspected the areas with her fingers, feeling nothing but patches of bare skin. 

Abby ran the soapy loofah down her body and along her left leg. Starting at the ankle, she slowly went up her leg until she had cleared a path to her hip. She repeated the pattern around her left leg and then moved onto the right. With both legs completely removed of hair she washed the soap off of them, letting her hand glide along the smooth, silky flesh. 

Now onto the most challenging and important of areas, the ones the stranger will surely want access to. Abby sat down on the edge of the tub and across from the mirror mounted on the wall. She spread her legs wide and looked at the reflection of her delicate flower, so tender and pure yet capable of handling excessive amounts of abuse. She kept it clean for Master so it was only in need of a little pruning. She applied a small squeeze of body wash to freshen up the suds and lathered up her pussy. Abby guided the sharp metal edge along the supple flesh of her cunt, letting her fingers trace along behind to locate any stubborn hairs that may have been missed. She continued the pattern until her entire pussy was completely hairless and baby soft.

She stood up and rinsed the soap residue from her freshly shaven lips. She placed her left leg up on the edge of the tub, bent over slightly and let the blade glide in between her ass cheeks. After a few passes, she ran her fingers along her crack, lightly teasing her tight little hole and feeling the same smoothness she had on her pussy. Abby shampooed her hair and stood under the stream, allowing the water to wash away all of the suds still on her body. Once she was rinsed of all soap and shampoo, she turned off the shower and grabbed a soft towel with which to dry herself off.

After the shower, Abby felt much more relaxed. She threw the towel over the shower rod, letting any remaining moisture air dry while she got ready. She walked over to the bathroom sink, washed her face, and applied a toner and moisturizer. Her instructions stated full makeup, so she rubbed a light foundation on her face to give her skin a creamy glow and a rosy blush to the apples of her cheeks. Hopefully the blush would conceal any real blushing that might occur during this task. She kept her eye makeup light with peach tones and dark black mascara to enhance her striking blue eyes, even though the false eyelashes did that on their own. Abby adorned her lips with a red, rub-proof lipstick that complemented her pale skin and dark brown hair. With this lipstick, she could suck cock all day long and her lips would stay whore red. She left her hair down in curly tendrils that were both playful and sexy. Finally, she sat at her desk and could feel the fabric of the chair against her bare pussy. To complete the makeup, she painted her nails red to match her lips. 

With her makeup finished it was time to get dressed in the perfect outfit. Dress provocatively, Master had said to her. She knew exactly what to wear. The black skirt was tight, leather and covered to just the bottom of Abby's ass, as long as she was standing. If she were to bend over, however, a shot of her camel toe would be impossible to miss. She slid the skirt up slowly so she could enjoy the feel of the soft material against her smooth thighs. Since panties were not a requirement she would have to be careful not to have any reason to bend over. For the top, she chose a strapless corset, also black but with purple piping. It lifted her breasts up so they were practically bursting out the top, forming two pale mounds that were begging to be smacked and abused. She was feeling very self conscious, as it would take only slight movements of either article of clothing to show off her private parts to any casual observer.

She put on a pair of three inch black heels and walked over to look at herself in the mirror. Whore. That was the only word that came to mind. How could she leave the house looking like this? She had no choice though; she had to do this to please Him. She lived to please Him. The closest skin flick cinema was about 15 minutes walking distance and along major roads, Cinema L'Amour. That shouldn't be too bad, she thought. Abby hesitated a moment, her hand frozen on the doorknob. One thought, and one thought only, made her open the door, you are doing this for Master.

The walk to the theatre proved to be most interesting. Abby could feel the eyes of most everyone who drove by looking her up and down. The women saw her as nothing but the cheap whore that she looked like, no doubt. The men couldn't keep their lustful eyes off of her, wanting to treat her like the whore she resembled. A few even risked an accident by not keeping their eyes on the road. Honks, screams out of car windows and the squeal of brakes on hot asphalt prompted her to call a cab. It felt like the longest wait for a taxi in the history of the world. The honking, yelling and squealing continued. The cabbie himself almost crashed the car when he saw the sex-kitten that was his fare. The embodiment of his wildest wet dreams about to ride in his cab. 

Abby climbed into the back seat of the cab as carefully as she could. Not cautiously enough though, as she distinctly heard someone scream out, "Nice pussy, baby!" from a passing car as she closed the door. She told the cab driver her destination and got no response. He was definitely aware of her, as he was staring at her through the rearview mirror. Louder this time, she told the cabbie where to drop her off. She got a low grunt of acknowledgement as he slowly gave the car gas.

Abby couldn't sit still. The feel of the vinyl seat on her bare pussy was cool and she could feel herself sliding from the moisture that had built up from all the attention she had received. Now that she was sitting down, her breasts were trying to escape the prison of the corset. Abby looked down and saw her nipples peeking out the top. Evidently, so did the cab driver. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her in the mirror. She could see him ogling her tits and he kept shifting his position. At a stop light, she realized that he only had one hand on the wheel. The low moans, grunts and quick licks of his lips told her where his other hand was. She could feel her pussy throbbing from the attention she was receiving. She knew she should be embarrassed, and she was a little, but she was also flattered knowing the cabbie was fondling himself so shamelessly with her in the backseat. 

The ride over was short. Abby paid her fare and slid herself across the seat to exit the back. She felt her skirt slide up just enough when she got out, fulfilling the fantasy she was sure he had in his mind from the moment she got into his cab. Abby paused, giving him a long look at her juicy pussy, glanced over her shoulder at him and winked. She closed the door and walked towards the theatre. She didn't have to look back to know the cabbie was still watching her.




A Whore's Surprise Ch. 04



She stood in the lobby for a few minutes trying to decide which movie to choose. The guy behind the counter was young, cute and couldn't stop fidgeting. His eyes kept traveling over her body and she could see him trying to readjust himself under the counter. A smile graced Abby's lips and she could tell he was mentally undressing her. A plastic name tag identified him as Tyler. His eyes were glued to her heaving bosom as she approached him. She knew for sure that Tyler wouldn't have turned her down if she had made him the offer she was here to extend to some lucky stranger. She leaned over the counter and gave him a good look at her tantalizing tits.

"One ticket for Just Fucked Daddy's Best Friend, please." she purred softly. It seemed a fitting place to find the kind of lust-craved brute she was looking for today. He printed off the ticket without saying a word. 

"Have you seen this movie, Tyler?" she asked coyly, licking at her lips and gently biting her bottom lip.

He shook his head no, too engrossed in staring at her tits to answer properly. Abby leaned against the counter, pushing her tits out of the corset more. 

"i was hoping you could tell me if it was hot. Dirty movies really excite me, they make my pussy soaking wet. Since you haven't seen it, would you like me to tell you about my favorite parts when it is over, the parts that made me want to touch myself?" Abby teased.

Tyler's words were still failing him. Abby thought she saw him nod. She definitely still saw him adjusting himself under the counter. 

"Well thank you, Tyler. Hope to talk to you after the movie" she said, fluttering her eyes at him. 

He mumbled something that could have been 'You're welcome' as she walked away. The movie didn't start for 10 minutes so she lingered in the main hall. She could feel her heart racing and her body tingling. This task was starting to be fun. It was wonderful to see how men reacted to her looking like one of the girls they were here to ogle in the theatres. No doubt Master knew she would enjoy this task on some level. Abby still felt embarrassed by the way she looked but she was beginning to understand what Master wanted her to learn from this. 

She made her way to the theatre, took a deep breath and went inside. As she walked along the ramp she could already hear the sounds of a sweet girl getting fucked. The moans, the screams, the grunts and squeals were music to her ears. The soundtrack was always her favorite part of a porno. The smells were unmistakable as well; sweat, cigarette smoke and the remnants of men's lust assaulted her nostrils. As she finally entered the main part of the theatre, the image on screen set her loins on fire. Splayed across the screen was a close-up of a juicy cunt being plowed by a huge cock.

It was the middle of the day so the theatre was not packed. The few patrons who were present were so enraptured by the show that they didn't notice her enter. She squinted into the darkness, checking out her options. Abby noticed a man sitting in the middle of the top row, all alone. She walked up the stairs slowly, hoping his eyes stayed glued to the screen so she could slip in beside him unnoticed. 

She reached the top aisle, walked towards him and quietly sat beside him on his right. She could see his hands cupped in his lap, left on top of right. It was easy to see his right hand massaging his cock through his pants; clearly he was already enjoying the movie. She turned her attention to the screen, so her feelings of passion could come alive as well. Abby felt her tits pushing out the top of her corset again. She brought her hands up and began caressing her creamy, succulent mounds. Since the man beside her was still too distracted to realize she was there, she let her elbow bump into his arm ever so slightly. From the corner of her eye, she could tell she now had his attention. His eyes were roaming all over her body but kept coming back up to watch her fondling her tits. Even over all of the noise from the fun on screen, she could swear she heard him groan. 

Abby reached inside of her top and adjusted her tits so that her nipples were accessible. She pinched and tugged on them, making them rock hard. She saw him turn his body to watch her, the images on screen no contest for her openly licentious display. She squeezed her tits together, pushing up enough to finally free them from the corset completely. 

While she continued to fondle her breasts, she spread her legs until she felt her left leg touching his. Abby slid her hands down her body and along her milky thighs, still pretending that she wasn't aware he was watching her. He moved his hands from out of his lap and placed them on the outer part of his thighs. She could see his mind working, thinking of the things he would like to do to her, if he got the chance. 

Suddenly she felt a tingle along her leg and realized he was running a finger along her warm flesh. She decided to continue to ignore him to see if he would be bold enough to take it further. She felt his fingers crawling up the side of her thigh now and he placed his hand flat on her left knee. He began to glide his hand up her leg slowly, waiting for an objection from her. When she didn't offer one, he moved his hand further up her body. It was time to show him that she knew he was interested.

Abby placed her left hand on his, guided it up to her tits and looked him in the eyes with a flirty smile. This brief acknowledgement was enough for him. He turned his whole body towards her and took over where she had left off, using both hands to grope at her tits. He grasped at her roughly, excited to have the personification of his dirtiest wet dreams here in the flesh. His fingers probed her tits and teased her nipples, keeping them nice and hard.

Abby smiled softly, "Do you like my tits?" she asked him bluntly.

He was so mesmerized by her body and thrilled over the situation that her forward question didn't shock him. 

"Yes, I do, they are lovely." He answered, through slightly labored breathing. 

"Want to suck on them?"

The horny stranger wasted no time. Without words, he began devouring her tit flesh and sucking her nipples into his wet mouth. She could feel his tongue circling her stiff buds and flicking at them. Abby brought her hands up to his hand and ran her fingers through his hair. She took a look around the theatre, trying to see if their activities in the top row had been noticed by anyone else yet. Thankfully, they didn't appear to have been but the possibility that they could be caught at any moment nagged at her a little. He had no concern whatsoever; he merely concentrated on her tits. 

He broke from her nipples long enough to look at her. She smiled sweetly and he came in for a rough kiss. She could feel his tongue thrust deep into her mouth and could barely breathe. When he finally ended the kiss Abby took his hand and slid it down her body. She placed his hand to her bare pussy, grinding it in a little so he could feel how wet she was. 

"You're fucking dripping wet!" he exclaimed happily. His face twisted into a leer.

Abby smiled shyly. "Put your fingers inside, fuck me with them."

She had barely finished her sentence when she felt him shove two fingers deep inside her pussy. Abby moaned loudly, so did the girl on screen, and threw her head back. He pumped his fingers in and out of her hard and fast. He was finger-fucking her so forcefully she was sure that her own squeals and moans would be heard over the movie. She brought her hands back up to her tits, pinching at her rigid nipples. She was so aroused that she couldn't stand it anymore. Time to raise the ante, Abby thought.

"Give me your fingers, i want to suck my pussy juices from them." Abby opened her mouth eagerly.

The stranger reluctantly removed his fingers from her pussy and put them in her gaping mouth. Abby sucked them enthusiastically, getting every last bit she could find. Keeping his fingers in her mouth, she reached over and placed her hand on his thigh. She slid her hand over until she was rubbing against his hard cock. He arched his hips up to her touch and groaned. She massaged his cock through his pants, feeling the expectant bulge in his pants. 

Abby unzipped his pants but left the button untouched. She reached inside and found a surprise of her own; no underwear. She maneuvered his prick through the opening in his pants. He leaned back, preparing himself for her. She bent over and kissed the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. She stuck out her tongue and ran it around his cock head. He put his hands on her head and she let him lead her lips down his cock. She took the length of him in her warm, wet mouth and suckled him gently, almost teasing him. He moaned loudly.

As she made her way up his cock to the tip she could feel him pushing down on her head. Abby held herself in place, massaging him with her tongue and waiting for him to relax his grip. Finally he released his vice-like grasp. She removed his throbbing cock from her hungry mouth. 

She leaned in close to him, her mouth at his ear and whispered, "Join me in the Men's room?"

"Hell yeah!" He took a moment to zip his pants back up while Abby shoved her tits back inside the corset.

She led him out of the theatre and to the nearest Men's room. She opened the door for him and took a quick look around before going in herself. He stood to the side, eyeing her wantonly. She took a minute to check quickly under the stalls to make sure they were alone. No visible feet, betraying a possible audience. If only she could lock the door to ensure absolute privacy but it looked like it needed a key.

She reached down, grabbed the bottom of her corset and gave it a swift tug down just enough. Her tits burst forth, happy to be free from their fabric prison. She brought her hands to them and began caressing them, fondling them. She moaned softly as her fingers brushed across her nipples. He took a step towards her, rubbing his cock through his pants. She moved her hands down her body and latched onto the bottom of her leather skirt. A small tug up made her pussy visible to him. Abby could feel how wet she was and he must have been able to see her cunt glistening. 

"In the theatre, you said you liked my tits." She smiled at him.

"Yes I did." the stranger admitted.

"Now that you can see them in better light, do you still like them?" She asked coyly, teasing her nipples with her fingertips. 

No words from the stranger this time, he only nodded and groped at his hard cock again. 

"What about my pussy? Your fingers got to fuck it, do you want more?" He looked her up and down. 

Abby widened her stance and put her hands behind her back. "This is your lucky day. If you want this body, take it. i offer it to you to use for your pleasure. i am under strict instructions to please you in any way you ask. i am your personal fuck-toy, a willing slut for you to play with."

"Any hole I choose?" He asked.

"Fuck them all, they are yours for the taking" 

Abby turned around and bent over, presenting her ass to him. She spun herself around again and caressed her pussy, opening her lips to show him her hole. She looked deep into his eyes and opened her mouth wide. He closed the couple of feet between them in a flash. He grabbed at her tits again, groping them roughly and sucking hungrily at her nipples. Abby moaned. This fervent stranger was so excited he would fuck her quickly and she would be on her way home in no time. As he was sucking on her nipples she felt his teeth nibbling on them lightly. She moaned louder, loving the slight pain. He heard her response and bit harder. Abby whimpered, that was more pain than she would have liked but the stranger didn't ease up. 

After a couple of minutes chewing on her nipples, he moved on to biting at her tit flesh. Abby could tell there would be bruises left by his teeth but there was nothing that could be done about it now. He brought his left hand up to her hair and gripped the back of her neck. His right hand reached down to her pussy. He slid one finger along her slit, buried his face in her neck and growled.

"You really are an eager slut, aren't you?" 

Abby was already aware that she was soaking wet and blushed. She was accustomed to being used as a fucktoy, although not by strangers, and her body knew how to be ready for hard use. 

He pushed two fingers deep into her pussy, held them there and wiggled them slightly. Abby bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure and arched her hips, trying to take his fingers even deeper. She groaned in disappointment as he removed his fingers. He brought them up to her lips and shoved them roughly into her mouth.

"Suck them clean, you dirty slut."

As Abby licked her juices from his fingers, the stranger removed his left hand from the back of her neck and used it to undo his pants. He took his fingers from her mouth and used both hands to push his pants to his ankles, liberating his throbbing cock from its restraints. He placed his hand on her head and shoved her down to the cold tile floor. 

He had a beautiful cock, looked to be about eight inches long, not too thick, circumcised and ready to fuck. He placed his hand on the back of her head and forced it towards his cock. He shoved her mouth down to the base of his cock, making her gag on him. Abby panicked and struggled to free herself from his grip. He held her firmly in place. 

"Something tells me that you can handle this, cunt, so stop squirming or I will give you something to squirm about." He snapped and slapped her face hard.

Abby knew he was right. She calmed herself and remembered to breathe through her nose. He was thicker than she had thought and she knew he did not plan to be gentle with her. He kept his hands on her head, pumping her throat with his dick. She felt his grip tighten and braced herself for the inevitable. He thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking it hard. It didn't take long for the saliva to begin leaking out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. 

"You dirty little cocksucker. Swallow my fucking prick, whore." 

Abby moaned around him. She kept her eyes on the door, praying no one would walk in and see her like this. She was enjoying the face fucking she was receiving from the stranger but still didn't want it witnessed or walked in on. For while she heard nothing from the stranger except for groans and the mumblings of phrases like, 'oh yeah baby' and 'holy fuck', as he violated her mouth. 

Suddenly he ripped her mouth away from his cock and slapped her across the face again. Abby cried out in pain, the stranger laughed. He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to a standing position. He twisted her around so that her back was to him and pushed her so that she was bent over. He plunged his dick deep into her pussy, fucking her relentlessly. Abby moaned shamelessly, she loved a rough fuck. 

"That's right, slut, take my cock!" He growled, ramming into her even harder. Just then an unexpected noise interrupted the stranger's fun.

"Excuse me, Sir, Ma'am. I am the manager of this establishment. I had an employee tell me he saw a woman bring a man in here. What exactly is going on here?" 

The manager stood there waiting for an explanation, even though he could see what he had interrupted. He had Tyler, the boy who had sold Abby her ticket, with him. He must have been watching her and was the one who alerted the manager to the events in the bathroom. He was fidgeting with something in his hands. 

"Well, this slut approached me in one of your theatres. Offered to let me use her any way I wanted to." The manager looked at the man skeptically, like he wasn't buying a word of it. 

"Tyler, you were working the front today, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"These two arrive together?" 

"No Sir. She showed up well after him." Tyler continued to fidget and Abby tried desperately to make out what he had in his hands.

"I just came to see a dirty movie today but what man could resist a piece of slut ass like this." The stranger pointed at Abby, her pussy lips still wrapped around his cock. "So are you calling the cops or what?"

The manager looked them both up and down, his eyes lingering on Abby's body. "Well that is the policy in a case like this. And of course, you would both be banned from this theatre."

"Is there any way we could strike a deal here? Make this a mutually beneficial situation, perhaps?" The stranger smiled.

"Like what exactly?" asked the manager, intrigued. Tyler was standing there silent. His eyes were fixed on Abby as if the other two men weren't even there.

"Well, this fucking whore told me that I could do whatever I wanted with her. What if I wanted to share her, with you? What do you say, wanna fuck her?" 

The stranger pumped her pussy a couple of times, causing Abby to moan. She suddenly felt the humiliation she was worried about set in. Abby tried to pull away from the stranger but he yanked her back on his cock hard, making her moan again.

"She is a tempting little cock tease, isn't she?" 

The manager looked at her again, pondering the offer. From out of his pocket he took a set of keys. He walked over to a panel on the wall, unlocked it and took out a sign. Out of order. After placing it outside of the bathroom, he closed the door and locked it. 

"Let's see what we have here then." He said as he approached them. 

The stranger removed his cock from her pussy, grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up into a standing position and pressed her back against his body. Abby whimpered. She could feel his hard cock against her ass. His arm came across the front of her chest, holding her in place. The manager undid her top and tossed it to the floor. He sucked and groped at her tits and then slapped at her moist nipples, watching them harden. He brought his hand down to her pussy and smiled when he felt how soaked she was.

"I think we can definitely have some fun with this dirty slut." The manager laughed and the stranger joined him.

"Hey, why is the kid still here?" The stranger said referring to Tyler, who was silently watching the show. 

"Oh, I am sorry Tyler. I forgot you were still here. Come on over. I have a job for you." Tyler scurried over, with a smile on his face. 

"I had Tyler bring this with him so we could document who you both were after I banned you. It will come in quite handy I should think as it takes videos too. Come on Tyler, hand it over. We're going to make a porno of our own." He added with a leer.

Tyler revealed a digital camera. So that is what he had been playing with this whole time. All three of them smiled. Abby freaked out and started wiggling around, trying to get out of the strangers grip. 

The manager quickly turned on the video and set it over on the counter to film the whole encounter. He clearly wanted to get some shots of her struggle. Abby continued to fight as the manager walked over to them. 

"A few swift belts across the face changes her tune pretty quickly." The stranger stated cruelly.

The manager slapped Abby across her left cheek and then her right. She squealed in pain and continued her attempt to struggle out of the stranger's strong grip. 

"That's right you little whore. Make this as sweet as possible by trying to resist us. Do you really think you will make it out of here unscathed now?" He chuckled. So did the stranger. "So how do you want to go about using this skank?" The manager asked. 

"I want her ass. That tight hole is just begging for my huge cock." The stranger said. "Give her slut mouth a try. She is one of the best cocksuckers I have ever had."

Abby had never felt so scared. She was close to fear with Xavier but he had raped her in Master's house, along with Master. He had been there the whole time keeping His property safe. Now she was alone, no escaping. Abby wept openly, wondering how things had gone so wrong, so fast. 




A Whore's Surprise Ch. 04



The manager undid his pants and kicked them off. The stranger bent her over, holding her at the waist. Tyler continued to watch, the tent in his pants growing. Abby kept crying as the manager stuffed his cock in her mouth. He held her head in his hands and fucked her mouth hard, just like the stranger had been doing when they first arrive in the restroom. 

The stranger lifted Abby's skirt up further, spread her ass cheeks and lightly stroked her asshole. She whimpered and tried to wiggle herself away from his touch. He slapped her ass hard and she moaned in pain around the manager's cock. He groaned, aroused further from hearing her pain, and fucked her mouth harder. She could feel more drool running down her chin. The stranger kept hold of her hips and rammed his cock into her ass. Without lubrication it hurt so much, she felt her knees buckle. 

Both men fucked her mercilessly as she continued to sob. Their groans of animal lust, which would normally be sweet music to Abby's ears, cut through her like hot knives. She could just barely make out the words 'slut', 'whore' and 'cocksucker' as they used her. Out of the corner of her eye, Abby could see that Tyler had already dropped his pants and was stroking his cock while watching them fuck her mouth and ass-rape her. The shy kid from earlier was certainly coming out of his shell. The manager noticed Tyler's enthusiasm as well. 

"Tyler, don't just stand there and watch. Come over and grab a piece of hot ass. There is still one hole that needs to be fucked. Isn't that right, you dirty tramp?" 

Tyler approached her with a lust-filled hunger in his eyes that scared her. He lay down on the floor and slid beneath her. The stranger and the manager helped lower Abby onto his cock and he let out a loud groan. So did Abby. All three men were now inside of her and her whole body felt the pain of this fuck fest. Tyler reached up and fondled Abby's tits as he fucked her pussy. He felt huge for such a young boy; he couldn't have been more than 18. She could feel all her holes roughly penetrated from the massive cocks shoved deep inside her. 

The three men fucked her for what felt like an eternity. They didn't say much. Just muttered obscenities, grunted and groaned as they violated her body. Their hands explored every inch of her flesh as they pumped her holes; pinching, fondling, slapping, sucking, biting. Nothing was left untouched. From her, all Abby could hear were sobs of desperation and whimpers of pain. This was not what she had expected when she left home this morning. It was a humiliating enough task to find one stranger to let defile her, but three? What would He think of her when she reported this back to Him? 

Tyler, the manager, and the stranger were going at Abby like jack rabbits. The manager suddenly stopped thrusting. He jerked his cock from her mouth and slapped her face with it. He let out an animal like growl as he unloaded wave after wave of hot cum all over her face. She could feel it in her hair and even a little went up her nose. The stranger had also stopped thrusting now. He pulled out of her ass, dug his finger nails into her hips and blew his load across her ass cheeks. Abby could feel it dripping down the curve of her ass and down the back of her thighs. He leaned himself onto her back, pressed his lips to her ear and repeated the words, 'good fucking slut' over and over. 

Tyler was also ready to cum. The stranger could hear it as well. He grabbed Abby by the hair again, forcing her into a sitting position. She screamed in pain. Tyler's cock slipped out of her cunt as the stranger readjusted her. Tyler exploded his nectar all over her tummy and tits. She was covered in cum, she was still weeping and her body felt brutalized. 

Tyler reluctantly slid out from under her, leaving her kneeling there on the floor. All three of her holes were aching. They stood over her as she knelt there, hurting so much she could barely move. The three men looked at each other and an unspoken idea was exchanged between them. Aiming their cocks at Abby's head, they proceeded to piss on her; the warm liquid flowed down her body and along her crevices. They laughed with delight as they pissed all over her. 

The men gathered their clothes and began redressing. The manager turned to Tyler. 

"Go get the camera." Addressing the stranger he said, "Let's go to my office and I will take down your email address. I don't want you to go away without a memento of today's fuck-fest."

The three of them turned away, leaving Abby on the floor. She collapsed and cried into the cold bathroom tiles. After a couple of minutes she turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess, her makeup smeared along her face, one of her false eyelashes now on her cheek and she was covered in piss and cum. She had been on the floor so long that she could see the small square tile prints pushed into her skin. She lay back down, not even caring if men started coming into the bathroom now that it was unlocked. She couldn't have felt more humiliated and degraded as she did right now. Suddenly a familiar voice found her in the darkness of her disgrace. It came from one of the bathroom stalls. He had been there the whole time. Master praised her as He walked over to her.

"That's my girl. I knew you could do it. You even exceeded My expectations by entertaining three lustful cocks. I am very proud of you My sweet slut. Now let's get you dressed. We will take you home and clean you up, My pet." 

We? From out of another bathroom stall came Rebecca. She was smiling down at her sister as she approached her. Even in her disoriented state, Abby noticed something in Rebecca's hand; a video camera. Master had wanted a memento of His own. For the first time since the three men had left her, she felt proud of herself. She had set out to please this wonderful Man and He had confirmed her success. The smile on His face and adoring look in His eyes told her it had all been worth it.

Master and Rebecca helped Abby up off of the floor. They carefully put all of her clothing back on and Rebecca tried to at least fix her hair and makeup a bit. They steadied her on their arms and escorted her out of the Men's room. As they were leaving the front exit, Abby saw the stranger heading out as well, a smirk of self-satisfaction still on his face. 

"Isn't that one of the men you just entertained, My pet?" Master inquired, His voice full of pride.

"Yes Master." 

"Excuse me, Sir?" Master called over to the stranger. He stopped, a cautious look on his face. "I believe you just fucked My slave girl in the Men's room?"

"Yeah, so?" The stranger wasn't sure where this conversation was going but he tensed up his body as if he was expecting a fight.

"Tell me, did you enjoy My hot little whore?" Master smiled widely. The stranger relaxed.

"Sure did. She is one sweet fuck. You're a lucky guy."

Master put his hand on the stranger's shoulder and nodded his head. "I know. Come on girls, let's go home." 

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Back at the house, Rebecca had been given instructions to clean Abby up and then both of them were to join Him in His bedroom. While cleaning up her sister, Rebecca noticed the bruises and fingernail marks left by the men. 

"How do you feel, dear sister?" Rebecca probed.

From the tenor of her voice Abby knew Rebecca wasn't asking her about how she was feeling physically. Rebecca was trying to get a read on whether or not Abby had overcome her fears. Abby simply smiled at her loving sister and they both giggled. They both knew that Abby was going to be required to answer that question when they joined Master after the bath. Rebecca dropped it for now, she could be patient.

After the bath the girls walked to Master's room in silence but hand in hand. It was Rebecca's suggestion that they should greet Him fully naked. Master would want to inspect Abby's body to see the marks that had been made and would likely sent them to bed after. He didn't permit them to sleep in clothing usually. They found Master lounging on His bed, deep in thought, in His evening robe. They approached the bed and were about to curtsy when Master held His hand up, stopping them cold. 

"Keep standing up straight girls, I want to take a look at your body Abby. Turn, slowly." 

Master looked Abby up and down, registering the areas that would need some tender loving care for the next few days. 

"Now girls, sit down on the bed on either side. There is something I want you to watch with Me." 

Master turned on the TV and sat down with His slave girls. It was the bathroom Abby had been defiled in earlier today that was showing on the screen. He was having her watch the tape He had made. The three of them watched it without speaking, but she heard Rebecca's breathing become shallow as the video progressed. This was turning her on. In fact, Abby was very aroused herself. 

She looked over at Master and could see that He had parted His robe and was stroking His cock. As the men on the video got rougher with her, the more vigorous He was in His jerking. Master snapped His fingers in Abby's direction and pointed at the floor before Him. She jumped up off the bed, knelt in front of Him with her legs spread wide, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Just as Tyler was blowing his load all over Abby's stomach and tits, Master shoved His cock deep in her throat and fed her wave after wave of His blessed nectar. Abby suckled every last drop from His delicious cock. The video ended and Master turned the TV off. 

"That was one of your rewards for making Me so proud of you today, My girl. You still need to earn the second reward."

"Thank You Master."

"So Abby, do you think you will still feel humiliated attending Master Matthew's party?" Master smiled at her, teasing her, but from the look on His face Abby could tell He expected an answer. Master could see how aroused she had become watching those men tag team her but He needed to hear her say it.

Abby blushed. "Honestly Master, i think i will still feel a little humiliated having people watch me getting used. But that is the point, isn't Master?" She smiled at Him.

"Good girl, I knew you would learn from this experience. And for being such a clever girl you deserve the other reward I had hoped to give you. Both you and Rebecca are welcome to join Me in My bed tonight."

All three of them climbed into bed and cuddled in close. Rebecca and Abby linked hands and rested them across Master's strong chest. Abby drifted off to sleep, knowing that she could handle the upcoming party. She was even looking forward to it now.