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Catsuit

By: Catsuit



There was no doubt. She was a slave-slut. A woman fit to be used by men, and well suited to the task.

She was not given a collar as the other girls had. Instead, a gold choke chain was put around her neck and fastened to a gold leash. One of the slave girls lead her from the baths then and down the hall to a large set of double doors. Her leash was handed to a large male who stood next to the doors, dressed in a black tuxedo. He took the leash, and then opened the doors. She gasped in surprise as she saw what was beyond them. It was a party. A huge party. Men and women dressed in formalwear, dancing, drinking, eating, socializing. She was lead into the room and paraded around, as if she were an animal on display. Men and women alike appraised her body speculatively, as if she were for sale. Her body responded, involuntarily, betraying her slave nature...Rose walked the walk of a slave who knows she is a slave and who knows people are looking. She could tell that she was exciting everyone who looked at her, and this made her all the more excited herself. She lived to be used.

As she was paraded around the room, she caught snippets of conversations...some of which caused her to feel chills up and down her bare spine.

"....so how is the new slave coming along, Jason?"

"The little bitch bit me this morning."

"You don't say?"

"Yes. She was fitted for dentures this afternoon. That's one little wench who won't be biting anyone any more."

"Jason you dog...I'll bet you just wanted a gum job!"

The two men broke into peals of laughter which faded away as Rose continued her tour of the room. A number of times she was stopped and asked to turn this way and that so that men and women might get a closer look at her. Her various body parts were repeatedly touched, prodded, poked, pinched, and patted. She felt like the prize tomato at the county fair. As she walked, the silk slipped and slid across her flesh, raising her arousal to nearly a fever. Sweat broke out on her brow, and she knew, without looking, that the silk between her legs was dark with the evidence of her shameful condition.

At last, her circuit of the room was complete, and she was then lead over to a low bench. This one had some unusual features. It was against a wall, and there was a hole in the wall at the head (she supposed) of the bench. Above and to either side of the hole were rings of steel about 3 inches in diameter. The bench had a number of straps hanging loosely at its sides. Her attendant quickly untied the strings holding up her silks and she was naked, save for the golden choker.

"Lay down, slave. Head in the hole."

She obeyed quickly, laying on her back on the leather covered bench with her head through the hole. The padding extended into the hole in the wall. She felt her arms being cuffed and then attached to the sides of the bench. Then her ankles were similarly outfitted with cuffs – fleece lined of course -- but they were left free for the moment. Her feet hung off the end of the bench at the knees and she was able, just barely, to touch the floor with them. She could see nothing in front of her, as the attendant had placed a fitted piece into the hole at her neck. It was as if her body was in one room and her head in another. There was no support for her neck and head. She soon knew the reason. A woman, in the apparel of a slave of this house, came and strapped her head tightly to the padding by means of a strap which ran over her forehead. Her head was now secured at nearly a 90 degree angle to the rest of her body, ensuring a direct alignment of her mouth and throat. She did not have to be told what this was for.

She could hear the sounds of the party.... the conversations, the clinking of glasses. But she could not see anything except the dull, gray walls (seen upside down of course) across from her head.

A number of her questions, unasked, got answers in the next few moments. She felt her legs being spread and a cock forcing its way into her much abused and highly aroused cunt. She had heard the band leader announce that there was a slutpuppy bitch in heat attached to the slave bench for use by any and all of the party goers. For each person who wanted to use the wench, a 10 dollar fee was charged, and then donated to charity.

And so, her cunt was filled once more. She grunted as she received a brutal fucking which was over all too soon. She needn't have worried though, as the train she was about to pull was a long one. Many men, their large cocks sucked erect by their slave girls, were preparing to sample her slut cunt. Since few liked sloppy seconds, their slave girls also had to use their tongues between bouts to clean the fresh sperm from Rose's pussy. Soon, another line had formed in the hall where her head was positioned. Her mouth received its own workout as well.

Then, she felt her legs lifted in the air and her ankle cuffs secured to the rings over her head. Bent nearly double, her ass was now a tempting target. It was not long before sperm bubbled freely from all three of her fuck holes.

Now, some of the women were also sporting with her, or so it seemed. She felt fingers, and then whole fists -- too small to be those of men -- invade her cunt or ass hole as the whim of the user dictated. She screamed in agony around the cock of a man whom she had been sucking (seemingly forever!) as a fist forced its way deep into her rectum. She was also slapped, pinched, and even bitten during her ordeal.

Through it all, Rose came continuously. She had never had so many, and so powerful, orgasms in her life. She was receiving the ultimate use of her slave slut body by men and women alike. It was incredible. Suddenly, the hand was withdrawn. She heard a voice saying something...what was it?

"....likes Pepsi, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, that's what I hear."

"Great...let's give her some!"

She couldn't figure out what they were talking about. Then, she felt something cold and very wide (but blunt) being pressed into her ravaged cunt. It was made of metal, she could tell. 

"My GOD! They're shoving a Pepsi can up my cunt!"

She went wild at this abuse, jerking in her bonds (still cumming), and nearly biting (but not quite) the huge cock buried in her throat at the moment.

The pressure on her pussy opening mounted, until at last, her muscles gave up the struggle and opened wide to receive the soda can. When two thirds of the can were covered by her cunt, she heard someone call for a camera. She sobbed, inwardly, at this. She was so violated. So used. So horny. Her biggest orgasm of the night exploded across her brain like a nuclear bomb and she passed out, just as the cock in her throat finished dumping another hot load of cum into her belly.

When she came to, she was back in the limo, still naked. A steel collar was about her neck. From the collar, light chains hung straight down her torso, joined to another chain at her waist which was attached to her wrist cuffs. The straight chain continued down her body, terminating, finally, at her ankles. She was on the floor in the back seat of the limo when she came to.

"Are you awake, little kajira?"

It was Master Ur_Lord! 

"Did you have fun, little slutpuppy? Hmmmm?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

"Come up here and kneel next to me."

She felt the accumulated cum of the evening slosh in her belly as she crawled up on the seat to kneel next to her Master. She placed her head down on the seat next to him, her arms lashed to her waist. She caught, again, the scent of leather -- he must have been wearing his leather pants.

Rose heard a zipper being lowered.

"Come, slutpuppy. Time for a midnight snack."

She moaned, her mouth and throat sore from the dozens of cocks she had already sucked. She was amazed, however, to discover that she was still capable of arousal, just from hearing Master call her by her pet name. In a daze, almost, she maneuvered her head into his lap, guided by those gentle, knowing, hands, and began to lick and suck on his cock, already huge, hard, and throbbing. Her tongue swept the droplets of pre-cum away as soon as they appeared, her taste buds savoring the salty, tangy, somewhat bitter flavor.

It is a fact of life for a woman like this that she becomes most aroused when she is most used. And she was definitely being used. Her wrists still secured to her belly, she was forced to rely on the hands of her Master to support her head as she worked on his cock. He guided her up and down the shaft, forcing more and more of himself into her mouth and throat on each pass. Owing to her position, it would be difficult for her to take him all the way to the root, but she was making a valiant effort.

The sadistic design of the chains made it possible for Rose to *almost* reach the top of her pussy with her fingers. But, almost is not good enough, and she was unable to touch herself.

"Oh, Rose, sweet slave...what a marvelous mouth you have. Should you ever decide to truly submit to being owned, I MUST be the one...you must promise me this."

The girl sucking his cock, being fully occupied, could give no reply to this, except to suck harder as her excitement grew. Her Master moaned as his hips began to buck up off the seat in time to her stroking, and she knew that his moment of truth was growing near.

"Sweet, sweet, slave...do you wish to cum?"

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned around Master's cock.

"A well trained slave is able to cum on command."

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned again, pitiful in her need for release. Her tongue and lips and throat worked overtime, attempting to pull her Master over the edge into the little death. She was drowning in the scent of his leather pants ... his cock and balls...the flavor of his precum...the texture of his cock...so hard and throbbing, yet soft and tender at the head. She realized all of a sudden that she could cum without even touching her incredibly aroused pussy, with it's turgid lips and clit hard as stone. That realization hit her so hard that she nearly stopped sucking Master Lord's cock. I say nearly, because he did not let her stop, even for a second. His hands on her head guided her up and down, using her mouth as if it were a jackoff sleeve of the type found in many adult book stores (no batteries required).

"I want you to cum when you feel the first burst of my cum in your mouth, and not a moment before. Understand?"

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned once more, her mouth continuing to suck and slurp on his cock like it was the last thing in the world she would ever eat. She desperately wanted to cum, and she wanted to feel her Master's cock explode in her mouth. She was, again, getting off on being used like a slave-slut. Dominated by a powerful man, this powerful and intelligent woman was finding sexual fulfilment beyond anything she could have imagined possible. This Master knew well how to bring out the slut that lived inside of her. Now, exhausted and sore, Rose felt once again the swift buildup toward climax -- a powerful explosion sure to send her back to oblivion again.

"If you cum before I do, or if you do not cum, I will have you hung up by your tits and whipped, little kajira."

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned again, the idea of such a painful torture nearly causing her cum prematurely.

Suddenly the Master began to breath very hard and very fast. She felt the cock in her mouth begin to jerk just a second before she heard him cry out and a torrent of fresh, hot, spunk poured into her grasping, clasping throat and slid down her gullet into her already cumfilled tummy. He let her up a bit so she could get some in her mouth to taste, and then plunged her head back down, holding her fast, his spitting cock jerking its ecstasy straight into her esophagus.

At the first spurt of his cum into her mouth, Rose's mind and body exploded into the most powerful orgasm she had achieved all evening. Her control was literally ripped away, her façade of civilization blasted asunder by the raw animal passion which coursed through her nervous system. Her cunt convulsed, untouched, literally spitting its own frothy mixture onto her clenching thighs, as her climax tore through her. Wave after wave of pleasure and delight bombarded her already abused systems and they, finally, responded in the only way that they could ... they shut down. For the second time that evening, Rose fainted.

The Master, sated at last, lifted Rose's head from his rapidly shrinking cock. Her mouth, even in her unconscious state, was reluctant to give up its prize, and he extricated it with a "plop" from between her lips. Gently now, he lifted her onto the seat next to him , her head on his thigh. His hands caressed her head, smoothing the sweat drenched hair from her forehead, lovingly tracing the contours of her lovely face. A sad smile crossed his own face as he looked down upon her. He knew that if there WAS one slave he could devote himself to, she was the one. And, yet, he knew that she would never give herself up to any man, except when her needs drove her to seek the domination of a true Master of women. At those times, and because she trusted him, she was his -- totally and completely -- but only at those times.

"Ah, little kajira," he breathed, stroking her head; "you are having your cake and eating it too. But are you happy? I hope so, my beautiful goddess of submission. Truly, you are a precious treasure, waiting to be mined. But where is the miner?"

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