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Slave Ch. 01

By: The_Darkness



**Enjoy the read, and please take the time to vote or comment!**

**Oh, and the card game described is real. If you play it, please drink responsibly. Huge quantities of alcohol will be drunk while playing, so for the love of God, don't do shots while playing and don't drive home after playing!**

My second year of college closed with a bad relationship. I hadn't had sex in three months and my hormones were lighting up like the skies on Independence Day. I needed something, anything, to lay and I had been talking with my friends back home to hook me up. As always, they came through.

Her name was Jamie, and she was 2 years younger than I was, not old enough to drink yet, but old enough for everything and anything else. All I wanted her for was to get my rocks off, and she was legal enough for that. 

I hadn't met her yet, hadn't even seen a picture. Hell, the guys even bet me that I couldn't get her into bed the same night I got home from school. After making sure she would actually be at my coming home party, I took the bet and asked what she looked like.

Redheaded was the first thing they said; bastards knew my weakness. Slut was the second thing they said; bastards knew my type. After all, I wasn't looking for some long term thing, and if we kept bumping into each other, so much the better as long as the sex was good. Either way, I was looking forward to the challenge and to the case of beer and bottle of Jack that was waiting for me after finals.

After the easiest finals of my life, I got myself moved home and the first night back, I was introduced to Jamie. As things turned out, it was going to be easier than I thought.

"So you're Bran?" a redhead asked me from the couch of my buddy's apartment. I looked at her and took her in. She was wearing overalls and a sports bra. I couldn't see panties showing through the gaps in the blue denim, but given her description earlier, I didn't expect to find any later, either. Her hair was a glorious color of copper with a little natural wavy curl to it, and it was pulled into a ponytail that draped over her shoulder and down her back. Her cheeks were splashed with freckles and they were pale, befitting that she was probably a true redhead. Either way she was skinny and in good shape.

I didn't have to wait long for the games to begin. I nodded in response to her question. She turned to my friend's fiancée and took a drag off a cigarette. "This is the one who's hung like a donkey?" Everyone else in the room about choked, a sly smile crossed my face. Silence filled the room for a second as I sat next to her on the couch and saw that she was in fact panty-less under her overalls.

"Yeah, that'd be me," I said looking around, sliding my hand to her thigh. "Jim, where's the beer?" Jim paused the Playstation game and got me a case of semi-cold Budweiser, sliding it over beside the couch. I looked at it and looked at him. "Thanks man, I appreciate it and all, but I said beer, not yellow water."

"Bran, they don't sell Guinness by the case and besides, you're gonna be here a lot this summer, you're going to be drinking a lot this summer, you'd better learn to drink cheaper," Jim said, sitting back down. No sooner had I shrugged and twisted the top off my beer than our friend Alex burst through the apartment's back door.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said, looking at me dead in the eyes.

"I was gonna get a little drunk and then find something to screw. Why, what the fuck are you doing?" I said defensively, sliding my hand up Jamie's thigh. I hit the buttons on the side of her overalls and popped both of them open.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "I never said you could do that!"

"You didn't tell me no, either," I said quietly, staring her dead in the eyes. They were an incredible shade of blue with little flecks of green and silver dancing in them. I reached down and grabbed her a beer. She smiled and looked back to Alex.

"So what the hell are you on about?" I asked. Alex gave a disgruntled sigh and got the bottle of Jack out of the freezer. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing drinking that piss? If you're gonna be drinking, you gotta warm up your liver," Alex said and tossed me the bottle. The cap hit the coffee table and the bottle tipped up. It was set down with 3 inches taken out of it.

"Holy fuck, you guys weren't lying about him," Jamie half-whispered. I picked my beer up and Jim, Alex, and Jim's fiancée all shook their heads. 

"People tend to not do that about me. The truth is so much more fun. Like what else did they say about me?"

"8-inches," Jamie mumbled quietly and blushed a little. I laughed; they hadn't under cut me by much, but it's surprising the difference three-quarters of an inch makes. Jamie turned red, then pale, then stared at my crotch. I took the opportunity to slip my hand in through the gap in her overalls and put my freshly chilled hand on her hot thigh. She jumped a little but didn't shy away. I felt her thigh flex under my fingers, but I left them there, giving her leg a gentle squeeze every so often. It seemed like she was a sure thing, but I wanted her to be ready for it; I wanted her to beg.

"All right. Jim, get the beer ready. Alex, get us some cards. Jamie, stop smoking and go brush your teeth, I don't want to be tasting cigarette on you all goddamn night. I'll get the pizza on the way," I said, grabbing the phone. Nods met me from everyone except Jamie.

"Who said I'd be letting you kiss me?" she demanded, pushing my hand away from her creamy flesh. I pointed to the guys and Kris, Jim's fiancé. They all nodded and shrugged. "Goddamnit you guys, I didn't say I'd be fucking him tonight!" she said, almost screaming the last word out. She did, however, get up and stomp to the bathroom. We heard the familiar sounds of running water and scrubbing teeth a few seconds later.

"Man, you never said she was sleeping in the spare bedroom," I said, clearing the coffee table off so we could play cards. Jim shrugged and started setting things aside.

"Never asked."

"Thanks, dick," I said as he got up to get the beer out of the fridge. Jamie stomped back in and flopped down next to me. I gave her a look over again and felt the urge to lick my lips. "So when did kissing turn into fucking?" I asked blatantly. Alex flipped me the pack of cards and Jamie turned bright red, but didn't say anything. I thought maybe I should be a little nicer; apparently she wasn't going to be the toy for the evening but someone I'd be seeing all damn summer if I wanted to or not. 

I ordered the pizza and we all situated around the table.

"Okay, the first few hands, we won't drink, just so everyone can get the rules down. Here's what you have to remember," I said and dealt three cards face down to everyone. "Nobody look at these cards. These are the last cards you will play and you can play them in any random order." I dealt three more cards face up and then three more cards face down to everyone. "Okay, here's the deal. You will take three of these cards and place them face up on the face down cards. Those are the cards you will play one at a time after your hand is completely gone. After the face up cards are all gone, play the face down cards at random. Everybody got that?" Everyone nodded. Jim had at least played this game before, but it was new to Alex, Jamie, and Kris.

"Okay, there are a few special cards. Except for those cards, you generally want to beat whatever is played before you. Multiple cards don't mean shit. One 4 will beat three 3's. Got it?" Everyone nodded again.

There are special cards that you can play anytime. Two's, Tens and Aces can be played at any time. Aces are always high. Two's restart the pile, and Ten's clear the pile. If four of any card are played in a row, the pile is cleared and it's a social drink. When the pile is cleared, the person who cleared it gets to go again, and it's an open table; they can play anything they want. If a 7 is played, the next person has to play a 7 or under and then it goes back to normal. 8's skip the next person in the row, and multiple 8's being played still skips only one person. After you play, if you have less than 3 cards in your hand, draw back up to 3 cards. If the draw pile is gone, play out the rest of your hand and start playing off your face-up cards."

"Okay, fine, but what happens if you can't play," Jamie said, leaning close. Jim smiled. He knew what was coming.

"You drink. If you can't play because you were skipped, you drink. If you fuck up and play a 9 on a 7, you drink. If you can't play at all, you pick up the pile and take one drink for each card in the pile. There are at most 12 drinks in a beer, so no milking that beer forever. If you pick up more than 20 cards, you'll have to finish the drink you have and another one, but that'll do. That's the only break you'll get. Think you can handle it?"

Jim nodded emphatically, Kris shrugged, and Jamie was looking at the three cases of beer and then to the cards.

"Oh, don't worry," I said, placing my cards face up and arranging my hand. "We'll probably run out of beer, and quite possibly liquor before the night is through here. Ready?" Everyone nodded and we played until the pizza guy came. He got a generous tip and left happily and quickly and we got to drinking.

After an hour or so of cards, Kris had to leave the game. She had ulcers and sat out, but kept watching. Jamie was fading fast and had started leaning on me. My hand had more than once slipped back on to that taut thigh of hers. Jim, Alex, and I were all fine yet. 

Jamie tried to hold on as long as possible. We started taking it easy on her after it looked like she was either going to pass out or throw up. That helped her some. After my 18th beer I switched over to Jack and Coke and by the time we started having to piss, it was all Jack for me. We played a few more hands, Jaime and Kris sat out. Jaime was laying on me pretty hard, her drunken breath caressing my neck and ear like liquid velvet. My hand moved from her hip to the top of her soft bush, my fingertips basking in the heat radiating from her eager pussy.

After the last card dropped, I finished my glass of whiskey and stood up. Jim cleaned up and a very drunk Jamie pulled me up off the couch. I got up to my feet and walked shakily down the hall after her, watching the left strap, and then the right strap of her overalls come off. The blue material slid down her back and pooled at her feet, giving me an awesome view of her ass as it swayed, both deliberately and drunkenly, in front of me. 

I decided to follow suit and pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it past her into her open door. My hands seemed to be moving by themselves as the button snapped on my jeans and the zipper came down. I was mesmerized by the site in front of me; Jamie pulled her sports bra off and threw it into her room. She shook her long red hair from its ponytail and stood against the door, arching her back. Her tits weren't huge, but they were firm, and her puffy nipples stood out proudly. Her nest of pubes was silhouetted with the rest of her body against the soft yellow of a streetlight pouring through an unseen window in her room.

I moved forward, never breaking stride. I stopped a few feet in front of her and looked her up and down, moving up her left leg to her steaming crotch, up her slender side to her chest, up along her neck to her lusting eyes and then back down.

"Like what you see?" she purred demurely.

"Looks good enough to eat," I said, my bass-filled voice made even lower by the whiskey. I could see her muscles shiver slightly as the statement sunk in. I picked her up and carried her in the room, gently kicking the door shut behind us.

Her room wasn't tidy, but it was clean. Her bed was at least a queen sized though, and covered in stuffed animals. I brushed them off with her feet and she started giggling. I dropped Jamie on the side of her bed and spread her legs, taking in the site before me.

Her pubes were as bright red as her hair. I had never seen a red beaver before, and this was a glorious site to my drunken eyes. After taking it in for a moment, I couldn't help but notice how wet she was already; her thighs were glistening in the pale yellow light from the street.

I knelt in front of her and gave her a good lick up and down, savoring the taste of her plentiful pussy juice before diving in. My tongue was everywhere; diving into her pussy, teasing her outer lips, lavishing her clit, and roving anywhere that juice was. I was fighting a loosing battle; every time I licked, nibbled, or sucked, there was more of her girl cum than just a second before. My lips locked around her clit and sucked while my tongue ravaged the tip. She started moaning loudly and pushed me to her pussy. My tongue snaked up inside her hole and its tip found her g-spot and started gently rocking in and out, tapping it each time. Her moans got even louder and she pulled me away from her smoldering, dripping box.

"Oh my God!" she breathed, her chest heaving. She looked down into my eyes with her sparkling blue pools of desire. "Oh fuck, you're so good at that, Bran, but right now, I need that cock fucking me," she said and tried pulling me up by the face. I stood beside the bed and she grabbed the unzipped fly of my jeans and peeled it down my legs. Her left hand snaked inside and lifted my raging cock out and stroked it a few times. "Holy fuck, they weren't lying!" she whispered and gently started kissing the head while pushing my jeans down.

Her tongue wasn't the best, but her enthusiasm made up for it. Even through the liquor-induced numbness I could feel her tongue lathering my crown and her lips locking around my shaft as she squeezed as much of it as she could down her throat. She came up for air and laughed.

"I can't even get my hand around this thing, it's not going down my throat," she said and slid back on the bed.

"That's okay, there's someplace better for it," I said and pushed my jeans off my feet. 

Her knees went up to her chest and she spread her legs, locking her knees behind her elbows. I crawled between her thighs and gave her dripping pussy another lick before sliding up her body, rubbing my chest and belly against her sloppy cunt. I grabbed my shaft and started teasing her entrance with just the tip, rolling it around, slowly jacking her from clit to cunt with it.

"Oh God, stop teasing, just..." she started. I cut her off by sliding into her pussy. It was a tight fit, but it was just right. I heard her cunt squish around my meat as it sunk into her to the tip. I felt her pussy stretching around the last inch of my meat. I was expecting moans, but all she did was throw her head back and arch her back off the bed. It looked like she was screaming but had no breath to do it. I leaned down and started sucking on her left puffy nipple and slowly pulled myself back out of her love vice. 

Her breathing accelerated and she almost started hyper ventilating. Her breath caught with each time she inhaled and each exhale was a moan. When I had slowly pulled all the way back out, she looked disappointed. I let my head come completely out of her, our sexes keeping the barest of contact, and a small spurt of her cum came out with my meat. 

"In....please...."she panted. I obliged and slowly slid my dick's full length back into her, stopping inside of her, hitting her g-spot with the ridge of my cock head and then finally sinking back into her until our hips met.

Jamie's legs wrapped around mine and she ground her pelvis into mine, masturbating herself with my dick as she ground her clit between us. Her arms wrapped around my back and her fingernails dug into my flesh, leaving hot ragged lines in their wake as her hands came up over my shoulders. I started rocking in time with her hips and she started twitching violently, her pussy convulsing around my cock. When it squeezed, it squeezed tight enough to make me want to cum on the spot. When it released, it was so loose that only the top of my thick prick made contact with her. I could feel her pussy fill with her cum around my dick, and each time she contracted, a generous squirting of her juice squirted along my cock, soaking my balls, and eventually dripping down onto the bed, joining the large wet-spot under her. 

I caught a look at the clock as she started cumming and kept gently rocking in and out of her. She kept convulsing and twitching, I kept fucking her. After nearly three minutes of her body twitching in the throws of her orgasm, she calmed down and relaxed a little, her pussy still trying to milk my cock, her cum still soaking both of us. Her eyes opened and they were so glazed over I could hardly tell what color they were.

My hips started rising and falling, hers started to follow suit and we slowly fucked each other, listening to her growing moans, the sloppy mess of her juice oozing from inside her, and her ass slapping gently against the puddle of cum on her bed.

"Harder," she moaned, locking her legs around my ass again. "Fuck me harder. Pound me into the bed," she begged. 

I complied. I started pounding her so hard I thought I was going to break her hips. She screamed breathlessly again and started to orgasm again, almost as hard as before. Her pussy was sloshing around my dick as I plunged my almost 9-inches into her mercilessly. Her cunt contracted this time and didn't let go as her orgasm hit her like an explosion. Every time my dick withdrew, more of her juice splashed onto the bed. Every time I sunk into her, I was closer to cumming myself and she moved a head on the bed.

"Fas....Fast..." she panted amid moans. My hips started colliding with hers faster and even harder still. Her eyes rolled back slightly and closed and she buried her face in a pillow. Her scream was barely contained as I kept pounding away at her ever-tightening cunt. I could feel every ridge and every bump in her and her muscles flexed quickly like a wave. Her legs were trembling like leaves in a hurricane and I was almost ready to blow. She locked her legs around me and squeezed down tight with her pussy, her cum still squishing out of her abused pussy. Her eyes locked with mine for a minute and then she dropped back onto the bed and buried her face in her pillow a second time and let loose another scream.

I lost it. My cum splashed in her as hard and fast as hers was pulsing out. I felt my cock expand with every squirt, my whole body tingling as her pussy squeezed around it. My dick kept twitching even after the eight powerful streams of cum had whitewashed the inside of her pussy, and her pussy kept squeezing my dick.

"This is going to be a good summer," I thought half out-loud and we both passed out, drenched in each other's cum, my semi-hard dick still lodged inside her. 

Slave Ch. 01



Chapter 01: Sold

I feel the wetness between my thighs as I walk down the hotel hallway to room 2210. I am so excited; tonight I am going to be made a slave by a man I hardly know. It is my fondest wish to offer myself as a slave to a man, totally. 

The man who is going to make me a slave is called Miles and my heart beats fast at the thought of what he is going to do with me. I had met Miles weeks ago on a website and we have met to talk over coffee and then at dinner numerous times. He is a likeable, handsome and well built man with long dark hair. He is always impeccably dressed in a suit and tie when we meet. I fantasize often about kneeling in front of him and pulling his cock out of his pants to suck it into my slave mouth. He asks me often if I want to be a slave. "Are you sure," he asks me over and over.

"Yes I want to be a slave for you," I answer each time he asks. 

"Good then, I will make you a slave," Miles finally answers one night and gives me a hotel key. "Go to this room tomorrow night at eight wearing only a freshly shaved cunt barely covered by the shortest dress you own and your highest heels; nothing else. When you enter you will leave the door unlocked so that anybody might enter. 

Read the note I will have left for you on the bed. You will do exactly as it says. You will then wait for me to make you a slave. Tell no one what you are doing or where you are going tomorrow." Miles smiles at me and leaves me with the key to a room in the most expensive hotel in the city. My hand shakes as I carefully place it in my purse.

The next night I use the key I have been given to open the door and walk to the bed after closing the unlocked door behind me. There is an envelope lying on top of a tiny pile of black leather. My hands shake as I rip open the envelope and unfold the letter to read its instructions. 

I am ordered to strip, which I quickly do with nervous hands almost tearing at my dress as I hurry to obey and show off my naked body to an empty room. The letter then tells me to put on the leather slave collar that lies on top of the little pile. I sob a little when I hear its small lock snick shut as I put it on. Next I am told that I must put on the black high heeled shoes and lock them to my ankles. I obey again and stand to teeter about the room on their seven inch height. The last instructions are to lock the wrist and ankle cuffs on me then lock my hands together in front of me while I stand in the centre of the room to wait for my future Master. The ankle cuffs are connected by a two foot chain, but that isn't a problem because I can't take any bigger steps in the ridiculously high heels Miles has left for me.

The feeling of locking the cuffs on my wrists and then locking them together in front of me makes me even wetter, I can feel my juices as they run down my thighs. The room is filled with the scent of my excitement and my nipples are so hard they are hurting. 

There is a full length mirror in the room which reflects the image of a very young blonde girl with a beautiful face over a curvy body with large tits and a tight ass which is shown off well by the high heels. She looks gorgeous to me wearing just five strips of black leather and a pair of very tall spike heeled black shoes. "I may be only eighteen but I am wise for my years," I think to myself smugly as I watch the girl in the mirror sway her heavy tits between her bound arms. "I know that Miles is a nice man who just wants to help me with my fantasy. He told me so." 

I wait a very long time standing uncomfortably in the high shoes, but I wait patiently as I know a slave should. When Miles does finally enter the room I smile up at him. He is silent as he looks down at me. He then asks, "Are you ready to be a slave?"

"Yes, I've read all the stories about it that I could find and I know how to be a slave for you," I pant. 

He smiles at me and asks, "Are you sure?" 

"Yes."

"I'll ask you one last time. Do you want to be a slave?"

"Yes!"

"Good, but are you completely sure?"

"Yes, God damn it Miles, I want to be a slave!" I yell at him.

He grins at me and says, "Good," again. "You'll bring in a lot of money tonight, I think."

"What?" 

"You heard me."

"No. I don't understand. What are you saying? Money?"

Miles only smiles at me and quickly steps forward to lift my cuffed hands over my head and lock them to the back of the slave collar and attaches a leash to its front. I feel totally exposed and helplessly confused as he drags me out of the hotel room by the leash to the elevator. I struggle and squeal my outrage as I try to escape. It is beyond belief that I am naked with my hands locked behind my neck in a hotel hallway while a man patiently waits for the elevator holding me captive by a leash. The door opens and Miles forces me in. He puts one hand on my breasts and the other slides into my open pussy after the door closes. He slowly lifts a hand off my chest to push the button for the penthouse. 

"I want at least one feel of this slave body before it is sold!" Miles pants as he runs his paws all over me.

"Let me go!" I plead. "The man must be mad!" my mind screams.

"Don't you remember saying that you wanted to be a slave?"

"Yes, but that was to be with you! Just for one night like we talked about!" I cry out as we rise to the top floor.

"No, I have always said that that one night I would make you a slave," Miles answers before the door opens, "you will be one forever after tonight's sale." He steps away from me to straighten his jacket and hair, "I have asked you more than once if you want be a slave and you have answered yes each and every time and now you will be sold as a slave." 

"Fuck you!" I yell even though I know that I am bound and at his mercy.

Those are the last words I will ever say as Miles puts a ball gag into my mouth before leading me into one of two penthouses by my leash to hang it on a tall pole in the centre of a large room. I struggle futilely until I realize that I am trapped and on display to a room full of people. I recognize that I am in big trouble as I look wildly around to see five men and three women staring intently at me. They are all dressed in expensive suits and designer dresses and they all are looking at my naked body with the lust of ownership in their eyes. Miles tells me that I am to be sold to the highest bidder in a silent auction. 

I had wanted to play at being a slave with Miles but he has taken me farther than I want and I know now that I have said yes once to often. I can't breathe and begin to faint in my panic at what these people seem to think they can do to me.

Miles sees that I am in danger of strangling myself if I fall. He unlocks the cuffs from the collar and relocks them to the pole high above my head so that I hang by my wrists while I am forced to accept the touch of complete stranger's hands as I am inspected like I am nothing more than an animal.

"I am being sold as a slave!" my mind screams as hands touch me where only lovers should. Surprised at my quick reaction when a woman touches my nipples and slides her hand down my body to play with my clit I begin to moan. I can't believe it; I tilt my hips forward in lust while looking straight into her ice blue eyes. With my voice silenced by my ball gag I can only moan out my pleasure at her touch.

"Do you like that?" the mistress asks.

I shake my head no and then sob to meekly nod my head yes, just once. 

"What a slut this slave is," the rude woman drawls as she pulls her wet fingers from between my legs and walks away wiping them on a tissue before dropping it to the floor.

I hang my head in shame as yet another person touches me wherever they want. I can't help myself; I begin to respond to each touch just like a slut in heat while I hang naked and locked to a post in a room of fully dressed people who can touch and probe me where they will. 

Finally I begin to feel faint from being treated as an object to be bought and I start to pass out. Feeling the full weight of my body on my wrists as my knees buckle I slip into blackness. When I come to I know from the lustful, possessive faces around me that each of the men and women in the room has fully inspected my body by now and have offered their bids on me. My legs can't support me anymore; I hang limp from the pole in front of them waiting with a wildly beating heart to find out which one will own me while no one comes to help me stand. Shock sets in when I finally grasp that I really am being auctioned off to be a slave for the rest of my life. 

Miles laughs when he learns who has bought me. I am now a piece of property and I can only wait to see who my new Master or Mistress is as I hang by my hands with my naked body fully displayed. Looking up at the last clock I might ever see I know that I have become a slave at exactly 9:17 PM on Friday the 10th of July. Only one hour and seventeen minutes since I entered the hotel room far below, I was on time for my tryst with Miles and he was right in saying that he would make me a slave. 

A man steps forward to take possession of me. He is a tall, powerfully built and very handsome black man; I see his large penis hanging heavy in his expensive silk pants and moan. He looks into my face while I hang helpless in front of him. A strong hand lifts my head so he can stare into my eyes, "I am your Master now. You are mine; I own you and you will obey me completely or I will be forced to whip you or even make you disappear. Nod your head if you understand me. You don't have to agree, that option is now long past your control." 

I hear the not so veiled threat and know now at last what it means to be sold; it's not like in the books I have read. I hang there; chained and at his mercy as I look up into his dark eyes to nod my head yes in total shock at what has just happened. In just over an hour I have gone from a girl just out for some fun to a piece of property sold to the highest bidder. 

I soon learn that I don't have a clue what real slavery is all about when Master's thick fingers tap on the ball gag in my mouth causing the built up saliva behind it to drool out past my quivering lips and down my chin onto my breasts, "Behind this gag is a slave mouth that will swallow every man's cock that I give it deep into your throat. Real men have cocks, not penises or dicks and you will think of this hole as your slave mouth or just one of your fuck holes from now on. You will swallow my cock and 'Kiss the Lion' tonight. In your life as a slave you will suck every cock presented to you, do you understand?"

"Kiss the lion, what does that mean?" My head begins to rock from side to side in denial. "But didn't I already think that I have a slave mouth earlier tonight when I was walking to my fate many floors below?" I remember with shock. My mind becomes a jumble of thoughts, "Might this whole scene be my heart's desire, only way more than I ever thought possible? This can't be what I want, can it? No! I don't want this! Do I?" 

Master thinks that I am saying no to him but I am only trying to deny my own urges while wondering at the very strange deeper need I feel to actually be a true slave. He takes my head in his hands to stop me from shaking it no and forces me to nod yes, "You will never say no to me again; you will always say yes no matter what I order you to do. Answer me properly now, my little slave. Do you understand?"

"Maybe I understand more than you know, Master" a nervous little voice cries from deep in my mind as I nod my head yes between Master's huge hands and see him smile down at me. His tight grip on my face eases and his strong smooth finger tips begin to softly stroke my cheeks before caressing my long neck and then move on down over my shoulders to my chest. When his caressing fingers reach my breasts he takes them in his hands to feel their weight and massage them while he roughly pinches my hard nipples with his thumbs and forefingers bringing out a gasp pain and pleasure from behind my gag. "Did my clit just quiver at that last touch?" I wonder in amazement. 

"Do you know what these are called slave?" Master asks as he continues to touch and caress my breasts and nipples; arousing my betrayal body even further. 

My eyes are locked onto Master's as I timidly shake my head no hoping that is what he wants and sadly realize what he will call my beautiful breasts. 

"Very good; you do know when to say no, but I think that you're lying though." He slaps both of my breasts and roughly squeezes them as he asks me again, "Do you know what these are called?" 

Nodding my head once I break contact with the powerful eyes of my new Master and look down in shame knowing that they are tits, slave tits. 

A strong hand grabs my face and forces it back up so that I have to look at Master with my wide frightened eyes, "Never, ever look away from me when I am talking to you slave!" Master says forcefully. "These lovely mounds of soft white flesh are your slave tits. They are mine; slave tits that will soon be big enough to wrap around my cock while I use you for my pleasure until I leave my sperm all over your face and down your neck."

"Big enough?" 

Master pulls at my slave nipples then slides his hands down my body which is hanging by my trapped wrists with my legs splayed obscenely out beneath me. I still can't get the high heeled shoes I am wearing to work on the smooth floor under me so that I can stand. When Master's soft finger tips reach my small waist my whole body shudders from the sensual feel of him as he touches me as he wants. Without thinking I close my legs trying to deny Master access to my pussy. A cloud forms on his face and his eyes darken as one of his hands moves to the small of my back and the other nears my most intimate and private of places. In the moment before Master's hand reaches for my pussy I realize my mistake and quickly open my shaking legs giving him full access to wherever he wants and sob at my submission to this black animal that will own my body forever. 

Master's hand snakes down between my legs to hold my pussy. His fingers play with my coral pink pussy lips that hang out so far from me before he slides one into my wetness while gently cupping me with the rest. I know that I am wet down there; I have been wet all night but I am surprised at the river of juice that flows out of my pussy over his hand and down my thighs. His thick finger probes deeper and deeper into me, "This is your cunt, your snatch, and just another fuck hole. It is mine to use whenever and wherever I want and to give to whom I choose."

The finger in my cunt pushes deeper into me as he lifts me effortlessly to my feet. I can finally stand on my own, relieving the stress on my aching arms and shoulders. His finger is so deep in me now that he can feel my secret; the one I was saving for Miles. Master smiles and then laughs out loud as he touches the proof of my virginity. He leans down to put his lips next to my ear, "You didn't tell him did you," he whispers. "He didn't even use you or check did he? What a fool he is."

I shake my head no to both questions. I had pretended to be so worldly for Miles that he must have thought I wasn't still a virgin.

"I am going to enjoy taking this from you tonight, my little slave," Master says quietly in my ear.

I sob again at my plight even as his other hand slides down the crack of my ass to touch me where I thought no one ever would. His finger circles my tight little asshole then moves on to join the other one in my cunt to gather moisture before moving back to push slowly into my ass. I try to squeeze myself shut but his finger enters me past the first knuckle and then pushes deeper. "Do you know what this is?" Master asks as he fucks my ass with his finger. I shake my head even as I move my hips to meet each hand as he uses me as he wants. "This is your other cunt, your slave ass and fuck hole that will be used by me and every other master that you meet. Do you understand what you are going to be for me?" Master pushes both fingers deep into me and then pulls them out to rub them clean on my slave tits.

I stare at Master with my wide frightened blue eyes with the scent of my two cunts on my tits. One tit smells sweet and musky and the other is dark and heavy with the scent of my slave ass.

Master looks away from me and I am released from his spell. I look down at the floor in total shame at how he has touched me and how my body responded to him. I have never felt so aroused, so completely owned, or so helpless before. Now that he isn't dominating me with his eyes I start to feel real fear again at what is happening to me and I begin to cry. 

Master ignores my sobbing and at the snap of his fingers two nude slaves walk into the room. They flaunt their nakedness as they strut across the carpet wearing only thick solid gold slave collars and cuffs around their throats, wrists and ankles. When they reach Master they press their bodies against his; rubbing their slave tits up and down his silk suit while holding their hands behind their backs in submission. He rests his arms on their shoulders and turns them to look at me while he caresses their nipples in front of everyone. One is a pretty little Asian girl with tiny tits and the other is a tall, tanned, blond Russian looking woman whose much larger ones hang heavy on her chest. 

"Take my new possession and prepare her for me," Master orders them in his deep, rich voice with the accent of Africa in it. "We will fly home at the end of the week when my business here is finished and we are done with the first part of her initiation as a slave."

"Fly home!" I think, "What the hell just happened here! Where is home! I'm not going anywhere!" 

My heart begins to beat faster in my chest and I whimper as Master's slaves approach me to take possession of his toy for him. They smile at me and unlock my hands from the post to relock them behind my back. I feel so exposed with my tits thrust out by my arms being locked behind me. The blond Russian slave clips a leash onto the leather collar that I so happily put on just an hour ago and begins to lead me from the room. I start to struggle. I don't want this. I only wanted to play at being a slave with that bastard Miles!

My face is slapped. I stop my silent gagged tantrum to look up into Master's fiery eyes. He holds my face and looks down at me to ask, "Do you understand that I own this body now? I can do anything I want with it. I have paid many thousands of dollars for you and this body is now mine! I don't care about your mind or what you think. I bought a slave, a possession to use as I see fit." 

I shake my head in denial and he slaps my other cheek. "You will be punished for that. Take her away! I will have her pierced in as many places that can be found. I want to see rings and chains all over this body that I own. I will make my newest slave a 'fancy'."

"A what?" I try to yell through my gag. 

He looks at me in anger, "For that, tattoo my 'S' for slave on the face as well! I will decide where to put my lion later."

"He can't do this to me," I scream out in my mind but I have finally come to my senses and have shut the fuck up before this crazy Master orders more horrible things done to my body. "The one that he owns now?" a small voice asks. "I own this body!" another voice yells. "Or do I?" 

I can't believe what is happening to me. I go deeper into shock and finally lower my head in submission to him. Master smiles down at me before ordering his slaves to take me away again.

I meekly follow the two naked slaves as they lead me by the leash out into the hall and across to Master's penthouse. As we leave I hear Master ask the other bidders if they would like to watch a naïve young girl being taken deeper into her slavery. Tears come to my eyes again at that thought. The last I ever see of Miles is him pocketing a very thick envelope that Master has passed to him as I am being led from the room.




Slave Ch. 01



Once in Master's penthouse I am led to a room that has a doctor's examination table in the centre with some dozen or so comfortable arm chairs scattered about it. The Asian slave produces the key for my high heels to unlock them. My arms are released from behind me and I am laid back on the cold black leather of the table. 

Thick leather straps bind me there, my wrists are locked by my side and a wide strap is tightened across my forehead to hold my head still, yet more straps are tightened across my waist and chest. Strong hands lift my legs to put my heels into the cold steel of the stirrups so that more leather can bind them there. I find myself bound with my knees up and legs spread wide, fully displayed on the table. I can't believe how hot I am, my cunt juice flows out of me and down my ass as I lie in my bondage. "I shouldn't be feeling this way!" I scream out in my mind.

Master enters the room with five of the other bidders, four of the men along with the rude woman. They sit in the chairs and make themselves comfortable while Master walks to stand between my legs. He unzips his pants to pull out his cock and without any ceremony he plunges himself into me until the thick head presses against my maidenhood. He smiles down at me and thrusts deeper taking my virginity and filling me with his cock. I feel the pain of him making me a woman and then I feel muscles that I didn't know I have milking the fat cock filling my cunt. I realize that he truly is my Master now; he is claiming me as his own. He thrusts his thick and very long cock into me and I have trouble believing how quickly I respond to him. God! I can't help myself; he fills me and I lift my hips as best I can to meet his every thrust until I feel the heat of his sperm deep inside of me as he cums and pushes his hard body against my wide spread crotch. When he is done with me he just backs away; leaving me panting and helpless with his cum oozing from my cunt and down my ass. I need to orgasm but he has denied me that privilege. The Asian girl kneels in front of him to lick his cock clean for him before putting his still very thick cock back into his pants for him after he sits in his Master's chair. 

Another naked and collared slave walks into the room to stand above of me. She is a deep black slave whose body is so tattooed that she may as well be dressed. Her large tits roll high on her chest as she walks closer to lay a hand on me to ask, "How do want this body done, Master?"

My mind is reeling; they can't treat me this way! It's my body! I own it; it's mine!

"I have decided that my new slave is going to be another 'Fancy'. I want you to pierce her everywhere you can; make her beautiful for me. When you are done with piercing her, tattoo my 'S' on her face. I want my lion symbol tattooed between her tits as well."

"What!" I scream out into my ball gag "You can't do this to me!" I start to struggle on the table. 

The slave looks down at me and caresses my body, completely ignoring my struggles. "Thank you Master," she whispers. "I think I'll start with her nipples and leave her face and tongue to the last; before I do her back of course. What gauge do you want for her nipples?" 

"I would like two gauge rings if you think they will fit, slave."

The woman pinches a nipple and rolls it between her fingers until it is fully engorged.

"No, I'm sorry Master; the most this slave can take is a four gauge."

"Pity. Oh well, start now, slave. We will watch as you initiate her into her new life."

I continue to struggle feeling Master's cum as it drips out of me while the dark, tattooed slave goes about her preparations. When she is finally ready she leans over me and whispers in my ear, "Do you understand that you can't stop me from doing to you what our Master commands?"

I look up into her dark eyes to see no pity and reluctantly nod my head yes.

"Good. Now lie still for me. You don't want ugly piercings do you my little slave?"

I shake my head no and she smiles coldly down at me while she marks my nipples with tiny dots. The evil slave looks me in the eyes before quickly sliding a needle through my left nipple. I feel a white hot pain and try to hold as still as I can while staring up into the cold, dark eyes above me. A second later I feel more searing pain as another needle pierces my right nipple. My whole body begins to buck as the deep pain of having my nipples pierced finally breaks through the numbness. My shrieks are endless behind my gag. The dark slave laughs at me as she touches my tits and runs her fingers over the needles imbedded in them. "Our Master wants you to have thick rings in your slave tits. You don't have to lie still for this part. Now; feel real pain slave!" 

She slides a needle out and replaces it with a four gauge taper. The slender end slides easily through my freshly pierced nipple. She smiles at me as she slowly pushes it through me until its thick end has opened the hole wide. My whole body shakes and quivers from the pain. I feel her hands on my slave tit as she inserts a gold ring into my nipple. "Now the other one." My screams are muffled by the gag in my mouth as I squirm below her in endless pain. 

I can smell the musky scent of her arousal as the tattooed black slave stands above me, "Shall I continue Master," she asks.

"Yes slave."

My entry into slavery speeds up now. The tattooed slave first pierces my bellybutton and puts in a bent barbell that has a large ruby on it that is worth twice as much as me I am told much later. My clit hood gets a thick and heavy ring with a small silver bell locked on it and my coral pink inner labia that hang so far out of my cunt soon have four heavy gold rings in each. I feel the weight of the rings pulling on my delicate cunt lips when she is done with them. A four gauge ring to match the ones in my nipples is placed on my chest between my tits and another is put in the skin of the mound just above the slit of my cunt. Two more are placed on my hips just below the points of my hip bones.

The tattooed slave touches my skin just above the ring she has placed between my tits, "This is where Master's lion is to be." Her hand moves up to caress my right cheek, "and here is where Master wants his 'S' for slave."

At the reminder that these people intend to mark me for life by tattooing my face I begin to struggle and try to escape this madness. I scream out into the gag, "You can't do this to me! Let me go, please!" over and over as I struggle trying desperately to escape. The silver bell on my clit ring shrills loudly as I struggle against my bonds. The tattooed slave patiently watches me until I quickly tire and finally lie still. 

A frightening series of thoughts trickle up from deep inside my brain, "They can and are doing whatever they want with me and I can only accept what is done. I have no choice in my life now but one; obey Master's orders or die. I am the property of the black bastard who has just fucked me and filled my slave cunt with his seed."

"But isn't this what you wanted?" a small, trembling voice asks.

With these thoughts my spent body relaxes further and my mind goes even deeper into a shocked numbness. The tattooed slave smiles down at me and nods her head, "She has taken her first step into her slavery Master. We can finish the piercing of her face quickly now and move on to giving this slave the tattoos you have ordered. I don't think we need the gag anymore. May I remove it?"

"Tell the slave what I have decided for her."

"Yes Master." 

The tattooed slave leans over my face and looks deep into my glazed eyes, "I am going to give you the first two commands that you must obey as a slave. 

"Master has ordered that you are never to speak again! You may moan and yell in your ecstasy or your pain but if Master or anyone hears even one word from your mouth he will have me bite out your tongue with my sharpened teeth. The second command is that your wrists will always be locked together for the rest of your life." 

She shows me a thing that looks to be a dried piece of leather with a gold stud through it, "The slave whose tongue this was still lives on Master's island. She cannot give a good blowjob now; she only has two holes for a man to use so she lives, not with her Master, but in the slave barracks to service the gardeners, cooks and the rest of the slaves as they wish. If no one wants her for the night she must sleep on the floor. She has no bed; she is worthless now and is nothing!"

The tattooed slave touches my right hand, "Raise this hand once if you will obey your Master's orders or if you want your tongue bit off now raise it twice! You must raise your hand to show Master your decision. It is the last non lethal choice you will ever make in your life, after this Master will order what he wants and it will be done to you, willing or not. Think wisely before you act!"

There is only one choice. Vowing to keep totally silent my stunned mind tries to make my right hand rise but it just lays there on the leather; held by my side by a wide leather strap around my wrist. I am so numbed by shock that I can't even control my body. Time is running out and I will my hand to move. At last my hand shakily rises. I will it to stay up for a long second before letting it fall to the leather again, hoping that it will stay there and not rise again.

The tattooed slave sees my hand lift and fall, "She has taken the second step into her slavery Master." She unlocks the leather strap to the ball gag in my mouth and pries the rubber ball from between my teeth. 

The gag has been in my mouth for so long that I can't move my jaw and I begin to choke on the saliva that has built up behind it. I manage to push some of the saliva out of my mouth with my tongue to have it drool down my face and finally get my jaw moving enough to swallow the rest. Nobody comes to help me while I almost drown in my own spit. It dawns on me that they don't care if I live or die! After all I am just a slave.

My mouth is not closed for long though, the tattooed slave shows me a thick taper and a huge gold hoop that is at least six inches or more in diameter. "These are two gauge my little slave," she croons as she grabs my earlobe to push the small point of the taper through the little hole that is already there. The cruel woman begins to slowly push the taper through my ear. At first there is a mild discomfort but soon pain quickly builds and I open my mouth to yell out the first sounds of my slavery and they are screams of pain. 

At last my earlobe is stretched as wide as the taper will go. She chases it out of the hole with the hoop before fiddling with a tool to bend it shut. My black torturer then simply drops the heavy gold hoop from her hand. It thumps to the leather beside my head. I scream out again as the weight of it pulls my ear down. 

I almost lose my tongue then as I stare up at the tattooed slave to yell out, 'Bitch', but I am saved by a man's loud voice panting, "I must have my cock in this slave when the other ear is done."

"But of course," Master drawls, "you may all use my new slave as you wish tonight, but you must hold your cocks still in her when my slaves ask you to while they continue her preparations. The only hole you can't use is her virgin ass; that is mine."

There is the sound of belts and zippers in the room followed by four pairs of pants hitting the floor. The rude woman just purrs out her lust for me.

"Master has just given me to four men and a woman to be fucked by them as often as they want!" I try to shake my head no and clamp my jaws shut while I hum out, "No, No, you can't do this to me! I don't want this!" I am gagging my self to save my tongue.

The black tattooed bitch slave moves to the other side of my head with her tools to wait for the man who spoke to step between my legs. Her name gets longer in my mind with each step I take into my slavery. "Did I just think that?" a deeper part of me asks, "Into my slavery!" 

All too soon the first nameless man that Master is allowing to fuck me is between my legs to slide his cock into my cum filled and wet hole. I should feel outraged but it's not my fault; I am tied up and I can't help it. Master has ordered that these people can use me as they wish. 

"This is rape," I scream out silently in my mind even as my traitor body responds to every thrust. It's bizarre I am being fucked by a man still wearing his expensive suit jacket, shirt and tie while the black tattooed bitch slave uses her taper to painfully widen the hole in my other ear. The man quickly cums; leaving his sperm in me and backs away to let the next man use me. The black bitch slave finishes inserting the other heavy gold ring in my ear. She leans down to purr in my ear, "Now I will do your face my little slave." 

A dark Arabic looking man appears between my legs to push his cock into me even as the black bitch slave pierces the septum of my nose and puts in a large four gauge ring that lies heavily across my upper lip. "This is for Master's leash," she sighs in my ear while the master drives his cock into me.

The man fucks my slave cunt until he is asked to stop for a moment by the tattooed black bitch slave while she adds yet another ring to my face. When she is done a large and heavy gold ring rests on the bridge of my nose. She has pierced me at the top of my nose between my eyes and I sadly realize that I will be able to see this gold ring every waking moment for the rest of my life. The dark man's cock quickly thickens and jerks as he cums in me. When he pulls his shrinking cock out of me gobs of his spent cum flow out of my swollen cunt and down the crack of my ass to pool with the cum of two other masters on the leather below.

All too soon a tall Spanish looking man is between my thighs to fuck me until he too pumps his sperm into me while the black bitch slave puts two smaller rings into each side of my nose. When the Spaniard is finished with me he steps away to let the last master have access to my slave cunt. He is a large fat white man and I am glad that he still is wearing his suit jacket and shirt so that I don't have to see his ugly body quiver as he pounds his small penus into me. The black bitch slave pierces and puts rings into the outer edges of my eyebrows while I watch the fat man's face go beet red when he cums in me.

Out of all these disgusting men who could have owned me and who have just fucked me with Master's permission this fat man is the worst; he smells and his breath reeks as he deposits his sperm in my defenseless body. I am actually glad that the handsome and powerful black man who did buy me is my new Master. "God, did I just think that!" my mind asks as I close my eyes and lay waiting for the next outrage to my body. 

Feeling the soft caress of silk between my thighs I look up to see the rude woman above me as she presses her hips into mine. She shows me a leather strap on harness with a huge double ended dildo attached. One end is a lifelike cock that is almost as big as my new Master's while the other smaller end is shaped to rub her clit when she fucks me and herself. The woman lays the harness on my chest with the thick plastic end just touching my mouth while she steps back to reach under her dress to pull down her panties; staring at me the whole time with cold blue eyes. 

"Open wide," her rough whiskey and smoke voice orders. Before I can even think of refusing she twists a freshly pierced nipple so hard that I scream out in pain and she pushes her panties into my wide open mouth. I can taste the damp, sour scent of her and something darker that I dare not guess at on the panties that the rude bitch has stuffed into me. "That's better," she husks, "I like my sluts silent while I have my way with them." The heavy dildo is taken from my chest and I hear the wet sound of the mistress inserting it into her pussy followed by the soft creak of leather as buckles are being tightened. 

The room is now silent but for the sounds of the black tattooed bitch slave preparing her needles for even more piercings. This time when the rude woman presses her hips between my legs I feel the soft skin of her thighs against mine as she swiftly drives her dry rubber cock deep into my cum filled cunt while she drops her expensive dress to primly cover us. If I hadn't been filled by the cum of five men and my own drenching wetness the woman would have torn my cunt to shreds as she starts to brutally use my defenseless body to bring herself to orgasm. I can't help myself as my body responds to her animal assault while I look up to stare into her glazed and lust filled eyes. 

"Please hold still for a moment while I pierce this slave's lips Mistress," the black bitch slave asks.

The rude woman keeps driving her fake cock into me, "No slave can tell me what to do! I am a Mistress!" she yells out as she continues to use me for her own pleasure.

The black tattooed bitch slave looks away to where Master is sitting.

Master's deep voice is not loud but it fills the room, "You will let my slave complete her duties. When she speaks it is my voice that you will hear. Stop pretending to be a man. It is only out of respect to your late husband that I allow you to even stay to watch this naïve young white girl being made a slave. 

"There have been complaints from other members of the Society of Slave Owners about your abuse of his property and theirs. As president I will look into them. You may lose the slaves you husband left you; you may even lose your freedom depending on what I decide. For now please treat my slaves with the respect they deserve. Take off that pretend cock and sit down to watch this foolish child being turned into a true slave or leave!"

"Foolish child!" I silently fume and then realize that Master is right. I had thought I was being so smart and careful with that bastard Miles but now I find myself bound on a leather covered table while a black man who says he owns me lets total strangers stick there cocks into my cunt and fuck me. Their sperm flows out of my swollen cunt and down the crack of my ass while a crazy black tattooed slave pierces me full of holes and has orders to tattoo my face and chest.

"Good, now I will have some peace while I finish your face," the black tattooed bitch slave purrs as she pulls the sodden panties from my mouth and drops them to the floor.

Within seconds I have two gold rings in my bottom lip and two more directly above them in the top. It never ends; two more rings are put into the corners of my mouth. Now the black tattooed bitch slave is showing me two gold studs connected by a short round chain. "Open wide," the she croons, "here are your last face piercings." 

Without thinking I open my mouth and my chin is pierced. One of the studs is pushed through the hole and I hear a tiny click as the large round ball is locked onto it. The chain connected to it falls down my chin with the other stud dangling on my neck. "Open wide again."

This time when I open wide the black tattooed bitch slave uses a metal device to hold my mouth open. "Now stick out your tongue and don't fight me or you will bleed to death if I miss and hit the vein!" I stick my tongue out so that she can grab it with some special piercing tool. When she is satisfied that everything is right I feel the needle go through me. The second stud is locked far back onto my tongue. There is a round chain that now goes from my chin across my lower lip and into my mouth to my tongue. I find that I can't fully close my jaw anymore because the chain won't bend enough between my teeth. "Don't worry my little slave," the black bitch slave soothes, "The new gold teeth you will get on Masters' island are designed to let you close your mouth properly. Until then I can unlock the chain so that you can eat."




Slave Ch. 01



"What island?" I wonder as I move my tongue to feel the huge gold ball locked on top of my tongue that holds the chain in my mouth and cautiously lick at the six rings in my lips, "What else does Master have planned for my body! What the hell does she mean; gold teeth?" I feel so weird with all the heavy gold on my face and in my body.

The black slave looks down at me and touches my right cheek, "I will rest now before tattooing your face. Slaves, put on the new gold slave cuffs for our Master please."

The Asian slave appears above me to show me an ornate velvet lined wood box holding four heavy solid gold cuffs and a collar. Each piece must be worth a fortune. They are encrusted with rubies, diamonds and emeralds and are embossed with Masters' lion. I hear gasps from the masters and mistress watching my descent into slavery as they realize the worth of what they see.

The Russian slave holds a wickedly sharp knife in front of my face and slowly lowers it to my neck. I fear for my life but she merely uses it to cut the cheap leather collar from my throat before moving on to remove the rest of the black cuffs that Miles ordered me to put on for him such a short time ago.

I must give these slaves names even if they are only in my own mind and so they are called only what I think of them. I want to call the black tattooed bitch slave just that but she becomes Tattoo and the other two are named Asia and Russia; what else? My own name is put into a mental box and locked into a dark room deep in the back of my mind until I can either escape this madness or forget where I put it. 

I name myself what I am now; Fancy, Master's new slave. 

Asia takes the slave collar out of the box and walks over to give it to Master while Russia puts the wrist and ankle cuffs on me and uses a large tool to press them shut. I understand that Master is to put the heavy jeweled collar around my slave neck himself when I am presented to him later tonight when I am finally fully prepared. 

"Tomorrow, when we have more time, we will weld all your new jewelry permanently onto your slave body," Asia tells me with her sing song voice when Russia is done putting a fortune of gold and jewels on my slave wrists and ankles. 

Tattoo is now above me again to caress my cheek while she asks Russia to bring her stool and equipment. "I must release your head now so that I can put our Master's 'S' here my little slave. Will you be still for me so I can do the best tattoo that I can for our Master?"

I find that I can't respond to her. I just lie passively on the table and close my eyes while my stomach does the little flip that people must feel when they are about to jump off a bridge or a high building to end their lives. 

Retreating into my mind I find a place that has blue skies and a white sand beach with the warm water of a tropical lagoon lapping at my feet as I walk along the water's edge wearing an ordinary and pretty pink bikini. 

The coral reef far off in the distance protects my tiny island from the steady onslaught of the ocean waves as they crash across it to become the small ripples that gently roll over my toes as I walk under the shade of tall palm trees. My long brown hair is blown behind me by the warm, soft trade wind and I feel the gentle caress of it on my body as I walk down the sandy beach.

There is an occasional cloud that dims the sun and sometimes there is an extra large wave that passes over the reef to bring in the reality of what my body is being subjected to but I am safe here. 

I can hear the angry buzz of an insect near my face and I feel heat on my cheek for a while before the sensation moves down to my chest between my tits but it can't hurt me. I am safe here on my island in the sun. A voice that I dimly recognize as Tattoo's invades my solitude to purr, "Your slave has surrendered to you totally now Master. She has found the room in her mind that every slave needs as you, our Master, use your possessions as you wish." 

"It's not a room! It's my island and I am alone and safe here!" I silently cry out in my mind. Nobody hears me because I am not allowed to speak ever again or I will lose my tongue if I do; I am silent even here on my own tiny private island. 

I look down at myself as I walk naked down the beach to find that I am wearing Master's gold everywhere on my body and see that I have a gold tattoo of a lion's head between my tits while I feel the heat of another new tattoo on my cheek. 

"Is there nowhere safe for me?" I wail as I come back to reality of my slavery and look into the hard eyes of Tattoo.

"Your slave's tattoos are done now Master. Thank you for letting me use the gold ink on your slave. She will be worthy of it. The last 'fancy' was covered in welts from the whipping we had to give her by now. 

"It was only a matter of time before that slave lost her tongue and I ripped all these beautiful gold rings from her screaming body," Master answers.

"What?" my mind reels, "ripped from her body!" I can't even begin to imagine the agony the poor girl must have endured as she lay there almost drowning in her own blood while her black Master tore each ring that I have in me now from the writhing slave who had angered him. I vow once again to never say another word and to obey my new Master no matter what he asks of me. I sob when I realize that I will do anything Master tells me to do to save myself from the pain Tattoo has just told me about.

Anything. 

Absolutely anything. I am his. I will do whatever Master wishes of me. Always.

Tattoo smiles down at me, "Are you sure that this new toy hasn't been trained as a slave before?" she asks Master as she strokes my burning cheek admiring her artistry and ignoring my shock at what she just described. "Yes, the gold looks pretty around the black of your 'S'. 

"No other slave except me has ever been allowed to wear our Master's lion in gold before. Even I don't have his gold on his 'S' where it can be seen." Tattoo lowers her head to show me Master's tattoos that she wears for him. The large black shape on her forehead is not the tail of a snake that I had thought but the bottom of Master's 'S'. Above her hairline I see the rest of it through her closely cropped hair with lines of his gold surrounding it and as she lowers her head farther I can see his gold lion at the very top of her shapely skull where he can see it while he uses her from behind or when she sucks his cock.

Tattoo and I smile at each other in a moment of sharing, "Yes, this slave you have just bought might just be the best fancy ever, Master."

"The fool who sold his slave to me didn't know what he was giving up. These three holes of enjoyment; this body that I have just bought and altered as I wish was born a slave. I could see it in her eyes when she was led into the auction across the hallway. She fought her newfound bondage but I could smell her arousal and see her total submission to what was being done to her.

"Your tasks are done, slave, your tattoos and piercings on my new toy are perfect. Come and kneel by my side. We'll let the other slaves finish my fancy for me." 

"Yes Master. Thank you Master."

I lay waiting on the table for whatever comes next and begin to sob again.

Asia and Russia appear above me to undo the leather straps over my chest and the ones on my arms. I actually think for a moment that they will set me free but that is a foolish thought; how can I ever be free with this brand, this black and gold mark of slavery on my face. They leave my ankles strapped in the stirrups while they sit me up and pull my arms down between my knees and use Master's solid gold cuffs for the first time to lock my hands to my feet. 

I begin my life of total bondage sitting up on a table with my legs spread wide and my arms between my knees with my wrists locked to my ankles. Gobs of cum from five separate men drips from my swollen, tender cunt. The heavy rings in my ears sway and hit my neck and shoulders reminding me of their presence with each tiny movement I make. I know also with an awful sureness that scares me deep into my soul that my hands will never, ever be free again.

They quickly begin piercing twin rows down my sides. The holes are vertical and they put 'D' rings in them. I am shown two thin black ribbons which they use to lace between the rows of eight pairs of rings on each side of me so I look like I am wearing a corset. Asia then adds a heavy ring to the base of my spine just above the crack of my ass.

Now that I am sitting up I can look about the room we are in. Master and the other men are standing by the floor to ceiling windows in front of the full bar as they chat to each other while I am pierced over and over again. The men look ridiculous wearing only their suit jackets and shirts with their limp cocks hanging between their legs as they talk to my proud Master who is fully dressed with Tattoo on her knees clinging to his leg and staring up at him. I wonder how the fat man can stand there showing off how small he is in front of real men. His balls and cock are so tiny that he looks like he has a cunt with an oversized clit under all his thick pubic hair. The rude woman is still sitting in her chair staring at me as Asia and Russia work on me. I can see the small movements that she is making and know as only another woman can that she is cumming as she watches me being pierced. The back of her dress and the chair below her must be sopping wet by now. 

"Master, we have finished piercing your slave."

"Put the chains on her," he answers without even looking at me.

Asia leaves to return with another ornate wood box and sets it down beside me. I see various weights of gold chain in it with the tools to attach them. The first chain on me is a light one attached to my right eyebrow which is draped across my cheek just below my eye to the ring at the top of my nose and on over to the left eyebrow. There are soon two more chains from each eyebrow going across my cheeks to my nostrils and the corners of my slave mouth. 

I see that the men are looking at me again and the man who used me first after Master took my virginity is walking toward me with his swollen cock swaying in front of him. He's not even close to being as big as Master I see as he steps between my spread legs. I get to watch for the first time as a man's hard cock slides into my cunt, my fuck hole, my snatch. I can't help myself as I begin responding to his every thrust hoping that I might cum before this master fills me with his seed again. Only minutes ago I was a virgin but now I try to cum on any cock that is in me and I am so ashamed by my new needs. The soft silk of his coat rubs against my tits and face as he grabs my ass to pull me onto his cock until he begins to cum in me. After the first throbbing spasm he pulls out of me and strokes his cock with his own hand while spewing his semen over my tits and stomach. I moan out my frustration and pleasure as each hot jet of sperm lands on my body and I wish that he had cum inside me to give me an orgasm. 

"Oh God, did I just think that!" I wonder as the gobs of white semen slowly flow down my body and begin to cool and dry on me.

I wait for Asia or Russia to clean me but they don't. They leave me covered in the man's spunk while they continue to add even more chains to my body. My wrists are unlocked from my ankles to be quickly relocked in front of me and I am laid back down on the table with my arms pulled over my head and secured there. I soon have a thick and very heavy chain connecting my sensitive, freshly pierced, slave nipples. Slightly lighter chains go from each nipple to the ring between my slave tits before going down to the ring at the top of my belly button. The chains are run out to the rings on my hips then come back to the one above my slave cunt. Sitting me up again the slaves finish the two long chains by draping them across my hips and attaching the ends to the large ring above my ass. Laying me back down the horror of what is being done to me continues. A short chain with a heavy gold ring on the end is added to each of my hips. From each of those rings four lighter gold chains are used to attach them to the rings in my cunt lips. Russia spends time adjusting the chains properly so that when she pulls on the heavy rings suspended from my hips my cunt lips are pulled apart evenly to show my pink and very wet fuck hole. Two little clips are added to the chains attached to my hips so that they can be used to shorten the chains and pull my cunt lips apart; held spread open to display my most secret depths. The last chain to be put on me is a thick chain belt that is wrapped tightly around my waist and locked onto me. It has four heavy gold rings on it so that my hands can be locked where Master wants.

While Asia and Russia are taking me deeper into my bondage as a slave they whisper things that I need to know about what Master expects of me so that I can survive my first night as his fancy without being spanked, whipped or even worse; disappeared. I am told how to kneel, when to stand and even where to look. They tell me that my legs must always be spread wide when I kneel, that I must never hide my cunt from Master's sight. I must always be staring at Master's cock or his crotch if he is dressed and only look at his face when ordered to. I will be punished if I look away. There is more, so much more that I can only hope that I can remember it all so that I am not punished tonight. I'll do anything I have to do to keep from being punished by these white slavers that have shown me how little they care about their property. I finally realize that I might even lose my life if I am not very careful.

Another thing I learn is that Asia and Russia have been trained to care for me. It is their job to groom me; to wipe my ass when I shit even. I am just three holes to be used by Master and who ever he gives me to while they are to look after me; to keep me looking pretty for our Master. I begin to think of them as my girls. 

Master appears above me and I try to look at his crotch like I have been told to do but he ignores me as he discusses my fate with Tattoo. She is quietly informing Master how much more I will be worth if the tendons in my ankles are shortened so I can't walk without heels at least seven inches high.

"Yes, I did see how well she walked with the cheap shoes that her procurer had her in. Add that to the list for when we operate on her when we get back to my island. I don't like this Western obsession with heels, but you are right about her price."

"Operate on me!" I think and almost look up to Master's face in shock again, but remember just in time to keep looking at his crotch. "What else does he have planned for me?" I silently curse the mother of a friend who taught me how to walk in heels. I remember giggling as she told me to keep my knees straight and put one foot directly in front of the other while her daughter and I swayed our young asses back and forth with the sharp heels ticking on the hardwood floors as we practiced.

"Is my fancy done?"

"Yes Master," both of my girls answer.

"Find some shoes for her and have my new fancy present herself to me."

Russia disappears while Asia frees my ankles from the stirrups and sits me up with my legs hanging over the side of the table. She murmurs even more instructions to me as we wait for Russia to return with some high heeled shoes and reminds me by slapping my thighs to keep my knees spread wide to show my slave cunt. 

All too soon Russia returns and I am standing in gold coloured high heels with my wrists locked behind me. I can feel every gold ring and chain on my body as I stand naked and quivering in shame with a man's cum dried all over my tits and stomach while being watched by Master and the other men and woman in the room. I am not even surprised that I don't consider the other slaves thoughts of me; we are only slaves after all. 

"Now go and present yourself to our Master," the girls quietly urge.

For the second time tonight I am given a choice; I can either stand here and refuse to move and accept the punishment he gives me, even death or I can kneel before my Master and offer to him what he already owns.

I choose to live until I can escape this madness. I'm not even breathing as I take my first voluntary step into slavery. Placing each foot in front of the other as I have been taught I sway my slave hips as I strut across the room to give myself to him with my held head high and my eyes locked on Master's crotch. The tiny bell above my clit rings out with each movement I make and I feel each ring and chain as they stir on my body. The heavy rings in my ears force me to keep my head steady by the pain they give if I move it too much. Tattoo's head rests on Master's thigh as she watches me with a soft, caring gaze that makes her look beautiful now that the stress of preparing me is over. 

When I get nearer to Master he spreads his knees inviting me to stand between them. He gives me the hand signal to remain standing that the girls have told me about. I feel his eyes on me as I stand in front of him with my hands locked behind my back while I stare at the thickening cock in his pants. He completely ignores that I am covered in drying cum from my tits to my ass as his hands touch every ring and chain in me starting from my eyebrows and ending at my cunt. A finger gently flicks at the silver bell over my slave clit before I am given the sign to kneel. I sink as gracefully as I can to my knees with my hands locked behind me to wait with my legs spread as wide as they will go so that I can show Master how wet I am. 

Master's huge black hands lift my head so that I must look up into his eyes and cannot look away, "My collar," he demands in his deep voice. Tattoo hurries to obey. The collar is so heavy that she has to use both hands to present it to our Master. He takes it from her with one hand as if it weighs nothing to admire it. I see it closely for the first time. The gold collar that Master holds is thick and very wide with the bottom edge curved to fit over my shoulders while the front comes down to a point that will end just above my slave tits. It is covered with diamonds, rubys and emeralds with Master's lion embossed on the front. Four thick gold rings hang from the front, back and sides while numerous smaller ones adorn the ornate bottom edge. There is a gap on one side just wide enough that Master can put it around my throat. When it is in place he squeezes it shut with his powerful hands.

There are gold chains that hang from two of the smaller rings to end just below my tits. The girls free my wrists from behind my back to relock them to the twin chains. My hands are now held just below my tits by the chains and I am instructed by the girls to support my tits and offer them to be touched by Master when I am chained this way. 

I look into Master's eyes while showing him my tits and I find that I can't help from pinching my tender, pierced nipples. I moan as I play with my sore nipples and act the slut that I am becoming with the cum of five men drying on my body.

"Take my cock out of my pants and suck me," Master says as he keeps my eyes locked on his.

"Oh God," I think as I continue to pull at my nipples, "I have never touched a man there before! I have never held a man's cock in my hands let alone put one in my mouth. I can't do that!" 

"You are going to be punished for looking away from me and now you are going to be punished again for hesitating. Do you want more?"

I shake my head no as I stare into his eyes and reach for his belt with unsteady hands. I am nervous as I fumble with Master's belt and the button to his pants. I have never touched a man's cock before. My face brushes against his clothes as I pull the zipper to his pants down and reach in to pull his cock out. The chains are so short that I can't help but see his black uncircumcised cock as it springs into my face.




Slave Ch. 01



"Pull out my balls."

With one hand gently stroking Master's cock I start to pull his heavy balls out of his pants with the other. I can't believe how big they are. When I finally get them out I look up at Master's eyes as I stroke the first cock I have ever touched and fondle the biggest balls I can imagine. The girls are kneeling behind me and whispering instructions in my ears. They tell me how to slide his foreskin down and lick the thick head of his cock. They encourage me to suck each ball into my mouth and play with it with my tongue. 

"Suck my cock slave."

I look up at my Master with his cock and balls in my hands. I lean forward to lick the precum from the tip of his hard cock. I taste Master for the first time then slide my pierced lips down his shaft to take his balls into my mouth one at a time and then slide my tongue back up to take a man's cock into my mouth. I open my mouth as wide as I can but even then the thick head of his cock barely fits. I take more of his cock into my mouth, feeling the new rings in my lips as they rub on his cock. I lick on his shaft with my tongue using the stud and chain there to excite him. "Oh," I sigh, 

"he tastes and smells like the powerful man that he is."

I can't believe how I am giving myself to this black man; this man I only know as Master. He pushes on the back of my head and encourages me to take his cock deep into my throat. I gag and push him away with my bound hands but he only laughs as he pushes his cock deeper into my mouth. Soon I am taking his cock into my throat at each thrust. The girls tell me how to tilt my head and how to swallow Master's cock as he fucks my face. At last I finally have him deep in my throat and my nose pushes into his pubic hairs. I see the gold lion tattooed behind the black pubic hairs and know that I have finally kissed the lion. 

He cums then and I am not ready. The first load of his cum goes down my throat straight into my stomach but he pulls back to shoot the second into my mouth. I try to swallow but he keeps cumming again and again until his white sperm escapes past my pierced lips to run down my chin and drip onto my slave tits. I can't help myself I feel so owned as I suck and lick Master using the thick gold chain in my mouth to milk the last drops of cum from his still hard cock. I look up into his dark eyes with his black cock in my mouth and massage his balls as his cum dries on my face.

"You like sucking cock don't you," Master says as he smiles down at me. 

I can only look up and nod my head yes with his black cock still in my mouth.

"There are four other cocks and a pussy for you to suck and lick tonight. You will suck three of the cocks and present your slave body to the forth master to use as he wishes before crawling under the dress of the mistress to lick her pussy."

Master pushes me away from his cock, "It's time to punish you now." I don't know what to do now I can only stare at Master's cock and hold my slave tits while I kneel in front of him waiting for him to tell me what to do. "Stand and lean over my knees!" Master orders. I struggle ungainly to my feet and lay myself over his legs. I feel Maser's hand caress my ass as Tattoo hands him a large paddle and I shudder at what is going to happen to me.

Master spanks my ass with all his strength and I scream out my pain. "That's one. You get ten for looking away and ten more for hesitating." By the time Master is done I am kicking my feet and crying in pain as the last of his hard strokes fall on my ass. 

Master pushes me to the floor when he is done with me. "Now suck every cock in the room except the one you will have in your cunt," he growls. I lie on the floor in front of him wishing that I can ease the pain in my ass. Knowing that Master wants me to crawl to suck each man's cock I gather my knees under me and stretch forward while arching my back like a cat holding my cum encrusted face and tits off the carpet by my bound hands. When I am fully stretched I crawl forward on my knees showing Master my cum filled cunt then stretch out again until I get to the first man. I choose the fat evil smelling man first. His tiny cock barely fills my mouth as I suck it in. He quickly grunts his orgasm and I move on to suck the next man's cock into my mouth and the next. 

Soon I am kneeling before the dark Arabian man while stroking his uncircumcised cock and looking up into his face with begging eyes as I wait for him to tell me how he will fuck me. I have picked him to fuck me because his cock is uncut like Master's. "Stand," he orders. I hurry to obey and stand before him with my hands holding up my slave tits for him to see. "Now turn around and sit on my cock."

Earlier tonight when I was raped, no used, by these masters it wasn't my fault I was tied to the table and couldn't help myself but now I must make yet another choice. He is telling me to fuck myself on his cock in front of a room full of people. Do I refuse and take the punishment? After a long moment I realize that there is no choice, I have to do what these people tell me. 

I nervously turn and sit squirming around until I feel his cock enter my cunt. I am disappointed that I can't look this master in the eyes as I slowly move my cunt up and down his cock. He pulls at the chains on my body as he urges me to make him cum with my wet cunt. I pump my cunt faster and faster up and down his cock until I feel it thicken and spout out his cum into me.

"Lick me clean," the man moans into my ear as I slowly move my cum filled cunt on his cock while his hands roam over my tits and slide down to play with my clit.

In a daze I stand and turn to kneel between master's legs to take his wilting cock in my mouth. I can taste my own cunt juices and his salty cum as I lick him clean. Looking up at the master with his cock in my mouth after willingly fucking myself on it in front of Master and four other people I know now that I am truly a slave and I will do what ever they tell me to.

Knowing that I still have one more task to do I crawl across the floor to put my head under the dress of the rude woman and lick at her thighs. In the near darkness between her legs I see that she is a gusher and know why she didn't stand to join the men at the bar. The back of her dress and the chair under her are sopping wet with her pussy juices. The mistress moans and pulls my face into her smelly crotch. I lick her pussy using my new tongue stud and chain to excite her while I grind my chin stud into her ass. She quickly starts cumming and holds my head tight against her pussy as she wets my face and cries out her passion. When she is done I kneel back out from under her dress to look at her with her pussy juice dripping down my smiling face. I smell and look like a total cum slut now with dried sperm and wet pussy juice all over my body as I lean forward under her dress to gently kiss the woman's thighs and lick at her clit until she has her second orgasm.

When she is done with me the rude woman pushes me to the floor. I lay there curled up in a ball at her feet feeling completely helpless. My ass is still red hot from being spanked by Master and I feel the new slave tattoos on my cheek and chest and each ring and chain on my cum covered slut body.

Master snaps his fingers and points to the floor by his side. I crawl as quickly as I can to kneel in front my Master and stare at the bulge of his cock in his pants wondering how much lower I can sink into slavery as my tongue licks the woman juice and salty cum from my pierced lips. My ear lobes ache from the swaying of the heavy rings in them, my nipples throb from the weight of the heavy gold chains in them and I feel each ring in my cunt lips and every other chain on my body as I wait, patiently like the slave I have become, on my knees for his next command. I feel that I should be crying but there are no tears left. 

"This slave is entirely mine now. I thank you for watching as this witless young girl finds her true place in life as the slave that she is. You may leave now."

I hear the sounds of the men as they dress themselves and leave the room while I stare at Master's cock with my face fiery red in embarrassment at what I have just done in front of them. The rude woman is the last to leave and Master laughs at her when he sees how wet the back of her dress is. 

When they are gone Tattoo and Master talk about what will be done to me while the girls play with my blonde hair and I hold my heavy tits up for Master to see. I feel so dirty and used as I kneel with my legs wide open showing Master my cunt as the cum of so many men flows out of it onto the floor. 

"She knows how to walk in high heels, Master," Tattoo purrs as she caresses his leg and strokes his hard cock. "When she has the operation I think you should have her tendons shortened so she can't walk in anything less than seven inch heels."

"Operation!" I scream silently with my wide frightened eyes staring at Master's cock.

"Yes, that is a thought," Master answers. "But for now take her and the slaves to their cell."

"Yes Master," Tattoo says as she stands to lead us from the room and down a narrow hallway to a small room with two beds and a cushion on the floor rolled up between them. She pushes us in and shuts the door. I hear the lock click and look to see that there is no handle on our side; we are trapped in the windowless room until Master or Tattoo lets us out. The girls don't seem to care about being locked in our cell as they lead me through a door on the far side of the room into an ornate bathroom. Asia turns on the taps to the huge bathtub while Russia pulls out thick washcloths and even thicker towels from a closet. When the tub is full I am forced to step in and sit. I hear the chink of gold chain on porcelain as I lean back into the hot water still holding my tits with my chained hands. The girls begin to soap my body clean of sperm and juice. Russia frees my hands from the chains that hang from Master's thick gold collar to relock them to the sides of the belt around my waist. I wonder if my hands will ever be free again and know that they never will.

When they are done cleaning me they lift me to my feet and towel me dry. I am so tired as I am led to stand between the two beds while the thin futon is unrolled for me and I am made to lay down on it. A chain is locked to Master's collar and attached to the wall above my head. I expect to be covered by a blanket but I am left naked as the two girls ignore me and slide into their soft beds, pull their covers up and go to sleep. I lay on the floor awake for what seems like hours. I can't even touch my wet eyes, massage my aching red hot ass or even play with my throbbing cunt. At last, in spite of all the things that have been done to me, I fall asleep as well.



Slave Ch. 01



My name is slave. Of course, that's not my real name, but for the story I plan to tell, it will do. For the record, I'm a bisexual submissive male. There are few who know this fact. Common enough story there, I suppose. Truth is, my family and friends could never accept my lifestyle, so that part of myself stays safely locked away. 

But behind closed doors... Well, my Mistress and I have a whole lot of fun. 

As I write this, I'm wearing a red fishnet bodystocking, black heels and nipple clamps. I wear lingerie around the house quite a bit these days, and besides, it helps set the mood for me as I tell this story. 

I'd always been interested in the kinkier side of sex, knew I was at least bi-curious. I inherited (stole) a bunch of Hustlers and pornographic novels from an older cousin when I was 18. Until I got hold of that material, I had no idea about all the possibilities there were in the world of sex. Anal, watersports, gay, lesbian, even fisting, and much more. I was dating a girl a year older than me at the time. She was very open minded about trying new things, and we did a fair amount of experimenting. 69 quickly became my favorite number. I loved eating pussy and ass. Like to blew the back of her head off the first time she fingered my ass while giving me a blowjob. I lost track of how many times we had sex in a room full of people. It was fun trying to do it without being noticed. 

We had some great times, but to be honest, the really fun stuff didn't happen until I was in my forties. 

A friend and I had tried dating. Kay and I didn't really click on a relationship level, but sexually we were amazingly compatible. We had tried all kinds of things, things we hadn't had the opportunity to try in the past. We had long talks about our fantasies, all the kinky things we had always wanted to try, but never had a partner willing to go there. No subject was taboo. 

We experimented with bondage. Sometimes I got tied up, sometimes she did. We tried anal. I loved getting my ass fucked. Her, not so much. We tried watersports. We both enjoyed that more than we thought we would. She would give the most amazing blow jobs, then feed me my own cum. Can't say I've ever grown to enjoy the taste, but I can swallow with the best of them these days. 

I liked it when she used the flogger on me, or spanked me. Neither of us was into serious pain, so we knew where to draw the line. And scat was just plain off the list. We're kinky and nasty, but not that nasty. 

As things progressed, we came to realize two things. I was a natural sub, she was a natural domme. So we went with it. She grew quite talented with a strapon, and I was learning to take more and bigger toys in my ass. I found that when she was giving me a massive ass pounding with our favorite, the Purple Emperor, I'd tend to slip off into subspace. And she would have multiple, very intense orgasms as she fucked my ass. We both loved that eight inch long two inch thick vibrating marvel. 

Eventually, I asked her to be my Mistress. I was happiest when she was in control. I would actually be the most relaxed and content when she was whipping me or slam-fucking my ass with an eight inch cock. We discussed it at length, and she agreed. Seems she had become quite attached to my ass, and she enjoyed the control. The many, many orgasms might have something to do with it too. 

We kept trying new things. We bought a John Holmes dildo and attached it to a harness. I was proud that I was able to adapt to it quickly. That thing is big. Twelve inches long and two and a half thick. Couldn't take the whole length for a long time, but I got there. We put all sorts of stuff in my ass. Cucumbers, of course. I got a good laugh after, she used them in a salad that she fed to her son. Who she hates. Coke bottles, beer bottles, eventually a baseball bat. We even got me worked up to taking her fist, her foot, and finally both her hands. One of her favorite things to do (besides slam-fucking me with a strapon), is to fist my ass while I masturbate. She loves to watch. And of course, I eat my cum when I'm done. And since I of course do ass-to-mouth, I clean her hand up too. 

She developed a fondness for tying me up and cutting and ripping my clothes off. She loves the sound of tearing denim. I usually have an eight inch dildo in my ass for her to play with once she gets me naked. And I have spent many, many hours with my face buried in her pussy giving her multiple orgasms. She's actually had trouble walking out the door on several occasions. 

We had talked for a long time about bringing in other men and women to have fun with. She's bisexual as well, by the way. The first threesome we had was with a friend of hers, Deke. When Mistress Kay explained what was going on and asked him if he'd like to join us, he jumped at the chance. He was actually pretty straight, but very open-minded. Like most men, whether they admit it or not, he had a few gay fantasies. 

Mistress texts me instructions before she comes over. Sometimes she wants me naked, sometimes clothed. Sometimes I give myself an enema, sometimes she does it. She'll tell me what to have prepared, and how she wants me to be when she gets there. She prefers the sofa bed in my living room over my regular bed. The sofa bed is springier, and I have to agree, it does add a certain energy to the fucking. I have chains that I can hang from a hook in the arch between my living and dining rooms. Great for stand up fucking and flogging. 

I knew Deke was coming that day. I was incredibly excited. So many fantasies were about to come true. Not only was I about to get fucked by a guy, but a complete stranger as well. I had never met Deke before that day. She had given me some instructions the night before. The sofa bed was out, the chain was up, blankets spread on the floor, bed and couch. (Mostly to catch lube and prevent carpet burns.) The chain was hung and our boxes of toys and bondage gear were spread out on the table. I had the video camera set up and ready. 

I actually jumped when my phone went off, I was so keyed up. Mistress had sent me final instructions. 

slave, we will be there in 20 minutes. Do your clean up. When we arrive I want you in your schoolgirl outfit, black fishnets and heels, kneeling on the floor under the chain. You are to be blindfolded, hands cuffed behind you, and I want Big Red in your ass and vibrating. Take your Levitra. And don't forget the music. You're in for it today, slave. 

After taking a Levitra, I quickly stripped, gave myself an enema and washed up. I had shaved my body earlier, so I was already nice and smooth. I went to my bedroom and pulled my girlie box from under my bed. What started off with a few pairs of panties was now a sizable collection of lingerie and girls clothing. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled on the black fishnet stockings and the black patent leather high heeled pumps that were her favorites. I had grown fairly proficient at getting around in heels by then. 

I then slipped on some black lace panties and slid the short plaid skirt on over them. The outfit was topped off by a simple white button down shirt tied at the waist. I gave myself a once over in the mirror. Everything as she liked it. Truth is, I enjoyed being dressed like this. It definitely fed into my submissive side. And the stockings just felt nice. 

I went to the living room and turned on the music, the metal station, then turned on the camera. I put on the wrist restraints. They're actually hospital restraints, very padded and soft, which when you're chained up and hanging is nice. I grabbed Big Red, a 12 inch long and two inch thick vibe and lubed it up. I propped one leg up on the table, pulled the panties aside, and gently worked it in. I was used to bigger than that, but I still need to start slowly. I almost took too long. I was enjoying fucking myself with that big vibrating cock. The sound of Mistress Kay's car pulling up in front of my house brought me out of it. I grabbed the blindfold and knelt, squatting down so the base of the vibe touched the floor so it would stay in my ass. I pulled the blindfold on and quickly hooked the cuffs together behind my back, then tried to control my breathing as Big Red vibrated my spinal column from deep inside my shit chute. 

And then I heard their footsteps on my porch. 

The door opened. I could hear their footsteps as they walked over to me. I heard Deke chuckle. "Damn! You weren't kidding." 

"Told you my bitch would be here waiting and horny. Isn't that right my little cockslut?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

"And you're going to let us use and abuse you any way we want to, isn't that right slave?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

"You're going to suck his cum covered cock fresh out of your ass." 

"Yes Mistress." 

"You're going to spread your legs and take whatever the hell we wanna ram up your ass, for as long as we want to fuck you." 

"Yes Mistress." 

"You're going to drink our piss. And thank us when we're done." 

"Yes Mistress." God, I was getting turned on at the thought of everything they might do to me. 

"Good slave. Now open your mouth." I immediately opened my mouth, expecting to feel her strapon. She often wore it under her clothes to save time. Instead I felt something warm and spongy that tasted vaguely of sweat and urine. I gasped as Deke slid his semi-rigid cock into my mouth, then started sucking as I got my first taste of real man's cock. 

Mistress knelt down beside me and grabbed Big Red, slamming the dildo in and out of my ass as Deke grabbed my head and started skull fucking me with his now rock hard seven inch cock. "That's right, fag-boy. Suck that cock. Take it all. Today you really do become my cock and cum-slut." 

By now I was moaning with lust. I had a real cock in my mouth for the first time since I was eighteen, experimenting with one of my friends. It tasted just as good as I remembered. Deke was forcing his cock down my throat, laughing at the gagging noises I was making. "Goddamn, this little bitch sucks dick almost as good as you, Kay." 

Mistress was ramming Big Red home and slapping my ass. "Who do you think trained him? Oh, look, I think he's enjoying this." My own cock was rock hard by now, between the Levitra and being more turned on than I had ever been before. It had popped out of the skimpy panties and was tenting the tiny skirt. 

I moaned a yes around the cock in my throat. I was in sissy heaven, and we'd only just begun. "slave, reach down and keep fucking yourself with this dildo. I need to do something." I grabbed Big Red and took over pumping my ass as Deke kept skull-fucking me. A minute or so later, Mistress told us both to stop. I let go of the vibe and sat down on it as Deke reluctantly pulled his dripping schlong out of my mouth. 

Mistress pulled off my blindfold. "Slut, look at the real man that's about to fuck your worthless ass." Blinking, the first thing I saw was cock, seven thick beautiful inches of real man meat that had just been in my throat. Then I looked up at Deke, who was shucking his clothes. He was a good looking guy, average height and build, blond hair and brown eyed. I couldn't wait to feel that cock fucking my ass. 

Mistress had stripped off and put on the harness with the Purple Emperor in it. She had on her corset, black silk stocking and her fuck-me boots. "Deke, turn around and grab your ankles. slave, get your tongue in his ass while I fuck yours. I'm gonna make sure you're good and loose for his cock." 

I quickly buried my tongue up his shit chute. The musky smell and earthy flavor was intoxicating. He'd obviously come straight here from work, and smelled of sweat. His asshole wasn't nasty, but it was also obvious that the extent of his cleaning had been simply wiping. I loved it. I loved the humiliation of cleaning that dirty ass with my tongue. And Deke loved the feeling of my tongue cleaning his ass. 

And then Mistress slammed her eight inch cock all the way up my ass in one quick, hard push. Hearing me moan, she grabbed my hair. "That's right bitch. Keep tongue fucking that ass while I butt-fuck you like the sissy cock-slut you are." 

She then proceeded to rape my ass. Not make love. Not fuck. Pure, unadulterated, ass rape. She was slamming into me with every ounce of force she could muster, pounding my ass into next week. The force of her thrusts were driving my tongue even deeper into Deke's ass. He reached back and grabbed my head, pulling me into his backside, nearly smothering me. "Eat my ass, bitch. Eat my dirty ass. Clean it out." 

I was in heaven. This was the submissive in me's dream. To be utterly used and abused. If I had dared to touch my cock right then, I would have cum instantly. As it was, I was on the verge. Then Mistress pulled out of my ass and yanked me to my feet by my hair. "Chains, bitch. Hands over your head." 

I quickly moved to the chains and Mistress attached the cuffs to them. She then grabbed the speader bar and attached it to my ankles. She knelt down and spread my cheeks, looking up at Deke. "C'mon Deke. Shove your cock up this slut's ass and show him how a real man fucks ass." 

I arched my back to provide an easier target. Deke moved in behind me, grabbed my hips, and slammed all seven inches home in one thrust. He paused for a few seconds, just enjoying the feel of hot ass around his cock. Then he tightened his grip on my hips and did exactly what I hoped he'd do. He raped my ass too. 

Oh good God, was it good! I had had much bigger in my ass, but his seven inch cock was nicely thick, and having the real thing hammering your shit chute is a completely different feeling than the fake stuff. It's warm. It pulses. It's hard and soft at the same time. I was finally being properly butt-fucked by a man. I knew I wanted it again, and often. My eyes were closed as I hung there tied to the chains, blissed out. I could hear myself moaning "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass..." 

My moans got a whole lot louder as Mistress ripped my shirt open and bit down on my right nipple even as she attached a nipple clamp to the left. She nibbled and sucked for a minute, then attached the other clamp to that nipple. "Oh, we're just getting started fag-boy. You see, Deke took a Viagra. Your mouth and ass are gonna get used over and over again by both of us. By the time we're finished with you, you're gonna be a pile of jell-o. And, you know what? When you think you can't possibly stand any more? Well, then we're gonna rape you some more. You're my property, slave, and by the time we're done, you're gonna know it." 

And then she picked up the flogger. 

For the next ten minutes as Deke continued raping my ass, Mistress Kay methodically flogged every inch of the front of my body. I sank into subspace, turned on and blissed out all at once. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Then he announced he was about to cum. Mistress dropped the flogger and slid in close to me, twisting the nipple clamps as she whispered in my ear. "Here it cums, faggot. A real man is about to shoot his load up your worthless faggot ass. Remember this moment. This is just the first of many, many times you're gonna take a real man's cock up your ass. You're gonna become a little sissy faggot cum dumpster. Whenever I tell you to, you're gonna spread your legs and take any cock I tell you to. And you're gonna love it. You're gonna need it. You're gonna want the feeling of cum seeping out of your ass." 

And then Deke came. And came. Turns out he'd been saving it for the last two weeks. I could feel that warm cum filling my bowels. Could feel it squeezing out around his still rock hard cock as he continued slam-fucking my ass. Feel it oozing down my legs. And I loved it. I needed it. And as Mistress continued twisting the nipple clamps, I came. Nobody had so much as touched my penis the whole time, but I came, and powerfully. I thought I might pass out, but Mistress slapped me. 

I realized she had unhooked me from the chain. Mistress shot me a smirk, then nodded at Deke. "You have a job to finish, bitch." 

I smiled. "Yes, Mistress." And I dropped to my knees, cum dripping from my well fucked ass, and deep throated that wonderful still hard cock. Ten minutes later, I reluctantly let Deke's now clean cock pull out of my hungry mouth, the taste of cum, fuck water lube, and my ass juice making a tasty cocktail. One that I knew I would enjoy regularly from then on. 

Mistress removed the spreader bar. I stayed on my knees, waiting and eager for whatever came next. Mistress knelt down next to me. "Good job slave. As a reward, I think I'll give you a drink. Get down to the basement, now. Oh, and leave your clothes on." 

"Yes, Mistress" I quickly got up and headed for the basement, followed by my two rapists. Mistress grabbed the lube and some toys as she went. Upon reaching the basement, I knelt on the old blanket that I had put down earlier. Mistress doesn't really care about my comfort, but the concrete floor was hard on her knees. Besides, the blanket kept the piss from simply running down the drain. 

Knowing what was expected of me, I crouched down and opened my mouth as Mistress opened her pussy lips with one hand as she shoved my face into her crotch with the other. Then she let go. Her hot piss flooded my mouth, filling it to overflowing, the extra running down my front and soaking my clothes. "Swallow!" On her order, I quickly gulped down a mouthful then enjoyed the feeling of being piss-soaked until she ordered me to swallow again. 

Deke was laughing as he filmed the whole thing. "Never thought I'd get to see a piss and cum-dumpster get used live. This is fucking great!" He moved in close to video the torrent of urine flowing out of my mouth, getting into the humiliation as I was ordered to swallow again and again. "Suck down that piss, bitch! Kay was right, you're nothing but a little sissy faggot piss guzzling bitch!" 

Mistress finally finished. Knowing my duty, I immediately cleaned her up with my tongue, including what had run down her legs. She then took the camera from Deke. "Your turn." 

He stepped over to me. "Open up, bitch." I had barely opened my mouth when he cut loose, intentionally moving the stream around so only some hit my mouth, thoroughly hosing me down. His urine was much stronger than Mistress', making me gag a bit, but I got it under control so that by the time he stuck his cock in my mouth I was able to gulp down the acrid piss. "Hope you like it, bitch. I drank a half a case of beer last night just for you." 

I can honestly say I didn't like it. It tasted foul. But I also was so turned on by the kinkiness of the act that I can honestly say I didn't care how bad it tasted. I was a slave. I was there to be used. My likes and dislikes were irrelevant. I had become the piss and cum-dumpster submissive cock-slut that I'd always wanted to be. So I swallowed that nasty tasting piss. And I loved every second of it. 

As I knelt there, my schoolgirl outfit stained with piss and cum, my stomach gurgling with the loads of piss and cum that I'd swallowed, I was happy. And as Deke face-fucked me until he came down my throat again, Mistress videoing all of it, I knew the night was only just beginning. 

My slave life had truly begun. 

And, just like Mistress Kay had predicted I would, I thanked them. 

To be continued...



Slave Ch. 02



**This is chapter 2 (obviously) and it would help greatly to go back and read chapter 1 before going on here. Remember to drink in moderation, tip your waitress, and try to remember to vote!**

"She's got what?" I asked calmly. Kris's face revealed that my voice had sunk to that deep calm that gives the appearance of collected sanity, but is usually sounded right before someone gets knocked out.

"Here's the list. Tests got back today," Kris said with fear in her eyes as she extended the paper in a slightly trembling hand.

"There's a fucking list!" I yelled. Kris shrunk back. I could feel my left eye start to twitch as I read down the chart of VD's on the page. It read like a high school health book; a who's who of STD's. "She's got every single one of these?" I said, the calmness returning to me. It was my fault...her description consisting of redheaded slut should have been a tip off. "Always thinking with my dick," I mumbled.

"On the upside," Kris said meekly. I shot her a look with my twitching eye. 

"Upside?"

"The doctor said these were probably all recent, she doesn't have any symptoms, and they only showed up in the urine test," Kris said. I nodded.

"What's all the shouting about?" a familiar voice said behind me. My shoulders instantly squared and I stood about an inch taller.

"Oh shit," Kris said. "No blood, Bran," she added and headed out the door. I turned slowly in the room where we played card two nights before to face Jaime. 

"You dumb bitch," is all I could manage to get out. Jaime's face turned into a mask of pitiful sorrow and she threw herself against me, her 115 pounds not even budging my 230.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I didn't even think, everything happened so fast and they told me so much about you, I was so horny, we were drunk...we should have used a condom or something," she blubbered.

"WE? WE should have used a condom! From the looks of this," I shouted, rattling the paper in my shaking hand, "you've been spread more times than Parkay! Holy shit! I don't even know what two of these are and one is listed as 'incurable/untransmittable'! Do you have any self control at all or do you jump on any swinging dick that comes around no matter where it's been stuck! Fuck!"

"You wanted it, too," she said meekly after a second. She stepped away from me with her back turned. I felt my fist clench and my arm cock back as my left foot slid back on the carpet. I could feel the muscles aching for release, I could envision my fist landing squarely in the back of her skull, the force of the hit breaking my hand and fingers, but killing her almost instantly. I tasted the pain of my hand, but it faded in a flash. 

That was the closest I ever came to hitting a woman.

"Oh, I fucking own you, bitch," I said deeply through gritted teeth. She turned slightly, looking at me with terrified questions burned across her face. "That's right. I'm going to the hospital and I'm going to get tested. If I test positive for anything, and I mean anything...I don't care if it's the common fucking cold...you belong to me for the rest of the summer."

"What do you mean belong to?" she said, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"I mean you belong to me. You will do everything I say to do when I say it. If you do not, you will be punished in a manner that I see fit. You will refer to me as 'Sir' and your name will be taken and you will be called 'Slave' for the duration of the summer. Do I make myself clear?"

Jaime nodded meekly. I stormed out. Kris was sitting on the steps, soaking in the sun.

"That went better than I figured it would. I was expecting you to come out with a garbage bag or two and an apology about the blood thing," Kris said. I stopped in mid-step on the way to my car and turned to her.

"Did you know she had all that?"

"I figured, but I wasn't sure until I made her get tested after you fucked her stupid." I felt my eye twitch again and I got in my car.

The trip to the hospital was short. I explained what I was there for and who the suspected point of origin was for any suspected disease and they had me wait. They explained that it would take the rest of the day for the lab to analyze the specimen and they'd call to have me come in the next day for the results. A cup of piss and 24 hours later revealed that she had given my Chlamydia, the common cold of STD's. I woke her up at 10am.

"Slave, get your shit together, we're going to the pharmacy," I said, throwing her door open. Her sleepy eyes drifted open slowly and looked at me over the top of her teddy bear. I'd have thought it was cute if I hadn't been so pissed off. She nodded.

After she was showered and dressed we drove to the pharmacy. She gave them her list and I gave them the results from the hospital authorizing them to dish out a cure to me. 150 dollars later we were on the road.

"Slave, you will take all of those meds as the doctor prescribed."

"Yes, Sir," she said quietly. The ride back to the apartment was without incident, her eyes never left her lap.

"Bran, for what it's worth, I'm really sorry," she said, almost in tears, as we pulled into the parking lot. Her voice was without strength and she started to sob after she said it, her hands cradling her face. It took a lot of strength to keep being a hardass and pull this off, but if I had let it fail then, it wouldn't have worked for the rest of the summer.

"Listen here, Slave, you could have fucking killed me with some of the shit you have brewing in your cunt. Do you understand that?" I said, turning in my seat after shutting the engine off. She nodded, tears starting to fall like rain down her cheeks.

"What are you going to do, Slave?" I asked after letting her think for a few seconds.

"I'm going to go inside," she said with quivering lips as she tried to choke back the tears, "and I'm going to take my meds, Sir."

"You're also going to shave that pussy as punishment. Your longest med takes 30 days of pills to work. You will let your bush grow back for 6 days and then shave it until those pills are gone. The last day of pills, you're going to shave it again and then you're to let it grow but keep it trim."

"Yes, Sir," she said meekly

"Get your ass inside the house," I said. She got out of the car and started walking with her bag of medicine in-hand.

"Slave," I said louder than normal. She stopped. "Shake that ass when you walk. You have a nice, tight, heart-shaped ass and I want to see it sway." Slave's head turned around and a slight smile crossed her lips—the first for the week—and her ass swayed sexily with each step until it disappeared inside the front door. 

I got inside the house and looked at the directions on the packet I was given. It was a new one-shot cure instead of the normal 10 days of pills. I would be good to go after my system flushed itself in 3 days.

"What the fuck is that 'Slave' stuff all about?" Alex said, not pausing the Playstation to talk with me. I got a glass out of the cupboard, filled it with water and mixed in my powder.

"That's her name for the rest of the summer. She is no longer Jaime Konor, she is simply 'Slave.' You guys should call her that, too. If she flips you any shit about it, let me know."

"How about if we call her 'Slut'? 'Slave' should be all yours if that's the fucked up game you want to play."

"That's cool. Slut it is then," I said and sat down. I drained the glass of medicine and tried like hell to not gag. "I better go check on her, I've been pretty hard on her the last couple days...harder than I probably should have been." Alex nodded and the speakers erupted with the squealing tires and gunshots of his game.

I opened her door without knocking. She was naked, looking at herself in the mirror. Her small B-cup breast stood proudly on her chest, her puffy nipples standing at attention in the air-conditioned coolness of her room. Her hands were softly touching her bush and her eyes lingered there, a hint of sadness crossing her face.

"I've never shaved it before, Sir," she said. "I won't hesitate to shave it for you, but it makes me sad to see it go."

"Slave, you will shave it after you shower. Have you taken your medicines?"

"Yes, Sir, well, all but the powder stuff like what they gave you," she said, adding the latter quickly.

"So that's a no, then, is that right, Slave?"

"Yes, Sir, I was wrong."

"So you lied to me, Slave?"

"Yes, but!" she said quickly. "Yes, Sir," she said meekly after a second's pause.

"Take it now, shower, and I will think of something for your punishment for lying. Oh, and just so you don't get mouthy with everyone else, we've taken away your name. Everyone will call you 'Slut' for the rest of the summer; your privilege of having a name has been taken."

"Isn't that punishment enough, Sir?" she asked, tears starting to well up in her sapphire eyes.

"I'll consider it. Never question me again, Slave," I said. She hung her head, her copper locks falling around her shoulders as she marched, naked, to the bathroom. The door shut and the shower started. I headed back out to the living room and I found Alex talking with Jim.

"Oh my God! You got her to shut up! It's a fuckin' miracle!" Jim said, laughing. Alex had evidently filled him in on what was going on. "So are you going to take Slut out today or do we have to put up with her sulking around here?"

"I think she needs a job. If she's got nothing better to do than fuck and pout, it's time she started earning money. I think she'll do that for the rest of the day," I said. 

"Sounds good to me," Jim said. "Kris is letting her stay here for free, which pretty much means I don't have any money no matter how hard I work."

"Good, so she'll get a job and you'll get half your rent paid and maybe some food bought."

"Deal!" Jim said. Alex got up and got us the last three beers and we drank them slowly, waiting for Slave to come out of the shower so I could tell her the news.

She took it well. I drove her around and she picked up applications for the few things she was actually qualified for. She filled them out that day and the next day was spent dropping them off. I didn't see her for another two days. My medicine should have worked by then and I was horny as fuck, but I couldn't stick Slave, so I had to come up with a plan B.

Plan B, as it turned out, was the next door neighbor.

"Slave!" I half-shouted as I came in the apartment Saturday afternoon. She came out of her room, dressed only in flannel pants.

"Yes, Sir?" she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I took in her pale skin and found myself licking my lips.

"Slave, I want to fuck, but you won't be clean for another couple of weeks," I said.

"Well, go out and fuck, Sir," she said, the last word rolling off her tongue like venom. "You've made it clear that all I am to you is a fuck toy." I nodded in response.

"I want to fuck Mel, and you're going to get her for me," I said flatly.

"You want me to go over to my friend's apartment, my next door neighbor, and tell her that you want to fuck her, Sir?"

"Yup. That's about the size of it," I said and sat down, staring at her body.

"Yes, Sir," she said dejectedly and headed back for her room.

"Where are you going?" I asked calmly.

"I was going to put clothes on...Oh. You want me to go like this," she said flatly. I nodded. Slave went out the front door, topless, into the mid-day sun. I knew the neighbors down the way were home, most of them washing their cars, and all of them could see her if they only looked.

I sat down and watched a movie for a bit, I couldn't remember what it was called, some cheesy 80's Sci-Fi flick, but it was laughably horrible. She was gone for damn near 2 hours when I was about to go over and see if she was even still there. The door opened and Slave had Melody in tow.

Mel was wearing baggy jeans and a t-shirt, what I was learning was her typical day-off attire. It didn't show too much of her figure, which if I was lucky I'd catch when she stretched. She used to be a swimmer in college and still tried to stay in decent shape. Having a couple of kids since then swelled her hips, adding to the sexiness of the raven haired creature. The very top tie of a blue string bikini was visible at her neck, just under the short pony tail she was wearing that day.

Slave sat down on the couch on my left and Mel sat on my right.

"So let me get this straight," Melody said, scratching her head. "She's your sex slave for the rest of the summer and you've got everyone else talked into calling her 'Slut'? Not only that, but since you're cured of whatever she gave you and horny, you want to fuck me because you can't fuck her?"

"Yeah, that's about right," I said. "Why, can you think of anyone sexier than you? Damn, I've been at college, and I don't know many 20 year olds that are in better shape than you are and have a body like that. I mean seriously, what are your measurements, 36-26-36?"

"Pretty close...hey, that's none of your business. Why would I want you to put your limp little cock in me anyway? I am married, you know," she said defiantly.

"Yeah, I haven't seen your husband around," I said, looking outside. "Nope, still not here," I said mockingly. "Slave, get our guest and me a beer," I said. She got up from the couch.

"I can think of almost 12 reasons for us to hook up," I said quietly as Slave went into the next room for the beer.

"Almost 12?"

"One, it'd be good punishment for Slave. Two, it'd be a hell of a lot of fun...I mean, do you have fun playing with yourself? I know I would," I said, whispering into her ear, flicking her earlobe gently with my tongue. "And 3, you really look like you need a good lay. How long has it been since your husband split off with that other younger pussy? One month, Two?"

"Almost three now, the bastard," she sighed heavily and started to slump in the couch next to me. Her nipples started to tent under the fabric of her t-shirt and her thighs started to rub together. "What are the other almost 9 reasons?" she asked, turning to look at me in the face. 

I guided her hand to the rapidly hardening meat in my pants. Her hand stroked it slowly through the course material as Slave came back with the bottles of beer.

"So you're gonna fuck him then?" Slave said, handing us each a bottle. I ran mine across both of the pebbles on her tits and she moaned. Her finger nails raked slowly along the fabric, sending delicious ripples through to my cock.

"Yeah, I think I want to," Mel said, her hand moving to my zipper.

"Hey, not yet," I said, pulling her hand to the side. She looked up at me, her eyes begging, her lips pouting. "Slave, go ahead and have a beer. We'll be back soon, and I want you cleaned up for the day, okay?" 

"Yes, Sir," she said softly and went to the fridge for her drink. I pulled Melody up off the couch and we went outside.

"You got me all hot and bothered and now we're leaving? What the fuck?" she said, almost angry. I laughed a little as we piled into my car.

"Yeah. Like I said, we're gonna punish the slut," I said, still chuckling.

"But I'm ready, now," she said, putting heavy emphasis on the last syllable by stroking my cock through my jeans. I leaned back in the seat and lifted my ass as we pulled out of the parking spot.

"By all means," I said. She had my zipper down and my cock out in record time. Her nose was buried in my pubes before my ass touched the cloth of the seat. She worked my meat with everything she had, sucking it down her throat and massaging my stiff prick with her throat and tongue. Her hand went to my balls and she started rolling them around her fingers.

"Holy shit," was all I could muster as I pulled out on the main road. "What the hell did she say to you to get you this hot?"

"She...told...me...about...your...first...night....oh my God...back...Oh fuck...I can't wait...to...have...this...buried...inside my....hot...wet....cunt," Mel said, her words punctuated by swallowing my head and swirling around it with her tongue. I felt her saliva dripping down my shaft and the car was filled with the sounds of her lips popping around my meat. Her tongue hit my piss slit every time and then rimmed the crown of my mushroom head just before her lips broke contact. It took everything I had to concentrate on driving. 

Her assault on my prick continued for almost 15 minutes and then she just stopped. She threw herself into her seat and pealed her shirt off her, leaving only the blue bikini bra. She looked fantastic. Swimming outside had left her tight, tanned, and toned; just the way I like my pieces of ass. The strings of the bikini bottoms came up over the tops of her jeans, the ties at her hips just barely peaking out over the denim. Her hand went to my saliva coated shaft and she lightly played with her erect nipples through the thin blue fabric of her top.

Quite a few cars on the by-pass were slowing down to see exactly what we were doing, some of them nodding their approval, some of them shaking their heads and driving away angry. Either way, I was getting a hand job that was almost as good as the road head this hot little dish had just given me.

"So where are we going?" she asked with a little quiver in her voice from her arm working my rod.

"Dr. Feelgood's," I said. Her eyes lit up at the mention of the largest sex shop in the area. "I told you, we're going to punish Slave. We have some stuff to pick up for her and I think we should get back as soon as possible.

"Mmmm," she purred. "Sounds good to me. God, I just can't believe this hunk of meat you're carrying. I never would have guessed it to look at you. Most guys your size are either hung like fuckin' donkeys or they're tiny as hell from all the steroids they took."

"I sure as hell didn't take any steroids," I said. Her hand started working over my balls again, rolling them, massaging them, going back to my shaft, working it, and then she went back down to my sack and started again.

"I feel that," she said. "I can't wait to feel these shooting their load all over my tits." 

My cock throbbed in response. 

"You like that thought, don't you. You want to spray a load of your fuck juice all over these tits, don't you," she said unquestioningly. "You want to do it right now?" she asked, lifting her left tit out of its blue confinement. My dick twitched in her hand. "Ooh, you do, don't you. How about this one, too?" she asked, demurely and lifted her other tit out. Her nipples were small and brown, but they were long; just built for sucking. My dick started almost bouncing in her hand.

"You want me to walk into the store with your cum on my tits, don't you," she said, licking her lips. I was having a hell of a time trying to keep the car on the road. I damn near missed the exit. Thank God I only had a few blocks left. 

"Fuck yes!" I hissed, trying not to blow my load. "You're a filthy little cum slut, aren't you. You want me to cum on your tits right here, right now, don't you," I said.

"Oooooh," was all she could manage, her chest heaving as she abused her nipples, twisting and pulling on them as she furiously jerked my meat.

"You don't want me to pop now, do you. You want me to wait so it's fresh walking into the store. You want me to cum all over you and have fresh white jizz dripping from your fucking tits as we walk in," I said, pulling into the parking lot.

"Fuck yes! Oh fuck! I want to feel your hot sticky cum dripping down my chest!"

"Take your top off and get the fuck out," I demanded. Her top came off and the door opened in one swift motion. My meat slapped against my belly and bounced into the steering wheel before I could get out. She slid over the top of the car and knelt by my door. The door flew open, my cock returned to her hand and she slid her mouth all the way down to the root, coating it in spit for more lube.




Slave Ch. 02



Slave 02

Owned

I am startled awake from a deep sleep by the wet tongue of one the slave girls that are my keepers licking at my cunt. Wondering what time it is I wiggle my ass in delight at the sensuous touch of her tongue even as the other slave kneels over my face demanding that I lick her clit to make her cum.

"Is this what my life as a slave is going to be like from now on?" I ask myself as I lick at the slaves cunt above my face until she orgasms to leave my face wet with her juices even as I push my tender, pierced cunt onto the soft tongue that is giving me so much pleasure below.

"My turn," Asia pants as she pushes a thoroughly satisfied Russia off me and kneels above me to lower her own dripping cunt onto my face.

"Can this be how I will wake up every day?" I ask again as I reluctantly lick at Asia's clit and almost drown in the wet juices that flow from her when she cums.

Asia yells out her orgasm and rubs herself over my face leaving me wet and smelling of her sweet juices.

The two slaves then cuddle up next to me and toy with my chained body, touching me where ever they want until Tattoo opens the door to our cell. When she looks in she finds me offering my body to the girls with my legs spread wide and my arms chained to the wall above my head as they play with my tits and suck on my nipples while teasing my clit with their tongues.

Tattoo enters the room and smiles down at us, "Isn't this a pretty sight." 

The girls look up at her. Russia makes a point of feeling my cunt with her finger, "This slave is so wet," she drawls as she drags her finger up and down over my swollen clit. 

Asia leans forward to lick at my slave tits, "And her nipples are so hard."

I am so close to cumming.

"Don't bother cleaning her when you are done with her. Master has ordered that the slave has to stay covered in the cunt juice or the cum of whom ever has used her for the rest of the day. Comb her hair, do her makeup and get her ready for breakfast."

"Yes," they both answer with satisfied smiles on their faces as they continue to play with me.

I have to go to the bathroom but don't know how to tell the girls what I need. Looking into their eyes I pleadingly look at the toilet. 

Russia looks at her tiny friend and laughs, "You get to wipe her ass first."

I am so embarrassed, I can't believe that I am being kept so helpless that these slaves have to wipe my ass for me or dry my cunt when I go to the bathroom. 

When they are done preparing me for the day, Russia holds up a very large butt plug, "Kneel with your head on the floor and your ass high, slave. This plug is big and tomorrow you will get an even bigger one and the next is bigger than that. Master wants you stretched wide and loose when he finally uses your ass." 

I don't want to be here, I want to run, the door to our slave cell is open now but my arms are locked behind my back and the girls have told me that the doors to the penthouse can't be opened without the keys that only the two guards and Master have. 

Asia helps me down to my trembling knees and lowers my head to the floor. I feel an oily finger probe my virgin ass followed by the thickness of the butt plug touching my other cunt pushing into that tight little fuck hole. I am opened wider and wider as Russia slowly twists the butt plug into me. Just when I am feeling that I am being ripped wide open the plug is quickly pushed in until my tortured little brown sphincter slides down to the narrow part of the plug and I feel the base of it press up against my ass. My body shudders as I fall flat on the floor. I can't even scream. All I can do is huff out my painful surprise at what I have never felt before. My ass quivers and pulses as it tries push out this huge invader. 

Asia tries to calm me by telling me that the worst is over and tomorrow's bigger plug won't hurt as much. 

I want to cry but the tears won't come. All I can do is wait until this new atrocity to my body begins to feel normal like the rest that has been done to me. The girls don't seem to care whether I am in pain or not as they continue to get me ready for my first day as a slave while they chatter on between themselves about life on Master's island. The things I hear scare me; they talk about slaves who have been punished for disobedience and others who just disappear overnight. Knowing that these are things that I need to learn to survive in Master's world I listen to every word the girls say. 

When they feel that I am ready to be seen by Master I am led out the open door of our cell with my hands locked behind my back down the hall to the kitchen with their slave juice drying on my face and mine still dripping down my thighs. I hear the silver bell over my clit jingle and the tick tack of my heels as I sway down the hallway. The heavy rings in my ears clunk against my collar and the many chains attached to me move over my body with each step I take. Worst of all I am forced to try to keep the fat butt plug up my ass. Russia leads me down the narrow halls while Asia follows behind pushing my butt plug back into me each time it looks like I am losing it.

"Don't worry," she tells me, "soon you will be able to keep it in all by yourself." 

When we get to the kitchen I kneel in front of the cook with my legs spread wide like I have been taught to do in front of every free person, making sure that I sit on a heel to keep the plug in my ass.

He pulls his cock out of his pants and rudely tells me to suck him off. I know that I can't refuse him and open my mouth so he can push his cock in. I begin to give him the best blowjob that I can wishing that I could cry but there really are no more tears. 

By now I know that I must please every free person that I meet or suffer the consequences. I feel his cock swell in my mouth but just before he cums but he pulls it out to spurt gobs of his white sperm over the cold porridge in the bowl that he holds below my face. The bastard puts the porridge on the floor next a bowl of water.

"There's the cream for your gruel, slave," the master sneers. 

"Do you want us to lock this slave's hands in front so she can eat, master?" Asia asks the cook in a small voice.

"No, let her eat it like the slave she is."

"Yes master," Asia answers with a hint of disgust at what he is doing to me in her voice.

I am so hungry that I don't even wait for his answer. Leaning forward I push my face into the cold bowl of mush and lick up every drop while the girls kneel at a low table to eat their breakfast of fruit and cereal. After licking clean what falls out onto the floor I lap at the water that is next to my food bowl. 

When I look up with cunt juice, sperm and porridge all over my face there is total silence in the room. 

Master is standing above me as I cower in front of the evil cook "That is not how my slaves are fed!" Master tells the man in a voice that is so quiet that I cringe at the sound of its power.

"But it is just a slave, sir," the cook answers. 

"Yes, she is just a slave and she always will be just be a slave," Master answers. "But she is a slave that I own! And you will treat her with the respect that my property deserves."

"Yes sir."

"It's too late, fool. You are fired!" 

"But, but," the man stammers.

Master leans down to lift me off the floor with his strong, gentle arms and tells the cruel cook to leave before he whips him. He then tells the girls to clean me and smiles down at me with a look that can only be the affection that an owner can have for his new prized possession. It certainly isn't love; the look he gives me makes me feel like a new car or something. Strangely, though, I feel warmth deep in my soul as I look up at my Master and wonder about the strange thoughts that I have for this powerful black man.

It's not even noon but I find myself back in the shower being washed by the girls with gentle hands. They touch me and toy with every ring and chain on my body as they suck my tits and play with my cunt while they clean breakfast from my face. 

When I am dry and made pretty again they lead me to a room where a man dressed as a doctor waits beside another examination table. He has me lie down and put my feet up into the cold stirrups. Tattoo is in the room as well to tell the Doctor what Master wants him to do to me.

"Master wants you to make this slave's lips as thick as my black ones and make her cunt lips look swollen like they have just been fucked as well."

Fearfully I look up at her to notice her lips for the first time. I see that her lips aren't so very big and she is a pretty slave. My little voice tells me that I might look just as pretty with her lips. "God what am I thinking?" I ask myself even as she goes on with Master's instructions.

"When you are done with that he wants you to use the prescription that he has given you to make her tits grow at least one cup size and make her ass bigger as well."

"I don't know where your Master gets these drugs," the man says as he puts collagen into my lips and cunt to make them look full like Tattoo asked. 

He begins to feel my tits and I wonder what he has planned now. He uses a long needle to inject a serum all around my tits and moves down to fill my ass with it as well. He pats me on my face and tells me that what he has put into me will make my slave tits and ass grow to be the size my Master wants.

"No," I wail silently. "Master can't do this to me!" But I remember last night as I play the chain in my mouth with my pierced tongue. "Master can do what he wants to me."

The doctor smiles down at me. I hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down and feel him push his cock into me. 

"I do like the benefits of working for your Master," the man says to the room as he slides his cock into my cunt. I can't help myself as I lift my legs and push my hips up to meet his every thrust and grunt out my passion as he uses me.

"This isn't me, I can't be doing this!" I try to tell myself even as I push back at every thrust the master makes trying to cum on his cock so I can have that little moment of freedom that only an orgasm can bring.

When he is done with me, and he is done way too soon, he pats me on the head, "I hope you like your new tits and ass. Your lips look so cocksucker thick and your cunt does look so used."

"Of course it looks used, you just fucked me, asshole!" I scream to myself. 

He pulls his softening cock out of me and leaves the room with his cum still dripping out of my cunt while I wonder just how big my tits will get.

When he is done using me the girls help me off the table and lead me to yet another windowless room where Tattoo sits in the darkness that only a few burning candles can make. 

"Tie her to the table," is all she says when I stand in front of her. The mysterious black woman begins to weld my golden jewelry permanently onto my body. When she is done welding she tattoos my lips a dark plum telling me that Master will like the colour as I suck his black cock or the cock of any other man he gives me to. 

My lips are so big now that I can see the purple colouring and the rings that are now so tight in my lips. I think that my lips might even be bigger than Tattoo's now. She isn't finished with tattooing me yet though. 

"Isn't she satisfied with putting a huge 'S' on my face!" I ask myself in dismay. 

When Tattoo is finally done with me my eyes are outlined in heavy black lines going out past them like Cleopatra. My eyelids are now the same colour as my lips; both sets of lips, she has even tattooed my cunt lips plum. 

Tattoo puts on rubber gloves, now, to open an ornate little jar and smiles down at me, "This cream that I have created will make your little clit so sensitive, so very swollen and so very, very tender. You won't even be able to walk across a room without feeling your clit but you will never really quite have an orgasm, you will always be aroused, wet and ready to be used," she purrs as she uses a swab to dab some of the cream on my clit and then dabs twice more at my nipples. 

I feel coolness where Tattoo has touched me and then a burning, throbbing heat. My nipples and my clit swell out so much they hurt. I need to close my legs and squeeze my throbbing clit but a stern look from Tattoo tells me that I can't. My nipples and clit are so sore that I sob at not being able to touch myself because my arms are locked behind my back and Tattoo has told me to keep my legs apart. 

"Why did I just obey her?" A small voice asks. "Because you have to." An even louder voice tells me. I am beginning to get worried about these weird thoughts in my mind; they are so very persistent that I wonder about my sanity. 

Tattoo leans forward to lick one of my slave nipples and my aching, swollen clit vibrates between my legs by the touch. I am so close to having an orgasm just from that one little lick that I wonder what will happen the next time I am used by a master.

"Will this heat ever go away?" I ask myself.

Tattoo seems to read my mind as she leans forward to breathe on my slave nipples until I am close to an orgasm again. I finally do cum as her soft breath caresses my tits while she tells me that I will be continuously aroused and always on the edge. 

"No! This can't happen to me," I cry to myself even as I enter into the mindless bliss that I have been craving since Master bought me. The first orgasm I have as a slave is given to me by Tattoo as she breathes on my nipples. I cry out in my release from reality and my body shudders in its ecstasy. 

When I come back to earth I hear her telling the girls "In an hour or two slave won't be quite so sensitive. By tonight she will just be always reminded of the three points of her life; her always aroused clit and nipples. Take her out to the sun deck. She needs to be tanned before we get to Master's island."

The girls pull me to my feet and lead me from the room but before I get even close to the door the heavy chains in my nipples and the bell over my clit give me another orgasm. I want to curse Tattoo but I can't; she has given me the only joy that I have felt since being sold as a slave, but it comes with such a heavy price.

"You'll get used to it," Russia tells me as she helps to support me.

"What!" I think, "How can anybody get used to cumming every five steps! Look at my thighs; I am wet to my knees with my own cum juices." 

When we get into the hallway I realize just how torturous Tattoo has made my life today. She has convinced Master to keep me in high heels. With each step I take I have to place each foot in front of the other rubbing my newly sensitive clit between my thighs. I try to walk with my legs apart but the girls force me to walk properly. It really doesn't matter if I walk with my legs together or apart though. The heavy chains in my nipples drive me over the edge into orgasms as well. I hope that Tattoo is right about how my hot clit will calm down. We have to walk the entire length of the building from the slave quarters through where Master lives and out across the vast living room to reach the patio and I cum again and again as I am led through the penthouse. 

When we get near to outside Russia clips a leash to the ring in the centre of my nose. "Master would be mad enough to throw us both off the building after you if you were to be clumsy and fall over the railing."

The look I give them as I stand with the leash hanging painfully from my nose tells the girls that I am not taking the cheap way out. They know now that if I do escape from this crazy life forced on me I will be alive and running like hell. They both smile at me almost with affection as they accept my brazen, silent challenge but they tell me that the leash stays attached to my nose every time that I am close to the patio. 

Russia, who is holding the leash, makes me pay for my defiance by draping the leash first over one nipple and then the other until I have yet another orgasm. This time my legs fail me. I begin falling to the floor. The strong blonde woman catches me, lifts me off the ground and carries me out into the sun to lay me on a lounge chair. Once there they sit me up to unlock my wrists from behind my back and relock them to the top of the lounger above my head. The cuffs on my ankles are used for the second time in my new life as well to lock my legs apart. They take pity on me by using the chains on my cunt lips to spread them apart, taking the pressure off my hot and swollen clit. In my daze I wonder if the girls will ever get tired of locking and unlocking me dozens of times a day.

A warm, sweet smelling oil is poured over my whole body and I almost purr at its touch.

"This potion that Master's slave has made for you will quickly heal the wounds of your piercings and help you to tan as brown as Master wishes," Asia tells me as the two girls rub the soothing balm into me. They pay special attention to my newly sensitive nipples and cunt as they massage me and smile down at me with affection as I cum again and again. When they are done massaging the oil into my so aroused body they tell me to relax until they turn me over to tan my other side. 

"Does anybody have a name in this house?" I ask myself as I fall asleep in the warm sun.

I am roused way to soon from my deep sleep in the healing comfort of a kind sun to be turned over and relocked face down. More oil is poured on my back and massaged in before I go to sleep again while wondering this time if I will ever be able to decide what to do with my own body again. 

"Prepare the slave to serve our Master and his guest then bring her to his den." Tattoo tells my girls; waking all of us from our calm naps in the sun. Her strong voice is deep and sounds African but I hear underneath the lilting tones of Jamaica and wonder about her history after seeing the voodoo figures in her room. 

When she leaves the girls lock my hands to the twin chains that hang from the front of Master's collar then lead me by the leash in my nose to a sumptuous office. The rug is so thick and plush that I have trouble walking in my heels as I am led to the huge dark wood desk in the middle of the room. The girls giggle and laugh as they make me kneel to crawl under the desk. They lock the leash in my nose to the front of it and leave me alone in the room facing Master's leather chair. I wait on my knees with my heel holding the fat butt plug in my ass and feel the heavy weight of the leash attached to the ring in my nose as it holds me to the desk. The first thing that anyone entering the room will see is my naked slave cunt spread wide by the chains in my cunt lips I realize and hang my head in shame.

After what seems a very long time Master enters the room to sit in his chair in front of my face. I hear another man enter to sit behind me. I am so embarrassed to know that the guest can see my open cunt and the butt plug in my ass as I kneel under Master's desk.

"Pull my cock out," Master tells me. "Suck it but don't try to make me cum."

With shaking hands I fumble at the zipper to Master's trousers to pull it down so I can reach in to grab for his cock. I know that the other man is staring at my cunt as I take all of Master's cock into my mouth to begin slowly sucking him. I hum on the cock in my mouth and lick at it with my pierced tongue as I have been taught. My new thick, plum coloured lips are so visible to me as they slide up and down him.

When I try pulling Master's balls out to massage them as I suck on his cock he tells me to leave them and play with my nipples instead. My face turns beet red at how utterly low I have sunk in just a night and a day as I suck on him. Not being able to help myself, I am wriggling my naked ass in open invitation at the unknown man behind me. I can't believe I am doing this. 




Slave Ch. 02



Knowing what will happen when I touch my sensitive nipples or, more so, what will happen if I don't I sob feeling like such a slut as I pull at my tits as Master orders. Soon I have a huge orgasm knowing that I am being watched as I make myself cum with a thick cock in my mouth. The butt plug in my other cunt begins to slide in and out of me as my fuck holes pulse and quiver in my ecstasy. Not being able to help myself I keep giving myself orgasms and wonder in the midst of it all just how many more I can have just by touching my own nipples. 

Feeling the fear of punishment as the plug finally starts to slide out my ass with each throbbing pulse I try to squat on my heel like before, but by doing that my mouth slips off Master's cock. He pulls my head back on himself with one strong hand and I despair at what he will do if the thing falls out. 

Just as the thick part of the plug passes my cum relaxed and stretched out other cunt hole and begins to fall to the floor it is pushed back in with a force that drives my mouth down Master's cock until I kiss the lion again and I feel the sole of a shoe as it presses against my ass.

"Your slave is new isn't she," the guest says as he taps the toe of his shoe on my ass, pushing the butt plug into my ass again and again, making my mouth slide up and down Master's cock. His voice sounds old but still has the power of a strong man. It sounds British yet underneath there is the strong accent of the Middle East or North Africa. 

"Yesterday afternoon she was a free girl. She was sold to me just hours ago if you can believe that. I even took her virginity from her last night in front of some guests and then watched as she sucked three of the men's cocks and fucked herself on the forth before licking what I am sure is the first pussy she has ever tasted." 

"She's a natural born slave, isn't she?"

Master gently strokes my hair as my mouth slides up and down him, pushed on by the shoe on my ass,"Yes she is. I bought her from an idiot who didn't know what he was selling just last night."

"We all wait a lifetime hoping to find a slave like you have found. I am envious, my friend. Is she for sale?"

"Surely you jest."

"No, I don't," the man says with a sad voice, "I'm just wishing and I sadly know that you won't let this slave go for any money. At my age a perfect, natural slave like her would be such a treat to own. I have grown weary of all the training and strong discipline that we, as Masters must dole out. I'm tired of seeing the welts and hearing the sobbing cries of new slaves that I know that this one will seldom give.

"Why just last month I was forced to order the thumbs cut from the hands of one of my favorite slaves for stealing from another in my harem. It turns out that she was falsely accused by a jealous rival for my attentions. 

Sadly, I couldn't give back her thumbs but she now has a framed picture of her accuser being fucked by a sweaty, unwashed miner in a brothel deep in the jungles of Brazil hanging on the wall of her cell. The look of disgust on the slave's face as she kneels on an earthen floor beneath an ugly, dirty man while he fucks her ass makes my pretty, maimed slave smile every time she looks at it. The sudden laughter from her when she finally saw that her accuser is now missing the thumb and first finger on both the hands sprawled in the mud was worth the cost of sending the slave halfway around the world and practically giving her away at auction."

Master and his guest then begin to talk about family and friends as people from the east will do before slowly moving on about the business of the visit. Soon I start to hear many things that shock me to my very core as I kneel, never forgotten, under the desk between them.

"Tell me; how are your sons?" Master is asked by his guest.

I sense a sudden discomfort in Master as I suck on his cock. "They have been misbehaving lately. I had to send one of my larger jets to a Greek island to pick them up along with their nearly dead slaves. I am told that if the slaves survive they will be scarred for life from the sick tortures my sons' friends subjected them to. 

"The owner of the villa, a good friend of ours, is there now paying thousands of dollars in bribes to keep his daughter and every one else out of jail. It seems her slave died at this fun party they were having. Both my sons claim they were out cruising on her yacht when all this was going on. 

"I have to believe them don't I? 

"But as punishment for letting their slaves be tortured they are to stay in their villas on my island for two weeks without the new slaves they whine for; I allow them only the servants to cook and clean for them."

"Oh dear, well I won't trouble you with the antics of my two sons then. They have told me about going to one of these parties. Is this some new fad?"

"I hope not. A fad like this could get expensive for all of us! I've already have men looking for the people responsible for starting this outrageous abuse of our property. I might even have to put the two slaves down if they are in too much pain. So that little party has cost dearly what with one and maybe three expensive slaves lost. It seems the slaves of the other people there were spared the worst but I think they may be ruined as personal slaves by the trauma of that weekend, don't you think?"

"They can't all be put down; maybe they should be sold to the factories."

Every shocking new thing I hear causes me to stop sucking on Master's cock. He reaches down each time to remind me what I am supposed to be doing by lightly slapping the top of my head. After these last comments it takes a very hard slap to start me sucking again. 

Soon the men move on to the business that brought the guest here in the first place. He is buying almost a hundred slaves from Master for resale in the East at auctions he holds at villas and estates that he owns. I have learned from the last slap to my head not to stop sucking as I hear more and more dreadful things.

The black Master, whose cock I have to keep in my mouth, is a modern day slaver who uses teams to capture or lure young women and men from all over the world into his net. As the men talk I learn that some are stalked for special orders while others are just picked at random and whisked off the street never to be seen again except by their new masters. 

Some of the slaves that the guest is buying are young men that will be taken to Master's island and turned into shemales with tits and pretty faces. Some might even still have all or part of their male sex when they are done with them while others will end up with nothing but an extra hole in their bodies; boys they call them.

The guest groans at the final price for what he is buying, "The price of the redheads has doubled since we last talked. You are killing me with these increases."

"I apologize, my friend but they have become too popular and my contacts in Ireland and Scotland where I can only find the best have asked me to stop for a while. Too many girls are disappearing lately; the public is starting to notice. I can find some in North America, but they are just not the same; it's the accent I think. A redhead from Orange County can't even begin to sound like a wee lass from County Cork no matter how we try to train her." 

"That is true."

"Have you heard from any of your clients about the new rage in the markets?"

"Oh, god, what type of slave do I have to stock now?" the guest asks in exasperation. 

"Fat, big titted, middle aged white women with round bellies and dimples in both sets of cheeks," Master laughs. "Any hint of cellulite and the woman is useless though. 

"Amusingly one of the first fat women that my teams find in this country begged them to keep her as a slave when my agents tried to release her after seeing her cellulite." The team leader had to phone me for instructions; the woman simply wouldn't leave." There is a small chuckle, "Amazingly she was still a virgin when we caught her. She sits in the slave pens in my hanger at the airport right now on a strict diet while she waits to be flown to my island as an interesting and very willing slave not knowing that she will fetch a fortune for me," Master chuckles. "Apparently she begs to be fucked every time she sees one of my staff or even a slave."

"She has lots of slave company though, my plane is full this trip. But I think she may be the only captive that isn't crying and begging to be let go. 

"The plane is so full I had trouble keeping room free for the boys that I am picking up for you in the Caribbean on the way. My staff tells me that they will be proper little shemales for you in about six months after they get to the clinic on my island."

When the men have finished their business Master sits back in his chair, touches my head and quietly tells me to make him cum. 

After all the things I have just heard today I eagerly try to satisfy my Master's every wish. Each time I slide my pierced tongue and lips up and down Maser's cock I know that my open, wet cunt and plugged ass throb obscenely in front of his guest. The silver bell jingles shrilly as it hangs from my clit each time I drive my face onto Master's cock. I can hear both of the men begin to breath heavily as I loudly suck the cock in my mouth. 

Taking a chance I pull Master's huge balls from his pants and fondle them gently in my cupped hands until I feel him beginning to cum. When he does Master pulls his cock out of my mouth to shoot streams of sperm over my waiting face with just enough of his tasty cream hitting my open mouth to satisfy my new craving for cum. I lick up what I can with my tongue but when I reach up to scoop his cum off my face with my hands he stops me.

"Crawl out from under my desk and turn to show my guest what a cum slut you are becoming."

"Anything these cruel men want from me I will do to save my life!" the tiny voice sings out in my head. I am very frightened at what might happen to me now that I have heard these men talk between themselves as if I wasn't there.

"But Master knows that I was there the whole time." The louder voice tells me and I become even more frightened.

It doesn't matter what I think; Master pushes me off his cock ordering me to crawl backwards out from under his desk and turn to show his guest the cum on my face. 

With my hands chained to Master's collar I can barely keep my face off the floor as I back out from under the desk. My nipples drag on the plush carpet with each move I make as I back out on my knees; driving me crazy each time I move to obey Master. 

"Would you like a drink to seal our deal?" Master asks his guest.

"You know what I like to drink," the guest answers as they both stand to walk to the bar across the large room.

"Of course you know that there are only two bottles of that brandy left."

"Yes, but I know that you save them for me when I visit. Sipping Napoleon's own stock of brandy that you salvaged from one of his ships sunk by the British navy is heaven to me and you know it. You can be a perfect host behind that cold shell that you show to the world."

Master just chuckles after that statement. 

By now I am out from under the desk and am on my knees facing Master and his guest showing my wide spread cunt and cum covered face to two men who aren't even looking at me. 

Knowing that I must do as Master tells me I begin to crawl across the room to where the guest is sitting on a couch as they talk. With my hands chained as they are I can only slide my body forward until I am stretched out like a cat in the sun with my ass arched high. My tits rub the carpet while I just keep my cum filled face off the floor. When I am fully stretched out I crawl forward on my knees until I can stretch out again, wriggling my ass like the total slave I have become each time until my ass catches up with my tits. I crawl across the room like a horny slut until I am licking the guest's shoe.

"Why did you do that?" a small voice asks and the loud voice doesn't answer.

He spreads his legs so that I can kneel between them and show him my cum covered face and my pierced, naked body. A ray of sun is shining through the windows on me as I present myself to the master. He pulls a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wipes the cum off my face.

"I know that you like your slaves showing how they have been used but these new trousers cost a fortune on Saville Row and I won't have your seed on them."

Master laughs at his friend, "She will probably have more on her when you are done."

When the master points at his crotch I hurry to obey him, opening his pants to pull his soft cock out and eagerly suck it into my warm mouth.

"Thank you for giving me the use of your slave but I fear that I might not get hard, being the old man that I am."

The man is so soft that I can suck his cock and both balls into my mouth. I look up at his face with my mouth full of him as I lick at his cock and hairy balls to see the passion building in the eyes that look down on me. My blue eyes look up at his dark ones while I suck at his cock with my nose buried in his pubic hair. He soon starts growing in my mouth. Each time he gets a little harder I let one of his balls fall from my mouth until I am sucking on his thick cock and massaging his balls with my hands.

"Your slave is good," the guest pants as I suck on his cock. 

"Surprisingly so," Master answers. "Take her as you want when she makes you hard enough."

"Her piercings feel so wonderful on my cock. It's been so long since I have taken a slave," the guest pants as he pulls my head onto his thickening cock. "I want to use this slave as she leans over your desk if you don't mind."

"Of course." 

The guest pulls his hard cock out of my mouth and helps me to my feet. I am so horny; I want to touch myself but my hands are locked away from my cunt as I sway across the room in my high heels, led by the master toward the desk. When I am in front of it he pushes me down across it until my tits are crushed onto the top and my clit is pressed into the front of it. When I am bent over at his mercy the master slides himself into my cunt with a long sigh. "Is this slave always so wet and ready to be fucked?" the man asks. 

"I think that this slave was born a slut, don't you?" Master says from his chair as he watches me being fucked by his guest. 

Each time the master buries his long cock into my cunt I grunt as he drives both of us to orgasm. I have cum at least three times before I feel his cock swell in me. I sense that he is about to cum himself. He pulls his cock out of me and I feel his hot sperm land on my back in long ropes of cum. Spurt after spurt falls on my back and ass. When he is done he wipes his cock off by rubbing it up and down the crack of my ass.

"It's a pity that I can't use your slave's ass," the guest says as he pushes against the plug in me with his semi hard cock. "You know how I like to fuck tight asses, especially those of young virgin men."

Master chuckles at that, "My slaves tell me that she soon will be loose enough to be used in her ass by me and then I will let anyone use all three holes. I see that you were happy with the two that you used."

"Yes, slaves do look so good covered in a master's cum, don't they?" the guest laughs as he slaps my ass

I am left, splayed across the top of Master's desk, with a man's cum drying on my back and a swollen cunt dripping my own juices down my thighs as Master and his guest continue their conversation as if I wasn't even there. I finally realize then that I am not there unless they are using me; I only exist as a place to put a master's cock when he wants to cum. The only time that Master will think of me is when he uses me or when he decides to do whatever he wants to the body that he owns. It's not mine anymore.

When the men finish talking they leave the room leaving me spread across Master's desk feeling so owned.

I'm not given a moments rest though, the girls walk in to collect me when the men leave. 

"They have used her well," Asia says as she touches the cum on my back. "Up you get. It's time for your hair appointment, slave."

Russia pulls me to my feet. I begin to whimper but she slaps my ass and tells me to get used to my new life as a slave as the girls relock my hands behind my back. They lead me back into the narrow hallways of the slave quarters to a room that looks like a hair salon. I am locked to the chair and my hair is washed by the woman waiting for me.

"How does your master want her hair done?" the lady asks my girls as she plays with my long waist length blond hair. Tattoo walks into the room as the girls look at each other not knowing what to say. 

"Master wants this slave shaved bald accept for three braids that go from her forehead to nape of her neck." 

"How very dramatic," the woman replies as she begins to French braid the three rows of hair on my head. When she is done braiding she cuts the long hair in between the braids off and shaves my head bald there. When she is finally done shaving me she is told to dye the braids the same plum colour as my lips and leave the long hair that falls to my waist the blond that it is.

"Your long, cut hair will hang from your last thick butt plug like a ponies tail," Russia tells me as she touches my new hairdo. 

I want to cry at what has been done to me in the night and day that I have been owned but I can't. There are no more tears, I know what I must look like with my tattooed face and swollen lips and I know that I look like a total circus freak now with the new hairdo that Master has ordered for me. 

When the mistress is done with my hair I am led back out onto the patio by the leash in my nose to tan in the last rays of the sun. I am laid face down on the lounger while the girls rub Tattoo's special oil onto my half bald head. They leave me there on my stomach with my hands locked behind my back and my feet locked to the lounger while they play in the pool. My head feels strange with the three lines of braided hair with the baldness in between them.

The sun finally goes down and the girls free me from the lounger to lead me into the penthouse by the leash in my nose. I follow as I must while the girls chat between themselves. They lead me back to the kitchen where the rude cook was fired for his abuse of me. I learn that Master has gone out for the night and we won't be fed by his hand in the dining room. The girls seem depressed by this but I don't mind missing more degradation. 

When we reach the kitchen I see a new cook and kneel at his feet like I have been taught to do. The man smiles down at me as he puts down plates of food for the girls on the low table that they are kneeling at. His smile gets even brighter as he shows me the banana in his hand. 

"Open wide," he tells me as he pushes the pealed banana into my mouth.

I open my mouth to accept the banana as he pushes it in until it goes down my throat.

"Do you like having your mouth and throat filled?" the cook asks me as I look up at him with soft eyes and nod my head yes knowing that is the only answer I can give. I can see my plum coloured lips as he slowly pushes the banana in and out of my mouth. 

"Good," he says, "now bite off and chew what's in your mouth. We both know that is what you have wanted to do since you became a slave."

"He is right," I think as I pull my head back to bite the fruit in my mouth and swallow it.

The cook laughs at the look on my face as I bite at the banana again and again as he pushes it into me. By the time I have finished eating the banana all three of us slaves are laughing with this new cook.

"Lock her hands in front of so she can eat," cook tells the girls. 

Russia hurries to obey and I find myself with my hands almost free in front of me.




Slave Ch. 02



"If I see you trying to touch yourself I will be forced to lock your hands behind you again," she tells me with a grin.

The new cook seems to bring a bright humour with him that we all happily share. I am actually smiling as I eat from the plate on the floor with my hands. I know that I should be crying because I am eating kneeling on the floor but this man's kindness somehow makes everything seem better for a while. 

While we eat our simple slave food he tells us that he has been Master's cook for years, looking after his son while he finishes university in Europe. The girls seem confused; Master only has two sons but now they are told of another by this happy man.  

"Do you remember when Master's tattooed slave left the island for a while years ago?" he asks the girls. 

They look at each other and look up at the cook still confused; being too young to know about what he is talking about. "Yes," he says, ignoring their looks, "he is very proud of the young man that I care for. I am a slave in my own way as I have tended to the boy while he grows to be a man."

The man laughs again and leaves us alone to clean our dishes. My girls are buzzing with this new news while they leave me to clean and dry our dishes. 

"I wonder what Master's sons will think when they hear of their new brother," Asia asks Russia.

"We can only hope that this new son is not as cruel as the ones we know."

I am still standing at the sink enjoying the freedom of having my hands locked in front of me when Tattoo walks into the room. "Master is having guests tonight, prepare the slave for them." I am starting to be frightened every time I see Tattoo, but I know that she is only doing as Master tells her like we all have to do.

The girls quickly lock my hands to the front of the gold belt around my waist and lead me out into the huge living room. In the centre there is a padded bench that they lead me to. They lay me on my back on it and begin to strap me to it. My arms are locked beneath me out of the way. The bench is short so that my head hangs down with my mouth open to be used by men and women. The girls tie my heels to my thighs with soft rope then use more to pull my knees up to my chest and wide apart. I lay on the bench prepared to be fucked by anyone who wants me as the girls leave me alone in the room.

Servants come and go as they prepare for the party but they ignore me as they go about their tasks. I feel so open, so on display as I lie with my cunt open. I can't help it but I am so wet that my juices drip down my ass onto the leather of the bench I am on. My mouth is as open as my cunt and I crave to have them used by some master or mistress. 

"How can you think that you little slut," my small voice screams in my mind.

"Just fill my holes!" the other one yells with the lust that I feel.

It seems like hours but it can't be that long before people start coming into the room. They laugh and talk and occasionally someone will caress my naked body. Many of them take delight in pulling on the chains all over me and jingling the silver bell on my clit. As the night goes on people touch me just enough to keep me on the edge of an orgasm. The women look down at me with lust in their eyes as they play with my clit and pinch my nipples while the men touch me everywhere and push their fingers into my cunt treating at me like the slave I am. 

At last, late in the night, a woman pulls up her skirt to sit on my face while a man pushes his cock into my cunt. I lick at her pussy with each thrust the man gives me. When they are done with me they walk away leaving my face covered in with pussy juice and my cunt filled with the man's cum. 

People begin to use my body more often as the night goes on. Long ropes of sperm land on me as I lick at every pussy put over my face and suck every cock that is pushed into my mouth. Soon my cunt is so filled with cum that each time a man pumps his sperm into me it just flows down my ass onto the leather bench I am strapped to. I am covered in cum and my face is so wet with pussy juice as I lay there as a toy for Master's guests to use as they please. 

A beautiful woman looks down at me while I lick at her hairy cunt to ask if I like what is being done to me. I can only nod my head yes as she cums on my face; I am not allowed to say no. When she is done with me she looks down at me with a sneer. "You are such a little slut aren't you?" she says as she walks away missing the small nod I give her.

I can only nod my head yes at her back and try to hold back a sob as a new man pushes his cock into me and yet another woman sits on my face. My tears mix with the wetness of the new pussy on my face as the man fucks me. I can't help myself, every time a man fills my cunt I tilt my hips up as best I can to urge him to fuck me harder even as I stick my tongue deeper into the pussy on my face. 

On dares from the people around me some of the women even begin to lick at the cum flowing out me, but they never touch my clit with their tongues.

It's true what that mistress said to me; I am a slut. I know now that I always will be a slave and I am strangely proud at being called a slut as I feel the chains on my body and hear my silver bell ring out as another man pushes his cock into my cunt while I rub my pierced tongue and lips into the pussy above me. 

The night is endless. I am used by the men until I am full of their cum and my face is covered with the juice of the women. Some men don't even fuck me; they just have the girls and Tattoo or even their lady friends stroke their cocks until they cum all over my body. 

The party turns into an orgy with the masters and mistresses tearing their expensive clothes off each other. I hear the grunts of passion as the girls and even Tattoo are used by Master's guests. There are loud shrieks from the women as they play in the pool with the men and I am used again and again by anyone who wants to until the sun comes up.

I finally fall asleep after the last guest leaves. Much later I am shaken awake by Asia as she releases me from the bench. When she has me standing with my hands locked behind my back again I look down at myself to see dried cum all over my body. I want to cry at the sight, but I can't, even as I smell the scent of countless women's pussies on my face.

Tattoo leads us to our cell to chain me on my mat and lock us in. I see that all of us are covered in dried cum as we are led to our cell. 

I wonder where Tattoo sleeps at night as she leaves us in our cell. 

"Does Master take her to his bed?" I ask myself lying naked on my mattress feeling so very dirty with my body covered with the sperm of dozens of men and wet from as many women.

This is my second night as a slave and I cry myself to sleep while lying naked on the thin mat on the floor with my hands locked to the wall above my head feeling so sorry for myself. I have made such a big mistake trusting the bastard that sold me to my new, handsome, Master.

"Did I just think that Master is handsome?" my small voice asks. 

"Yes you did," is the answer from my loud voice as I fall fast asleep.

There are no windows in our cell so I have no idea what time it is when Tattoo wakes us. "Time really doesn't matter now, does it," my small voice tells me. Tattoo frees my hands from the wall and locks them behind my back telling the girls to wash the cum from our slave bodies. 

Tattoo looks and smells so fresh and clean while the girls and I reek from the night before. "When you are done cleaning yourselves bring the slave to my room."

The girls take me into the shower and play with me as they wash our bodies. My clit and nipples have calmed down and are finally just extra sensitive. I don't cum each time I am touched but the girls do get me so aroused that I wish that I could. They have me kneel in the shower and lick their cunts while the hot water falls on us as they wash the cum from last night away.

"Do you like licking us clean?" Russia asks me as I lick at Asia's cunt tasting the stale cum in her. There is only one answer that a slave can give. I nod my head yes as I push my tongue deep into the wet cunt above me. Asia begins to moan and pull my face into her as she starts to have her orgasm.

When she is done with me she pushes me across the shower floor so that I can lick Russia's cunt. The blond woman pulls my face tight between her legs as the water pours down on us. I taste the old cum in her as well as I bring her to an orgasm with my tongue. 

When the girls are done using me they give us all douches with the special nozzle in the shower. Turning the shower off they dry me off; leaving me needing the release of my own orgasm. 

"Get on your knees to take the final plug in your ass," Russia tells me when we are back in our room as she shows me an impossibly huge butt plug with my own blond hair hanging from the end of it. The girls giggle at the look on my face. I remember being told that the last one before Master uses my ass will have my hair in it as I slowly kneel and present my ass to her. 

Russia pours oil down my crack and pushes her fingers into my other cunt to prepare me for the huge plug that she holds. Yesterday's doesn't even begin to compare with what is pushed into me now. They told me it would get easier each day but I feel like I am being ripped wide open again as the strong slave pushes the plug into me. When the widest part is in she pushes it home until I feel the base against my quivering ass but this time my aching sphincter doesn't slide down to a narrow neck; it stays spread open almost as wide as the main part buried deep in my ass. The pain of being stretched so wide doesn't go away with this butt plug; Russia holds it in me until I seem to get used to what has been done to me while Asia strokes my face trying to calm my sobs. When the girls finally help me to my feet I bend over wincing at what is being done to me. Doing a little dance in my high heels I wriggle my ass trying to get used to the feel of a telephone pole in me. That's when I feel my own thick, long, blonde hair brushing the back of my legs as it hangs from my ass like a tail, reminding me what they have done to my head, and making me sob again.

"Do you think you are full now?" Asia asks me in her quiet little voice with a smile on her face.

I vigorously nod my head yes hoping to avoid any more surprises, but there is more. As Asia walks behind me my loud voice cries out, "There is always more in this madhouse!"

"These people own you forever and there will always be more," my small voice whispers, "you will see."

Asia comes back in front of me holding a very large plastic egg, "You do know what this is, don't you?"

I shake my head no, simply denying that this can't go on.

Asia slaps my face with her free hand. She slaps it lightly but I understand and sadly nod my head yes; I am not allowed to shake my head no. 

It is a vibrating egg and she plans to push it into my cunt. I am already so full with the butt plug; I really don't want anything else in me.

"Bend your legs and squat with your knees spread," Russia tells me, "we will put it into you with you standing."

She supports me from behind while Asia pushes the egg deep into my cunt. I feel its thickness pass the plug in my other cunt and know that I don't have to worry about it falling out of me as long as my tortured ass can keep the pole up my ass in.

When I am standing straight again Asia shows the remote control that she has in her hand, "Do you know what this is?"

I shake my head no to get another slap from Russia.

Asia turns a knob and I feel a throbbing deep in my cunt. I push my hips forward without thinking in my surprise at what I feel. 

Asia smiles at me, "If you like that there's more," she chuckles.

"See, there always will be more; accept it. You are a slave now and forever," my loud voice crows proud at her prediction.

Asia turns another knob and the plug in my other filled hole begins to vibrate as well.

"Now we will take you to the slave that waits for you," Russia says as she locks a smaller leash not to my nose but to the ring in the tender skin over my clit. The light weight of the thin chain that pulls down on my most sensitive part drives me crazy with pain and a not so secret delight. The chain and the silver bell hang over my clit to excite me as the toys vibrate inside me and I want to cum but it is never enough. 

I am so aroused as I am led out of the room by my clit with the vibrators humming deep inside me and taken down the narrow halls of the slave quarters to Tattoo's room. With each step I take in the high heels that they make me wear I try to make myself cum by squeezing my thighs together but the walk is too short.

"Get used to being led this way," Russia whispers to me as she plays with me by very gently pulling on the leash making the bell on the ring it is attached to tinkle loudly. I feel the pain and quickly follow her as she pulls on the slender leash "Master might not be as kind as I am today when he parades you naked in front of hundreds of people."

"What!" both of my new voices yell in my mind. I am getting worried about having two different voices there while I am not even allowed speak even one word. 

I am left frustrated and unable to cum by the pain in my clit as I am led into Tattoo's room and forced onto her table once again with the two intruders in my body driving me insane but never giving me the release that I need so bad. The room I am in does has a voodoo look to it. I am right about when I heard that trace of the Caribbean in her voice. 

"What is she going to do to me now?" I ask myself as I lie down and spread my legs to show Tattoo my open, dripping cunt and plugged ass while Russia locks my hands to shelves attached to tables by my side.

Tattoo walks into the room and puts her hands on me, "Please turn off the vibrators," she tells Asia. "We need her steady. I don't want this slave cumming every few minutes while we make her prettier."

"Every time Tattoo says that she is going to make me prettier I end up looking more like a circus freak," I think to myself, but I lay there quietly without struggling at her words. What else can I do? I am always chained and I can't stop them from doing what they want to me.

"Someday I will escape." I think to myself as I look up the slaves around me and suck on the chain in my mouth. I can't help doing that; it's always there. I think of it is something that Tattoo has given to me to constantly reminding me to never speak again.

The girls begin to work on my fingernails as Tattoo continues to touch my body; admiring her work so far. Her hands roam freely over me, touching me everywhere. 

"Your tits are getting bigger," she tells me as she plays with tight chain between my nipples. 

She's right, yesterday when I was lying in the sun there was slack on the chain. I moan at what is being done to me.

"Don't worry," she tells me, "when they finish growing I will weld more links to the chain to ease your nipples."

I actually want to thank her for that kindness as I lie on her table feeling her hands on my body; they touch each ring and chain and caress my new fat lips. She looks at the tattoos on my face and chest and smiles at me, "These are healing well, slave."

While Tattoo is playing with my cunt Master walks into the room. The girls instantly get off their stools to kneel at his feet. Tattoo just looks at him and sighs, "Master," as she continues to play with me. "See how your fancy responds to my every touch," she purrs as she makes me squirm on the table with her finger on my clit. I hope that she will make me cum in front of Master but she stops just as I am close, leaving me panting on the table.

Master and Tattoo begin to talk about me as she lifts her wet finger to his mouth to give him a taste of me. I feel that I am not even there as they as they discuss about what has been done to me and what will be done with me when I am taken to Master's island. I hear them talk about shortened tendons so I can't walk without heels and things they want done to my face and body by the plastic surgeon. The thing that scares me the most is the hysterectomy I am to have. 

"I won't have her occasionally unavailable," Master tells Tattoo.

"Yes, like all your slaves, that will be done to her."

"Are you happy that I waited a little while before I had you fixed?" Master asks Tattoo. She leans against his strong body, "Yes, I look forward to seeing my son for the first time."

Master just says, "Pierce her thighs like the sides of her body," and walks away.

"Yes Master."

Tattoo turns to the girls when Master leaves the room, "What are you kneeling there for! Finish her nails! Bring me my piercing tools!" she tells them in a quiet, strained voice.

The room is quiet as the girls glue inch long nails to my fingers while Tattoo gives me more piercings and laces them with even more ribbons. I look like I am wearing a corset from my chest to my knees now.

Tattoo pours special oil from an ornate bottle over my body telling the girls to rub it in. She has them turn me over to do the same with my back. "Now take her out to tan." She tells them.

The girls lead me out by the clit leash to the sun deck and lock me to a lounge chair to bask in the sun while they play in the pool. I actually drowse off in the warmth of the sun after a while. Every once in a while I am woken by the girls as they turn me over. I feel like something in an oven but the sun soon calms me back to sleep each time. 

I am kept in the sun all day and almost feel normal as I lay with my arms and legs locked to the corners of the lounger. When the sun gets lower in the sky Tattoo joins the girls in the pool. I am hot and sweaty and I know that I smell like a cat in heat as I listen to the girls and Tattoo play in the cool water. They scream and shriek as they play a game of 'lick my cunt'. One of the three slaves will lie on her back in the water and play with herself while the other two fight to be the one to lick her cunt and make her cum. 

I lay chained in the twilight as I listen to the girls play in the water. I hear Tattoo squeal when Asia catches her in a corner of the pool to lick her cunt and give her an orgasm.

Tattoo pants hard and holds Asia's head to her cunt to shout out, "Oh, you slut, you," as she cums on the girls face. When she is done she playfully pushes the little girl away yelling, "Next!" And the game begins all over again. 

When the sun sets Tattoo gets out of the pool with a smile that says that she has lost more often she has won on her face. "Master has two guests tonight, make the slave ready. Take her to the second bedroom for their use." 

I am led to a large room with a huge bed in the centre and made to keel just inside the door above a ring in the floor that my leash is attached to with my hands locked to the chains on my collar so that I can hold my tits up offering them to any master to use as they please. The egg is pulled from my cunt but the plug is left in my ass so I feel my own hair on my legs. I dare not move even an inch as I kneel with the chain in my clit holding me locked to the floor. Hours later two men come into the room to use me as they want. They use the key that they have to free me from the floor and take me to the bed. 

Hours later, when they are done with me, they leave me lying on the bed covered in their sperm and needing to cum myself. I cry at being so used, so given like a whore to strange men for their own pleasure; men whose names I will never know.

"You liked those men using you, didn't you," the small voice says as I push my crotch up into the air in the empty room, wanting more.

"No, fuck you!" my louder voice cries even as I lie on the bed with the cum of two men oozing out of my wet cunt and drying all over my tits and face. I feel so very used; so slutty and wet. I want to touch myself to give myself some release but my hands are locked away out of reach like I know that they always will be. 




Slave Ch. 02



The girls take me from the room and lead me back to our cell and make me lay on the thin mat that is mine. I feel filthy as I lay naked with my hands locked to the wall behind me. Hoping that the girls will clean me in the morning I fall fast asleep, naked on the mat with my thick butt plug still in my ass.

When I wake the next day I lie waiting for the girls to free me as I lick at the dried cum on my face. I wonder how many days that I have been kept as a slave as I taste a man's cum in my mouth.

"Is this the third day of my slavery or the second," I ask myself. 

I have actually lost count. 

"Do you really need to know what day it is anymore?" the small voice asks me.

My loud voice is silent; it doesn't matter what day it is, does it. I am either awake or asleep; there are no more days of the week when you are a slave.

Much later Tattoo unlocks the door to our cell and releases my hands from the wall to lock them behind my back as I lay on the thin mat on the floor. "This slave smells like the slut she is. Wash her," She tells the girls and leaves us with the door to our cell open.

My life as a slave continues with the girls wiping my ass for me when I am done and showering the cum from my body.

I feel so helpless feeling the plug in my ass with my own long hair brushing across the backs of my legs as I am led out of our cell by the girls and down the hall to be fed on the floor by the cook. 

"At least I can have my hands locked in front of me," I think as I use them to scoop up the gruel from my bowl. I am thankful that the cream covering it is just that, cream.

The days wear on as I begin my life as a slave. I hardly see Master at all; I only see the men and women that he gives me to. They use me as they wish as I am forced to give my body to them. I not allowed say no to anything they want. The women are harder on me than the men when they use me with their strap on cocks. The only hole in my body that they can't use is the one that is filled with the fat butt plug with my long blond hair hanging from it. I actually begin to hope that Master will finally take me there so that I can give these masters and mistresses my whole body.

Finally, at the end of a long, boring, day lying in the sun Tattoo tells me that Master is waiting in his room for me. My nipples are instantly hard at the thought of being used by my Master and my cunt becomes so wet. Tattoo pulls me to my feet and can't help herself as she touches my excited body. She pulls the plug from my stretched ass telling me that I won't need it tonight then leads me to Master's room by the chain on my cunt. She locks it to a ring by his door and knocks leaving me standing alone in the hall holding my tits up so he can see them when he opens the door. I wait for the door to open feeling the weight of the chain on my clit as it holds me there, locked to the wall. Every once in a while I move to make the silver bell tinkle hoping that Master will open the door soon.

When the door finally opens Master laughs when I try to kneel at his feet. The pain of the leash in my clit keeps me standing and I shout out my surprise. He unlocks me from the wall to lead me into his room. When we are in the centre of the room Master unlocks the leash from my clit and leaves me to stand naked in front of him. Master sits on a couch and leans back on it, "Show me your body!" he tells me as he looks at me. 

I don't know what to do. I show him my tits and make my nipples hard with my chained hands but I see that he still isn't happy. I spread my legs and squat to show him my cunt and shake my bell and see him smile at me, "That's better but not good enough," he says as he stands and walks toward me. When he reaches me he unlocks my hands to relock them to chains hanging from the ceiling. I hear the sound of a motor and my hands are pulled above my head until I am just barely on my toes, even in my high heels.

"You have been such a good slave. I can't believe how good you are. The last ones were covered in whip marks from their feet to their necks by the time they got to where you are. I am disappointed, I like whipping my slaves just a little bit."

"There is always more," my little voice tells me as I hang waiting for what I dread to happen next."

"Yes, there is; quit being right you little bitch!" my loud voice cries as Master picks up a cane and swooshes it through the air.

Master puts his mouth next to my ear, "I will fuck your ass when I am finished caning you and use the body I own!"

When the first blow of the cane hits me on my ass I scream as loud as I can even as I feel the welt it gives me rise. I scream again and again as the cane lands on my defenseless body until I am covered in red welts. When he is done with me even my tits have welts. He lowers me to the floor and takes me to the bed where, after locking my hands to it, he uses my other cunt for the first time. After he cums in me he makes me suck his cock clean. I taste my own darkness on him as I lick and suck his cock until he is hard again and he fucks my cunt; not caring whether I cum or not. 

When Master is done with me he has me stand with his sperm dripping out of my holes and down my thighs with my hands locked behind my back again. There is cum on my face and slave tits as well. Attaching the tiny leash to my cunt he leads me out to the front room where I see the three other slaves waiting for us. They are all standing in high heels with their hands locked behind their backs with ball gags in their mouths and chains between their ankles. Leashes hang from their collars. The body guards soon have me gagged and chained like the others except for my cunt leash. 

Master gathers all of our leashes and leads us out the door to the elevator. The body guards follow with their hands way too close to where I know their guns are. When we leave the penthouse I become nervous at being naked and looking like the freak that I am in public; I am used to parading around in Master's apartment naked in front of his servants but now I am out where anybody can see me and know me for what he has made of me. I have become comfortable with myself being naked in Master's penthouse, but I know what I look like as I wait behind Master for the elevator to open beside three other slaves with my thick lips and my tattooed and pierced body dripping cum from my cunt and ass with saliva running down my face from being gagged as I stand behind the handsome black man that owns us. 

When we enter the elevator I expect to see his finger push one of the buttons for the parking garage levels so that he can leave the building with his slaves naked but unseen but he pushes the one for the lobby. 

"He can't do this to me! I am covered in red welts from being caned and his cum is flowing down my thighs!" my small voice shouts as the elevator sinks to the lobby. 

"Of course he can!" the loud one tells me as the doors open to a lobby filled with hundreds of people on this busy Saturday night. 

"Now strut your stuff. Act like you are owned by the black man who holds your leash, you slut!" the loud voice yells.

I feel so owned, so abused and so much a slave as Master leads us across the lobby. I feel every hot welt and every chain on my body and know that everyone who sees me knows that Master has just fucked me. His cum is still leaking down my thighs. 

Because of my shorter chain I can't see the three other slaves behind me as Master leads us. I hear the sharp tick tack of our heels on the marble and the drag of our ankle chains on the floor as we follow Master through the lobby with every person stopping and staring at our nakedness. We must be quite a sight with ball gags in our mouths and our hands locked behind our backs as we follow Master on our leashes. Every eye must be looking at where my leash ends. I wonder why no one phones the police. 

"Master pays enough for his apartment that he can do what he wants when he leaves," my loud voice tells me.

I know that there is only one way to get through the humiliation of what is being done to me. I hold my nearly bald head high and throw my shoulders back to shake my new bigger, pierced, tits while walking proudly through the lobby being led by a chain from my cunt. I sway my ass and show the people my filled other cunt with my long blond hair swaying on my legs as I follow Master like the slave that I am. I can't help myself, I stick my pierced tongue out at every man and woman that stares at me and shake my tits even more. I am actually proud to be owned and displayed as Master's slave with his tattoos on my face and between my tits. 

"It feels good to be owned, doesn't it?" my loud voice asks me. 

"No, yes!" my small voice yells even as I shake my tits at a woman who turns away in disgust at the sight of me. "She has cum running down her thighs!" she tells anyone who will listen.

It doesn't matter, I feel pretty the way Master has made me look; I have to. My lips are thick and perfect and just the right colour to suck a man's cock and my silver bell rings out so nice and loud above my cunt lips as I walk.

When we get to the doors the body guards open them to lead us across the sidewalk to the limousine that waits for our Master. I feel like the total slave I am as I crawl into the car in front of Master and kneel, wagging my plugged ass at the people looking at me as the other slaves crawl into the car after me. When Master gets into the car he pulls his cock out of his pants and removes my ball gag. I calmly begin to suck on him as people watch before the door is shut.

"Don't make me cum, slave, I just want you to keep me hard for the drive," Master tells me. I nod my head yes as I look up at his eyes with his cock deep in my mouth and slowly slide it into my throat to kiss the lion. Master idly plays with the three braids on my head nearly bald head with his hand as I continue to lick and suck him while we are driven to the airport.

When we are finally close to the airport Master pushes me off his cock. I kneel at his feet with the other slaves feeling my sore mouth as I watch him go soft enough so that Tattoo can put his cock back ion his pants for him. 

We don't go to the main terminal but to a huge hanger out on the edge of the airport. As we drive up a small door in the massive building opens to let the limousine in. When we are inside the door to the car is opened for us so we can follow Master out. 

I find myself in hell looking up at the biggest plane that I have ever seen being loaded with cages designed to fit the belly of it; each one is holding screaming girls and a few men inside them. The pleas of shrill voices begging to be let go is deafening as Master leads us to an elevator that takes us to a glassed in lounge above us. I am thankful for the silence when the elevator doors shut us in. 

When the door opens I see two tall black girls that only can be twins slink toward Master with the grace of cats. They kneel at his feet and rub their bodies on his legs. I am so surprised that it is a while before I see that their faces really do look like cats with whiskers and faces altered to look like jaguars. They have red contacts in their eyes that have vertical slits in them like a cat. They purr loudly at Master's feet as he walks across the room to sit down. He pats their heads and plays with their tits as the girls and Tattoo are freed from their chains and gags while I kneel in front of him; always chained. 

Master soon tires of the Jaguars and swats them away. He sees my wide eyes as one of the Jaguars crawls to sniff between my legs and begins to lick his dried cum from me while the other rolls on her back and plays with her open cunt. She dips her finger into her wet hole and brings it to her mouth time and time again as she purrs contentedly while feeding her own juices to herself. 

"Do you like my animals, slave?" Master asks me as I watch the one who is licking me crawl to lick her twin's cunt. "All my animals except for these two are castrated, with the males missing their balls and the females missing their clits. But I love to watch these two cum on the floor at my feet. I even use them from time to time." 

I can only nod my head yes.

"Come, and watch my plane being loaded," Master tells me as he lifts me to my feet by my collar and leads me to the window. There is a chain hanging from the top of the window that he locks my collar to. 

Master's hand runs up and down the welts on my slave's body, making me wince with each bump then he plays with a nipple, making me shove my chest out and groan in pleasure, "Aren't you happy that you are up here with me as my fancy rather than down below being loaded like cargo?"

I agree with him; I am happier up here, even though I am altered forever, than sitting naked locked in a cage to be loaded into a plane wondering what has happened to me and who will own me. Some of the pretty young girls and boys sit in their cages crying with their heads in their hands while others stand and shake their cages in a mad rage, yelling at the handlers as they ride up the conveyer belt into the plane.

"Would you like to hear my new slaves as they are being loaded into my plane?" Master asks me even as he touches a switch on the wall. Instantly the room we are in fills with the shrieks and cries of woman's voices as they plead to be let go and the loud curses of the men as the cages slowly move up toward the planes gaping cargo door and disappear inside. 

Master feels me shudder at the sounds I hear, "I used to drug them before loading," he whispers in my ear, "but now I know that the experience of being loaded into a plane and taken from the life as they knew it helps to start breaking them into the new life that I and their new master's will give them. Look at the men as they struggle in their cages; they all have erections. If we were closer you would see that most of the girls have very thick nipples and wet cunts as well." 

Master leaves me at the window wondering at the truth of what he has said. 

I still wonder about what has happened to me since Master bought me, but at least I know it is my own fault as I look down at the misery below. There must be two hundred cages being loaded onto the plane with the last twenty going on empty; waiting for the boys from the Caribbean and South America Master tells me. But there is one final cage going up which has an obese middle aged woman in it with her hand rubbing between her spread legs. She is fingering her cunt as she is being carried up the moving ramp to the plane. Every few seconds the fat new slave looks toward the cargo door and fingers herself harder. The closer she gets the harder she rubs herself until, when her cage finally enters the plane, she comes with her mouth wide open and her body shakes in an orgasm that flops her huge tits around on her chest.

The girls come to stand beside me as I stand chained in front of the window. Asia points out Master's logo on the tall fin of the plane to me. It is a black circle with a gold lion in its centre just like the one tattooed between my slave tits. The lion on the plane has red eyes like Master's Jaguars, though. The black circle sits above a thin white line. I don't need to be told what the white line means after seeing all the young, mostly white, girls and a few men as they rode up the conveyer in their cages to their fate.

The girls begin to tell me stories about Master's island state and how he is given diplomatic immunity wherever he goes in the world because of the size of the island chain he owns and what he sells to the men and women that run the world. He can do whatever he wants in the homes he owns throughout the world. They tell me that Master has a fleet of planes to ferry the hundreds of new slaves he has captured from airport hangers everywhere, just like the one we are in now. I am shocked when I hear the names of presidents, prime ministers and businessmen and women that own slaves. I had no idea that slavery has never been stopped; the colour of the slaves just changed; it is whatever the new owner wants.

"Do you understand just how powerful our Master is? Russia whispers in my ear. I nod and suck on the chain in my mouth as I look at the silver plane filled with miserable, crying women and men.

"He owns everything that he wants." 

I see that the entire top half of the plane is for Master and his personal slaves while the cargo hold below is filled with cages, each one holding a brand new slave on their way to the auctions of the East to be sold to whoever wants them. Some might even get lucky and be bought by a master from here; the country they came from while others may end in some brothel in a jungle somewhere on their knees like the girl I heard Master and his guest talk about. I hope that the floor between us and the new slaves is soundproofed so we can't here the cries from below as Master takes us all where he wants. 

"Master has found that being loaded into the plane like this shows them what to expect in their new lives. They learn right away that they no longer have any control over their lives, or their bodies" Asia tells me. "When they are inside they are given drugged water and food to calm them for the long trip ahead of them." 

I can only nod my head as I watch the handlers close the cargo doors knowing that I, too, have lost control of my life and body just like them, but I will be riding on the same plane as those miserable slaves without the calming drugs.



Slave Ch. 02



A new year had come. My life, did I even have a life? I didn't even know. There was no use pondering it. I was lying on the bed sweating and breathing hard, my orgasm came and went. Daddy was putting back on his clothes. Man this guy could really fuck. But of course he was the only man I ever knew. The rest were the girls. 

"Ok get up and get dress and cook me some dinner!"

"Yes daddy."

I put on my French maid outfit and got dinner going. It was like this every day. It feels so good and yet there's another part of me who I can't describe it but there's something.

We started eating. After taking a few bites I spoke to daddy. "Um Daddy, we're running low on bread."

"And you waited till now to tell me that! Bitch, you realize that I had a sandwich this afternoon, right!?" 

"Yes Daddy, I'm sorry."

"You what this means, right Christina?"

"Yes Daddy."

Once dinner was finished I went to change into my naughty school girl outfit. Once I was tied down Daddy lifts up my skirt, revealing my sexy lacy panties. He pulls them down and touches the branded letters delicately.

"Such a lovely ass, it's a shame I have to do this but then again you like it, don't you." 

"Yes Daddy, I love it."

He begins beating my ass hard which made me moan in pain and some pleasure. 

"Man you love this you horny bitch! I'm gonna have to deny you tonight but tomorrow I'll give you a long hard fuck."

After he was done I was chained up again. 

The next day I began doing the same thing. Daddy had gone to the store and bought bread so I could make him some toast. 

There was a knock on the door and Daddy went to the door.

"Hello Earl," Eva said.

"Ah girls, you've arrive just in time for brunch."

I knew who he was talking about. They are the only three girls who came over here most of the time and I was right. Eva, Blue and Blondie were here.

After breakfast I cleaned the dishes while Daddy and the girls talk and laugh. Once again I get that feeling but I have no time think, my only concern is get my work done.

After the work is done Daddy gives me the slow hard fuck he mentioned to me last night. The girls were watching and waiting to take their turn. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" He cried.

"I'm gonna cum really soon," I cried. 

I could hear Blue giggling. "What a whore."

"Yeah, she loves it all!" Blondie agreed. 

I could fill it now as Daddy pounded me faster and harder. "UGH, UGH, OHHHHH, THIS IS IT, AHHHHH!" Daddy gives me three more poundings before he came and pulled out of me nice and slow. 

As I was catching my breath I look up and see the girls all fully aroused. They were ready but they had to decide. They played rock-paper-scissors and after a minute Eva was the winner. 

I was ordered to crawl to her, after that she ordered me to turn around. Eva starts off by giving me a rim-job. Once Eva was done Blondie got started, she had a dildo strapped to her crotch. She took me anally. Blue took over afterwards but as time went on she became frustrated because I couldn't cum. No matter what she tried I just couldn't cum. Maybe I was just tired or maybe....

"Ha, you seem to be losing your touch, Blue," Eva laughed. 

Blue was pissed off and she took it out me. She starts slapping me and then punches me in the stomach.

"Stupid whore!" She hissed and left me crying in the room while Eva and Blondie laughed and then left. 

Daddy didn't give me any sympathy either. He chained me up again. 

It wasn't until one in the morning that he let me out. He wanted me to watch a movie with him. I finally got a chance to eat. 

About two in the morning, Daddy fell asleep. I just sat there watching the movie but then a thought popped in my mind. I would watch something I wanted to watch for a change but I had to do it quick and quiet, I didn't feel like getting yelled at and hit. I had to move slowly because Daddy still had the leash and the moment would wake him. As soon as I was in range I seized the remote and flipped to the next channel. What was on was a show about a heroine standing up against oppression. I was so captivated that I was no longer worried or didn't care if Daddy woke up. The show lasted for an hour but there would be an episode tomorrow night and I was excited but then my heart sank, I couldn't watch TV unless Daddy was watching.

I suddenly heard moaning. Daddy was waking up. I quickly pretend to be asleep. He wakes me up and takes me by my leash to the basement. Before I was secure he told me that the movie was coming back on tomorrow night and he was going to watch it. As soon he left I smiled. Perhaps if he fell asleep again I would be able to see my show again. 

The next day came and once again I do my chores. Daddy was silent as usual and I was silent. We never really talked and if Daddy spoke it would be usually yelling or a good job I've done or something sexual especially when he fucked me. 

Three hours later I was finger fucked and then locked up again. Four hours later I was let out again to cook dinner and afterwards I was locked up again. Another few hours later I was let out to watch the movie with daddy. 

The movie was boring but the only thing that kept me from falling asleep was hoping that Daddy would fall asleep so I could watch my show. I watched him as many times as I could and I saw that he was slowly falling asleep. A few seconds later he was asleep but I wait patiently, the show wasn't on yet so I take my time taking the remote. It was good that Daddy didn't remember where he put the remote so I had nothing to worry about. 

When the show came on I was once again captivated from what I saw and then I had a feeling, I didn't know what it was but it was like something snapped in me. Once the show was over I fell asleep but was awoken when Daddy woke. I was locked up again but this time I was surprised because he told me he was going to watch another movie tomorrow night. I had to see that show again because it was the last episode. 

The next day I awoken to giving Daddy a blowjob and then he took me in the shower and afterwards I cooked him breakfast, the day dragged on as usual. 

Night came and we were watching the movie but this time Daddy didn't fall asleep which really upsets me but then five minutes before my show went off he fell asleep just like that. I didn't wait at all to seize this moment. I got right to the part where the heroine completes her task and I was happy despite the fact that I didn't see the whole show. The strange feeling I'd been having was becoming ..... A hand grabbed my hair.

"You bitch, how dare you disobey me!" Daddy roared. 

"No, I didn't, your movie went off!"

"LIAR!"

He slaps me and turns off the TV and pulls the chain which choked me. I received a horrible beating from the whip and then placed me in my cage.

"You're my sex slave and I'm your master, you will do what I tell you, understand!?"

"Yes."

Slap "Yes what?!"

"Yes Daddy."

With that he leaves. 

I sat in my cage crying and then my mind was focus on the heroine from the show I watched and felt calm and happy. But that was just a show but then that strange feeling I had started to emerge. I decide to ignore it and go to sleep. That night I had a nightmare of Daddy and the three girls beating me and the others were laughing. I awoke with a fright. A few seconds later I went back to sleep and had the same dream. I awoken but this time I was not scared. I could no longer ignore that strange feeling. I knew exactly what it was. It was my longing for freedom! I will be a slave no longer, I was going to get out of here I was going to take my life back!

When morning came I showered and cooked breakfast. Daddy was still angry with me. I ordered was not to eat or drink anything for four days. I nodded and proceeded to finish cooking. Once he was out of site I smiled evilly. I wouldn't be here much longer. 

Two hours later Blue came over. Daddy was going out for awhile and she was here to watch me. 

Once daddy had gone Blue started watching TV. I went to the bathroom and came back a few minutes later. I came into the front room with two glasses filled with cola.

"Let's make a toast."

"A toast, what for?"

"It's just to celebrate life." 

"Whatever, you're weird bitch." 

I watched as Blue drank the cola. Blue was a little slow, if she paid any attention she would have remembered that Earl told me not have anything to eat or drink but like I said she was an idiot.

An hour later Blue had to go to the bathroom. I smiled evilly as she went. Of course without her knowledge I gave a certain pill that makes people have to go. Earl had been having some problems and needed it. She would be going back and forward all day long. I just hope it would take her almost an hour like Earl. I quickly grab two containers and head outside. Now seeing that this was the perfect opportunity to escape I decided not to. Earl said that he'd been watching me for awhile and it was obvious that he knew where I lived, he could easily take me captive again and I certainly couldn't have that. If I went to the police it wouldn't do any good because I didn't have any evidence and all the girls wouldn't take my side anyway so there was only one option left. I WOULD KILL THEM ALL! All of them will know what it's like to suffer! I've been abused far too long; it's time to get back what's mine!! And that's my freedom. No one would miss them; if I didn't do this they would kidnap another girl. I could not live with myself knowing that these sickos could do whatever they wanted! And wouldn't you know it; our monthly orgy was this Friday. All of them would be DEAD!

I started gathering gasoline and oil, sigh, how long has it been since I've been outside I lost track, I couldn't even see my parents faces anymore, I'm sure they were still looking for me.

I return a few minutes later and store the containers where only I had access to. It was good that Earl didn't really bother with the kitchen, that's was my job which meant that the kitchen was my domain! Perfect for my operation, there was no way I could lose. I would send all those bitches to hell where they belong! 

As I started cleaning up I gather bleach, rat poison and rubbing alcohol. All of this would take careful planning and while I was planning my vengeance I would maintain slave façade, I couldn't give them any reason to suspect. 

Friday night came at last. I made sure I wore gloves that night; I didn't want to get my hands dirty...too much. Earl came out in a suit as usual. I smirked. Enjoy this night, this will be your last night on this earth! If there was any hope for redemption then they'll have to let God handle that because they were not getting any from me! They stole my innocents so they had to pay the ultimate price! 

The twenty victims show up and Earl greeted them. "Christina, bring out the drinks!"

"Coming Daddy."

I made sure all of the food and drinks were tainted, I didn't know how potentiate this stuff was but all this stuff that's considered poison to people had to the work and if not then I had alternatives. 

I brought the drinks to them so they could toast and of course I had my own drink that was clean, I only did that not raise any suspicion. Earl did the toast and all of them drank. I brought the food out and they ate to their sick heart's content. I watch as some of them brought marijuana and pills and I smile. That would only add on to their suffering. I had nothing but ill-contempt for them. 

Time slowly went on and I watch and some of them were already getting sick. Earl was too busy being pleasured to take notice. The easy part was done now the hard part was making sure none of them got out the house. I started taking their phones while they busy getting messed up. And then I watched as Blue left. My eyes narrowed in anger so I quickly hide the phones under the sink and grab the butcher knife. I head out the basement door which I notice three months after my capture. I couldn't use the front room door because all the victims or the front door or maybe I could use the front door, I just had to get naked, that way I would be able to blend in, everyone was getting messed up so I'm sure they wouldn't notice me unless they were looking right at me. 

I head outside and find Blue trying to smoke despite being in pain. I approach her and she sees me but doesn't say anything, she probably thinks I'm one of the other girls.

"I'll help you light that," I said nicely.

"Oh thanks."

I had the butcher knife behind me. Once I was in range I thrust it into her stomach and then I push her down and put my hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream. I take the knife out and stick it in her heart. "In case you want to know why it's because you made me suffer and don't worry, the others will join you soon." I watch as she expires for two minutes or so it seem. I drag her body behind the house and then I go back in. 

I look and see that the other girls were either already passed out or still trying to pleasure each other. I just had to keep it up. I started offering the girls more to eat and drink. That's right, eat and drink up you rotten bitches, I thought.

I notice two more of them attempting to leave. Oh that won't do. I run out the kitchen and head to the basement.

"Excuse me, slut, get me a sandwich!" The messed up girl called Barbra said.

"Yeah sure but can you can help me with something?"

"Why would I help you slut?"

I look pass her and see the girls go out. Shoot! "Please it will only take a second!"

"Fine but I'll have to eat the sandwich off your body," Barbra said and gropes my both of my tits.

"Fine," I said. I open the basement door. "After you."

"You're such a polite slut."

As soon as Barbra approaches the stairway I push her down the stairs. I heard her scream and I snickered. She didn't get up but I didn't care. I go down the stairs and grab the old bat that was down there and head out. 

Once I was outside I pass Blue's body and charge at the two women. One was fondling with her keys, they didn't see me. I struck Deborah, the one with the keys first.

"What the hell?"

I struck Vicky in the face and start beating them to death. Once I was convince they were dead I drag their bodies to the same place where Blue was. I take Deborah's keys and head to her car. I look in the glove compartment and find a taser. Yeah this will come in handy. I shut the front door without anyone noticing. I head back to the basement door. Once inside I examine Barbra. Her neck was broken. I grin and spit on her. "Don't worry; the rest will join you shortly. You all will have your little orgy in hell!

I head upstairs and check on them. Earl was nearly passed out as two women pleasure him orally. I look and see Eva humping Felicity who was passed out. I bet she's necrophilia. I see Blondie lying on the sofa nearly passed out as she has Veronica pleasure her nipples. I do a count and smile all the women were here, well minus the four who are already dead. 

I head into the bathroom start running the bath water; I grab the soap and started to wash the blood off me. I put the stopper in so the water could fill up but then I see Susan who's stunned to see me washing blood off me. I waste no time grabbing her already weaken body and bash her head against the wall. I close the door and once the water was deep enough I begin drowning knocked out Susan. Once the bubbles stop I pull her out and turn off the water faucet. No use wasting water I said. I drag Susan's body out and put her on the carpet in Earl's room. There, everyone will think she's just sleeping. I flush all cell phones.

I head to the front room and see Eva getting up after climaxing to Felicity's passed out body. I watch as she searches for her phone. 

"Hey, has anyone seen my phone?" Eva asked. "Hello anyone?"

I smiled, Eva's attempts were vain. "Eva," I said.

"What?"

"Barbra's got your phone."

"Barbra? Why does she have my phone?"

"Don't know. She's in Daddy's room passed out.

Eva shakes her head. "How dare she?"

I head in the bedroom first ahead of Eva. I hear her footsteps approaching. Once she enters the room I put my hand over her mouth and get her with the taser. I do this till she's unconscious. Sorry but I can't have you die yet.

I go into the living room and hear Kat groaning.

"I'm bored! I want to dominate someone! If no one wants to do it then I'm going home!"

I shake my head. I can't have you doing that. "I'm ready to be dominated," I said.

"Oh good," Kat said.

We head into the other room. "Let me get the rope," I said. I get the nice thick rope. "Ah, what's that?" I pointed. Kat looks and I put the rope around her neck and start strangling her. Kat was struggling but it was all in vain. Twenty minutes later she was dead. Yes, this was going well but my revenge was far from over.

I go back into to front room and see everyone was passed out save one woman Melissa. But she wasn't looking too good. 

"Oh, I feel so bad."

"Oh don't worry I'll help you."

"I want to go home." 

"Yeah but first let's have one more drink."

"Ok."

I head into the kitchen to get her another glass of poison. "Alright I'm back."

"Oh I really don't..."

"Don't worry every will be fine." 

We toast and then Melissa losses conscious. I take her naked unconscious body out to her car in the garage. Once she's in I start the engine and let it run and I smile. Farewell Melissa. 

I head back inside and smile at both Blondie and Earl lying out unconscious. I check them both and breathe a sigh of relief. I couldn't let them die yet.

An hour later I splash some water on all three victims. They were chained save Eva who was roped because I was out of chains.

"What? What is the meaning of this Christina?!" Earl roared.

I smiled, all that poison and he's still strong. "It's called retribution! All of you made me suffer so I'm just paying you all back. You three are the ones I hate the most. Well there is Blue but sadly she won't be joining you all."

"What do you mean?!" Eva demanded.

"She's dead, I killed her!"

"You did what?!" 

"Yeah I did it and so many others and hopefully the rest of them will be dead as well soon." I point my finger and they look and see Barbra. "Yeah she's dead."

"How could you do this?" Blondie cried.

"Easy, once I put mind to it. Sure I'll have nightmares one day but it's all about survival. You all took away my innocents, made me a whore! I'm going to kill you three, slow and painful."

"You're out of your mind!" Blondie yelled.

"Oh I'm outta my mind? You think kidnapping and forcing people sexually is good?! You all are sick! Not let's get started. I'll give you all a real lesson in pleasure and pain! It's where I feel pleasure and you all feel pain."

I take the bat and hit Earl in stomach causing him to let out an agonizing scream. "Oh, did you climax too soon. Well I can help you achieve more!" I hit Earl in the face and then the stomach and the legs making him scream. "That's right, achieve your beautiful climax."

I drop the bat and approach the iron that I had on. I take it out and look at Eva and grinned evilly. I bring that hot iron to the left side of her face. "Yeah that was for my cheeks you bitch!" I iron her stomach next. Her screaming was so beautiful. "That's right, feel it, I want you to feel it!"

I look at Blondie. She was crying and struggling to get out.

"Please, please don't this! I'm sorry, please! I'll do better! I'll be your bitch!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Blondie, I know you're sorry, but mostly because you're in my position. Did I not beg for mercy, HUH? Did I not? Well as you may recall I didn't get any so yeah."

"Please!"

I sigh and look deeply into her eyes. "Alright, I'll let you go." I unchain her and throw her weakened body on the ground. I kick her in the face and then grab the butcher knife and grab both arms and cut both wrists. I watch as she screams in pain. She was going to bleed to death and I had no single ounce of sympathy for her. I looked at the others crying. "Now then, I can't decide which one of you will die next. What to do, what to do? Ah yes, I have a penny. Heads is Earl, tails is Eva. Let's play." I flip the coin and it lands on tails. "Well Eva it's been nice knowing you, well not really."




Slave Ch. 02



I take the bat and strike her in the head and she stops moving. I check but to my disappointment she's only unconscious. "Crap, well Earl I guess you'll take her turn."

"No please!"

"Sorry but I think it's appropriate after all we've been through." 

I start to drag his body but he was resisting so I use the bat on his arms and legs. He was moaning in pain. "It's your fault Earl, you're a sick and perverted monster and you have to die, Simple as that." I drag his heavy body up the stairs. It wasn't as easy as getting him down here but you do want you have to do. 

I continue to drag him across the floor and then we enter the bathroom. I help him into the tub. "Take a bath," I said.

Earl started and then he looked at me. His eyes were filled with a great horror as he watches me grab the radio. I smiled evilly and nodded. He tries to get out but throw the radio into water and then..... Shock!

I head back into basement to get Eva but when I check I find that she's still unconscious. Well I guess I'll complete the final stage of my plan. It would be no fun killing her while she's unconscious. I want to her watch me kill her. 

I grab red paint and head upstairs. I start grabbing markers and begin drawing the satanic symbols all over the wall. My goal was to make this look a cult thing. I draw a big symbol on the floor and place Blue's body on it. The knife wound will make it look like she was a part of some sort of sacrificial ceremony. I draw an upside down cross and write Satan on the walls. I place candles around the huge symbol to further add on to cult deception. 

I hope on the computer and start typing letters that broadcast the ending of the world. I was a genius! I print twenty copies but then..... I am punched by Eva.

"I'm gonna kill you bitch!" Eva declared.

"Bring it tart!"

We collide and roll across the floor. I punch and head butt her. She shoves me against the wall. I struggle but she had me pinned.

"How did you get out?"

"I bit through the ropes. I'm gonna rape you brutally and then kill you!" 

She gropes my right breast but I step on her foot and back head butt her. I slap her. I was about to land another blow but grabs my arm and then grabs my other arm and we fall down. She has me pinned and kisses me. She begins trying to thrust into me but I'm able to bite her tongue as it enters my mouth. I punch her again and again but she knocks me on the bed. 

She gets up but I'm faster and hit her with the pillow hard, knocking her down. I quickly reach for the drawer and pull out a 9mm pistol. I went to the firing range before so I knew how to use one. Melissa had one in her glove compartment, good for her.  

As Eva got up I pistol whip her. I grab the other pillow and put it over her head. "Eva, give my regards to Satan because you're heading to his domain." I fire two rounds into the pillow and that was it. 

I sat on bed catching my breath; my horrible ordeal was nearly over. I move Laura's passed out body into the room and put a bullet in her brain and placed the pistol in her hand. That way it'll look like she killed Eva before killing herself. I did my best to give what was left of the poison to the passed out ones. Hopefully they would die soon but I was no longer going to stay. I dress in some spare normal clothes that fit me. It's seems that some of them were planning to stay over and they brought extra clothes, they came here dressed up. I wore gloves the entire time so hopefully there were no finger prints. I put on some shoes to walk around the house and place some other shoes that fit outside; I was hoping that none of this would be trace back to me. I made sure I was clean and my blood, if I had any was clean. I cleaned up some as best I could. All the evidence was flushed. I check Melissa and she was dead of carbon monoxide poisoning. Well that's that.

For obvious reasons I wasn't going to be using their cars. I knew a bus route was near because one of the girls usually took one. I check the bus schedule and realized that I have time to catch the bus so I gather enough money and leave the house. Good bye life of slavery!

I didn't know where exactly I was I was but I would find my way home. This bus would take me to station and I would go from there. 

An hour and half later I made it to my own neighborhood. I went toward my house and rung the doorbell. When my dad asked who it was I answered and I was embraced by both of my parents. I tell them everything including me killing my captives. They were horrified but knew it had to be done and we agreed to never speak about this to anyone, we would carry this to our graves. I was a part of a missing persons report and been on TV obviously but if anyone asks, I'll tell them that I was on vacation and if that didn't work then whatever. Maybe I would one day tell this story but at least I would remain anonymous. 

My new plan was go back college and become a law enforcement officer dedicated to stopping human traffickers and all other sex offenders. I would not let this sick depravity stand! I would fight! 

After an hour of embracement I head up to my room and I begin taking off the borrowed clothes, they would be burned tomorrow. I lie on the bed and with my left hand I begin fondling my tits and with my right I begin rubbing my pussy. Revenge was mine!

THE REAL ENDING 



Slave Ch. 02



Chapter the Second

Just a note: This story contains bisexual sex, fisting, bondage, piss play and more. That's why it's in the fetish section. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't read it. If it is, enjoy!

Now, on with the depravity...

As I knelt there on the piss soaked blanket in my piss soaked clothes, I tried to gather my wits, not to mention catch my breath.

Mistress Kay was putting the camera on the tripod. Deke was leaning against the wall, sweat dripping off him. "Damn, that was intense! I really didn't believe he'd do all the shit you said."

"You ain't seen nuthin' yet. Here, slave, catch!" Mistress tossed me one of the toys she had brought down with her. It was the Bam dildo, even bigger than the Holmes toy. When we had first gotten it, it was all I could do to take it. Twelve inches long and almost three thick, it ain't small. It had taken a while, but eventually I could take the whole thing with ease. This had led to fists and feet and even larger items.

But she still loved watching that huge, black cock sliding in and out of my ass. And I loved feeling it slide in and out of my ass. Since she hadn't told me to change position, I sat the Bam on the floor beneath me and slowly sat down on it, easing it into my shit chute. Deke watched slack-jawed as I buried the entire twelve inches up my ass. "Holy shit!"

"Just wait'll you see him with two fists in his ass!"

Taking just a second to adjust, I started lifting myself up and down, getting faster and harder, until I was slamming myself down onto the huge cock, sweat and piss dripping off me. My eyes were closed and my mouth was hanging open as I panted, quickly losing myself in subspace again.

When I felt something slipping into my mouth, I automatically opened wider and started sucking. I quickly recognized the taste of the John Holmes dildo, the other toy Mistress had brought downstairs. As I was fucking myself with the Bam, she had slipped on the harness. She proceeded to fuck my mouth, not that I could get much of it in. Try as I might, my mouth just didn't stretch that wide.

Deke was slowly stroking his still erect cock, taking time to rest up and enjoying the show. Mistress glanced over at him, not slowing down fucking my mouth. "Ready for another round?"

"Hell yes!"

She smirked again, then pulled her cock out of my mouth. "slave, stop fucking yourself and stand up." I quickly got to my feet, the Bam falling out of my hungry ass as I stood up.

"Bitch, lose the panties. I want easy access." I slid the soaked panties down and kicked them off. Mistress then picked them up and stuffed them in my mouth. "There. You can start cleaning the piss and cum out of them now."

I started sucking the juices from them, getting off on the kink of it. Mistress laid down on the piss soaked blanket. She actually loved the watersports as much as me. We've shared many pissy 69's. She motioned me over and guided me down onto the Holmes. She'd lubed it heavily, so it slid right in. She slammed it back and forth a few times, spreading the lube around, then slid it all the way in and pulled me down so my chest was pressed into her corset bound breasts.

Another fantasy of mine was about to come true. I've had two toys in my ass many times. But I was finally about to be properly double fucked. Deke slid in behind me. He poured some lube on his cock, then pressed it against my already stretched anal ring. I took a deep breath as he pushed, then slid all the way in to the hilt in one go.

I was moaning nonstop at that point. So many fantasies were being fulfilled on that day. There I was on my knees in my piss soaked schoolgirl outfit, my Mistress under me with her Holmes strapon up my ass, while a man I'd just met that day had his seven inch cock buried in there with it. I was so blissed out I almost let the pissy panties fall out of my mouth. Almost.

And then they started fucking me.

Oh. My. GOD.

They started slowly, finding a rhythm, then picked up speed, both thrusting in and out at the same time. I knew I'd found yet another sensation that I would want to repeat as often as possible. A year ago, I couldn't have done this. It takes time to learn to take it up the ass properly, and we had taken our time. And now I was being well and truly fucked, and loving it.

The fact that my painfully hard erection was rubbing against Mistress' corset wasn't hurting anything either.

By now they were slamming into my ass, raping me just like I'd dreamed. "You like that, don't you slut? Two cocks in your ass at once? I think we'll have to try three someday..."

I came on the spot.

"You'll have to lick that up. Mmmmmmm, harder Deke. Give this faggot's ass hell." They both somehow managed to pound my shit chute even harder. Mistress pulled my face down to hers and jammed her tongue into my mouth, still full of pissy panties. "Mmmmm." She sucked them half into her mouth. "Tasty." We somehow managed to French kiss with panties in our mouths. Still not sure how that one worked. After a while she spit them off to the side and just concentrated on the butt fucking.

That was one of the longest, most intense anal poundings I'd ever taken. It seemed to go on forever. It was actually closer to half an hour. (I checked the time on the video later.) Finally Deke slammed all the way in and held it there, shaking, as he came for the third time that night. Mistress had had at least six orgasms as she fucked me. Deke pulled out and fell down beside us on the piss soaked blanket.

All three of us were exhausted and sweaty. Tired as I was, I still knew my duty, and cleaned off both cocks with my mouth. I even remembered to lick my cum off of Mistress' corset. I sat down next to them, my ass feeling wonderfully stretched, but terribly empty. I knew that wouldn't last long, though.

I was right. Mistress sat up and stretched, eying me like a hungry cat. "slave, ass up face down in the piss, now! Deke, hand me that lube, would you?" I quickly got into position as he handed her the Fuckwater.

She poured some on my ass, then over her hand. Smirking, she glanced at Deke. "You're gonna love this."

She then proceeded to slide her right hand into my ass nearly to her elbow. Deke's eyebrows tried to climb past his hairline. "Goddamn!" Mistress just kept smirking and started running her arm all the way in and out of my ass. Deke scrambled to his feet and grabbed the camera, wanting to get a close up of this.

Mistress held her other hand out to him. "Pour some lube on my hand, please." With his free hand, he did, not taking the camera off of my stretched ass.

"Holy shit!" He was slackjawed as she slid her left hand in alongside her right. "Jesus! I've seen videos, but I always thought they faked it somehow. I cannot believe you have two hands inside that ass!"

As she plowed those two hands back and forth in my very full butt, Mistress looked up at him and grinned. "You get to go next. Hear that bitch? Deke is gonna fist fuck you next. You're going to walk funny for a week. By the time we finish with you, when you fart, it'll sound like the wind blowing through a tunnel. You're gonna have the most stretched out faggot asshole in the history of stretched out faggot assholes."

"Uhn... Sounds good to... uhhhh... me Mistress... ooohhhhhh... Use my faggot asshole ... Oh, GOD... use it anyway you want... ohgodohgodohgodohGODOHGODOHGODDAMNYESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!"

I came again.

Without warning, Mistress pulled her hands out of my ass. Deke got a closeup of my gaping ass. Mistress shifted around. "Watch this!" And just as quickly as she'd pulled her hands out, her silk stockinged foot slid into my still gaping asshole, right past the ankle. Deke was actually shocked wordless. But he still filmed all of it as Mistress slowly twisted her foot around inside my stuffed shit chute.

Now, from a submissive standpoint, literally having someone footfuck your ass is kind of a Holy Grail sort of thing. I wasn't just in subspace at this point, I was pretty damn sure I'd found Nirvana. It hurt. Of course it hurt. I had a foot in my ass, toe nails scraping around my rectal walls, stretching me in ways nature sure as hell never intended.

And I wanted more. Dear Lord, I wanted more!

"More..."

"What, slave?"

"More... Please Mistress... I want more!"

Mistress was surprised. This wasn't the first time we'd done this, but one ankle deep foot was all I could manage. But on this night, my body was on fire, and I knew that I wanted, that I needed this.

"Are you sure slave?"

"Yes Mistress! Please! I can take it!"

She turned to look at Deke. He had already put the camera back on the tripod and was lubing up his right hand. "Ok slut. You want more, you get more."

I was white knuckling the blanket, wringing urine out of it. "Thank you Mistress..."

And Deke slid his hand into my ass, not gently at all, halfway to his elbow. I screamed. And kept screaming as he proceeded to fuck his arm in and out of my massively overstuffed shit chute. I had never been so full in my life. But somewhere along the way the pain transformed into something amazing, and as the rape continued, I came again, hard.

Everything went black.

I came to a few minutes later, laying on my back on the wet blanket. Mistress was on her hands and knees beside me, Deke fucking her doggy style. She saw me looking up at them. "Oh, good. You're awake slave. Get your clothes stripped off. I'll have a load of cum for you to clean out of my pussy shortly."

I nodded. I didn't have the energy to speak. I somehow managed to stagger to my feet. Leaning against the wall, I slowly peeled off the sticky, sweaty, cum and piss soaked clothes. I left the nipple clamps on, since she'd only said clothes.

"Uhhh... Start the shower... uhn... warming up but... oooooodaaaaammmmnnn... no cleaning up... ohohohoh... yet..."

I did, then watched as Deke fucked her through three more orgasms before unloading in her cunt. Without being told, I immediately set about cleaning them both with my mouth and tongue.

Deke needed to pee again, so I got another healthy load of piss. Since I needed to go myself, they had me lie on the floor and piss on myself. I was actually ably to get the stream aimed into my mouth and was able to drink down a fair amount of it. Again, everything was videoed.

After that, we took a long, leisurely shower, taking time to clean each other off. We laughed and talked about what we'd done. It was, up to that point, the most amazing sexual experience of my life. As we dried off and threw clothes in the washer, I wondered what was next. We were done for the night, Mistress was wanting to let my ass rest up after the abuse they had heaped on it, and I couldn't argue.

Deke had to head home, but we made arrangements to get together again in a few days. He left happy, with Mistress promising to make a copy of the video for him. Mistress changed into some comfy clothes, but had me change into another one of my sissy outfits. A red fishnet crotchless body stocking, a very short cutoff denim skirt, a cut off tee-shirt, and another pair of black heels. She had me lose the panties. We were sitting on the couch watching the video when there was a knock at the door. I started to hide, thinking she would get the door. "Hold it, fag-boi." I froze. "Are you my slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Mine to command?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Then you will answer the door. You will pay the pizza boy with the money I left on the table. And for a tip you will give him a blowjob."

I was stunned. We had always been very careful to keep our private life concealed. Part of me wanted to be out in the open, but I was terrified of the consequences. But today had been replete with firsts. Just go with it, I thought, and strode over to the door.

I found out later that she had set the whole thing up with the delivery boy, not that I had a clue right then. I swung the door open and stood there in all my sissy glory. "How much?"

He was giving me an appraising look. "$15.50, ma'am." The 'ma'am' was said with a smirk. He was young, black, and good looking.

I handed him the twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change. Also, my Mistress has ordered me to give you another tip."

"And what might that be?" Going off his smirk, I started to realize he was in on it.

"A blowjob."

"I could stand to clean the pipes. On your knees, bitch." He dropped his baggy shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Hanging between his legs was a ten inch cock, long but slender, maybe a little over an inch thick. That thing was going all the way down my gullet.

So I did. I dropped to my knees and took that long black snake down my throat, right there in the door, letting that 18 year old black pizza delivery boy skull fuck his first white sissy.

And as he came all over my face, my Mistress sat there eating her pizza with one hand while filming with the other.

Later that night as I dozed off, cum drying in my hair, I reflected on the amazing day I'd had. I truly had started a new chapter.

I was a sissy cock-slut. I was a piss and cum-dumpster. I was a slave. I had fucked two complete strangers. My ass was sore, but in a way I craved.

I was happy.

I had no clue about what was to cum...

To be continued...



Slave Ch. 02



"Oh fuck, cum on me! Cum all over me!" she begged, not caring that she was in a public parking lot in broad daylight. Her hand was a blur on my dick, my balls swinging with her strokes. "I want it! Please give it to me! I know you want to cum all over these tits, and not the little tiny tits of your slave! Give it to me! I want to wear your fucking spunk! Oh fuck, cum on me, cum all over me!" she panted. She licked the head again and that was all it took. She felt my meat give a final heated twitch and she pointed it at her tits.

The first rope of cum splashed down from her right collar bone all the way across her left tit, the second coated her left nipple, the third she aimed across her chest, the fourth covered her right nipple, and the rest of my cum she let spray in powerful spurts between her tits. She stood up and stared steamingly into my eyes. That look alone was enough to make me want to cum again. She pulled her hair back into a tighter pony tail and she started walking to the store.

"Hey wait," I said, pulling my prick back into my pants. She stopped and looked, her eyes gleaming. I took in the sight of the thick white ropes of cum across her creamy light brown skin, the fresh cum glinting in the sunlight. "Unbutton your pants and pull the zipper all the way down. The tip of her tongue snaked out to wet her lips and she did, revealing the small thong of the bikini bottoms. The last bit of blue fabric she revealed was noticeably darker than the rest of the electric blue fabric, and the thin lines of the thong left little doubt she was clean shaven.

"Okay, now we can go in," I said. She damn near skipped ahead of me, her tits bobbing and bouncing ahead of her.



Slave Ch. 03



**This is a direct continuation of chapter 2. If you haven't read the first two chapters yet, go on and read those first. Don't forget to vote!**

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The clerk in Dr. Feelgood's barely lifted an eyebrow when I came in, but when Melody followed me in topless, her tits covered in cum, her jaw dropped. I looked at the clerk twice, though, taking the opportunity to stare while she was pre-occupied with Mel. She was wearing what looked like a fishnet body suit, with black electrical tape over her nipples. She had rings going through the tape and undoubtedly through her nipples under the tape. Her black skin was so dark that it almost absorbed the fishnet suit completely, making it look like she was naked behind the elevated desk. Her hair was short and spiky, one inch of it dyed blonde, the next dyed dark red, and the next was her natural black. She had a silver lip ring that matched the ones in her nipples and she looked like she was in reasonable shape.

"Ma'am," the clerk said, clearing her throat. She gave Mel a good look over, from the tips of her sneaker covered feet to the small tuft her pony tail. Her eyes settled back on the cum-covered tits that were still fresh from their painting in the parking lot.

"Yes, something wrong?" Melody asked sweetly, her hands going into her pockets. Her jeans slid a half and inch lower, showing her pussy trying desperately to swallow the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms. I got a hell of a look, too, and I felt my dick trying to throb back to life. The clerk licked her lips and she shook her head.

"No," the clerk breathed after a second. "It's just usually we don't have..." she started.

"Customers come in with cum dripping off their chest? If they do, I bet it's not from a man that they met a while ago and gave head to on the interstate trying to get here. God I'm so hot right now," Melody said, rubbing her stomach slowly. Her hands moved up to the underside of her tits to rub the cum into her skin that was slowly running down her chest. The clerk just nodded and we walked through the aisles, laughing like teenagers.

"So what are we looking for here?" Melody asked as we moved back toward the corner of the store with leathers hanging from every hook.

"Well, first of all," I said, moving in behind her. I pulled the extremely wet swimsuit off her pussy and shoved it to the side. My fingers slid up in her for a moment, delighting in her hot, tight, and soaking puss. I pulled them out, forcing a moan from Mel and I drug them up her slit, raking them along either side of her clit.

"And second?" she panted, her body weight leaning against mine for support.

"Well, I think we need some hand and leg restraints for Slave, a ball gag, and a remote control vibrator," I said like I was listing off groceries to pick up on the way home. We were quick about selecting what I wanted for restraints, but we couldn't find the vibe that I wanted. 

"Excuse me," I said, approaching the desk. The sales clerk wrenched her eyes away from Melody and she focused on me.

"Yes, something I can help you or the lady with?" she asked, leaning forward on her elbows.

"I'm looking for a remote control vibrator, the more ways it twists and turns and hums the better," I said, looking to see if they had anything like that at the counter.

"Well, we have these eggs," she said and pointed at a rack next to the counter. "But they more or less sit there and buzz. They're designed to sit on her g-spot and work their magic, and mister, I gotta tell you; they do work wonders."

"Yeah, I've seen those...there was a girl at college that would leave the remote inside one of the campus busses and let complete strangers fiddle with it, trying to figure it out," I said, my dick stirring back to semi-hardness just thinking about the little blonde slut. "But I'm looking for something 6 to 10 inches long, kinda thick, and with all kinds of moving stimulation. I want her to just look at the thing and cream her jeans over what it's going to do. Know what I mean?"

The clerk licked her lips and stood up. The body stocking she was wearing was just that. She had jeans on, but only because she probably had to. They had quite a few rips in them that were held together with safety pins and it looks like they fabric was there for flair more than function. I gave her a good look over as she turned to lead me to a display case. 

"We do have this one. It's new, and it's kind of expensive, but it'll do just that. There's a battery pack and receiver for the vibe and then the remote," she said, grabbing one from under the case, one that wasn't displayed.

The damn thing looked like a Mechanical Engineer's senior project. The whole thing looked like it grew longer and shorter by a little bit, it had three rings that looked like they turned separately from the rest of the monster, and there were some pretty good sized ball bearings that had small motors going to them. She pulled the remote out and the thing looked like it could fly a 747 jet. 

"This is the latest and greatest, the Cum Swimmer 5000," she said. She turned it on and the ball bearings started vibrating, the rings started turning and the whole thing started growing and shrinking in her hand. "If your woman can't get off with this baby in her, she's gotta be frigid," the clerk said and started playing with the buttons on the remote. It had a couple of different speeds, different functions, preset programs; the works. "Oh yeah, the battery pack has a mini vibrator in it and is designed to be inserted anally. This is the ultimate in battery powered pleasure."

"I'll take it."

Melody came up to the counter with our other purchases for the day and the clerk started ringing us up. Mel started looking bored and began idly stroking her tits.

"Miss?" she asked, not looking at the counter.

"Yes Ma'am?"

"I'm looking for something to make him come more," she said pointedly. 

"You mean like more often or just more when he does?" the black sales girl asked.

"Mmmm," Mel moaned, her hands drifting from her nipples down her stomach. "More when he does cum."

"How much do you want?" the sales girl asked deviously.

"Gallons, if I can get it," Mel said throatily, staring at me. Her fingers found her pussy; one hand held it open while the other coaxed her clit out of its little hood. The sales girl swallowed hard, not able to see exactly what Mel was doing, but she knew.

"Well, we have this, and it'll work. You won't get gallons, but each pill doubles the amount of cum he shoots. If he takes two pills it'll be triple. Stuff takes about 4 hours to work, and if he takes too much, he'll have problems, but that's listed here on the bottle."

"Throw that in, too," I said watching Melody's fingers slowly work lower and lower, teasing herself as she zeroed in on her aching pink hole.

We got our bag of goodies and Melody came hard, in the store. She turned and leaned on a display case, letting our black sales clerk watch her white pussy cum. Her legs trembled as her cunt clenched and released, a fine spray of pussy juice coated the inside of her jeans and her hands. She played herself like a piano until she came down enough to walk to the car. We hit the outside air and her nipples stiffened a little more in the breeze, the once-sticky cum hardening on her tits. Mel hiked her pants up and we got in the car. Her top came back on and she reached into the back for the bottle.

"Why don't you take a couple now. I want your slave to see how much you cum all over me. That is the plan, right? You punish her by making her watch us, and we play with the remote to keep her cuming while we fuck?"

"That's about right."

"That's so devious it's sexy. I know I'd cum watching us fuck," Melody said, her hand snaking down to her snatch. That gave me an idea that I'd have to try later.

The drive back to the apartment was quick. Jim was there waiting for us and Slave was there, dressed and trying to brush out her still-damn hair.

"Ho-lee shit," Jim said as he watched Melody walk in. "If I wasn't engaged to be married..." he said.

"You'd have to just look and watch the show anyway," Melody said, shaking her tits in her blue top.

"Jesus dude, what the fuck did you do? I've never seen her outside of a t-shirt, and now you've got her in a bikini and you've got her creamin' her pants!" Jim said, gesturing at Mel's crotch. The crotch of her jeans was darker than it was when we left the store after she blew her girl juice all over the inside of her pants. I just laughed and shrugged.

"She been good?" I asked, pointing at Slave.

"Yup, Slut's been real well. We already ate, though. I was hungry and we got pizza," Jim said. "Kris came with us, and that's the only reason Slut came," he added. I nodded.

"Well, Slave, are you ready for your punishment for lying Thursday?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir. I'm ready to accept my punishment," she said meekly.

"Good girl. Thank Jim for the pizza, go to your room and strip naked."

"Thanks for taking me out for pizza, Jim," Slave said quietly. Jim nodded and smiled and she marched back to her room. Her door remained open and her t-shirt slid off her frame, followed by her jogging pants. I noted happily that she hadn't shaved and there was a small clear-cut forest of red fur growing back. I also noted that she had neglected to wear panties or a bra, a fact that also made me happy.

"Well, Mel, time to make a girl cum until she cries," I said happily.

"Hey man, I don't mind what you do in there, just as long as it's not illegal, I don't get in trouble, and you don't break my apartment," Jim said, leaning forward to start the Playstation. I nodded.

"Just don't open the door," I said and picked up the brown bag of goodies from Dr. Feelgood's.

The door closed behind Melody and I and Slave looked concerned.

"Sir, are you going to fuck her in front of me?" she asked.

"Yes, Slave. We're going to make you watch. We're both excited about it. We want you to see every inch of me be swallowed up as it stretches her cunt. We want you to want to feel my cock buried deep inside you, but we want to remind you that you can't fuck me for another 27 days yet," I said. She looked like someone took her birthday away.

"Yes, Sir," she said, staring at the floor.

"But, in the interest of fairness, we have bought you some toys, too. This way, you won't feel as left out. Now sit here on your chair," I said, pointing at the chair at her desk. I pulled the ball gag and the three sets of handcuffs out of the bag.

"Be a good slut and open up," I said, holding the gag out so she could see what it was. Her eyes grew big and terror etched its way across her face, but she did open her mouth. I got about three inches from her lips and I stopped.

"You know what, Mel, I just realized that we haven't washed this off yet," I said. "Think you can handle that for me?"

Melody grinned deviously and nodded. "I'm sure I can," she said and unzipped her pants. Slave's eyes got wider still and her brow knitted, but still she said nothing.

"Is there something you want to say, Slave?" I asked, securing her ankles to the chair legs with a pair of cuffs each. 

"Yes, Sir," she said, but waited to say it until I gave her permission.

"Well, that's too bad," I said and moved around behind her to lock her hands through the chair legs. Melody slowly slid her pants down her legs and stood there in front of us, one hand holding the gag, the other hand slowly sliding the blue panel away from her pussy. She lifted the gag to her lips and snaked her tongue out, licking it like she was working my cock in the car just an hour ago. "She's good, Slave. You might be able to learn something from her," I whispered in her ear, gently biting her earlobe.

Melody drug the red ball down her body, circling her belly button before traveling further south to her waiting slit. Her other hand was holding her pink folds open and the ball slowly traveled to her exposed and waiting clit, making Mel hunch over slightly with the contact.

"You're lucky, Slave," I said, still whispering into her ear, licking at as she watched the show five feet from her. "I haven't tasted that pussy yet. Suppose it's as good as yours? You like the taste of your pussy, I know that; and that's a good thing from the way that you gush. She sprays cum from her cunt, but not like you," I breathed. Slave swallowed hard and her body shivered as she processed what I was saying. We both watched the ball and the metal rings disappear up into Melody's pussy; only the leather straps remained outside her pink cunt. She began to fuck herself with it, pulling it most of the way out and then letting her pussy muscles work to pull it back into herself.

"Mmmm, see that, Slave? She's got talent. I bet you can't do that. Maybe you should practice while you're taking your meds. That's damn sexy. I bet you could get me to cum without even sliding up and down on my dick," I said softly, unzipping my pants. Kneeling as I was, my meat fell right into her cuffed hands. She softly grasped the shaft and started stroking.

Mel kept working that gag in and out of her snatch, her pussy getting sloppier by the second. We could hear the wet sounds her sex made as it swallowed the ball, her pussy lips closing around the leather straps each time. The leather was slowly soaking in her juices, getting darker with each stroke. It wasn't long and she had everything but the buckle inside her oozing box, and she had to lean against Slave's dresser to keep her balance.

"I think it's just about ready for you, Slave," I said, pulling my cock from her hands. "Melody, let slave taste your pussy." Melody pushed the gag ball completely out of herself and caught it as it came free with a sloppy pop. She put the ball in Slave's mouth and she instantly started sucking the cum off it and moaning. Mel fastened the buckle and backed off a step. "Mel, clothes," I said, my pointing finger running over her body and then to the floor. She started stripping the little clothing she still had and I reached in the bag for Slave's new toy.

"This came with high remarks from the sex shop girl. This end," I said, holding up the translucent rubber super-cock, "goes in that dirty snatch of yours. And this end," I said, holding up the ass vibrator battery pack, "goes up that sexy ass of yours. Ever had anything in your ass?"

Slave's head shook quickly and her eyes went from glazed slits to wide and frantic.

"You lying little bitch," I said. I turned the vibrator on, and shoved the egg up Slave's ass in one motion. She instantly started to shake and almost scream into the gag. Her pussy started to spasm and a little gush of cunt juice came out of her. Her eyes slammed shut and her ass started to contract, almost pushing the egg out before I pushed it back in.

"Slave, open your eyes," I said. Melody knelt beside us. I knew she reached into the sack and grabbed the remote while Slave's eyes were shut, and she had it hidden in her hands. Slave's eyes opened and I held the now-operating spinning, gyrating rubber dong a few inches from her nose. "I think you're wet enough," I said and slid the entire unit up into her creaming cunt. It met with no resistance on the way in and her pussy ate the whole thing as it stretched her. Only the wires stuck out of her pussy and tight ass.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," I said, standing up. Melody took the occasion to lick the head of my cock like a lollypop. "Melody here has the remote control."

Melody held it up for Slave to see and cranked the controls, making Slave damn near jump high enough to knock the chair over.

"How's that for you? I'm not only fucking your next door neighbor and friend, but she's fucking you. She's got complete control of your twat while you watch us fuck. You will watch us, too, Slave. We're gonna fuck on your bed, and she's gonna make me cum on her until I'm squirting dust. In her pussy, on her tits, down her throat, it's all good, and it's all fair. You know what's even better, Slave?"

Melody slowed the motors down and Slave caught her breath. Her eyes opened and they looked up at me, waiting for me to continue.

"Every time one of us cams, we're going to mop it up with a different stuffed animal of yours. That's your punishment for lying about having things in your ass. You little bitch," I said. Melody took the opportunity to suck my entire cock down her throat and start humming. I knew the tune, but right then, I couldn't have named it if someone had put my balls in a garlic press. I forced my eyes open and I looked at Slave. There were tears streaming down her face.

"I'd like to say I'm sorry, but I told you if you lied, you'd be punished. I'll be kind and we'll not cum all over your favorite," I said and picked up her tattered Care bear. "That's yours to hose down," I stammered out. Mel was sucking my cock harder and faster, trying to coax my balls to cum. Slave screamed into her gag ball as I lifted her up just high enough to slide the teal bear under her. There was already a puddle forming from her dripping honey pot, and I'd make sure to not stop with Melody until it was nothing more than a wet, soggy mess.

"Mel, Mel...slow down," I said, my knees ready to buckle. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. "We have all afternoon to punish Slave."



Slave Ch. 03



Chapter 3

Transported

I am standing naked with my hands locked behind my back looking out a window at Master's plane; a plane that will take me from the life I knew to wherever he wants me to be. A chain attached to the gold collar around my neck holds me there. My nipples are forever hard and my clit is always throbbing from the potion that the slave I call Tattoo put on them days earlier; but it scares me to think that it might be that I really am excited at being owned and taken a world away by my black Master. 

There are two nude slaves beside me whispering in my ears about Master's islands that surround a huge lagoon and the life I will have there. As the tiny Japanese slave I call Asia tells me how to better serve our Master the pilots of the plane walk in to tell him that everything is ready.

When I hear the men talking to Master I automatically turn to face them. Not being able to go to them to kneel at their feet as I should because of the chain on my collar, I assume the standing pose of submission with my legs spread just so and my shoulders pulled back to show off my slave tits. The silver bell on the ring in my clit hood rings out loudly as I move, drawing the men's attention. I am only allowed to look at men's cocks or their crotches when they are dressed; the only times I am allowed to look at the faces of free people is when I am told to. 

I know that the pilots are looking at me when I see their bodies turn my way. The man whose pants quickly tent out chuckles and walks toward me. 

"Aren't you the pretty one," he says as he begins to touch and feel my body. 

I know what he sees; a circus freak with thick cocksucker lips, tattoos, and piercings all over her body from face to cunt and down to her knees.

He puts a hand on my face and tilts my head up so he can look at me. There is a badge on his uniform that tells me that he is the copilot. He looks handsome but the cold eyes and the sneer on his face scare me.

"Nice tattoo," he says to me as he caresses my cheek.

The black and gold 'S' that Master has had tattooed on my face has healed well in the past few days just like the gold lion's head tattooed on my chest. 

The master's hands touch me everywhere, playing with the chains on my body and pinching my nipples. When he touches my nipples I groan out my reluctant delight as my clit vibrates with each pinch and I push my tits into his hands even as I tilt my hips forward; offering my body to this, somehow unsettling, man. He moves one hand down to my cunt and pushes a finger deep into my wetness. I am always wet there since Tattoo has put that potion of hers on me.

"Aren't you the little slut," the copilot quietly tells me as he pulls his wet finger out of me. 

I open my mouth to wait for him to put his finger in to be licked clean but he just rubs it on my tit, telling me how much he will enjoy me during our flight to the Caribbean island we are going to first.

"It's time to start the preflight checks," the pilot tells the man in front of me. 

Copilot pinches my nipples hard enough to make me shout in pain as he leaves.

When he is gone Pilot turns to Master, "Sorry about that but your regular copilot is very ill and that man is the only other available right now for the job. He usually is used to ferry parts and supplies to your different oil sites but he is one of the few checked out on this plane. We don't often let him near the slaves for obvious reasons."

"Yes, I see. Fire him after this flight. He didn't ask permission to touch my property."

"Yes sir. The girl seems young. How long has she been a slave?" Pilot asks. 

"Just a week, I bought her from a procurer and broke her to her slavery on the first night. Each night after that she was given a drink of juice laced with new drugs that make her susceptible to the subliminal tapes playing in her mat telling her how to behave as a slave. I am impressed with the results. It was an experiment but soon all my slaves will be trained this way, saving me weeks in turnover." 

"See, I told you," my small voice says.

"Of course! How else can you act this way, you dumb slut," the loud voice tells me. "You're slouching, stand straight and show Master your tits."

I do remember all those glasses of juice before I was locked to my mat on the floor at night and thinking how strange it was. The slaves, Asia and Russia, that I call my girls would have to get up at my whining so they could take me to the bathroom and wipe me when I was done.

It dawns on me that the two voices in my head started during the first days with Master, even as I stand taller to show my tits like the loud voice demands. 

"You've finally caught on slave, spread your legs wider!" the loud voice tells me. "Show Master everything."

I shuffle my feet in my high heels a little wider and feel the juices of my slave cunt drip down my thighs when my pierced and chained lips open from my new pose. I want to look perfect for my Master even as my loud voice tells me to spread my legs wider again.

The moves I make to better show myself off are wasted as Master and his pilot ignore me to talk about the flight to come and their lives together. I hear how Pilot has been with Master since the beginning, flying the first planes filled with slaves around the world. Master asks Pilot about his wife and children.

Pilot tells Master how much he loves them and how the kids are doing so well in university then looks at me to say, "You know how I haven't used the slaves I ferry for you all these years but tonight I think I will have this one. I know my wife won't mind, in fact she is surprised that I don't use the slaves on every flight. This one is special, though, look at how she stands showing herself to us. It seems so natural."

I want to toss my hair provocatively at the compliment; throwing it back off my face like I used to do when I was free, but it has all been shaved off except for three braided strips that run from my forehead to the nape of my neck to be gathered into a pony tail that reaches my ass. It looks like my hair reaches my knees, though, because the beautiful blonde hair that was shaved from my head hangs from a thick butt plug in my ass.

"It is; that's why I stopped the treatment days ago, it was a waste of serum. She's such a perfect slave that if I continued her treatment she might be ruined. I want those looks she has; that stare of defiance and surprise at what is happening to her and her final, almost eager, acceptance of it. Use her tonight, your wife phoned me to ask if you could."

Pilot's face goes red and he looks embarrassed, "Yes I know she did, she told me to thank you."

"It's what she wants you to do and this slave will treat you well, even surprise you. Keep the copilot off her until the flight to the east, if at all."

I stare at Master wondering how much of what I have become is me or his brainwashing.

He smiles at my shocked look and makes a signal to tall, blond Russia. She reaches up to unhook my leash from the top of the observation window. As she frees me one of her tits brushes my lips. Without thinking I lick at her nipple and suck it into my mouth with a soft moan. My teeth bite gently at her nipple until I feel it swell in my mouth as I lick at it with my tongue.

"Why are you doing this?" my quiet voice asks as Russia holds her tit to my face with one hand while holding my leash with the other.

"You can do anything you want now; you have total freedom in your slavery. Remember how you walked through the lobby of the hotel, just an hour ago, naked and shaking your tits at the people that stared at you," the loud voice responds. "You're a natural slave programmed by Master to be a slut now."

Master chuckles at the sight of me sucking on Russia's tit, "Clean my cum off her before you take her on my plane, slave."

"Yes Master." Russia purrs pulling her tit from my suckling mouth to give me the other one. "You are a little slut aren't you?" she whispers.

Russia smiles at me as I look up at her to nod my head yes because that is the only response I am allowed. I sob a little as I continue to suck at the nipple in my mouth like I must.

"Hurry, we only have minutes to clean this slave before we leave." Asia tells us as she takes the leash from Russia's hand to pull me off her tit and lead me to a shower down a short hallway. 

As they wash me I pee in the shower; it's easier than whining to let the girls know that I have to go. The worst is when they have to wipe me because my hands are always locked away from myself. 

As soon as I am dried from the shower I am led by a leash attached to my gold collar down the long, cold, ramp to the plane by Russia. When I see the door to the plane I panic.

"Are you just going to walk meekly through that door knowing that you will never see your home again?" my small voice asks. "This is where you truly become a slave. There will be no escape or turning back once you step through that door."

The voice is right. I stop walking in terror at what is about to happen to me. Asia is walking so close behind me that she bumps into my back, but Russia just keeps walking down the ramp to the plane. Sensing that I have stopped, the large slave simply pulls harder on the leash. With my hands locked behind my back and standing in six inch high heels I can only move on or fall to the floor and be dragged to the plane by the collar around my slave neck. I know she will do that, Russia is strong enough. She has to take me to the plane; she is a slave just as I am. Master told her to bring me to the plane and she will. 

"You have wanted to be a slave all your life. Walk through that door and accept that you finally get your wish," my loud voice tells me even as I notice that the leash now hangs slack as I strut forward on my heels following Russia down the ramp.

"Maybe Master will take you off the island sometime and you can escape then."

The small voice sounds so quiet now as we approach the door. I wonder if I am finally accepting what has happened to me.

"You are going to be a slave for the rest of your life," my loud voice tells me almost in triumph. 

I know that the loud voice is right as I walk onto Master's plane. My head is high and my shoulders are back, showing off my slave tits and cunt as Russia leads me by the leash. 

"Yes, I am a slave now and I have always wanted to be one." I know that this thought has to be my mantra from now on to keep my sanity until I escape, maybe, sometime. I can only hope.

When I am led onto the plane we are met by a short, redheaded slave wearing just a stewardess hat that looks like what they wore in the fifties and Master's gold collar and cuffs. She is very pretty with alabaster white skin covered in freckles, especially on her cheeks and across the tops of her almost too large tits. The curly red pubic hairs between her legs are thick enough to hide her slave cunt completely. Master must order her to leave the thick bush untrimmed to prove that his slave is truly a redhead.

"Hurry, you are late," Stewardess tells us with a thick Irish accent as she ushers us into the plane and turns to swing the door shut. "We almost missed our takeoff time because of your tardiness!"

I am amazed that this tiny slave can even move the door; she is just over five feet tall. With her back to us, I can see the splays of huge freckles on her shoulders and across the top of her round, jiggling ass. 

When the door is finally closed the plane lurches into motion as it is pushed backwards out of the hanger. My heart does a little flip again as I am taken another step away from my old life into slavery. 

"Your old life was gone the second you locked your hands together and stood naked in that hotel room days ago," my loud voice shouts almost in anger at my silliness. 

"But we were only supposed to be playing at me being a slave," my small voice answers.

"Well you certainly got your life long wish to be a slave, didn't you?"

The small voice is silent again.

The annoying voices are right, now that I am on the plane I know that I have to quit counting the steps away from my old life, just as I quit counting the number of times I have been used by masters and mistresses. I have completely lost count of the nameless people Master has given me to in the past few days. 

I do remember the kind old gentleman who saved me from Master's punishment by pushing the butt plug back in my ass with his foot as I knelt under Master's desk sucking his cock on my first day as a slave, though I never did hear his name. 

Now that we are moving Stewardess turns to us with a more relaxed look on her face. She looks me up and down and it is more down than up, "I was told that Master has a new fancy, but nobody told me she is this good looking." Her voice is low, sultry, and full of meaning, "I can hardly wait to use you."

Her gold collar is the same as the girls but less than Tattoo's is; telling me that this slave has a high enough ranking in Master's stable of slaves and she can use me whenever she wants.

She sighs, though, "Master's slave is putting his pets in their kennel and he expects his fancy to be chained to the bed here in the forward lounge so our pilot can use her. Master has retired for the night." 

The girls look surprised but do as they are told to do. When Russia gives my leash a tug, my eyes are forced away from the beautiful little green eyed slave in front of us. 

"You can't be thinking that," my small voice whines.

"You want to bury your face in that hairy cunt, don't you," my loud voice says.

I think that, yes, I would like to have this tiny slave use me, make me lick her cunt and suck her tits; I feel a strange lust for her. At a stronger tug of the leash, I turn away from Stewardess and I am led into the room. 

Since coming onto the plane, my attention has been captivated by Stewardess but now I look around me to see the richness of the room I'm in. 

I have been on large planes before, but they were filled with rows and rows of narrow seats. This plane is filled with luxury; soft white silk cloth drapes from the roof and down the walls to hide the fact that we are in a plane. The floor is covered with thick Persian carpets making the whole look like a tent in the desert. There are deep sofas arranged in comfortable circles and there is a full bar on the front wall. On the back wall, is a huge bed, which I am led to. Without the seats, I can't believe how big these planes really are.

When we reach the bed, Russia takes the leash off my collar and picks up the long chain that lies across the bedcovers to lock me there. She then frees my hands from behind my back to lock them to the chains on my collar. After pulling the plug out of my ass, she leaves me standing at the foot of the bed holding my tits out for no one. 

The girls leave to go to their cell and lock themselves in. I wonder what to do I am so very tired. I wonder, "Do I sleep on the floor or on the bed?" Finally deciding that I am chained to it and a master will use me on it I crawl onto the soft bed and try to get some sleep before I am used again. 

I wake up to the touch of a hand gently touching my tit. Like always, since the programming began, I wake up lying on my back with my legs spread wide and my arms above my head; offering my body to any master, even in my sleep.

The fingers that touch me move up from my tit to my face to caress my lips. I can't pretend to be asleep. I can't lie to a master anymore. I kiss the finger offered to me and suck it into my mouth, licking at it with my tongue and moaning out my pleasure at being touched so gently. 

The master's other hand touches my slave body while I suck greedily on the finger in my mouth. It plays with a nipple then drags down across my stomach, making my body quiver as it slowly gets closer to my cunt. Not being able to help myself, I lift my hips when the hand gets near there to urge it on. My body is begging to be touched even as I suck and lick on the master's finger in my mouth. 

Oh, this master is so gentle; he touches the rings in my cunt lips and plays with the bell over my clit. He teases me by feeling up and down my pierced cunt lips, not even pretending to feel for the wetness inside. I moan out my need to cum by his touch and suck harder on the finger in my mouth. At last, master's hand cups my eager cunt, a finger slips inside me. I am so wet that my juices flow out of me and down my ass onto the bed when his thick finger enters me. The finger moves slowly up to touch my clit and my slave body responds by pushing hard up against it; wanting, needing the only release a slave can have. 

I rub my clit on the master's strong finger. He holds his hand still so that I can grind my slut body on him. I need to cum and he is letting me set my own pace; allowing me to fuck myself on his finger. Soon, very soon I am close to cumming on this master's hand. My hips are gyrating madly as the master lets me give myself an orgasm. When I finally make myself cum on master's finger, my whole body shakes and I bite down hard on the finger in my mouth. I am free at last for that long, fleeting moment that my orgasm allows me. When I come to earth, again I open my eyes to look up at the master above me. It is Pilot touching me, I feel his fingers in me but I need to look at his kind face. 

"Did you like that?"

I look up at Pilot, my master, and nod my head yes not only because I have to, and suck on the finger still in my mouth with a passion.

He is sitting on the bed beside me,"Take my clothes off, slave."

Sliding off the fingers in my mouth and cunt, I crawl off the bed to kneel on the floor between his legs and reach up to pull down the zipper on master's pants. I don't even wonder at the need to have a master's cock in my mouth any more as I reach in to work his hard cock out. His underpants feel silky, just like the panties I used to wear when I was a free girl. When I finally pull his cock out, I stare at it lovingly while slowly stroking it with both hands. 

He isn't as long as Master, although his cock is as big around. The head of it is so very thick; I want to feel it in me as it slides in and out my cunt. I feel like such a slut kneeling on the floor touching and fondling a man's cock and I am happy at the thought. I don't care whether what I feel is caused by brainwashing or if it is natural. I love having a hard cock in my mouth now.

I am surprised when I slide his cock down my throat and I don't feel any pubic hair on my face when I take all of him into me.

"Are they really panties, why is he shaved, what is this?" my small voice asks as I reach up to pull master's shirt out of his pants while I suck on his cock. 

"Master's wife must have an interesting life with her man," my loud voice responds.

"Is she his Mistress? Does he obey her?"

"It doesn't matter; he is a master to you."

"Yes, he is."

I can only undo the first two buttons on master's shirt while sucking his cock because of the chains holding my hands to my collar. Letting his cock out of my mouth I kneel up to kiss master's stomach as I undo another button and press my tits against his cock. I kiss my way up his body with my mouth and tongue as I follow my hands up while I undo the buttons of master's shirt. When I undo the last button I press my tits onto my master's chest and kiss him full on the mouth then move down again to tongue the nipples on his hairless chest and lick at his body as I lower myself to take his thick cock into my mouth again. 

Looking up at Pilot's face with his cock in my mouth, I reach up to undo his belt, and fumble with the button to his pants. When they are finally undone he lifts his ass off the bed so I can pull his pants down. Because my hands are chained I have to reluctantly slip my mouth off his cock again as I pull the master's pants down his legs. 




Slave Ch. 03



"He really is wearing panties!" my small voice cries, "baby blue ones!"

Pilot's thick cock is sticking out over the top of silky soft nylon panties trimmed with white lace on the leg holes.

"His Mistress dresses him pretty," my loud voice coos as I drag his pants further down his smooth, hairless legs.

There is an awkward little moment as I hurry to take off master's shoes and socks so I can finish taking his pants off. My last surprise is when I see that master's toenails are painted a bright red with gold speckles on the big toes. They look so pretty. 

I look up from the floor at Pilot's worried eyes then bend down to lick at his foot before taking a red painted toe into my mouth to suck on it while my hands play with his smooth legs. I lick and suck each toe on both his feet. 

"Does this master's wife have him wear pretty dresses for her too?" my small voice asks as I slide my tongue up a smooth thigh. "She did tell him to use a slave on this trip." 

I don't know and I can't ask him, I will never know unless he feels like telling me. I slide my wet tongue up one smooth leg and down the other and up again until I put my face between his thighs to lick at master's balls. I suck a pretty blue nylon clad ball into my mouth knowing that it is just as hairless as the rest of his body. My hands stroke the thick cock above me and play with the other nylon covered ball. I soon pop one ball out of my wet mouth and suck the other in.

"Take my panties off, now, please."

"Master admits that he is wearing panties!" my small voice cries.

"He can't deny it; his wife dressed him this way, made him shave his body and paint his toes. He likes what he does with her, why else would he be wearing panties?" my loud voice answers.

I am eager to obey this gentle, willing and obedient master. My hands grab at the thin, frilly waistband at master's waist as he lifts his hips off the bed so that I can pull his panties down and off his smooth legs.

He smiles down at me when I have finished pulling his panties off, "You still have to take off my shirt, slave." 

I was so eager to have his cock back in my mouth that I had not finished taking off his shirt. I hope that Pilot will not punish me for forgetting. 

"Well, maybe a little spanking won't be too bad," I think as I rub my tits up master's legs then wrap them around his cock, just for a second, on my way up to take off his shirt.

Making sure that my tits never leave his body, I crawl onto the bed and around behind him to pull the shirt off him one shoulder at a time and kissing his back as I let the shirt fall to the bed. Master leans back, moaning his delight as I kiss and lick him everywhere I can. 

"Mummy told me to use you tonight after I told you to strip me. She knows that you can't speak. You're Master and her talk all the time and she knows that my secret is safe with you. She thinks it amusing that a willing slave is flying captive ones all over the world. She wants me to cum in all three of your holes." 

"Mummy?" my small voice asks.

"Yes, he said Mummy. There goes the spanking you thought you might get," my loud voice tells me, "It doesn't matter what you think about the people that use you. Now clean up the mess you've made."

"What mess?" I ask. 

I shudder; I'm talking to my voices now.

"You've taken the clothes off a master and left everything all over the floor and the bed. That mess you fool. You have to pick up every piece of clothing and place it on the chair neatly like a slave must."

"Oh."

I wonder about my sanity for a minute but realize that I have been programmed to act like a slut. I always was a slave in my mind. These voices have to be a way for my mind to cope with what is happening to me. Knowing that my loud voice is right, I begin to clean up the mess I made. 

Needing time to think about how I should react to a master that shaves himself completely below his neck and is happy to have red toenails while wearing baby blue panties, I slide my tongue down his back to reach the shirt I had dropped on the bed earlier. My hands are chained so close to my neck that I am kissing master's ass as I pick up his shirt. The chains are so short that all I can do is hold my tits up for someone's pleasure or stroke a cock in my mouth or play with a mistress' pussy as I lick her clit. They are just long enough that I can slide my fingers into an ass when told to. 

With master's shirt in my hands, I crawl off the bed to walk on my toes the few steps to the chair beside it knowing how much my new, bigger ass sways and shakes when I walk this way. The chain that holds me to the bed is tight on my collar when I reach the chair and bend at the waist to lay his shirt gently on it, knowing that Pilot can see my bare, pierced cunt when I bend over. I look over my shoulder to see him lying on his side on the bed now, staring at me with his hard cock pointing straight out from between his legs and his balls lying across his thigh. I lick my thick, pierced lips at the sight and moan out my passion loud enough for him to hear.

Twice his hand shakily slides down his body to touch his cock as I show him my cunt, but stops just above where his pubic hair would be if his Mummy would let him have any. He quickly pulls it away each time as I watch him. Master looks embarrassed; he looks like he wants to tell me something more.

I sense what Pilot needs from me now. I hope his Mummy told him what to say to me so I can do to him what she and, ultimately, he wants. I can only wait for those words; I can't do what he wants until he orders me to. In the meantime, I have to be as much of a slut as I can be for this master. 

Wishing I could spread my ass to show him my tight little brown hole, my other cunt, I stay bent at the waist for a moment pretending to fuss with his shirt so he can have a good long look at me. Finally, I stand to turn around and walk the short distance back to the bed with my hands displaying my tits perfectly to master. I manage to move my shoulders just right so my tits roll and sway high on my chest with each step that makes the silver bell over my clit ring out between my legs. The heavy chain that connects my nipples hangs farther out from my body than it did when Tattoo first put it on me. I think that the doctor may have put too much growth serum in them; my tits are much bigger than what he said they would be. I don't care though; I love my body the way it looks now, my new tits and ass are perfect.

Master's eyes look from my cunt to my tits and up to my face where I am sucking on the chain that goes from my chin to my tongue over my fat lips. I now love sucking on that chain. 

When I reach the bed, I bend at the waist again in front of master to let him see my tits hang and sway below me.

"He won't order you to dominate him, will he?" my small voice whines.

"Yes he will; he has to. I just know that Mummy told him too," the loud voice answers. 

He is still too timid to say anything as I sink to my knees to pick up the panties on the top of the pile of clothes on the floor below me; I still have to clean my mess. When I rise to sit on my heels with my knees spread to show my cunt I am holding master's pretty, blue panties in front of my face by the frilly waistband and look at him over the top. They are a high French cut and so delicate with lace panels on the sides, the white lace on the leg holes is so soft. They must be so tight on him. I know that Mummy will have told her panty boy to tuck his cock between his legs when he wears them. It must be very uncomfortable to sit for hours in the cockpit with your cock almost in your ass, held there by silky, tight panties. I hold them close to my face to smell his male scent before rubbing the softness of them on my tits.

Pilot, a master, a man I must obey, sits up on the bed to look down at me on the floor as I rub his panties on my nipples.

At last, he is going to say what we both know has to be said, "Umm," he starts, "Mummy has told me to tell you something more." He pauses then loudly continues, "I am to tell you that you are to use me like the toy that I am."

"Yes!" my loud voice yells. "Spank him, use him for your own pleasure, and make him lick your cunt! He has told you to treat him any way you want. He is your toy."

"Can you do that?" the small voice asks, almost as loud in my mind. 

I put the panties on the bed, bend down to pick up master's pants, and pull the belt out of them to lay it on the floor beside me; I know what to do with toy now. 

Still having to clean up my mess, I pick up the pants and shoes. My ass sways and jiggles as I tip toe the few steps to the chair and bend to put the pants on it. I sink to my knees to put the shoes on the floor under the chair knowing that my master, my toy, can see my tight brown asshole and my swollen plum tattooed cunt. 

This time, when I stand to walk back to the bed I hold my tits in my hands and play with my nipples as I walk. I reach the bed to kneel beside it to pat at a spot on the edge while looking at him in the eyes. Mummy's panty boy, her toy, gets the message and eagerly crawls across the bed to sit on the edge with his legs spread wide for me. His cock is pointing almost straight up. 

I pick up his panties again then fold them around his cock to stroke its length with the silky cloth causing him to moan his pleasure.

"His name is toy now, not Pilot," my loud voice tells me.

I agree; toy with a small t, a woman's panty slave given to a slave doesn't deserve a capital T. 

My toy groans when I take my hand away from him; he pushes his cock out to be touched again. I smile at toy as I shake my head no, denying him the touch he needs. I frighten myself; this is the only no I have used since Master punished me when I first denied him. 

Holding toy's panties by their dainty waistband, I roll them up to make a silky blue rope with the white lace of the leg holes hanging below. When I am done I lean forward to wrap his panties tightly around his cock and balls and tie them off in a knot. I sit back on my heels to admire the sight in front of me. Toy's cock is harder and thicker from the constriction of his silk cock ring; it stands straight up from his crotch and the head of it bobs up and down with each heartbeat. Surrounded by a nest of white lace and blue nylon his cock looks so pretty.

I lower myself to the floor to pick up the belt that I left there. When I kneel up, I am holding it with both hands in a loop. The toy Mummy and Master has given to me almost jumps off the bed when I snap it in a loud crack.

"Mummy's toy has heard that sound before," the loud voice coos."

Sighing at the startled look on toy's face, I answer the voice for the second or, maybe, the third time now, "It's a shame that I can't spank him."

Earlier I had thought of using the belt on toy's ass, but with my hands chained so close to my tits I know that won't work. Instead, I thread the end of it through the buckle to make a loose loop and hold it in front of him, waiting for toy to understand what I want. With a sigh of relief that I am not going to whip him with his own belt toy puts his hands in the loop to let me tie his hands together in front of him. I still want toy to be able to touch me. When I am done, he can't get his hands free unless he uses his mouth to loosen the belt, but he won't do that. This is what Mummy has ordered her toy to let happen. 

"He's mine now," I think as I move my head between his thighs to kiss each of them and move up to lick at his balls. The skin of his shaved balls feels so smooth and silky as I suck them into my mouth; I wish that every master would shave himself like this. My hands reach up to stroke the cock above me as I suck and swallow one smooth ball down my throat so I can take both in my mouth. Even though I know that he has ordered me to do it I feel so good to be doing what I want with toy.

I want more now; I want toy's cock in my mouth. I feel so greedy. Mummy has told her willing slave to give himself to me for as long as I want. I pull away from toy, letting his balls slide out of my mouth one at a time so I can lick up the under side of his shaft. When my tongue reaches the thick head, I lick all around it, swirling the stud and chain in my tongue all over the thick edge of the head before pushing the stud into the hole at the tip. I am beginning to love what I can do with my pierced tongue.

"Oh, yes, suck my pee pee. Mummy wants you to use me like the panty slut that I am," toy sighs as I lick at his cock and take it into my mouth to swallow it deep enough down my throat that my nose is buried in his crotch where Mummy has made sure her toy is shaved smooth at all times. The feeling of the soft lace of the panties that I tied around his cock on my face is wonderful each time I suck his cock into me. I can't possibly call the thick cock in my mouth a pee pee, though.

"Well, if he wants to call it that," my small voice tries. 

I don't care what toy has to call the thick cock I suck at; I need him to cum in my mouth. He has to cum in all of my holes tonight. My mouth is open so wide it hurts as I slide my pierced lips up and down his cock. When he is finally close to cumming, toy yells out that he is going to spill his seed in me but I already know that, I have felt his cock swell and his balls tighten. I hold his cock in my mouth with my teeth gently biting behind the thick head to keep it in me while one hand moves up and down his thick shaft and the other fondles his hard balls to urge his cum out for me. 

The first shot of cum hits the back of my throat. I have to fight the need to swallow the tasty offering. The cock in my mouth pulses and jerks as toy fills me with his cum. He keeps filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of his juice until his cum flows out of my full mouth and down my chin onto my tits. 

When his cock finally jerks one last time and slowly goes soft, I carefully pull my full mouth off him to stand between his open legs. With my chained hands, I push hard at toy's chest so that he falls back on the bed and motion for him to move to the centre and put his leather bound arms above his head. 

Mummy's toy lies below me as I straddle him so he can accept his sperm from me while I try to rub my clit on his soft pee pee. He looks up at me and opens his mouth so I can feed him his own sperm. Toy swallows every drop that I let fall from my open mouth, he then licks his cum off my chin and tits as I move up his body to accommodate his tongue. I moan out my pleasure as toy licks at my body. I love having his tongue and teeth play with my nipples. My clit vibrates with each lick he gives me; my whole body shakes with each bite and nibble. I have yet another orgasm as I rub my clit on the cock that has grown hard again under me while toy worships at my tits.

It feels wonderful to please myself on toy's cock while holding his mouth against my tit. Mummy has trained her panty boy so well; he lays totally still for me with his bound arms above his head on the mattress where I have put them as I use his body for my own pleasure. 

All the men and women that Master has given me to over the past week and maybe more have used me for their own enjoyment and discarded me when they are finished with my body like I am nothing to them. I am a slave, nothing but three holes and a pair of tits. That is what I am.

Tonight things are different though. I am in charge and I want toy's cock in me now; I want to fill myself with his thickness. Each time I rub my clit on his cock I slide a little further up his body while holding myself above him as far as the chains will let me. My tits rub higher up his chest until his cock is between my legs and I can, with some maneuvering and false starts because we can't use our hands, lower myself onto him until just the head of his cock is past my cunt lips and is barely in me. I stop there to move my ass slowly up and down so toy's thick cock head moves just in and out of the entrance to my cunt. 

It feels so good to be in control. I was a virgin just a few days ago and I didn't know what to. I've never been on top of a man before and actually don't know how to give myself pleasure when I ride on a master's cock.

"Forget him. Think of yourself, he is yours to use as you wish, sink down on his cock, sit up and rub your clit on the silky lace you've tied around him, then ride him until you cum," my loud voice tells me.

"Go slow, do what you want and enjoy yourself," is my quiet voice's advice, "toy's cock will feel so good if you savor every inch of him."

I love both of these thoughts.

I lay down on top of toy's body to work his cock into me by slowly moving my hips down. Each time the thick ridge of his head finds a sensitive spot I stop and play with myself on him by rocking my hips and squirming my whole body. I sense that my toy, my warm human dildo wants to move and urge me to go faster but he has been trained so well, he lies still under me and moans out his passion and frustration as I take him into me at my own pace. 

Soon his cock is in me as far as I can have it while I lie on him but I know that it will go even deeper if I sit up. It feels so good to lie on toy with my tits pressed into his chest but I need more, I push myself off him as far as my chained hands will let me and then sit up high and let out a long moan as I sink farther onto the dildo under me.

The soft, scratchy lace around toy's cock feels so good on my bald cunt when I finally impale myself fully onto him. Toy's cock is as deep into me as I can get it. I rub my clit on the lacey panties below me, sighing, and moaning at the pleasure I'm giving myself while feeling the ridge of the head of his cock move deep inside me. I fuck myself on the toy under me by sitting up on him and rocking back and forth as I pull at the nipples on my tits. 

My silver bell rings sweetly to each slow movement I make. At first, I hated the sound of the bell but I soon began to love it; it has become my way of knowing that I am going to cum when it rings wildly while a master fucks me or a mistress uses me. It is surprising how quickly I cum when I hear that high silver sound. Even the little tinkle the bell gives as it bumps on my clit while I walk excites me, reminding me that I am a slave. 

When it comes, my orgasm starts deep inside me; I feel something move in my cunt deeper even than toy's cock buried in my wetness. Waves of hot pleasure shoot out through my entire body from there, the very centre of my being, to explode in my brain like fireworks. Just when I think it is over another orgasm starts and then another. Each one is more intense than the last as my hips rock back and forth on toy's cock, rubbing my clit madly on him, until my eyes roll back in my head and I almost pass out.

When I regain my senses, I find that I am lying on toy's chest with my hips still moving on his cock. The lacey panties I tied around him are sopping wet from the juices that leak from my cunt.

"Make me cum, please," toy whispers in my ear. 

Mommy wants him to cum in me. I need him to cum in me. I begin move my hips up and down on him again; feeling the thick ridge of his cock head sliding in and out of me as I fuck him. I push myself up as far as the chains will let me so my sensitive nipples drag across his chest with each move I make.

It feels so good to fuck Mommy's toy; he lies so still under me with his hips pushed up offering his cock to me to be used. His bound arms stay above his head where I put them. I lift myself up to hear my sweet bell ring, and then drive my cunt down to grind my clit into the sopping wet lace around his cock. The bell is silent for a moment until I raise myself to let it ring again and again. I am so sensitive after my own orgasms that I am moaning constantly as I fuck the warm dildo under me. Needing to feel my nipples, I sit up straight to ride the cock in me while pulling at them. I start fucking toy faster and faster letting my tits free to bounce up and down on my chest until I feel his cock swell deep in me.




Slave Ch. 03



"I'm cumming!" toy yells as he lays still under me.

I'm not a virgin anymore I know that he is going to cum in me, so many masters have cum in me in the past week that I know the feeling now; they don't have to tell me anymore, but they do.

I move up and down once more on the hard cock in me then sit still on it as he shoots his first load of cum into me. It feels so good, his hot cum hits the top of my cunt with each spasm. I feel so full, such a slut and so completely a slave when a man fills me with his sperm.

Toy's cock gives one last spasm and slowly goes soft in me. I sit still on him waiting for it to slip out of my full cunt. When it does I move on my knees up his body until I am over his mouth. Toy eagerly licks at my clit as I push my cum filled cunt onto his face. He sucks my swollen lips into his mouth and sticks his tongue into me to taste his own cum as I push it out all over his face. My bell is ringing and bouncing on toy's nose as he brings me to yet another orgasm while he sucks his own cum out of me.

I want more, though. I want it all; everything Mommy has told her toy to do to me. I have one hole left to be used by her toy. I lean down with his mouth still in my cunt to untie his hands. When I sit back up on his face I pull his hands with me and press them onto my tits. 

Realizing that I have forgotten to clean a master after he cums I kiss my way down toy's body to take his soft cock into my mouth. The taste of his cum and my juices is so sweet. 

Master's hands hold my head on his cock as I lick and suck him using the stud in my tongue and its chain to excite him. Pilot's cock soon gets hard and stretches my mouth wide.

"Get on your knees for me," Pilot groans. 

I am already kneeling between his legs with his cock in my greedy mouth but I know what he wants. I quickly crawl to obey my master, to kneel on the bed with my ass high and my head buried in the sheets with my hands up by my ears as wide apart as the chains will let them go. I arch my back with my legs spread wide offering the only hole left and patiently wait for him to use me as he has been told. My silver bell rings each time I shake my ass for him. I feel so exposed showing master my tight little brown hole and my puffy plum coloured cunt lips with their rings and chains pulling them down. His drying cum and saliva coats my thighs.

Pilot is a master; he is not my toy, he never has been, I am a slave and his to use as Mommy ordered. I ring the bell between my legs and wait for him to fuck my ass. The bed shifts as he moves to pick up the lube on the low table beside us. I hear the cap being opened and smell the scent of the lube as he covers himself with it. He pours a little onto the crack of my ass. I spread my legs wider, arch my back more and stay so very still as the oil rolls down my ass and across my cunt to drip off me onto the mattress.

A very oily hand cups my cunt to slip a finger into me to feel how wet I am before moving back to play with my other cunt. It slides into me past the knuckle then out to slide in again with a second one beside it and again with a third. It hurts so nicely as I kneel, perfectly still, under my master and accept everything he does to me. I hum my contentment, my pain and my bell rings as his fingers move deeper into my ass spreading me wide. His other hand reaches under me to play with my clit as he pushes all three fingers into my ass as deep as they will go. I feel so much the slut, so sore and open. I need his cock in my ass, 

"Do you want me to fuck your ass like Mommy told me to?"

With both his hands in me, I nod my sweaty head yes on the bed below him moaning as I push back at the fingers in my ass, forcing them deeper.

Pilot pulls his hands out of me, the bed moves as he gets on his knees behind me. He lays his cock into the crack of my ass to slide it up and down as he presses his body against me. We are both covered in oil. Each time that his cock slides up and down me the head gets closer and closer to my other cunt until I feel the head start to force its way into me. 

"He is so thick, it won't fit!" my small voice wails as the oily head of master's cock spreads my tiny hole wider and wider.

"Master's is bigger and it fit," my loud voice sneers. "Stay still, take it like the slave you are."

I huff out short pants of pain into the bed below me as Pilot pushes himself into me. The thick head stretches me almost unbearably; it feels that he is ripping me apart, and then it is in. I cry out loudly. The muscle in my ass ring pulses and quivers on the cock in me as Pilot waits patiently for me to calm before pushing himself deeper and deeper into me. By the time his balls hit my cunt the pain has turned to pleasure. I wish I could talk so I that can urge the master on but all I can do is moan and groan and push back at him as he fucks my ass. My tits are driven into the bed with each thrust he gives me. It feels so wonderful to be used.

Pilot finally cums in me, he fills me with his cum and falls on my back in exhaustion. I am so, so very tired too; its been such a long night. I stay up on my knees though, as a slave must. The last thing I remember before I fall asleep and sink onto the bed is Pilot's tongue sucking his own cum out of my ass.

"Eew, that's got to taste awful!" the small voice cries.

"Shut up, he must like it," is all my loud voice can say. 

"Mommy will be so proud that her toy has sucked his cum from all my holes." I think as he leaves me on the bed thoroughly satisfied and used. We both are happy.

I wake up later in the night, lying on my back as I have been trained, to find an arm over my breasts. I think it is Pilot but when I look down in the dim light, there are freckles on the tiny hand that cups my tit. I cuddle closer to Stewardess and fall back to sleep; she smells so sweet, just like roses.

A hand touches my shoulder to wake me. I am alone on the bed again. The sound of the plane is different.

"Master needs you ready for when we land," Asia tells me. "Come with us so we can clean and prepare you." Russia pulls me off the bed. I feel so sticky and wet between my legs when she has me standing on the high heels now locked on my feet. She locks my hands behind my back and leads me through the plane by a leash on my collar past a dining room and an open door where I see Master being dressed by Tattoo. She is on her knees with her hands up to fix Master's belt while she rubs her head into his crotch. I want to be there with her doing what she is.

The plane is huge, the girls take me down hallways and around corners until we reach what can only be the slave section. When we pass that last door the floors are bare and the halls are only wide enough that my narrow shoulders touch each side as I am led to the shower. I wonder what we are supposed to do if his slaves meet each other going each way because all the doors seem to be locked. The girls have keys and use them as they lead me through the maze of corridors.

Finally I am led into a shower where the girls quickly clean me and douche each hole like they do each time. When they dry me they fuss over me, making sure I look pretty. The butt plug is pushed back into me and the hair on my head and ass is brushed out. I sway my ass and body to feel my hair as it drifts over my legs and back when they are done brushing. There is more though. Makeup is put on my face and my nipples are rouged a deep plum like my lips. Bells are attached to each nipple ring and both ankle cuffs; wide black ribbons are laced tightly into the rings that pierce my sides and thighs adding to my exotic look. 

"God, I feel like such a slut," I moan to myself as I suck on the chain in my mouth. 

"It's so good to be a slave," my loud voice tells me as the girls pamper me.

Tattoo joins us to be prepared by the girls as well. They fuss over her too; her body is oiled so that her tattoos show clearly in her black skin and she gets makeup too. Her nipples are darkened to a deeper black than her skin. 

I realize from the girls talk that this is an important meeting for Master. He wants the bastard Frenchman disgraced so that another in his organization can take over. The French fool is capturing children to sell and Master intends to stop him.

When the girls are done with me, I am led back down the length of the plane to be left standing by a tiny elevator with my leash hooked to the wall beside it.

Master appears beside me. I sink to my knees to kiss his feet and look up at his crotch. Without a word, he leans over to take my heavy gold slave collar in his hand and lifts me to my feet as if I weigh nothing. The door of the elevator opens at the touch of a button. He takes me into the tiny elevator. My naked body is crushed against Master as the door closes and we are lowered to the bottom of the plane. I press every inch of me against Master, opening my legs to offer my cunt and push my tits onto him. He touches me and pulls me closer to him to whisper in my ear, "We are going into danger my little slave. I am meeting the bastard Frenchman that lives here in the Caribbean and sells the boys that only his men seem to be able to find to owners that like bits of fluff like that. We do not like each other but I need to deal with him to fill the order for my friend's shemales. I need you to obey my every command, do you understand? You must do everything I tell you to do instantly. It is very important."

We both know I can't deny any order he gives me. For Master to reinforce what I must do anyway worries me. What is about to happen in the next few hours scares me. I will do anything my master asks, I nod my head yes as the elevator doors open onto a different world. The whole bottom of Master's plane is filled with narrow cages, each one holding a young girl or boy. All of them are sedated and strapped in.

Master leads me up the aisle between the cages by my leash as he looks at his captives, his slaves to be. It dawns on me that I never was a captive; I was a slave from the first second I locked my hands in front of me in that hotel room not so long ago. 

He stops in front of the cage filled with the fat woman, "This one amuses me," Master tells the handler that is following us. "You say she is still a virgin. How old is she?"

"She says she's forty one when she's not begging to be fucked, sir."

I think that she has a very pretty face with small bow shaped lips and dimples. They are everywhere on her, on her face, on her knees and elbows and even on each finger. She is just a little too round with huge, almost perky, tits rolling on her chest with each movement of the plane.

"Make sure that when she is trained she doesn't touch a male or a dildo, she may play with all the females she wants but I want her frustrated and still a virgin when she is brought to me." Master's chuckle rumbles deep inside him, "I know one guest that is going to have a very eager virgin on his hands when he visits again. The slave is perfect for him, but he visits so seldom, though. Oh well, she'll just have to wait."

Master leads me away from Dimples. Nobody has a name in Master's world but I get to secretly name anybody I want and the fat slave deserves the name Dimples.

"Your tongue is going to be so busy while Dimples waits for her deflowering," my loud voice purrs. 

I am led back to the centre of the plane into a flurry of activity. The handlers are moving about with an intense purpose. They all are large and look handsome in their tight fitting black pants and shirts. However, I get very nervous when I see that their belts have guns on them. Some even have rifles and even more are setting up what looks like a machine gun by the cargo hatch. I don't know what it is; all I know is that it is big.

I shriek and jump as a huge contraption starts moving behind me across the plane towards the cargo door. Electric motors whine loudly. It is all folded and weird looking. Master jerks my leash, pulling my head up so that I have to stare into his dark eyes.

"Can you do this," he asks me quietly. 

I stare up at him and shakily nod my head yes. That's not good enough, though, his eyes hold mine waiting for the right answer. That answer is not long in coming. I realize that I have lost the focus that Master gave me in the elevator with frivolous thoughts of Dimples and the men in their tight pants with guns on their hips. I stand straighter ringing every bell on me and smile at the man that owns me. I don't even nod this time I suck the chain that goes over my lips in and out of my mouth hoping that nobody uses those guns. I know that I might die today and I feel so alive. This man's life is so dangerous. My heart is beating fast. Master sees every thought that goes through my slave head and knows that I will do as he says. 

"I knew you were the perfect slave the second I saw you," Master tells me then turns to attend to business, ignoring me with his trust.

I thought my heart was beating fast before, now it is racing. I hope I can follow his every order and do even more for him.

I am surprised when even my small voice tells me bravely, "You can do this; you have to if you want to live."

Where is my loud voice when it really counts? I think its hiding. I would be too if I could.

Tattoo comes out of the elevator with a huge attaché case chained to her left hand and a smaller one in her right. Her head is high; her nipples are hard and she looks so exotic with tattoos from head to foot showing on her oiled body. She glows; she is as excited as I am. I am proud that we will attract so much attention when Master leads us by our leashes from the plane. Only Master seems calm as we hear a ding that all planes seem to have telling us to fasten our seatbelts. All the men ignore the caution; they just put their hands out to hold onto something as the plane lands. Tattoo and I kneel close by Master's legs.

There is the loud scream of tires hitting the runway. The handlers don't waste any time, they begin to unlock the twenty empty cages. They are so light; a handler can carry one in each hand toward the open spot by the weird thing by the door. I don't know what it is I just kneel beside Tattoo keeping my leash as slack as hers behind Master while his men do what they have to do.

Even before the plane stops, the men open the huge cargo door to let the tropical heat pour in. Master stands in the opening beside the man at the huge gun with Tattoo and I behind him.

Below us is a small ragtag army of men dressed in camouflage, cut off jeans and anything else they want. They all have what I think are AK something or other guns pointed near us.

At a signal from Master, loud electric motors spring to life. This time I am proud that I can stay perfectly still as the contraption beside me unfolds to become a conveyer belt for the cages and stairs to the ground. 

Master's two huge bodyguards appear out of nowhere in front of us. I didn't even know they were on the plane. They stroll down the stairs to stand on either side of the bottom of it.

You can't stroll down stairs that steep but they do it dressed in suits and ties. The armed men below back up a little when they see the large guns they show them under their coats.

"It's all a show, I want you to listen and learn today; to prove yourself to me." Master tells me without turning his head. I suck the chain in and out of my mouth to show I understand. He hears that little sound and gives me a hand signal showing his approval. "You can't go down the stairs, do you understand?"

I suck at the chain again.

"How clever you are."

I am behind and a little to the side of Master, his lips haven't moved the whole time he talks to me.

When I am pulled forward in front of Master by my leash I look down the steep stairs and know I will fall if Master makes me walk down them in my high heels. I scream as loud as I can then turn back to him, dancing at the top of the stairs in my fright. It really is a long way down. I hear laughter below.

Master bends to pick me up and puts me over his shoulder but I don't want to go, I want to stay on the plane. He carries me down the steps with my legs kicking in the air. I don't care how many men can see my cunt and the butt plug in my ass. I really am afraid to be carried off the plane down those steep steps. I was ready to die for him seconds ago but I don't want to go down those steps on his shoulder.

Halfway down Master slaps my ass so hard my legs stop kicking, go straight from the pain and then hang limp. He feels so strong under me; his ass looks so tight in his pants as he carries me down the stairs with my face inches above his belt. Tattoo is right behind us laughing quietly at my antics. They aren't antics, I really am afraid to fall. Or am I? Her leash drapes across my back while mine drags on the steps below me. Her dainty bare feet are right in front of my face as she follows Master down the stairs.

When Master reaches the ground, he puts me down on my feet. I wait for him to take my leash in his hand along with Tattoo's to lead us across the hot runway to where that bastard Frenchman waits for him in the shade of an old hanger. Master smiles at Tattoo and I. He is happy at what he sees but I know that he is mad. Not mad at us, just very displeased somehow.

"Learn from this, my fancy little slave," Master tells me with an intenseness that scares me as much as all the guns. "Never insult your enemy. The bastard should have met us here at the plane."

Master begins to walk toward the hanger with our leashes in his left hand. Tattoo and I follow closely, making sure that our leashes stay slack. The slave beside me sways with a grace that can only be matched by one of the Jaguars while I stumble along making a racket with all the bells on me. 

My loud voice startles me, "You fool; you can walk better than this! Watch Master, he owns each piece of ground his feet touch."

"You agreed with Master that you wouldn't panic again," the small voice whines.

All the guns are what scare me but I am heartened to hear both voices again and hear them agree. Soon my stride lengthens, my body sways and the bells on me ring almost like music as I gain confidence from Master's strength. Master hears the difference in my walking and signals his approval with his free hand. 

Tattoo moves close enough to me that our shoulders touch, "Good girl, now let's watch how a real man does business. That bastard Frenchman won't even know what hit him."

Suddenly I am more aware; my senses are heightened. Everything is sharper in my mind, the colours are brighter, the sounds are clearer and I seem to know more about what is happening around me. I wonder if this is what soldiers feel like when they go into battle. I realize things like the bodyguards are shielding Tattoo and I, not Master. He doesn't need guarding but we do; between the gold and precious jewels welded on my body and the cash that I suspect is in the heavy case in Tattoo's left hand we could buy the island we are on twice over. 

Master is so handsome in front of me; his crisp white shirt almost blinds me now. His sleeves, I notice for the first time, are puffed out like a buccaneer from the days of pirates. There is even lace on the cuffs.

"Only Master can get away with that," my loud voice tells me very quietly as if in awe. "And look at his men, they all are dressed perfectly. Their guns are shinier and bigger too."

They are dressed so well and the machine gun on the plane is very, very big. It really is a show and I not only get to watch it, I am right in the centre of it. I wonder to myself how I ever got here as I hold my head just a little higher. I know that it was my fault, but now that I am here, I don't think I would miss what is going on for the world. I am actually close to having an orgasm. 




Slave Ch. 03



Note: This is a fetish story involving a bisexual submissive man. So there's guy-on-guy action, piss play, cross-dressing and much more. If that's not your bag, please don't read it. If it is, enjoy! Comments are welcome, including constructive criticism. Now on with the depravity... 

***** 

Good thing the next day was a Sunday. I was walking funny. I was sore all over, in places I hadn't known could be sore. How I managed to get around at work on Monday without giving anything away is beyond me. As the week dragged on, I found myself preoccupied with the events of Saturday. I managed to get my work done, but my mind kept wandering back to the wonderful abuse I had taken that glorious night. 

I wanted more. Much more. 

Mistress had forbidden me to masturbate all week, promising an eventful weekend. She had ordered me to make sure my schedule was cleared out starting Friday night after work all the way through Sunday night. I had the feeling that the working over I had just received was nothing compared to what was to come, but she wasn't dropping any hints. 

As bad as the rest of the week dragged, Friday positively plodded along. I was in a constant state of arousal, partly because my mind kept going to a very dirty place, thinking about what might happen that weekend, partly because of the pink lace panties I had on under my jeans. 

At around 4 pm, I finally got a text. 'slave, as soon as you get home from work, take your Levitra, do your clean up, then get dressed in the same outfit you had on Saturday night after Deke left, plus the pink panties you've been wearing all day . Put the blankets and pillows down on the living room floor, and put the toy boxes on the dining room table. We will be arriving at 6. Be ready.' We? I wondered just how many that meant. That also only gave me about 45 minutes to prep once I got home. 

The second the clock hit five, I was out the door. I raced through the preparations, and was just sitting the last of the toys out when the door opened. In walked Mistress Kay, followed by Joe, the black delivery boy I had sucked off Saturday night. Mistress was smirking. Joe nodded. "Hey there bitch. Look what we brung you tonight!" 

He held the door open as six more of his friends, all black, all big, walked in. The trash talk started immediately, all going on about how they were going to tear my white trash ass up. 

I will admit, I was equally turned on and terrified. 

Mistress walked over and quietly spoke to me. "We've talked about your gangbang fantasies. I know this is one of them. I can promise you it's going to get rough. I can also promise you they're all clean, and know the rules and the safe word. I know and trust these guys. If you don't want to do this, say the safe word right now. Otherwise, get ready to be fucked all night." 

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Let's do this. Thank you Mistress." 

She smiled, kissed my cheek, then turned to the seven horny black men. "Tear this faggot ass up, boys." She pushed me toward them, then went and grabbed the camera. She didn't want to miss any of this. 

I stumbled over to them, and was immediately pushed to my knees. One of them, Louis I found out later, already had his cock out. It was nearly eight inches flaccid. He grabbed my head and rubbed his cockhead against my lips. 

"Joe here says you suck dick good. Prove it, bitch!" With that, the 19 year old jammed his hardening member into my mouth and started face-fucking me. As I sucked for all I was worth, I reached out and started jacking off two more huge black cocks. The rest of the men started tearing my clothes off, to impatient to let me remove them. Soon, all I had on were the somewhat shredded crotchless hose and my heels. 

"Look at this little white bitch! He ain't got a hair on his body." Michael, a 21 year old with an 11 inch cock, was pinching and twisting my nipples. He was right, I kept myself completely shaved below the neck. 

Joe was kneeling behind me. "I been thinking about fucking this white slut ass all damn week!" He spit on his cock, nudged the head past my sphincter, then drove home in one rapid thrust. I was glad I had prelubed. There was nothing gentle about it. And that was the way of it all night. As he started railing my ass, he grabbed my hair and forced me down on Louis' now ten inch rock hard cock. "That's right, bitch. Take it all! We gonna fuck you up tonight, faggot!" 

The 18 year old was hammering his ten incher into my ass. I was loving it. I was being spit-roasted by two hung young black studs, ten inches in my ass, ten inches in my throat. And there were five more waiting. It was hard to concentrate on anything else right then, but I could see that several of the cocks waiting to abuse my holes were even bigger. 

The smallest one there that night was nine fat inches. The biggest was a mind boggling fifteen inches long and over three thick. Talk about getting stretched! 

Louis grabbed my head and forced his cock down my gullet, mashing my face into his coarse pubic hair. "Oh, Goddamn yes! Take it faggot!" He shot his load straight into my throat. I could barely keep up with the flow, and wound up gagging and coughing as he pulled out of my mouth. 

Joe wasn't far behind. He pulled out of my ass and quickly moved around to my head, force feeding me the cock fresh out of my shit-chute. "Swallow it all, slut!" I did, carefully cleaning my ass juice off as I swallowed his huge load. 

Ii didn't have time to catch my breath. I was pulled to my left. Michael was lying on his back, his rigid eleven inches jutting straight up. Two pairs of hands lifted me up and basically dropped me on that gorgeous chunk of manhood. It shot straight up my ass, and Mike started butt-fucking me at a rapid pace. 

Zeke, a 25 year old, knelt behind me and slid his nine inch member in alongside Mike's and quickly found a rhythm as they pounded my slut ass together. I looked up to see Jamal spreading his cheeks in front of me, his massive fifteen inch cock and heavy balls dangling , making my mouth water. 

"Get your tongue up my ass, bitch. I need a good cleanin'." I reached up and pulled him back , burying my tongue up that beautiful 20 year old black ass. Jamal moaned as I rimmed and tongue fucked him. I found I quite liked the taste of sweaty black ass. 

"Keep licking that ass, bitch." Like I had any intentions of stopping. I could feel some shuffling around behind me. "Relax, bitch." My eyes nearly bulged out as I felt Mo's thirteen inch monster slide into my asshole, an asshole that already had two huge dicks in it. 

Mistress Kay was right there filming, one hand inside her panties. "I told you we needed to try three at once, didn't I slave?" I moaned a yes from between Jamal's cheeks. 

Three cocks in my ass! One more fantasy off the bucket list. I was I sissy heaven again as the three black studs started hammering my ass. Jamal had me take his balls into my mouth and was moaning happily as I sucked on them. 

Jamal turned around, and I took turns sucking his and Bobby's huge cocks. Bobby was another 20 year old, all muscle, sporting a twelve inch long cock that was just over two inches thick. I could get more of his dick in my mouth than Jamal's, but I tried to make up for that by working up and down the length of it. 

I managed to get the heads of both cocks in my mouth at the same time, and sucked and licked like a madman. My head was swimming. I had five cocks in me at once! And as I felt two of the cocks in my ass explode, I came. Jamal laughed and slapped my cheek as I sucked on the two cocks in my mouth. "Waddaya know, the little white cunt likes it!" 

I did. I really did. 

Mistress had Jilled off several times watching all the action, and was sitting on the couch still videoing everything. "Make sure he licks that off." 

Mike laughed. "Oh, we will!" All three cocks were still in my ass. Mo finally came. All three pulled out of my now gaping rectum, Zeke and Mo lying down next to Mike. Jamal and Bobby pulled out of my mouth. Bobby grabbed me by the hair and pushed me toward the three reclining men. 

"Suck those cocks clean, bitch." On my hands and knees, I started licking and sucking the cocks fresh out of my ass. The depravity of ass-to-mouth has always been a massive turn on for me, and knowing that the three huge cocks I was cleaning had been up my shit-chute at the same time was almost enough to make me cum again. I couldn't wait to watch the video! 

Jamal slid in behind me. "Keep eating that cum, bitch." And then he drove the breath out of me as he rammed all fifteen huge inches up my ass and started butt-fucking me like there was no tomorrow. To this day, that's the biggest real cock I've ever had. And I've had it many times since. 

I had finished my clean up job, and was now limp as Jamal literally pounded me into submission. I came back to reality as I felt myself being lifted by several pairs of hands. Jamal stood with me, his massive tool never leaving my ass. My legs were lifted and Bobby stepped in front of me. I was raised up so Jamal's cock was just inside my ass. Bobby slipped in close and pressed his cock against Jamal's, then I was lowered back down. 

I moaned like a bitch in heat as the two huge tools slid into my epically stretched shit-chute. When both men bottomed out, I hung there between them, the other guys holding my legs up, my weight supported by their cocks. 

Them Jamal and Bobby grabbed my ass and started slamming me up and down, hard, raping my ass like the white trash cock-slut I had become. The guys were laughing and calling me all manner of names. Mistress Kay was happily videoing all of it. I was moaning and drooling and begging them to fuck my ass harder. 

I'm not sure how long they fucked me. I know I came again. Somewhere along the way I slipped off into subspace. The truth is I had found my place in the world. I had come to crave cock in my ass and mouth, I didn't give a damn if it was real or fake. I had become a cock-slut. The simple truth is I'm happiest when I'm being used and abused to provide someone else pleasure. My Mistress had figured that out about me and set about making it happen. It wasn't just something I wanted, I needed it, needed to be dominated, needed to be fucked and abused like this. 

A psychologist would probably have a field day with it. I just knew this was bliss. Having my ass and mouth fucked, no, raped like this. 

It was a long night. They all had at least two turns in my ass. I ate what seemed like gallons of cum. I managed to get nearly half of Jamal's cock down my throat. Several times through the night Mistress would scratch her own itch and pull one of the guys off to fuck her. Of course, I cleaned her cummy cunt after. They all took great pleasure in having me eat their sweaty asses. Three of them took turns fisting my ass while their cocks recovered. They all took a break and watched me fuck myself with a baseball bat and a wine bottle. 

The night ended with me lying in the bathtub as all seven men and Mistress Kay pissed all over me. When they were done, there was over an inch of urine in the tub. Two of them grabbed my feet and held my legs up as Mistress aimed my penis so I could piss in my own mouth. Jamal then forced my face down into to pool of piss and made me drink. 

As I lay there, covered in cum and piss, wearing nothing but the shredded remains of the crotchless hose, I was content. I had done my duty well that night. I could hear the guys laughing and talking as Mistress showed them out. 

"Anytime you need that bitch of yours fucked, you just let us know, Kay. I know a few more guys and some gals too that would love a piece of that white slut ass," Jamal said as he hugged her. 

"Definitely. I guarantee this isn't the last time we do this. Jamal, Joe, thanks for helping set this up." 

"No problem babe. Like Jamal said, anytime. That is definitely an ass that was made for fuckin'. Hell, I might stop by if I need to take a piss!" 

"Just call. If he's here, he's your toilet. I certainly enjoy using him." Still in the tub, I grinned at the thought of those young studs dropping by to use me as a urinal. 

Mistress locked the door after them, then came back to the bathroom. She grinned down at me as I lay there. "That was fucking amazing! I can't believe you took all those cocks!" 

I sat up, a tired smile on my face. "Thank you. That was ... God, that was just unbelievable! I can't wait for the next time!" 

Mistress had shucked her clothes and stepped into the tub, pulling me to my feet. "So you'd do it again?" 

"In a heartbeat. Mistress, I will do whatever you want me to do, fuck whoever you want me to fuck. I trust you. I know you won't allow things to go too far. I'm happier right now that I've ever been. This is what I'm meant to do." 

"You really are a cock-slut, aren't you? My cock-slut." She pulled the plug and turned on the shower. The warm water felt wonderful on my tired, abused body. "Well, remember what you just said, bitch. Because tomorrow night, you, my little whore, are the entertainment at my friend's bachelorette party. And there are going to be at least twenty women there. Probably more. If you think you got a workout tonight, bitch, you ain't seen nothin' yet!" 

And with that she kissed me, licking the piss and cum off my face, grabbing my still hard cock and sliding it into her pussy. As we stood there fucking under the spray, I thought about that night, and the next night. As she wrapped her legs around my back and rode me to orgasm, I laughed, fucking her harder. 

Life was good! 

To be continued...



Slave Ch. 04



Melody pushed herself up from my lap and sat on the bed, spreading her legs wide so Slave could see her pink slit glistening with its fuck honey already. She held up the remote control as I pushed the rest of my clothes off my body, unceremoniously dumping them on the floor. Melody turned on the switch that started the whole unit rotating on its cam system, the effects of which were immediately apparent on Slave's face and in her twitching body language. She was crying as her pussy issued forth another gush of cum, straight down onto her 20 year old Care bear.

"Id' say she really enjoys her new toy," Melody said, fingering her clit lightly in long strokes of her pussy.

"I know I like mine," I purred, licking my lips while staring at Mel. She looked up at me, biting her lower lip, leaning back on the bed.

"Well then fuck me!" she almost laughed. "I need that dick of yours splitting my pussy! Or maybe in my ass, or tit fucking me, or anywhere...I just need to feel that piece of meat!" Melody said, sitting up and reaching out for my rampant cock.

"Tsk tsk tsk," I clucked. "Let the Slave decide. Slave! What do you want to see your friend fucked first?" She looked up at me, tears welling up in her blue eyes, her body twitching. She said nothing, but her face was pleading to stop the delicious torture. "No answer?" I said after a few seconds. "Mel, try to persuade her," I said. Melody got an evil grin on her face and she clicked the button for the micro-vibrators to kick on, turning each of the 10 spinning knobs in her cunt into a mini-vibrator. Slave started to twitch and convulse in the chair, her nostrils flaring as she tried to catch her breath. Slave screamed into the ball gag, taking a deep breath and screaming again.

"Looks like Rainbow Bear is getting a bath," I said, reaching down and pushing into the soggy stuffed animal. My finger didn't quite squish into the worn material, but it would by the end of the afternoon. Slave started openly sobbing, cuming like she'd never cum before, and still humiliated as hell.

"Melody, since Slave can't get it figured out, maybe you should pick. Pussy or ass?" I said, standing up and wiping my finger through Slave's hair to get the cum off it.

"MMmmmmm, how about ass? Your next load will still be good sized and that'll get one of her pretty little animals dirtier," Melody said sluttily. I sat down on the bed and lay back next to Melody, my 9 inch rod standing at full mast. 

"I like how you think," I said. "Slave, until I say otherwise you also belong to Melody. You will do anything she says, no matter what. Is that understood?" Slave mumbled something through orgasm and ball gag and nodded. Melody was wasting no time in climbing over my legs. She pulled my cock against her boiling sex a few times to lube it up with her generously watering twat before sinking it into her ass.

"Slut! Watch..." Melody said, moaning as she felt my dick split her ass and move into her tight, hot ass. The heat was amazing, the tightness was even better. It made me want to cum right then and there, especially after watching Slave's fuzzy little pussy cum into her Care bear. We both moaned as she started back up, managing only 4 inches in her ass on the first stroke. She slowly built up a rhythm and it wasn't long at all until the entire length of my cock was buried in her hot channel, her pussy gasping like a fish on top of my balls, her juices thickly coating my sack. Slave's eyes were glued to the scene the whole time.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yes!" Melody mewed. I sat up slightly and reached around to fuck her clit with my fingers. I felt her own hand working inside her pussy, her rapidly moving fingers hitting mine as we worked her pussy flesh, her knuckles against the thin wall between her pussy and my cock as she rapidly frigged her own g-spot.

"Slave, she's going to cum, and it's going to be big. I can feel her tight ass squeezing against my dick, it makes me want to cum, too...but you've got so many stuffed animals that need to be coated here for your punishment," I said, speeding up my ministrations on her clit. My fingers stroked softly, quickly, and teasingly, barely brushing against her little bud, but making her jump every time I did.

"It has been a while since you've been properly fucked, hasn't it?" I said, leaning up so my breath collided with the tan skin just behind her ear. I licked her ear lobe gently and her body convulsed heavier. 

"Yessssss," Mel whimpered.

"You want to cum?" I asked, licking along her neck.

"Badly. Please!" she begged. I grabbed the nearest stuffed animal I could find, one of the many small Pound Puppies scattered on the bed, and teased it up Melody's thighs. 

"Let her down a little, I want to see her face as your pussy creams all over her toy," I whispered. Melody reached over and clicked the vibrator down to almost nothing at all. With her hand gone, I pushed the soft plush animal up inside her pussy, stroking it inside her opposite her bouncing ass on my cock. Slave looked up and saw only the last inch of her favorite Pound Puppy sticking out of her friend and neighbor and she screamed, her eyes welling up with tears again, but her pussy letting loose another gush of cum into her teal bear.

"Cum. Cum you horny bitch. Coat this furry fucker with your cunt juice, punish Slave for being a slut and show her how a real slut behaves," I hissed, my lips sucking on her neck just below her ear. Melody started to twitch and sat completely down on my dick. I felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter and I felt her juices soaking into the stuffed animal in my hand. I fucked her with it faster, the action making sloppy splashes in and out of her gushing cunt. Mel fell back against me, her body still twitching, her ass and pussy pulsing as they contracted around their intruders. It took everything I had to not shoot my hot load up her ass right there. I pushed the rest of the Pound Puppy up inside her quivering quim, and Melody's orgasm slowed down enough she could breathe again. I let her come down a little more before hitting her clit with my fingers, strumming it like a guitar in a heavy metal band.

"OH FUCK YES!" Melody screamed, her voice going several octaves higher, almost hurting my ears. I looked at Slave and her eyes were riveted to Mel's pussy, drinking in the sight before her, no longer crying. 

"Second cum, second animal," I said quickly. I pulled the Pound Puppy free from Mel's pussy with a wet plop and quickly put another stuffed animal to her convulsing cunt; this one a small brown teddy bear. I threw the small dog against Slave's chest, the cum-coated stuffed animal splattering against her skin, leaving a wet spot where it bounced off her puffy left nipple.

I rubbed the bear up and down Melody's slit, soaking it thoroughly. Her sphincter was working my dick like a butterfly winged vice and it wouldn't be long before I popped.

"If I'm going to cum, she's going to cum," I hissed, reaching over for the remote and turning all the selections to full power. Slave's eyes went wide with panicked pleasure and she inhaled sharply before screaming into her ball gag. Another sharp breath, another scream, this one longer and louder than the last. I could hear her pussy squirting juice into her bear, and it was no longer enough of a sponge to contain her cum. It started dripping out of the bear and down the chair, falling in an orgasm induced rain.

I lost it. I felt my dick surge inside Mel's ass, and Mel felt it cuming, too. She pushed herself up off my thighs a little, letting just the head of my dick stay embedded firmly in her tight ass. I looked down to see my cock pull heavily with each shot of cum that blew into Melody's rectum. She took over fucking herself with the teddy bear through her orgasm. I could see Slave's eyes glued to my twitching cock, her eyes filled with lust and fear. I felt myself twitch heavily as the last load of cum shot into Mel's hot ass. I looked around for something to use as a cum mop and my eyes fell on he sock monkey.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Mel started moaning as she came back to her senses. She tossed the cum soaked bear to Slave, colliding with her right puffy nipple, leaving a second smear of cum on Slave's pale chest.

"That's just what I was thinking," I moaned, my cock still twitching inside Mel's ass in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Doesn't she ever run out of cum?" Melody asked, pointing at Slave. Her cum was still dripping off the front edge of the chair, but her head had gone limp and her chin was resting against her chest.

"I don't know about cum, but it sure as hell looks like she passed out," I said, panting to get my breath back.

"So what about us then?" Mel said, wiggling her gorgeous ass in front of my eyes, trying to keep my softening dick buried in her ass.

"Well, Curious George here is going to get a cum bath and we'll clean up. I'll decide what to do with her in the mean time," I said. Melody slowly lifted herself off my cock, moaning in complaint the entire time. My thick head popped free from her tight confinement and we both sighed. I put the sock monkey under her ass and almost immediately my cum started draining from her dark hole. There wasn't much left; I'd already painted her tits once today, and not that long ago, really. It sure stained the monkey though, and that's what I was going after.

"I think we'd better shower separately," she said, wincing a little as she swung her leg over mine and slid off the bed to stand up. I pushed myself up, my arms bracing me for support. "We need some recovery time," she said. Her hand went to leisurely stroking her red cunt. "This poor girl hasn't had a work out like that in a long time, and the last time Frank was home the only thing he wanted to do was ass-fuck. I'm gonna sleep like a baby kitten tonight.

I nodded. My balls didn't quite hurt yet, but I'd shot a lot of jizz so far today and I was thirsty as hell. I stood up and escorted my naked neighbor to the back door so she could take the deck to her house and be seen by fewer people.

"Clothes?" I questioned.

"Fuck it. There's just something about walking around naked outside," she said, giving me a quick wink before disappearing through the door.

I took a quick shower, cleaning my cock off carefully; we'd rubbed the poor thing raw, but goddamn did it feel good at the time. I toweled off and walked back into Slave's room. She was still bound to the chair, her eyes wide and tears were running down her cheeks. Her whole body was trembling and in the silence I heard the motors of the super-vibrator whirring at full speed inside her pussy and ass. She had a pleading look on her face and the whole room smelled of her pussy juice. There was a dark stain on the carpet below the chair, and her juice was still slowly dripping from the front of her chair. Her whole room was going to smell like pussy for quite a while. Part of me received a dark satisfaction in that, part of me felt concerned that my friends wouldn't get their security deposit back when they moved out of the apartment.

I walked over to the bed and held up the remote. I showed it to Slave and waved it slowly.

"Have you learned your lesson?" I asked. Her bleary eyes and tear streaked cheeks bobbed in time with her heaving chest. She looked like she was fighting off another orgasm and I toyed with the idea of making her cum again. She mumbled something that I took to be a "Yes, Sir" and I nodded.

"Good," I said, shutting the device off via remote. I unbuckled the still cum-soaked ball gag and she breathed heavily, her body still trembling from being in punishing orgasm for nearly an hour straight. I reached behind her and released her handcuffs, and with nothing holding her in the chair she slumped forward in the chair and rolled slowly onto the floor. She sat there and twitched, her pussy and ass pushing the vibrator and its battery box out of her body as more of her thick cum kept issuing from her with every push. 

I pulled the device out of her, her loose pussy not even popping as it came out, but a rush of hot cum flowed out of her and over her clit, making her whole body twitch. I set the vibe on her dresser and picked up her cum-soaked Care bear. It felt like it had been at the bottom of a lake.

"Suck your cum from your bear. We'll give your pussy a rest, but your mouth didn't get any punishment," I said firmly. She didn't even look at me, didn't nod, and didn't speak. I tossed the bear next to her and it splatted against the carpet, spraying her chest with droplets of cum. Her arm weakly pulled the dripping fabric to her mouth and she put an arm in and started drinking the cum from her favorite stuffed animal.

I put my pants on and went into the other room to see what was happening in the clean world. Jim was still playing his video game and was doing quite well.

"I think everyone in a three block radius heard you guys in there," he said, not taking his fingers off the controller or his eyes off the screen.

"Sorry about that."

"Fuckin' should be. You're lucky you're the good friend you are or I'd have busted in there and kicked you square in the balls just to shut you up."

"Lucky me then," I sighed, smiling. I fished around the side of the couch and found an unopened, but decidedly warm beer. I was watching Jim play in silence for most of the next 10 minutes.

"I'd better go check on her, she's awfully quiet," I said and pushed up from the couch. I walked back to her room to find her sitting in her cum soaked chair, her teddy bear sitting on her dresser, still wet, but not nearly so much as it was before.

"Why?" she asked, half sobbing.

"Because you have no discipline, Slave. You make stupid decisions and you don't even think about the consequences. Everything in your life is drinking and fucking and if you get a disease, big fuckin' deal. How many guys have you fucked without protection?"

"I don't know, like 12 or 15," she stammered.

"Bullshit," I said cutting her off. "That slutty cunt of your has had more than that..."

"This year," she said, cutting me off. I stopped, my mouth hanging open slightly. I shut it and nodded, not that she could see it.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about. No fucking responsibility at all. Not a care in the world. That's gonna change. You infected the wrong mother fucker this time, ho," I said, angrily, but not shouting. I let the words sink in for a moment and her shoulders started to bob with her sobbing.

"I didn't mean," she blubbered through her tears.

"You didn't think, is more appropriate," I said flatly. Her sobs reached a vocal level now, and was bordering on wailing as she snuffed her nose.

"So you're here to teach me, is that it?" she said, taking a deep breath and trying to stifle her crying.

"Something like that, Slave. Get yourself cleaned up, you've learned your lesson for the day," I said turning and walked out of the room.

"I learned something today, Sir," she said quietly. I paused in my step. "I learned I really am the slut that everyone always told me I am," she continued. I continued out the door and I barely heard her whisper, "And I learned that I like it. All of it."



Slave Ch. 04



I am naked; forced to be on my knees in the total submissive position by a leash that is locked to a ring in the floor. My hands are cuffed behind my back and my head is kept so low by the chain at my neck that my slave tits hang off my chest. The heavy gold chain that connects my sensitive nipples by the thick rings that pierce them sways below me almost touching the floor. I keep my legs spread wide because I must so that Master can see my bald, pierced slave cunt when he wishes, showing the little silver bell hanging from my clit hood and the heavy gold rings in cunt lips that are tattooed a deep plum color to please him. 

The wait for Master to come back into the room to give me my reward is endless. I can feel every piercing and chain on my body and imagine I can still feel the burning of the tattoos he has forced on me. The large black and gold 'S' on the left side of my face brands me as a slave forever while the gold lion head between my slave tits marks me as his. 

I know that Master is proud of how I acted on that Caribbean island today, but my slave body quivers at the thought of being caned before he takes his pleasure of me like he did only two nights ago. I still see the angry red welts on my tits and know that they show, faintly, all over me.

"Does he always cane his slaves before using them?" my small voice whimpers.

The loud voice answers, "That's not for you to ask. He will do what he wants with you."

I don't care what my voices say to each other any more. I will obey Master and accept whatever he chooses to do with the body he owns as best I can. I am his property to do with as he wishes.

"Did I really just think that?" 

Until I can escape this madness I know I must submit to being a total slave just to survive. That thought doesn't explain the wetness between my thighs though. It might not just be the potion that Tattoo put on my clit and nipples to make them always swollen in desperate need or the drugs and subliminal training. The craving to have his or any thick cock in every slave hole is overpowering. I don't know if it is the conditioning or my own lifelong dreams anymore. I just know that I have always needed to be a slave.

There is time for me to think about what has happened to me in the last weeks. About how I was sold at auction to the black Master who took my virginity and altered the body that he now owned to suit his every whim without a second thought. The plane I am now on that is taking me only Master knows where. The number of masters and mistresses that have taken their pleasure with the body that I might not ever be able to call mine again is too large for me to count. 

Today will be burned into my memory forever though. The bright sun, human misery and horrible deaths I saw keep playing in my mind. 

"Did I really save Master's plane from being blown up today?" I ask myself. 

Now I wait for the promised reward for my loyalty, whatever it is. 

"I'm not loyal; I am surviving," is the sad truth that I think.

The door to Master's suite opens with a soft hiss, letting someone in. Tattoo kneels beside me to unlock the leash from the eyebolt in the floor and waits beside me with it in her upraised hands. Freed from the total submissive position I sit up on my heels with my shoulders back to better show off my slave tits. My head is down with my eyes focused on the floor. As we wait in total silence I sneak a glance at the beautiful black slave beside me; she is covered from head to toe with brilliant tattoos.  

My heart races when I hear Master walk into the room.

I listen to each heavy step as he approaches me. Somehow I know that he is barefoot and is wearing only his lion skin kilt; the one with slits to the waist on the sides and in front so a slave can touch his proud cock when he demands. I am not allowed to move in Master's presence until I can see him. Then I must only look at his cock until he tells me otherwise. 

When the muscular black legs of Master stop in front of me I find myself compelled to slowly raise my head, adoring every inch of sleek flesh as I look up to gaze at what I need, no, crave. The kilt he often wears when he is in one of his homes is short enough that it doesn't even pretend to cover his beautiful cock and when I am kneeling I can look at all of him.

"He's made you think this way!" my small voice quails.

"Yes he did, but you always wanted to be this way, haven't you. You grew up wishing to be a slave and now you are a slave; owned body and soul by Master. "Your lifelong fantasy has come true, hasn't it," the loud voice reasons in my head.

"I have to escape! This is not how I dreamed my life as a slave would be like," I think even as my mouth waters and my slave cunt begins to drip its musky wetness down my thighs at the sight of Master.

'You can't escape, you fool," the loud voice calmly tells me.

Master's deep voice cuts through all my thoughts, "The leash."

Tattoo offers him the leather handle of the chain attached to the gold collar around my neck and then sits back on her heels; her job done for now.

"Come, slave."

I barely have time to stand as gracefully as I can before Master starts walking toward another shut door. I can't help myself as I follow the leash; I walk like the fancy slave I am now with my hips swaying and my slave tits rolling on my chest as I follow Master, making sure to keep the leash slack in his hand as I have been taught. The silver bell between my thighs tinkles brightly with each step I take, driving me crazy as it bounces on my clit. 

As we approach the door it hisses open to reveal his office.

Not knowing what to expect I follow Master into the next room. Inside I see... Africa. The walls are covered with the mounted heads of animals, with spears and shields and dark masks hanging everywhere. On the wall behind a huge mahogany desk is a lions head with a full mane. Below that is another head that stops me in my tracks. It is the badly cured head of a man. It is hideous with skin so dark and dried that I can't even guess whether the man was black or white. One of its eyes is swollen shut and the other shriveled one hangs by a dried optical cord. Whoever the man was must have died seeing the world as a strange never ending kaleidoscope of hell as his eye swung out of its socket. 

"Was the man was alive when his head was cut off?" my small voice quavers.

The leash at my throat straightens and goes taut, scaring me as Master continues to walk toward his desk. I have been taught to never let that happen. I can't help myself though; the sight of that head has made me realize just how dangerous Master's world can be.

"You will be punished for not following me properly," Master tells me in an almost soft voice as he too, looks at the head on the wall. "He was the man who captured me as a child and enslaved me." Master seems to be in another place as he continues, "As his property I watched and learned the trade from him for two long years until he tried to take me." He pauses for a moment and then goes on, "I was so young then; not even ten I think when he took me to his bed and tried to fuck my ass. We fought for what seemed like hours and when I finally killed him I cut off his head and escaped into the wilderness with it hanging by the long, thin hair he had. I ran until I met a village witch who helped me to preserve it and there he is; watching me as best he can, the bastard, as I prosper as a free man in the trade he taught me."

I can't believe that Master has been anything but a free man all his life, but to know that he, too, was a slave is something to think about.

At a strong tug on the leash at my neck I am brought back to Master's present. I go to crawl under the desk so I can suck on his cock like I have been trained but he leads me around it to kneel at his side as he sits in his leather chair.

Master tilts my head up so I must look into his dark eyes, "You have been of service to me today, slave and deserve a reward."

My whole body quivers with a sensual, submissive feeling of joy as I stare into the deepest, darkest eyes that I have ever seen wondering just what Master will give me. It won't be my freedom, I know that now.

"You have proven your loyalty to your Master today, slave. By warning me about the crazy plan that bastard Frenchman had you saved many lives."

My small voice whines, "You were just saving your own neck. They would have cut off your head to get the jeweled gold collar off you." 

"Yes, and your hands and feet first for the gold cuffs there," my loud voice agrees.

These thoughts have me wondering how dangerous escaping will be. The gold and jewels welded onto my body are worth too much for me to go running out naked like I am out into a street somewhere, anywhere; I must plan properly. 

"Your loyal warning deserves one from me as a reward," Master continues. "Life with me is dangerous and I suspect that one of my business partners is trying to use my sons to take what I have. It hurts me to say that my sons are sadistic fools being used by a rival but I think it true. 

"They have been told to leave my fancies alone but they have taken one in the past and tortured her for their pleasure and made her speak in her pain. It saddened me to have my slave bite her tongue out. I have punished them time and again but boys will be boys and they are mine, but they have gone too far with this plot and they are getting braver.

With a shudder I remember seeing that tongue the first night of my slavery. 

"While you must obey all free people and submit to their every wish I want you to try to avoid them for your safety. I will tell them again to leave my property alone though."

"Is that your reward?" my small voice asks, "Is that all?"

"What can a slave expect?" the loud voice answers. "He owns you. You shouldn't expect anything at all. You are nothing."

"What!" I think.

"Now suck my cock," Master tells me.

I feel my slave cunt get wet instantly as I lean forward to push the soft leather of Master's kilt up with my nose to lick at his cock. The scent of him drives me crazy as I run my tongue up the underside of him and lap at the thick head with my tongue. I wish that my hands are locked to the short chains that hang from my collar so I can stroke Master's cock and gently fondle his balls but they are locked securely behind me as I continue to lick the proud, thick dark head.

Opening my mouth I take Master's entire length into me in one slow swallow and feel him stretch my throat with his size. My nose rubs tenderly up against the gold lions head tattoo underneath his thick pubic hairs as I pleasure him. He holds my head tight to him as I swallow over and over again exciting my Master until he cums deep in my throat. The first shots of cum go straight into my stomach and then I pull back so I can taste him. God, how I love the taste of a man as he shoots his seed into me! My timing is all wrong, though. I thought he had pumped most of his seed into my stomach so I have pulled back too soon in my haste to taste him and his sperm fills my mouth to run down my chin onto my slave tits. I feel the heat of his cum as he keeps filling my mouth and gladly let it flow down my chin. 

"You are such a cum slut," my small voice quails.

"Yes! Now smear it all over yourself!" my loud voice yells.

I can't do that. My hands are locked behind me. All I can do is lick Master's cock clean and lean back showing him what he has left on me. 

He smiles down at me and then stands to walk around me as if I didn't exist as he leaves the room.

Not being told what to do I stay kneeing where Master left me until Tattoo collects me to chain me to the foot of his bed still covered with his cum. The last thing I hear before I go to sleep on the hard mat there is the soft noises of Master and Tattoo as he gently makes love to her. Tears run down a face that can't be touched by me ever again. Master has decided that I can't touch myself anywhere but my slave tits. I cry quietly so as to not annoy them and earn even more punishment.

"Slave."

What?

"Wake up Slave."

Me? What?

Shit! Where am I?

I sometimes forget what has happened to me. How can I? I don't know.

My hands are always chained together and I am always naked even though I am covered in chains; I can feel them everywhere on me.

A hand gently pulls at me, yanking at the chain between my tits.

"Get up slave."

"Do you have to pee?" another voice asks.

Yes, I do have to pee. The voices are the slaves Asia and Russia that look after me, my girls, as I call them.

"Please let me pee on the toilet," I think as I look up at them with pleading eyes; helpless and chained.

"Master did leave such a mess on her didn't he," Asia tsks.

"Well, lets get her into the shower so I don't have to clean her slave cunt twice. The cum slut can pee there," Russia answers. 

"I'm not a slut!" I think as I wait for the girls to take me to the shower so I can piss down my legs where I stand as they wash cum off of me. 

"Master made me this way!" my small voice yells.

"Yeah, right," the loud voice says quietly, "slave."

When the girls finally get me back to the slave quarters I don't even think twice and let the piss run down my legs in the shower.

"See she really needed to piss, poor thing," Asia says to Russia as they gently wash me. I am used to them talking about me as if I wasn't there even as they attend to my every need from feeding me to wiping my new, bigger slave ass. The only thing expected of me is the complete submission to any person Master lets use me; be they a slave or free.

After the shower my girls lavish attention on makeup, hair and the ribbons they must lace tediously through dozens of rings in the skin of my sides all the way from my chest to my knees. They chatter on about how we will be landing somewhere in Africa today so Master can trade ten captured blondes for some Nubian girls; very tall, elegant young women that sell so well in certain markets. It seems the Sheik and his son are close friends of Master's and we will spend the night there. I am surprised to learn that Master knows that I can belly dance too. How he knows that is beyond me but I hear that am I to dance tonight. I learned as a teenager and loved it, especially the slave dances. That might have been where I first knew I wanted to be a slave as I danced naked in my bedroom in front of the mirror on my dresser.

When my girls are done preparing me I strut about the tiny room for them so they can see if they have missed something. I feel like a queen in my high heels with the hair in my butt plug swishing around my legs. The list of things that Master has had done to his property is fast becoming endless. I have lost track of the number of gold rings that pierce my face and body, the chains that connect them and the tattoos! The gold tattoo between my slave tits I could cover up if I escaped but the large black and gold 'S' on my left cheek made me cry for days until I got used to seeing the top of it on my high cheek bone.

It really is amazing what you can get used to. I don't know whether it is the drug enhanced subliminal programming to accept my slavery or my inherent need to be one; the reason for my needs has become blurred, inconsequential. I love how I feel as I walk about the room feeling every chain, hearing the silver bell as it bounces on my clit making me want to have a cock in me, any cock anywhere, or maybe a pussy to lick with the pierced tongue that I have learned to use so well.

I suppose that I should quit calling Master's property mine; thinking 'my' body this, 'my' chains that is wrong. Everything I am now is Master's, absolutely everything I see is his, including me.

"God, did I just think that!" I sob to myself, "I have to get out here."

These moments of clarity are getting fewer and fewer in the last few days causing me to think that, what, am I giving in to him or is it my needs? I have to build a room in my mind for me, and yes the voices too, while I try to plan what to do.

The noise of the engines changing their pitch startles all three of us in the loud slave quarters cell.

"We had better get slave up to the front and in place now," Asia wails, "we're late!"

A leash is clipped to the ring in my clit hood and I am led down confusing halls as fast as I can walk in the ridiculous high heels I am forced to wear. Asia pulls at the leash in her haste seriously worrying me that she will rip the ring out of my tender flesh as I follow her, but she knows what she is doing and Russia has a hand on my arm to steady me in case I should start to fall.

In a breathless rush the three of us dash into the forward lounge to find it empty but for the Jaguars playing in the center of a large cushion licking each other as they always do. I realize that we are now far from the stifling mores of the west so Master can take his pets with him openly and realize that I am a pet too; a fancy. It doesn't matter; I am what he made me and expect there will be more 'improvements' in the future. 

I have to be in my proper place for landing; in the center of the room as Master has ordered, on my knees with my hands locked behind me. When Master walks in I sneak a peek at him before locking my eyes on his crotch as I have been taught. He looks so powerful dressed in casual, lightweight tropical clothes. It is becoming so unsurprising how wet my slave cunt gets when I see him.

After landing there is a series of bumps and jolts as the plane is put into a hanger like the one we were in when we left wherever we were after Master bought me. The pretty, red haired slave I have named Stewardess opens the door so Master can lead his slaves off the plane and up the jet way. It must be quite the sight; Master leading his fancy by a leash attached to her cunt with Tattoo and the girls following us and the Jaguars prancing and frolicking all around us like the cats that they have been made into.

Master is met by a tall old man in flowing white robes of the desert and a younger man wearing jeans and a T shirt. I recognize the older man as the one who saved me from punishment the first day I sucked Master's cock under his desk with a butt plug up my ass.

Master passes my leash to Tattoo, "Chain this slave to the window. She might learn something." 

I do learn something there. Below me is the plane with its huge cargo hatch open showing the men tending to the captured women and men in their tight cages. There is a conveyer belt moving screaming blond girls down to the floor of the hanger. It is obvious that whatever calming drug they were given has worn off. As each cage reaches the floor the young girl inside is pulled out, has her hands locked behind her and is led to a truck that has a large open cage waiting for them. When they are taken from the relative safety of their cages they try to get away; fighting the leering men that are handling them, pawing them. Their tits fly wildly on their chests as they fight against what is happening to them. It takes two men to move each struggling girl to her fate. One girl somehow escapes and runs, naked and barefoot out of the hanger onto the sun baked landing strip only to hop back into the shade with burned feet to kneel and plead with the men who go to get her. She shakes her head no with her blond hair flying around her and screams out as they make her stand and lead her to the cage on the truck. The last I see of the blond girls is all of them standing naked in the cage as they are driven away to whatever fate life has for them. 

Off to the side are the Nubian girls that will be put into the empty cages standing with their hands locked behind them, resigned to their fate. They wait, patiently, as only girls from the timeless continent they come from can. 




Slave Ch. 04



Behind me, as I am forced to watch the transfer of captives, Master talks with the men that greeted him. I hear nothing that they say and I am surprised when Tattoo unlocks my leash to lead me to Master so he can take me out into the hot sun on the way to a black stretch limousine. I kneel on the floor with Tattoo, the Jaguars and the girls as we are taken from the airport to the Sheik's palace at an oasis. There is nothing for me to see but the crotches of three men as I kneel on the floor of the moving car until we go into the dark of an underground garage. Before crawling into the car I do get to see an endless expanse of desert sand though.

The car door opens to let the men out. Not being told what to do the six of us slaves remain in the car until a man beckons for us to follow. I don't see Master until much later that night after I have been prepared by being oiled and scented by my girls for the dance I must perform.

We had been taken up a back elevator to the guest slave quarters when we arrived but now I am led by a slave master down marble floored hallways. I can't believe the opulence that I see as I follow the leash attached to the ring in my nose. Of all the places a leash can be attached to me I find the nose ring the most degrading; it makes me feel like something less than human.

"You are less than human you silly cow," my loud voice tells me.

"No, you are a sex slave that is being made prettier every day!" the soft voice answers; surprising me with that strong admission.

"But cows are led this way," I think to myself. 

After a walk that is longer than I have been on since being captured and enslaved I am left standing outside doors at least twenty feet tall. There is strange exotic music coming from behind them as I wait while the slave master knocks and leaves.

A girl as naked as I am opens the doors to answer the knock to lead me into a room like I have never seen before or imagined could exist. The leash that hangs from my nose ring sways back and forth as I look around me at a world so rich it shouldn't exist. The floor is covered in carpets so thick I have trouble walking in the heels I must always wear and the walls have huge tapestries in beautiful patterns. There is a domed mosaic ceiling over me, but the most amazing thing is the missing wall that leads out to a torch lit garden filled with huge tropical trees and ponds filled with lotus plants.

Master and the man I can only call Sheik recline on divans surrounded by naked slaves from the harem. Girls are waving large fronds over their heads to cool them while others serve them food by hand. A small group of men sit off to the side playing the music I heard outside the door. All around the room are other men reclining on cushions being served by even more slaves. There is a small dance floor in front of where Master and Sheik are.

I need no instructions; I know to hurry to kneel in front of Master in the submissive position. I feel so secure with my arms locked behind me on my knees waiting for Master to notice me. It seems forever before he does by saying some things that rock me to my core. 

"You will dance for us tonight my fancy."

I already know that but he goes on, "I have decided to free your hands for your dance."

The shock of what Master has just said is evident on my face; my hands haven't been free since I locked them together so many weeks ago for Miles. 

He smiles at me, "Dance well for me, slave. Earn the right to have your hands free if just for a minute or two."

I don't know what to do so I just wait on my knees staring at Master's crotch like I have been trained. At some signal from Master a slave girl picks up the leash to my nose to hand it to him. He pulls at the leash lifting my head so I must look at him. 

"Stand and turn around slave."

Staring into his eyes I stand then turn my back to Master. My knees are shaking as he unlocks my wrist cuffs. Another slave appears with long gold chains in her hands and attaches them to the collar on my neck. Master then locks my wrist cuffs to them, "You didn't think you would be completely free did you slave. Now dance for us my fancy."

A hard slap on my ass makes me shriek and prance into the centre of the dance floor to the amusement of all the men watching. It's a weird feeling being able to rub my sore ass again. Not knowing what to do with my hands I cross them behind my back as I try to decide which slave dance I should do for Master, our host and all the leering men that I see around me. I have never felt so naked and exposed as I am right now with my hands willingly crossed behind my back as if they were bound. Still not knowing which dance to do I automatically stand in the opening pose for a dance that the teacher only showed to me out of all her students; she must have known my true nature.

A gasp from the leader of the musicians draws my eyes from Master. I will be punished for looking away but I have to look. He uses his eyes to ask if I really mean to do the dance I am thinking of doing. To his amazement I nod my head yes. 

"It's your favorite dance, isn't it?" my small voice asks.

"Yes it is, it's the one that got the teacher fired when you were caught doing it nude in the gym that late night," my loud voice reminds me.

I have no more time to think. At a crash of a cymbal the music starts. It's an odd dance because I must stand still with my hands me behind as if I refuse to move for the first few refrains of the soft erotic music. When the cymbal crashes a second time I begin to dance for Master and maybe, just maybe for myself. I look at Master's host, the Sheik, as I shake my shoulders as if I am trying to break my bound wrists free; swaying my new huge tits in front of him. My whole body begins moving now as I begin rolling my hips and look into Sheiks eyes as I free my unbound hands to hold my slave tits out to him. I remember every move now; how I must slide my hands over my body as I dance. My hands are always going near to my cunt, my nipples but never touching them; always showing them. Sometimes I hold my tits out for him but never do my hands stop hovering over my slave body as I dance. I let the men around me see every part of me as I turn, dancing to the slow exotic music, but my eyes are always on the host as I was taught. As the music swells to crescendo after crescendo I pay more attention to my cunt but never touch it because the master I am dancing for must give me permission. At last I kneel in front of Sheik with my knees spread and my head back on the floor when the music stops, my hands are caressing the edges of my very wet slave cunt waiting for permission to touch myself and finish the dance with a slave's orgasm.

The music goes on and on as I wait looking at Sheik with heavy, hooded eyes, caressing my thighs, my stomach, my tits hoping to hear the word, the nod from him that will release me into that short freedom I can only get when I cum. 

I am so close to orgasm now as I touch my body everywhere but my cunt waiting for Sheik to give me a signal, a reason to give myself release. I pray that he will let me cum. After looking at Master for assurance Sheik nods his head at me. My hands fly to my cunt with one quickly fingering my swollen clit and the other pushing two fingers into me. 

I groan as the music slows to an even more sultry rhythm. The musicians are controlling me now. I want an orgasm so bad but I must follow the tempo that is set by them as I lay in front of Master and Sheik touching myself for their pleasure, not mine. The band leader moves the tempo up a little and I am so close. Then he slows it down causing me to moan out so loud in my need to the laughter from the men around me. My hips move up and down as I slide my fingers over me and into me making my whole body quiver at my touch. The music picks up a little; bringing me so close then slows again to cause another loud frustrated moan as I move to their beat. My hands slide up and down my slave cunt, one playing with my clit while the other is busy pushing into me over and over. I am so wet that I can hear the sounds of my fingers in me over the music as I bring my self closer and closer to my release. My hips buck up at my imaginary lover, my black Master, as the music rolls on. Then it slows and I have to follow it; frustrated at how close I have come to what I need but must now slow down and wait for the music to pick up again. The men play me like a fiddle as I come closer and closer to release at my own hand then they almost stops the music so the men in the room can hear my moans of pure slave lust. And I do feel the need deep in my soul. I need to cum in front of all these men, to show them what a slut slave I am. When they start the music again I finger myself over and over until I have an orgasm that won't stop. I can't believe what I am feeling as I writhe on the floor in front of dozens of men and my Master as I cum in one long string of heart stopping orgasms. My slave cunt is so wet and I have to stop or die. I think I might even pass out from the pleasure I am giving myself and I know that Master will be pleased with my performance for Sheik. 

I do almost pass out when I cum in front of all these men the last time. The music stops and all I can hear is my heavy breathing as I lay on the floor with my legs spread wide like the slut slave I am, my fingers feeling my wetness as I play with my clit in ever slowing circles. I surprise myself when a wet finger strays to feel my tight asshole and pushes in sending even more quivers through my cum wracked body. I have never felt so free as a slave. I am such a wanton slut lying on the floor with so many men watching me have one orgasm after another at the end of my dance.

Master leans over to Sheik, "She is yours."

"What!" I scream quietly.

"Master is giving you to the Sheik," my small voice cries.

"He can't!" the loud voice answers.

"I will have her picked up in a week, my good friend. Train her well, and don't forget to punish her," Master says before standing to leave the room.

"A week! What is this? Master is leaving me with this stranger for training. I am trained, aren't I? And punish me! How?"

"Any way Sheik wants fool." My loud voice tells me.

Strong hands lock mine behind my back again and grab me by my shoulders to lift me onto my feet to be led out of the room. No leash is used, four men surround me and herd me towards the door. In a panic I look around for Master but he has left.

"She's quite the fancy one isn't she," one handler says about me as I walk, no, sway in front of him; I can't just walk normally anymore no matter how I feel.

Rough hands touch me where they want as the men take me down one corridor after another. My ridiculously high heeled shoes tick and tack; echoing in the marbled splendor of the palace as I am hurried along. After a long walk we seem to be in another wing, a wing that looks softer, more feminine. I am led to a door guarded by naked men. Their collars mark them as slaves. When we get closer I gasp when I look a their crotches as I have been taught. They are eunuchs. Their cocks hang between their legs with no balls below them. I am passed by the leering, groping guards to the eunuchs and am led into another world, another century.

Tall wrought iron gates open for us and the almost men lead me into the harem; a lush garden filled with naked women. I almost stop at the sight but don't, remembering that I have at least three punishments coming already and I know that Master will have told Sheik about them. The garden is huge with ponds and tall palm trees. It is surrounded by a high wall on two sides with the others being open fronted two story almost ancient looking Roman style buildings with pillars holding up open balconies. 

A naked red haired woman comes to greet me and take me from the eunuchs who go back to their guard duties, "Welcome to the harem of our master girl. We know that you can't speak and we know that we must see to your every need because of your bondage so we all will expect you to make us happy because we all must tend to you. I hope your tongue is up to it."

The woman walks to a nearby lounge chair and sits with her legs spread wide, "Make me cum girl, now."

I have no choice, I have to depend on these women to clean me, to feed me and, yes, to wipe my slave ass when I need it; I am totally helpless. I kneel and crawl between her legs to lick at her thighs then move up to lap at her very hairy cunt with my pierced tongue. 

The woman sighs as I find her most secret spots, "My name is Fadiyah, and you will pleasure me when I wish, girl."

I nod my head yes and continue to try to make her happy.

"I bet her name wasn't that before she was captured," my loud voice tells me.

It's none of my business, I don't care.

When she is done with me I am left to roam the garden alone with her juices on my face. Soon another woman takes me to a couch and demands that I lick her too. I don't even hear her name; when she is done she just walks away like she is a master. I know my place here, I am less than a slave, I am a slave's slave and not much liked because of what they must do to keep me presentable for our master.

After licking I don't know how many clits I find an empty room to fall into a deep sleep.

In the morning I wake with a need to pee and I don't know where to go. I walk out into the garden thinking to just squat and let lose but another early riser catches me. 

"You silly slut! You can't do that!" she yells.

I stand and wait with my head down as she comes across the lawn to take me by my collar. She leads me to an open air toilet; a group of holes in the ground really and waits while I pee.

My hands are locked behind me so I stand and wait for the woman to wipe my cunt when I am done.

"You are so helpless, aren't you, you little slut," the woman says so quietly into my ear.

I sob and nod my head yes.

"I have to pee too. You can lick me clean when I am done. Maybe I will let you lick my ass too. So begins my week in a sheik's harem.

The first day is an endless string of woman's clits that I have to lick. When the sun does go down I am bathed and oiled with scents that I have never smelt before. The girls that attend to me seem envious and I wonder why.

"They know that you are going to be used by Sheik and his son tonight and, when they are done with you...well," My loud voice tells me.

"What then?" my small voice asks too quickly.

"There are a lot of young guards in this palace," the loud voice answers.

"Oh."

A eunuch comes into the room and beckons to me. My heart races as I stand to follow him down long hallways on my high heels with him holding the leash attached to my clit ring. I know that I am to be used tonight and maybe even punished. I feel so lost without Master but I hold my head high as my silver bell tinkles with each step I take. I start breathing deeply as it hits my clit over and over again. The man who can't use me just chuckles when he hears me have an orgasm. I can't help myself; just walking is a challenge since Tattoo put that potion on my clit so many weeks ago and this palace is full of long walks.

Two orgasms later we arrive at tall, ornate doors guarded by young strong looking men dressed in bright uniforms that take me from the eunuch. Their pants are so tight I can see the outline of their very erect cocks. The leash is taken off my clit ring and the men take me by my arms to lead me through the doors that almost magically open for us. Two nude girls, twins I think, bow to the men then close the doors behind us. Inside there is decadence, opulence, total grandeur and utter debauchery. Slave women; tall blonds, black beauties, Asian dolls, girls young and old from everywhere on the planet are laying on the cushions and beds in the room either playing with themselves or pleasing others with their hands and their mouths. Some use dildoes and other instruments on each other. 

The only men present are Sheik and his son sitting in the center of the room on soft divans surrounded by naked slaves attending to their every need. Son is a tall dark man with intense deep set eyes. The slave that is stroking his cock has a long way to go from the base to its thick head. I lick my lips and suck on the chain that goes from my chin to my tongue at the sight.

That is the last thing I see. A slave comes up to me as I stand between the guards and blindfolds me. The guards lead me forward until I guess I am directly in front of Sheik and his son. My hands are relocked in front of me. I feel a chain attached to the cuffs. There is a rattling sound from above and my arms are lifted up by the chain until I am almost suspended by the gold cuffs on my wrists. Strong hands then pull my feet cruelly wide apart to lock them there with even more chains. I can't move. I am held tightly in place; open to whatever my masters wish to do to me. There is sound of footsteps as the guards leave the room. I am alone now in a room filled with female slaves and two masters. 

All I can hear is my own panting breath and the moans of the slaves as they pleasure themselves. I am left alone in my darkness for what seems like hours but can only be minutes until a soft woman's voice whispers in my ear, "I won't gag you. Our Masters likes to here their slaves scream when they are whipped."

I am the slave chosen to punish you and I look forward to it. You'll like my whip, slave."

I try to shake my head no but there is a loud swish and the first blow lands on my ass. I have never felt such hot sudden pain before. I cry out my agony then cry again when the lash hits me on my back. Only two lashes and I am sobbing in my hurt, my pain but the lashes don't stop. The next one is across my slave tits. I can feel them shake at the hit then feel more pain as the hot welts rise. The forth lash lands between my legs. She must be behind me; the leather lashes hit my ass and wrap up onto my cunt hitting my clit making me scream until my throat hurts. I almost speak and lose my tongue then; I want to say, "NO!" but I just manage to stop in time and just scream out incoherent noises instead.

I wonder when this torture will stop. Master always told me how many canings to expect but tonight I have absolutely no idea when it will stop. The whipping goes on and on until I quit screaming at each hit. I just grunt. I never know where the next will land but soon most are on my cunt. Surprisingly I start to get very wet and then hot and start to moan as I look forward to each hit; wanting it, needing it as I come closer and closer to an orgasm. When it finally comes, the woman whipping me flails madly away at my tortured body; hitting me everywhere as I cum again and again in one endless escape from my body.

When the whipping is finally over, I am left hanging by my wrists with sweat running down my tortured body. I can feel each hot welt; remember each hit on my slave cunt and every one of my orgasms. In my pain I have never felt like such a complete slave until now.

"Is this what Master meant about being taught?" my small voice asks.

"Shut up!" my loud voice yells, "the night has just begun."

"What," I say to myself, "I can't take anymore!"

But there is more. I am left alone in darkness to hang by my wrists while I pant and moan out in my misery and, yes, my lust, my need for a cock in me even in my pain. I can hear the moans of the other slaves now as they get their releases from each other and I do want more. I want Sheik or Son or any of the young guards to fuck me in any slave hole they want.

After an eternity I sense slaves around me preparing even more tortures for me. Some sort of waist high padded bar is placed into the floor in front of me, my arms are lowered and my hands are locked behind me again. The chain is reattached but this time when it pulls my arms up I feel discomfort in my shoulders at first and then real pain forces me to bend at the waist until I almost bent in half with my body supported by the bar. I am bent over so that my back is horizontal to the floor. I feel so exposed with my feet chained so far apart showing my open cunt to the room.




Slave Ch. 04



A man moves to stand in front of me; I know it from his masculine smell. He pulls my head up by my braided hair and I can't help myself I open my mouth for him letting out a long moan of total lust. He puts his hard cock on my lips so that I can lick him then pushes himself into me. I take every inch as his long cock slides down my throat. I sense another man behind me and feel him slide into my already wet cunt making me moan on the one in my throat. I wonder which man is where. I think the man in my mouth is Son but I'm not sure and I don't care; I am a slave with two of her holes filled and I am happy in spite of the painful welts all over my body. The cock in my slave cunt slides in and out of my wet hole smoothly; driving me onto the one in my mouth with each thrust and the one there pushes back just as hard until I am soon moving between them as they pleasure themselves with their slave. The man behind soon moans that he is cumming and pulls out to spray his hot seed over my ass and back. Soon the other man pushes himself even deeper down my throat and cums, pumping his sperm into my stomach while holding my head tight to him. I feel so depraved, so controlled as I stand bent over in my bondage covered in cum. 

"She is a hot slave isn't she father," the man in front of me pants.

"Yes, she is. Let's let the men in now. They need their fun don't they," Sheik answers from behind me as his softening cock slides down my ass leaving a wet trail of his cum on me.

Sheik and his son leave me alone and frustrated in my need for release in my bondage. I hear the doors open and the happy shrieks of laughter from the slave girls as men run into the room. Being blindfolded and bound all I can sense is the men using the slaves in the room. I hear them grunt and pant as they have their way with the girls. I smell the heady scent of the men and the sultry aroma of women in heat. It's not long before I am penetrated from both ends. My mouth is always full with a cock in it; I can only moan on each one as men use me over and over. Some men use my slave cunt while others use my slave ass. I don't care; all I want is their cocks in my holes. Soon other men begin depositing their sperm in ropy trails on my back, on my face and in my hair. I feel the warmth of it in and on me as some have the girls stroke them until they cover me with their sweet, male smelling sperm. When I finally orgasm I almost bite off the cock in my mouth. The man pulls out of me with a loud yelp and slaps my face before spraying his spunk over my head. Lots of men slap me and spank me over the long night. They play with the welts from my whipping and pull at my chains. 

I hear the other slaves, the girls, having fun with the men while I am just used and I feel sorry for myself until I have my next orgasm and then the next. Hours later someone lowers the chain holding my arms up so painfully and releases my legs so I can stand. The blindfold is removed so I can see again and what I see is a pure orgy. Men are either using slaves or drinking or sleeping or just toying with them. I want more; I want men to use me and I don't have to wait long. I feel like the slave slut that I have been made to become. Each time a man uses me I feel the pain of my whipping and howl my joy at being used as I should. Soon my whole body is covered with drying male cum. I love it.

"Do you?" my small voice asks. 

"Do you have a choice?" my loud voice replies way too fast. 

No I don't. I have to, just to survive.

The night wears on and on. Sheik has a very large staff of men that use me over and over leaving me with their sperm running down my thighs in small rivers. At last I fall into a sleep that has no bottom, no end, with no dreams.

Rough hands shake me awake, "Get up slave."

I wake to bright sun and pain. My whole body hurts; I feel every welt from the whipping and my ass and cunt are swollen from overuse. My jaw aches from sucking so many cocks. I need more sleep.

"Get up."

I rouse myself to kneel feeling the dried cum all over my body. It peels off my tits as they sway in front of me while I rise to my feet.

The strange man that has roused me ogles me but urges me on out of the room. I need to pee but he doesn't care. We walk down corridor after corridor with him pulling at the leash he has attached to my nose ring. I try whining loudly to let him know that I have to pee but he either doesn't know or care about my needs. In the end I just pee; letting it run down my legs onto the clean marble floor as I follow the man, leaving little pools of yellow behind me. If I thought I reeked before I know I really smell now.

When we reach an elevator the man pushes me inside and punches the button for the garage level.

He sniffs at my smell, "God, you reek slave."

I can't help it I need to be cleaned and he obviously doesn't intend to do that. When the door opens we are in the garage. In front of us is a flat bed truck with a cage on the back which the man lifts me into. Another guard locks my hands to rings on the roof of the cage leaving me standing totally exposed. The two guards get into the cab to drive me out into the hot sun. I know that they have air conditioning up front but soon I begin to bake in the sun. Sweat runs down me as we hurtle down the highway towards a town in the distance. Peasants stare at the sight of a nude woman in a cage. They must think me a freak; I know that they are right. I am. I am tattooed and pierced with huge lips and tits and I really am beginning to reek even in the hot wind of our passage. When we reach the town crowds gather to stare at me. Women jeer at the slut they see swaying naked in a cage. Men look at me and whistle or call out rude words in a language I can't understand. At long last we get to where they are taking me. We are in the poorest part of the town that exists to serve the palace that Sheik owns. A guard pulls me out of the cage and locks my hands behind me again before leading me into a filthy bar by a leash attached to my slave collar. The sudden silence inside is startling; every man turns to look at me. I know what they see. A slut covered in sperm and her own reeking piss. I am led to a table and made to bend over it so the guard can lock the leash to one of the legs. He says a few words that I don't understand and leaves me.

My second day as Sheik's slave begins in earnest with some stranger in the bar pushing himself into me and pounding my already sore cunt until he cums. Another man enters me and then another. Some men use my ass while others use my cunt; it seems that every man in town knows that I am here, open for their use. The inn keeper makes sure that I have water to replace the sweat that rolls in rivers off my body in the heat of the bar. Soon I have pee again but nobody knows what I am trying to tell them because I can't speak and they don't have the key to my bondage anyway. I don't care anymore; I piss on the table. The men just laugh at me and throw water on me to somewhat clean me and keep using me. 

When the guards finally come back to return me to the palace it is late afternoon. I am even filthier than before with fresh sperm rolling down my thighs over the dried mess from last night. I am covered with the sweat and semen of so many panting men that I have lost count of how many have used me in the last two days. I smell from my own over ripe holes and the drying cum on me. I want to plead with them to at least wash me before taking me out to the truck with its open cage but I can't. On the way out the door I trip and fall into the dirt of the street. By the time the guards have me standing again I am covered with muddy dirt and filth sticking to my already stinking body. 

The two men don't want to come close to me now so a leash is attached to my nose ring for them to pull me out into the waning day. I realize that it doesn't matter who sees me now; I am a slave. When the cage door is opened for me I sob and crawl in to lie on the searing hot bars of the floor. They leave me in the fetal position not wanting to get in with me to lock my wrists to the rings in the roof to make me stand. The cage door slams with a loud clang and the truck starts out of town with me sobbing in the back. I have been beaten and raped for two days now and I wonder what else will happen to me before Master comes back to save me from this madness.

"Raped? Saved? Those are words for a free woman; masters don't rape a slave or save her, you silly girl." My loud voice tells me, "They use slaves until they are done with them then throw them away; sell them to someone else until you are sold one last time as an old whore in some mining town at the back end of nowhere."

"Fuck you, Bitch!" I think at that annoying voice even as I fall into an uneasy sleep as we roar down the highway to even more torture, more abuse and punishment, "I can plan my escape, can't I? I can hope."

I miss Master.

Night comes quickly in the African desert and it is cold. The chill wind soon wakes me from my troubled dreams with my teeth chattering. I crawl as close to the cab of the truck as I can for some shelter from the wind but it is no good. By the time we reach the gates of Sheik's oasis compound I am freezing. Once in I stand to look at the palace and its promised warmth but we veer off the main road toward some low buildings. When we get closer I smell the pungent scent of horses.

Son is waiting for us in the courtyard between the barns when we pull in. There is a cold, gentle wind blowing across me toward Son causing him to wrinkle his nose in disgust and move to the other side of the truck.

"Are you learning, slave; are you being taught well?"

"What?" I think as I lay in the cage shaking from the cold, just looking at him.

The man sees my confusion, "Have you learned submission and humiliation?" he asks me gently. I see real caring in his eyes.

Son turns to the guards, "Clean her off with the hose before you even think about taking her inside. We can't have her scaring the horses. Have two girls brought down from the harem to finish cleaning her and hurry she is freezing to death. I'll be upstairs in my rooms waiting." 

One guard drags my shivering body out of the cage to lead me to a hose while the other talks on a cell phone in his own language obviously asking for the person on the other end to hurry. 

A strong jet of icy cold water throws me to the wooden floor outside the door of the barn when it hits me full on the chest and chases me as I crawl around trying to escape its hard blasts. The crud from two days of abuse is blown off me by the man holding the hose. When he thinks he has cleaned enough of the surface dirt off me he turns off the hose and covers me with a horse blanket to keep me at least a little warmer while we wait for the slave girls to be brought to finish cleaning me.

A car is soon heard in the distance. With a roar and a spray of gravel it stops near me. The guards open the doors to let out two harem girls and a eunuch who shoos the men away with fluttering hands. I almost laugh as I watch the naked, fat effeminate man with no balls push the guards away with soft words of anger. He is the one I had knelt in front of to willingly suck his limp penus for as long as he wanted. The slave girls rush to me and pick me up from the wood floor to take me inside and up some stairs. They know their way around the apartment above the stables. I am glad they are as naked as I am because I am still covered in baked on cum and grime. They can come into the bath or shower with me and get clean too. 

"The poor girl is too cold. Feel her."

"Let's not start the shower too hot; it'll be too much for her."

I am used to having people talking about me as if I am not there now; I just look at one slave then the other as they plan what to do with me.

I hear the second name mentioned since I have been enslaved, "Mahdi will have drawn the bath and scented it by the time we get this slave clean enough to go in to soak so she can be prepared for master's son."

"Master's son? Is Son going to be the one to use you next?" my small voice quails. 

"He did look at you kindly and he is having you warmed and cleaned. He can't be all that bad can he," the loud voice reasons; surprising me with what she says.

"I hope that fat eunuch doesn't get the water too hot. You know how he likes it."

"Yes, no matter how hot it is he'll never get his balls back, though."

Both girls are laughing as they lead me into a shower to wash me. The cum of countless men is washed off me and the shower head is used to rinse my slave cunt and ass to clean them as well. When I am deemed clean enough the girls lead me to step down into a large bath of hot oiled and scented water. I feel such a pampered slave as I lay in the hot water with the girls rubbing the oils into my body. I love it when their hands touch my nipples and play with my clit. 

"I am such a slut," I sigh to myself as I loll back in the warmth feeling the girls touch me everywhere; their hands touching my swollen cunt and sore ass and nipples.

"You are a slave," my loud voice tells me, "you are what any master wants."

"What does Son want?" the small voice asks. 

"We'll see."

After the last two days I don't care anymore. 

The girls stand and pull me from the tub, "Come, master's son is waiting for you."

I am dried and covered with more scented oils before being led down even more hallways by a leash attached to my clit hood with my hands locked behind me into a room that looks very contemporary with chrome and white leather sofas and left there with the leash pulling down on the sensitive skin between my legs. Son walks in to stare at me and walk around me. All I can do is look at his crotch as I have been taught to do when a master is in front of me as I wait for his orders. 

I feel so submissive.

"Where did that thought come from?" I ask myself.

"You always were a sub," my loud voice tells me.

I almost sob out my slave need knowing that the voice is right as I wait for a master to tell me what to do.

"You really are a strange and pretty thing aren't you," Son tells me as he touches my tits and caresses my body; pulling at the chains that hang from the rings in my face and body. I am thrilled by any man's touch now, but he is so gentle that I moan out as his fingers gently caress me. "Do you like being touched?"

I moan again and nod my head yes.

"What do you like best?"

I can't answer and he knows it as he continues to touch me.

"Do you like this?" he asks as he rubs the palms of his hands over my erect nipples.

I almost say yes out loud but nod my head up and down instead.

A hand reaches between my legs to feel my clit and I can't help myself as I spread my legs to give him free access to wherever he wants. His finger slides down and into my slave cunt then moves up to the clit again.

"Did you like that?"

Yes I do. I nod yes as I look into his eyes and push myself onto his hand; hungry for his touch.

"Is there anything you don't like?" Son asks as he pulls at my chains and caresses the tattoo on my cheek. 

I shake my head no.

"Are you a true slave?"

I answer yes by nodding my head and pushing against his strong young body with my slave tits and trying to rub my clit on the hard cock that pushes out the robe he is wearing. 

I have been used by so many masters and mistresses but this man excites me. I actually want him to fuck me, to use my body as he wants. As I need.

"You didn't just think that did you?" my loud voice asks. 

"Did I?"

"Yes, you are a cum slut now," the small voice answers.

"Do you like being a slave?" the man who is driving me crazy with his touches asks.

Yes, I do. I don't even have to think. I nod my head yes.

"No!" I scream in my head too late. "Not like this! I've lost all control. I want to go home. I hate this."

"Isn't that what being a slave is?" both my voices ask at once, "Losing all control."

Son keeps touching me, "Use your teeth to undress me."

I am so hot, so wet, so much a slave that I don't even hesitate. I kneel in front of him to take the end of the bow that holds his robe closed in my mouth and pull it loose while looking up at his eyes. When it falls open I lean in to lick at his hard cock then stand to move behind him to start pulling the robe off with my teeth one shoulder at a time until it falls in a heap to the floor.

Son is beautiful, his broad back ripples with muscles, and his ass is perfect over the strong legs of a very athletic man. Not being able to help myself I rub my nipples up and down his back moaning out my need while licking him all over. 

Master just walks away from me without a backward glance to sit on the couch with his legs spread to show me a hard cock that points straight up above a heavy ball sack that rests on the white leather cushion. Licking my lips I stare at the master in front of me admiring his toned body waiting for instructions, knowing those large balls have a big store of cum for me to swallow and feel pumped into my other slave holes. That gorgeous cock sticks up from a nest of thick black hairs. There is a thin line of them that runs up the center of his stomach to join the mat of curly hairs covering his well defined chest.

After long moments looking at me Son points to the floor in front of him. Knowing what he wants I walk towards him making sure that every part of me moves that should move like the slut that I am. The silver bell between my legs tinkles brightly with each step as I sway my body on my high heels for master. 

"You are a cum slut aren't you," master tells me as I kneel between his legs to take his cock into my mouth. Masters have told me how good the rings that pierce my lips and tongue feel on them but the very best is the thick chain that goes over my lips from my chin to my tongue. With his cock deep down my throat I look up into his eyes to nod, yes. I am cum slut. I love the taste of a man's sperm in my mouth now.

Master leans back on the couch to put his hands behind his head with a long sigh of satisfaction, "You are a good cocksucker, slave."

He startles me when he claps his hands twice above my head. In moments the harem girls come running to kneel behind me.

"Bring me some scotch, slave," son tells one girl who hurries to obey his command.

To the other girl he says, "Bring me my favorite whip."

"A whip!" 

"He can't, he's too nice," my voices wail as my head bobs up and down on master's long, hard cock.

Both girls soon return and the master I call Son moans out his pleasure while sipping his Scotch and holding the whip above my head as I continue to suck on him. I can't stop; I keep licking him and sliding my pierced lips up and down his long shaft with an occasional trip down to suck his heavy balls into my mouth. The whip is huge, it is terrifying with a thick handle and at least a dozen lashes with cruel knots on the ends. I know that it will bring blood from me when he uses it. I am so frightened but I mustn't stop pleasuring a master with my mouth.

"You like being punished don't you," my loud voice tells me.

"No! Yes! Oh, shit I don't know," I answer myself.

"He'll hurt you with that thing," my small voice cries.

"It doesn't matter. He will do what he wishes," I think as I suck his cock deep into my throat and moan my needs on him.

"Prepare her for me," master says as he pushes me off him.

I kneel back and wait, patiently, for what he has planned next. 

The girls have me stand and lock my hands in front of me then lift them over my head to lock them to the back of my collar. I am totally exposed to Son's whip like this with my hands behind my head, my elbows out. I wait on my heels and can't help myself; I spread my high heeled feet as far apart as I can to give the lash free access to where master wants.




Slave Ch. 04



Note: Yup. Fetish story. Don't like it, don't read it. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome.

On with the depravity...



I slept late the next day, oddly enough. Couldn't have had anything to do with being utterly exhausted. Oh, wait. Yeah, it did. I was ready to crash after the shower, but Mistress Kay made me eat her pussy for an hour before she finally let me go to bed. And she made me wear a 3 inch butt plug all night. "To keep your sissy ass stretched out for the girls tomorrow."

I woke up around one in the afternoon. I ached all over. There was a note on the bedside table. 'Good afternoon, slave! Lunch is in the fridge. Take the Vicodin I left you and go soak in the shower. You may remove the butt plug to use the bathroom, but put it right back in. I'll be back around 4 to get you ready for tonight. Later ;)'

I staggered into the kitchen and grabbed a Coke and the sandwich Mistress left for me from the fridge, then downed the Vicodin. Mistress was a nurse. I didn't ask where she got the drugs from, but the Levitra and Vicodin certainly came in handy. By the time I finished lunch, I felt almost awake.

After taking care of business and reinserting the plug, I climbed in the shower and soaked until the water started to run cold. I dried off and pulled on a pair of panties and a tee shirt, then decided to get a few chores done. 

The next two hours had me in a state of constant arousal. Between the butt plug and my mind wandering to the events of the last two weekends, and what was to come that night, I had trouble focusing on much of anything.

By the time Mistress arrived back, the Vicodin and the stretching routine I had done had most of the aches under control. She had several bags with her. "Stuff for tonight," she told me. "I got you several changes of clothes and lingerie. I don't really expect any of it to last through the night. Oh, and I got you this!" She pulled a wig out of one bag and plopped it on my head. She was grinning as she adjusted it. "Perfect! Go look in the mirror."

The wig was fairly realistic looking, the hair a nice shade of red and done up in pig-tails. In truth, were it not for my Adam's Apple, which isn't all that big, I looked like a girl. "See? I thought the red would go well with your green eyes." It did, actually. "I'm gonna have to look into getting you some falsies... Oh well. C'mon, into the bathroom!"

Once we were in the bathroom, I was ordered to strip and bend over. I did, and she immediately yanked the plug out of my ass, then slid the enema nozzle in. I have to say, it was difficult keeping the solution in after having my asshole stretched all night. As my bowels filled, Mistress smacked my ass. "Remind me to pack the spare enema bag. We'll probably need to clean you out again."

"Yes Mistress."

As I sat on the toilet, Mistress began giving me directions. "Now you remember my friend Lori, right?"

"Yes, Mistress." She and Lori had been friends since high school. They had discovered their bisexuality together, and had had many interesting adventures since. Lori was getting married, and intended to settle down, but for tonight and tomorrow, it was anything goes one last time.

"We'll be staying until tomorrow night. While we're there, she also owns you. You will refer to her as Mistress along with me. Whatever she says, you do. She already knows the rules and the safe word. And since it's Tracy's house, her too."

"Yes, Mistress."

She had me stand in the tub and slathered on hair removal cream, completely covering me from the neck down. She was tired of stubble burn, she said. I was fine with that, shaving every day was a hassle.

"There. Let that sit for a bit. I talked to her a while ago, there'll be at least thirty girls there tonight, maybe thirty-five. You're gonna service and get fucked by every one of them. From eight tonight until ten o'clock tomorrow night, anything goes." My eyes got a little big at that. 35 women, over a 26 hour period. It was a good thing I had Monday and Tuesday off. Holy shit.

Mistress finished with the hair removal and had me take a quick shower, then meet her in the bedroom. She had an outfit laid out for me. "Here, put the plug back in." I lubed it up and slid it home. She handed me some simple white cotton panties. The outfit was a fairly simple schoolgirl costume. Short plaid skirt, white button down shirt with a tie that matched the skirt, and simple white ankle socks. She produced a pair of black Mary Janes to complete the outfit. 

After putting the wig back on and readjusting it, she had me go look in the full length mirror. I was surprised at how girlish I looked. Mistress was looking over my shoulder. "Wow. Some tits and lose the Adam's Apple, and you'd definitely pass as a girl."

As I stood there, I was seriously considering the tits part. I had become a sissy-slut, but part of me wanted to take it to the next level and actually get a boob job. It was a long standing internal battle between my true self and the part that didn't want to alienate my friends and family. I shook off the debate. Busy night ahead. Looking in the mirror, I could see Mistress Kay looking shrewdly back at me.

"Thinking about the boob job again, aren't you?"

I chuckled. "Yes, Mistress."

"You would look sooo good with a pair of 38-c's. You've already got the ass and legs of a girl. You know I'd pay for it in a heartbeat, right?"

"I know. I just... It's not an easy decision. It would mean changing everything. My life, my family..."

"I know. Just think about it."

"I will. I promise. But for now, I apparently have thirty-odd women to entertain."

"Damn right. Oh, I threw the Vicodin in the toy bag along with the Levitra."

"Thank you Mistress. I have a feeling I'm going to need it."

It was almost six, so we loaded everything we needed into the car and headed for the party. I was glad I had an attached garage so the neighbors couldn't see me, but I was actually enjoying driving dressed like I was. The way I looked, I doubt my own mother would have recognized me, and I actually got a wolf whistle sitting at a stop light. "See? Some tits, and you're a babe."

I rolled my eyes and drove on. Apparently I was babe even without boobs. The party was in the country, at one of Lori's co-worker's house. It sat fairly isolated anyway, but the back yard had an eight foot tall privacy fence that surrounded a sizable part of the yard plus a swimming pool and hot tub. The girls often skinny dipped and sun bathed nude. Basically it meant we could run around naked and be as loud as we wanted. Tracy, the woman who owned the house, was just as kinky as Lori and Kay, and had been thrilled to have the bachelorette orgy at her place.

The party started at eight, we arrived about 6:30. This gave us time to get set up a few things. I got the grand tour and familiarized myself with the layout, then hid myself in the back bedroom as the women started arriving. Kay, Lori and Tracy knew about me, but I was a surprise to the rest of the guests. I had my instructions, and got the things I needed for my appearance ready as the ladies started drinking and getting rowdy.

I heard somebody loudly asking where the strippers were. Lori hollered 'til they quieted down. "Now, you all know me. On my last night of freedom, do you actually think I'm gonna do something as lame as strippers?"

There was a fair amount of noise in answer to that. "No, of course not. Kay, Tracy and me, we set up a few special events for this weekend." Mistress Kay got up and headed toward the room I was hidden in. "The first thing, Kay is grabbing right now. And here he is."

The room went quiet as I walked in in all my sissy glory. "Ladies, this is slave. He's here to be our personal fucktoy for the weekend. Pretty much anything goes. Any questions, just ask me or Kay. And ladies, whatever happens here, stays here. Be as kinky and nasty as you wanna be. I intend to. Kay?"

Mistress led me into the middle of the room tugging on the leash attached to the dog collar I was wearing. She had me bend over and grab my ankles. Pulling my panties aside, she held the Bam dildo up for everybody to see. "See this? Trust me when I say he can handle anything you throw at him." She pulled the plug out and slammed the Bam in to the hilt, making me groan. There were a lot a gasps and wide eyes in that room as she started brutally butt-fucking me with the huge rubber cock.

Lori and Tracy produced two large boxes from behind the couch, then dumped the contents on the large coffee table. There were strapons and dildos and vibrators and butt plugs and many, many bottles of Fuckwater lube, and lots of bondage gear as well.

I spoke up while Mistress pummeled my ass. "I'm your cock-slut for the weekend ladies. Please feel free to use me however you like." Tracy hit play on the remote and the video from the night before started playing on the large flatscreen hanging on the wall. The sight of me being spit-roasted by two well hung black men got the juices flowing.

Kay laughed. "Think of it this way ladies. It's your chance to take out all the frustrations you've ever felt towards the men in your life." She slapped my ass, leaving a handprint. "Beat this ass. Fuck this ass. Use him as your personal piss receptacle. Hell," she yanked the Bam out. "Fist this ass!" And she rammed her left hand elbow deep in one thrust. "Little help here Lori?"

Lori smirked as she poured lube onto her right hand, then slid into my ass too. Damn, the night was just beginning and I already had two women elbow deep in my shit chute. My kinda party. Tracy bent over in front of me, flipping her skirt up over her bare ass. "Eat my ass, bitch. You gotta clean it good before you get a taste of this fine pussy." I happily buried my tongue up her tasty ass.

Around the room, clothes were coming off, strapon harnesses were being cinched up, and toys were being checked out. The alcohol was flowing, and inhibitions were dropping. Lori pulled her arm out of my ass with a slurp. "Let's move this out back so we can be as messy as we wanna be!"

I was pretty much dragged outside, my clothes being shredded as we went. By the time we hit the patio, all I had left on were my shoes, socks, collar, leash and wig. Mistress had been right about the clothes not lasting long. I found myself tied bent over the table, my legs tied to the table legs, with a cute blonde pounding my ass with a ten inch strapon while I chowed down on a brunette's cunt as she spread herself on the table in front of me. Two or three others were beating my ass and back with paddles and floggers, or sliding fingers or toys in with the strapon.

The brunette was a squirter. I ate her through four massive orgasms. My face was drenched in her girl cum. Then without warning, she cut loose with two hours worth of alcohol powered piss. I gulped down what I could, the rest flowing off the table. She patted my head, then rolled off the table, quickly replaced by a large black woman. I found out later she was Jamal's 22 year old sister, Janine.

She had intentionally not cleaned her ass or cunt all day and took great pleasure having me clean them out with my tongue. As I dug my tongue into that dirty asshole, I felt two hands snake into my butt. I found out later they were twin sisters. They actually managed to hold hands as they pumped elbow deep into my bowels. There were two more women behind them, fucking them with the strapons they were waiting to use on my ass.

It turned out that 42 women had showed up in all. The party really did turn into an orgy. The women all were fucking each other, but they all fucked me repeatedly. Before I was untied from the table, all 42 had taken a shot at wrecking my rectum with toys and fists, I had eaten much pussy and ass, and drank thirteen loads of piss.

Mistress eventually untied me, then guided me over to the grass. She shoved the Bam in again, then had me lay down on my back in the grass. She straddled me, sliding her pussy onto my cock, then fucked me hard as girl after girl pissed on both of us. A redhead moved in behind Kay and had her hold my legs under her arms. She then slid her ten inch strapon into my already Bam stuffed ass and started slam-fucking me. Mistress rode me even harder, enjoying the feel of the redheads tits rubbing against her back. 

Molly (the redhead) reached around and started pinching and rubbing Mistress' clit and kneading her tits. A cute little Asian girl had planted her pissy cunt on my mouth. I had three fingers in her ass as I twisted her nipple with the other hand and munched on that tasty pussy. We all had explosive orgasms.

Next, I was bent over a chair. Several of the girls had decided to see just how much I could take. Within ten minutes I had four hands in my ass, with a fifth trying to worm its way in. I was close to saying the safe word when the fifth hand succeeded. I screamed. Even now I'm not sure if it was from pain or lust, or both. Five hands wrist deep in my rectum! Even through the pain I was proud of myself. I noticed Mistress videoing and managed to relax. A sixth started to try, but Mistress stopped her. She could tell I was at my limit.

She did encourage the five girls in my ass to fist fuck me for the next fifteen minutes though. It hurt like hell.

I came, hard. Molly, one of the five with a fist in my massively gaped butt, had been jacking me off at the same time. She caught my cum in the palm of her hand and made me lick it clean.

When they finished, Mistress called a break on my behalf and led me inside. Pulling off my shoes and socks, she climbed into the shower with me and we took a leisurely soak, cleaning each other up. After we dried off, we walked naked to the bedroom where she dug out my next outfit. As I sat on the bed and pulled on the red fishnet stockings, I noticed it was only just after midnight. I still had twenty two hours left to go. 

Mistress noticed me staring at the clock. "Long way to go yet. You still good to go? That last stretching would make anybody think twice about going on."

"Yes. Though, to be honest, I'm not gonna swear I can do another 22 hours. And you seemed to enjoy that last stretching."

"21 hours and 43 minutes, actually. And, yes, I did. So did you."

I just shot her a raised eyebrow. 

"Ok, ok. You know if it gets to be too much you can pull out the safe word."

"I know mistress. But I really want to try. I've met all the challenges so far. I wanna see if I can go the distance." 

"Good. I knew I could count on my little cock whore. Finish getting dressed. The floor show is next."

She headed back outside. Floor show? What the hell is the floor show?

I'd find out in a few minutes.

To be Continued...



Slave Ch. 05



It had been a couple weeks after Sunshine Bear's cumbath under the very wet cunt of Slave. She managed to shape up in the mean time and I was taking it easy on her, but she was still held captive a couple of times while I fucked Melody in any way I could imagine. More than one small stuffed animal plugged Mel's well-fucked cunt as we screwed each other into oblivion, only to have Slave suck Mel's pussy juice from it immediately after. Soon enough, she was almost begging for it, and she was almost broken.

I stopped into the apartment; the day was hot as hell and Jim's AC was broken. He had three fans trying in vain to more the thick summer air around, but they weren't real effective. 95% humidity at damn-near 100 degrees sucks no matter where you're at or what you're doing.

"Hey man," I said, stepping in after knocking. Jim was on the floor, stripped to his waist, playing some fighting game on the Play Station. He nodded, but his fingers never stopped moving on the controller.

"Hey," he almost grunted. "The stupid bitch is going to give you some news today," Jim continued quietly as the computer neatly handed him his ass. He sighed deeply and set the controller down, taking the opportunity to open a cooler next to him full of beer. He pulled a Bud out for him and a Guinness out for me.

"Thanks, man," I said graciously and popped the top. I took a deep drink, loving the feel of the cold alcohol as it slid down my throat and sighed. "What's the little twat's surprise?"

"Something about her cousin visiting. Coming up from Missouri or something like that."

"Well fuck. Suppose I should be nice and leave her be for the visit?" I asked, staring at the ceiling with my arms out to my sides. I'd been out of my air conditioned car for all of 5 minutes and I'd already sweated through my shirt.

"Fuck if I care. She's supposed to be here for a week or something," Jim said and started another round on his game.

"Huh. Wonder why she never mentioned it to me before. Just come up?" I asked, taking another long pull off the beer.

"Fuck if I know. She's your slave, don't you keep track of her?" Jim said and laid his opponent out. I could only manage a shrug as the oppressive heat began to ebb the strength from my body.

"Where the hell is she, anyway?" I asked lazily, not wanting to get up from the couch.

"Out. She and Kris went to go do some shopping. You know, get out of the house, spend my money, shit like that," Jim said, firmly crushing the opponent for the second time before moving on to the next stage.

"Any idea who or what this cousin looks like?" I asked, watching him whip the computer with renewed vigor, the heat and the alcohol loosening his mind just enough to be great at the game.

"Just that she's a chick and supposedly looks just like the whore. My guess would be not so much a cousin as a half-sister. Her dad probably nailed her mom and her aunt. They're only a couple weeks apart, I guess. I really don't pay attention to what she says when she talks," Jim said, letting his rancor for the girl show through in a snarl. 

"Well, I guess I'll see when she gets here, huh," I said, sucking down another pull from my bread-in-a-bottle.

"Man," Jim said, pausing his game and turning to look at me. I looked at him with interest before he continued, "I know they're gonna pull a switch on you at some point. They're supposed to be goddamn near identical. I know the whore gets off her meds in a day or so, but if you're gonna fuck her cousin, make sure she gets a clean bill of health, know what I mean?"

I nodded and thanked Jim for his advice. I figured the little red-bushed slut would try something like that, and she did only have a day left on her pills. After that it would be open season on nailing that gushing cunt. Jim's gaze slid back to his game and I started to get hard just thinking about the possibilities.

"Know how long they're gonna be gone, man?" I asked Jim.

"Nope. Just that they said something about swimming this afternoon," he answered as the new opponent pummeled him.

"Well, I think I'm gonna go fuck the neighbor then," I said, draining the Guinness and walking out the back door to the deck that connected the two apartments.

"Have fun. Try not to knock any pictures off the wall," Jim said, rolling his eyes.

"I promise nothing," I said, stepping back out into the sunshine and the oppressive heat. 

I walked around to Mel's door using the deck that was off the back of the apartment building, knocked, and went in without waiting for a response. Mel was in her living room, sitting in a bikini, spread eagle, letting the cold air wash over her body. The electric blue fabric hugged her body and her nipples were at full attention from the cold air ebbing from her air conditioner. 

"Hey Bran, come in, won't you?" she said, sitting up a little, but keeping her legs spread enticingly. I licked my lips as I saw the material suck between those pussy lips of hers, and I swear I could see her clit starting to bump out against the fabric. My dick led the way to the couch, stiffening in my shorts as I walked.

"Don't mind if I do," I said, sitting next to her. She swung her legs over my lap; her left foot resting on my knee and the right started rolling against the ridge of my half-hard cock.

"Since you're here, would you mind?" she said, looking at me almost childishly, her legs spreading and closing slowly. I took the hint and started giving her a calf massage. "Where's the slut today?" Melody asked, a devilish twinkle in her eye.

"Out somewhere with Kris. Did you know about her cousin coming up from Missouri?" I asked, molding the muscle under my hands like clay.

"That feels really good," she purred. I moved my hands to her knees and softly worked the tendons in them before going to her feet and working the arches. Her toes spread and I saw her stomach quiver with the sensation. "No," she said dreamily. "Well, wait, she did say something about having a cousin down there, looks like a twin or something. Why?" Mel asked, her toes clenching and relaxing.

"Well, seems the cousin is coming up here soon," I said, working back down her feet and slowly going back up her calves. "I was just trying to figure something out," I said, my eyes soaking in Mel's toned flesh. No matter how many times I saw them, I never got tired of looking.

"What's that?" Melody asked, pausing for a minute before moaning, "higher." I complied eagerly, my fingers making my mouth fall silent for the moment as one hand caressed and massaged her calf and the other slid up to just above her knee.

"I keep trying to figure out what the little skank is up to," I said lazily, my eyes traveling up her body to the blue fabric clinging to her spreading pussy lips. It was tight enough that almost every detail could be seen, but loose enough to let her sex open of its own accord. She moaned throatily and her hand found my thigh. It wasn't long before she found my cock, already hard and pulsing for her.

"Why don't you forget about her?" Mel growled dreamily. "Higher," she half-whispered after a second's pause. She gave my cock a good hard squeeze and then unbuttoned the fly of my shorts. 

My hands skipped along her goose-pimpled flesh, tickling Mel's thighs slightly as they went straight for their target. One hand pushed aside the blue fabric covering her melting pussy, the other pushed inside. Mel's back arched and she let loose a guttural moan. My thumb quickly found her clit and started stroking from side to side, just as she loved. It was seconds before her juices started running down my three fingers, slowly rocking in and out of her cum-soaked chamber, my digits twisting and gliding against her g-spot.

Her hand started going crazy on my dick. She always managed to fish it out of my shorts no matter where it was and how stiff it had become. Today was no exception. The pre-cum building was slickening my head and her hand was taking full advantage of it. Her thumb and fingers worked the heavy ridge in between quick strokes down the thickly veined shaft.

"What....what are we..." she panted heavily in between rising moans of pleasure.

"What are we doing today?" I managed to say as my body shuddered. Melody's motions on my manhood were sending lightening through my body and I couldn't wait to be buried deep in her exquisite pussy again. Then again...maybe I could.

"Whhhhhaaaat?" she squeezed out with a moan. Her pussy was starting to convulse on my hand and it wouldn't be long now before her honey would come cascading from her snatch. I brought her to the brink and stopped. She moaned her disapproval, her eyes still locked on mine, begging the release she needed.

"It's not even 10 am yet, and look at you," I said, teasing. My fingers went to her mouth and her long tongue snaked out to lap at my fingers, slick with her pussy juice. She moaned as she sucked them into her mouth like twin miniature cocks, her hand still jerking me off as her eyes burned into mine again. I bit my lower lip and choked back a moan.

"What did you have in mind then?" she said throatily.

"Let's go shopping," I said, an evil grin parting my lips. The look was echoed on her face and the lust in her eyes grew deeper, tempered by a hint of devilishness.

"What's the occasion?" she asked, pulling my fingers from her mouth and slowing her stroking on my cock to a teasingly slow pace.

"Slave and her slutty little cousin are coming to town, they should be welcomed home, don't you think?" I asked, returning my saliva coated fingers to Mel's knee.

"What do you want me to not wear?" she asked, the devilish succubus coming to life behind her dazzling eyes. She bit her lower lip while she smiled, and for a second I swear I saw her canines grow pointy. A smile crossed my lips as my mind delighted in taking this gorgeous creature out and fucking her silly in the mall again, and my body shivered at the thought of her riding my cock so very slowly, matching pace with the excruciatingly pleasurable strokes she was giving my rampant prick. I leaned back and enjoyed the feeling, and I noticed my hand seemed to be moving of its own accord, sliding across the semi-covered, ever-ready, hot, dripping twat, to the side of her hip, eliciting an orgasmic tickle as they moved.

"For starters," I said, my eyes opening slightly, "this," I continued, my fingers looping around the drawstring of her bikini bottoms. One side, then the other came undone, and the tiny cloth panel was resting on her tempting pussy of its own accord. My fingers teased across her shorn mons and twisted the fabric around them, making Mel growl with lust. Her eyes almost darkened as I slowly pulled the material across her pussy, letting it drag heavily, but teasingly, across her clit as I pulled the swimsuit bottom out from under her. Her breath sucked in ragged gasps and her muscles quivered, her body twitching. 

"What should I wear instead?" she asked, her body heaving.

"Get that wrap-around skirt thing of yours, but don't put it on until I say so."

Melody bounced up from the couch, almost falling flat on her face, her muscles having turned to jello already. I was up in a flash to catch her, but she managed to get herself under control and she walked shakily to her bedroom. With skirt in hand, we walked out the front door of her apartment, Melody's firm tits looking fantastic with her nipples trying to pierce the electric blue bikini top, and her bald quim getting the first of a lot of sun it would receive that day. 



Slave Ch. 05



Chapter 05

Transformed

I slowly come awake to find myself in a room that is more extravagant than any other I have ever been in before or even imagined for that matter. 

"Is this my room?" No, that's not right, I really am a slave now. "Is this the room that my Master will keep me in?" I'm wrong again. "There is no my anything now, I'm Master's slave and everything I know is his." It's sad but true, this is how I must think about Master from now on. 

"Am I really on one of his islands now," I ask myself as I look around in awe. 

The room is round with dozens of marble pillars holding up a dome whish is covered in mosaic tiles and open in the center to the clear blue sky above me. Between the pillars, there are no walls, I can see out all around me. The room, no, it's not a room it is a pavilion in a grove of palm trees with ponds filled with lily pads and lotus plants and beyond the low flowering bushes there is a lagoon rippling in the bright sun. 

"Where am I?" 

I sit up straighter on the bed I find myself on, turning around on it as I stare at the sheer opulence around me. In the distance, there is a huge pink mansion right on the edge of the beach and shaded by tall palms. 

The only things in the pavilion I am in are the bed I am on and the thick carpets on the floor. I wonder why I am not chained to the bed and I shudder when I realize that I am chained in a larger sense; I can't get off this island. I can't escape. The only escape is a long swim in the ocean that breaks over the reef in the distance and I know it won't let me out either. 

When I try to stand and walk across the room to go out into the sun I fall to the floor. I realize I can't walk; something is wrong with my feet! My whole body aches as well. 

"I can close my mouth!" I think as I lay on the thick carpets beside the bed. The round chain that goes from my pierced chin over my lips to the stud in my tongue fits in the gap I now find between my front teeth. 

Master has given me the gold teeth he promised me some weeks ago. I wonder what else has been done to me while I was out as I inch back to the bed. My hands are chained to the thick gold belt around my waist making it hard to crawl. After a long struggle to get back onto the bed I try to take stock of this body that is owned by Master. I know now that it's not mine anymore. It belongs to him or whom ever he sells it.

"What has Master done to you this time," my quiet voice asks. 

"We'll see," my loud voice, answers. "And I think you won't like some of what he has done to you."

"You haven't liked anything he has done," my quiet voice whispers.

"Quiet!" I yell in my mind.

I can't use my hands to touch my body but I feel uncomfortable sensations everywhere. My ankles hurt and my face aches. My tongue won't leave the new gold teeth alone and there are other disturbing tinges everywhere. I am happy to find that I don't have a tail like the Jaguars do. 

My tongue! It's split! It has two tips now. Master has had my tongue cut down the center I realize and I sob even as I think how much it will thrill Master when I use my two tongues to lick his cock around the thick gold chain now. 

I wait for my pounding heart to slow then try to figure out what else has been done to me while I was sedated. When I look down I see that my slave tits are even bigger, but so are my cheekbones, I can see even more of the black and gold 'S' tattooed on my face. The skin around my eyes is tighter. What has he done to me? Even my nose hurts. Are my lips bigger too? Yes they are. I must look like a cartoon by now!

Why can't I walk? I don't know; my feet keep pointing down and I can't straighten them.

I get up again to find that I have to walk on my toes. I need my high heeled shoes but they aren't anywhere that I can see and I couldn't put them on even if I did find them with my hands locked like they are. I am trapped in an open room. The only way I can stand now is by holding onto the bed but it hurts to do that for very long and what's the point. There is nowhere to go but where I am told to be on this island owned by my Master.

"Where is everybody?" I ask myself. I am almost tempted to say that out loud but I know that Master has me watched all the time and I'm not going to lose my tongue now; both halves. Not now, I will survive. He has to take me off the island sometime and then I will be ready. I will get away.

"Will he ever take you off the island?" my quiet voice asks.

"Shut up, you bitch!" I yell to myself.

"What do I look like now?" I wonder. 

I notice other things about me now. There are more piercings on my legs. The pairs of rings that go down each of my sides and thighs reach my ankles now and are laced with deep blue ribbons. It really does look like I am sewn into my body now.

There's more that I find about me as I wait for somebody, anybody to come to me and free me from this open cage. Ridiculously long fingernails accidentally scratch at a too thin waist. I look down through my large tits to see my new plum colored nails and a waist that is as thin as if I was wearing a corset. I don't even wonder how Master's surgeons have done what they did to me. 

I must have fallen back to sleep again because the next thing I feel are soft lips on a slave tit gently sucking at my nipple. I sigh and try to pull whoever is tenderly using me harder onto my tit but my hands are locked to my waist still. Instead I push up as hard as I can, arching my back; urging the mouth to suckle me more. I hope it is him, the Master that owns me.

Looking down in the dim light of a tropical sunset, I see the black head of Master as he softly licks at my tit and I feel something I have never felt before. It's not love, it can't be. I am a slave and I don't want to be here. Its passion, I guess. Lust and a driving need for my Master to use me, to fuck the cunt, the ass he owns. I want him to penetrate me anywhere he wants, to use me. I wish I could speak and tell him what I feel. I want to use my new tongue on his cock. I want him in any slave hole he chooses. I sigh when his finger plays with my clit and rings the silver bell above it. I start to moan and shake on the bed feeling an orgasm build when he doesn't quit touching me.

When I cum, Master starts talking to me as he caresses every part of my body, "Do you like what I have done with you slave? Are you my Fancy now?"

"Yes," I think as I eagerly nod my head, "Yes, I am yours."

I lay on the bed with my legs spread obscenely wide encouraging Master to touch me where he wants, where he has the rights of an owner to touch and nod my head yes again wishing I can hold him tight to me, but my hands are always locked.

Master straddles my body and moves to put his cock between my tits and then moves farther up me to put the tip of his cock at my lips, "Suck me," he tells me.

I can't help myself; I stick my new split tongue out and lick at the hardness in front of me and open my mouth to wait for Master to push himself in. It feels different with my split tongue as I lick at Master's cock. I am surprised to find that I can move each side of it differently; more things than I thought must have been done to me to be able to do that.

When I am kissing the lion with Master's cock all the way down my throat and his hairs tickle my nose he tells me he will put his cock in my cunt. "Do you need that?" he asks looking down at his property. 

He pulls back just enough so I can look up at him and nod yes with his hard, warm cock still in me and he pushes back in so I can swallow him again until my nose is tickled by his wiry hairs again and I can see his gold lion tattoo so close.

He chuckles at me, "You have no choice do you slave."

I know that he is right now. I shake my head no on my Master's cock.

Master pulls himself out of my throat and lies beside me with his large, wet cock lying on his stomach, so long and thick that it covers his belly button "I want you to mount me slave. I want you to fuck yourself on me! To use the body I own to please me."

I know what he wants and I scramble to do as I am ordered to do but with my hands locked to my waist it takes so long to obey his command. I get on my knees eventually and straddle Master to move urgently on him, needing to get his wonderful cock in me. It takes so long as he lies there, not helping, under me but I finally get it right and moan as I sink onto his thick and long hard shaft.

When I have him all the way in me, I rock back and forth with a smile on my face. "Do you like my cock in you?" Master asks me.

I nod yes, as I ride my black Master and stare into his eyes.

"Do you like what I have had done to you?"

I nod yes again as I feel myself begin to vibrate in orgasm on his cock. I groan and moan out my ecstasy and fall forward onto my Master. He just pushes me up again and tells me to keep going until he cums in me. I lose track of the number of times I cum until Master starts to push up into me from below and roars out his own passion as he thrusts into me. I feel him swell and spew his thick sperm deep in my slave cunt and I have the best orgasm I have ever had with his hardness deep in me. 

When I lean forward onto my Master in exhausted bliss he holds me tight and caresses me, "You are going to be the best fancy yet, slave," he whispers softly into my ear. I moan my contentment and nuzzle his strong neck at that and keep moving on Master until I feel him thicken again and shriek when he throws me on my back to kneel between my eager wide spread legs.

"Do you want me in you slave?" he asks as he pants above me.

I stick out my new split tongue and smile up at Master and move my hips up to take him deep while nodding yes. I wonder now if I ever will want to escape this mad pleasure.

"You have to or you'll be trapped here forever," my small voice tells me but my loud voice is silent. 

I wonder where my loud voice is as I accept the large cock in me as a slave must and moan as I lift my cunt to meet his every thrust. I can't help myself as I lift my slave legs high so I can use my heels to urge Master deeper into me and I cum under him again and again. Soon he has yet another orgasm in me and I feel so full as he pumps even more of his sperm into me until it flows out passed his huge cock and down my ass onto the bed. When Master pulls out, I feel so wide open and such a slave as I hold my legs high and wide showing him my deepest secret place oozing with his sperm. A place that I know he owns. He smiles down at me, "When the slaves come for you I want you cleansed and brought to me. I have taken you as my own now and you are to be beside me as my fancy always. Soon I'm going to show you around my island and you will meet my sons. Remember to stay away from them. They are very cruel boys."

I look up at Master with his cum dripping from me and smile at him with my new fatter, cocksucker lips. He caresses my slave tits once more then gets up off his bed and walks away from me, but turns back at the edge of the pavilion, "You saved my plane and made an old man, a friend in the desert happy for me on our trip here. I owe you for the first and he owes you, my slave, for the second. You didn't have to do that dance but you did and I hope that you knew what you were doing. He hasn't trained a true slave in years and he is so happy to be of service to me. Both the Sheik and his son tell me how you learned so well, so quickly," Master tells me as I lay on his bed staring at him. 

I am purring as Master's praising voice caresses my ears. I remember what happened to me while in the Sheik's control and now I don't cringe at the memory of the lessons I learned there; at the complete loss of control I felt as he trained me to be a total slave, a body to be used by men. 

Before he leaves me Master comes back to touch me again. His hand trails across a nipple making my clit vibrate. I push up with my chest and hips to moan my pleasure, my need before I fall asleep again remembering the feeling of Master in me. I crave his caresses and the fullness he gives me now.

It seems like seconds later that the bright, laughing voices of my girls, Russia and Asia wake me.

"Oh, isn't she pretty now," Russia purrs.

"Get up now slave. You have a big day ahead of you," Asia tells me as she gently pulls me up to sit on the edge of the bed. "My, don't you smell like Master," she says as I sit with my legs spread wide. I can't help it, my cunt is so swollen and still full of Master's cum.

Asia pushes my legs even wider and uses her finger to scoop up some of the cum dripping out of me and licks it off her fingers, "I love the taste of Master," she says with a smile as we look at each other with knowing leers.

"Now, let's get you dressed," I am told as Russia bends down to put new shoes on me. When she is done, she stands to help me to my feet, "There we are. All dressed."

The heels are so impossibly high I totter and almost fall if not for my girls helping me.

"Oh it's the poor things hands; she needs them behind her to balance. Turn around with your back to me so I can lock them there slave," Asia tells me. She's always the caring one of my girls.

I am led out and down the path toward the mansion in the distance with a girl on each side of me in case I trip and fall in the new heels. I dread that long walk as the path turns and we are now going through some dense bushes that have flowers on them that smell so heavenly. As we walk slowly along, the sound of birds, the wind in the leaves and the sun on me calm me a little. When we come out into the open palm grove again there is a smaller pavilion before us that is obviously a bath. It is just a tall thatched roof held up by four stout wood pillars and looks very South Seas. The words tiki hut comes to my naïve urban mind.

The small voice oohs and ahhs at the sight of the ocean and palm trees shading the wide sandy beach just a few feet away while the loud one harumphs, "It would be even better if you weren't a slave."

I don't let that bother me because my girls are so happy to be home again in paradise with the worry of guarding me from running away gone. Their laughter is infectious and I actually find myself laughing with them for the first time since I was sold to Master. The unused muscles actually hurt as I smile at my fellow slaves. 

We are all sweating from the intense tropical heat as we race across the pavilion to the shower. I might even be in the lead as I totter as fast as I can in my heels, actually laughing at what I must look like with my new large slave tits bouncing at each mincing step that the tall heels will only allow me. 

I don't have to worry about the shower being even warm because as Russia busies herself with locking my wrists to a chain above me and pulls my arms up tight to keep me from falling Asia turns the shower to a beautiful cool temperature that we all just stand still in and enjoy the coolness. 

"It must be being in the tropics," I think as stand with my hands locked to a chain above my head and actually push my tits out proudly for the first time and spread my legs to show my cunt. I feel so sensual now as my spread legs lower me so the chain holding me up sensuously pulls at my wrists and shoulders. I want my girls to tend to my needs and make me happy. I can't tell them that but they see it in my eyes and by the way I follow them with my body as they move about getting ready to clean me. Each time a hard spray of water hits one of my nipples I stand still hoping for an orgasm but the girls keep turning me.

"She's such a horny slave, isn't she," Asia says as she turns me away from the sprays that excite me so much so that they are now on my back. 

"Let's show our slave what a good shower is," Russia purrs as she begins to soap my tits in the warmer water that Asia has just given us.

Soapy hands begin to touch me everywhere; sliding up and down me and finding all my slave places. Busy, soapy fingers clean my cunt and dip into with my other cunt while hands massage my tits and strong fingers pull at my nipples. My girls are getting excited too as they soap each other's body and use them to wash me. I am in ecstasy as I feel Asia's tits rubbing into my back while Russia cleans mine by slowly moving around on my front. I can feel her swollen and excited nipples as they glide over mine. They push their hips at me to slide their own cunts on me. Soon they are touching each other too while they keep rubbing against me giving themselves their own orgasms.

When Asia finally calms after her long shuddering orgasm she looks at me with lust filled eyes, "It's time to rinse you, slave," she tells me as she in a deep voice as she caresses me and pulls at some of the chains on my face.

"Yes let's rinse the slave," Russia says as she takes down one of the showerheads and turns it to pulse directing the warm water onto my nipples.

My legs go weak almost instantly when I feel the sensuous water on me. They get even weaker when Asia takes her showerhead and plays the pulsing water on my over sensitive clit.

The water cascades over me and makes me writhe under the two streams of heaven in total, absolute, slave pleasure. Soon I begin panting and thrusting out both my tits and my cunt at the sprays as they are played over me hoping for my own orgasm. 

When it comes, my whole body spasms for what seems like forever and when it is over I hang by my bound wrists looking at my girls with love and thanks. My legs are completely useless right now and in spite of the pain I am content to be held up by the chain that holds my hands above my head.

When we all come back to our senses, the girls unlock my wrists from the chain and relock them to the back of my collar so my hands are behind my head. "This way we can touch all of you in the bath," Asia tells me and surprises me with a full kiss that has her tongue deep in me.

When I am led to the huge bath in the center of the room, I am made to kneel at its edge while my heels are taken off and then they help me to crawl into the tub.

The scent of the oils in the bath is wonderful. I smell the spice of the East, the strength of Africa with the sweetness of a South Sea Island flower hovering above them all as I sink into slave bliss. I shake my head when my small voice asks me if I would have ever have found this heaven without being sold as a slave to a Master so rich that he owns his own island country.

Soft hands begin to massage the oils of the bath into me as I start getting very excited again. I push my cunt out every time hands come close and offer my tits to the girls but they just laugh at my actions as they drive me crazy with even more desire. 

"Master has told us that you may have one orgasm with us and we have given it to you but when we deliver you to him he wants you to be very ready," Russia tells me in a husky voice as she slides her fingers up the outside of my so very wet and needing cunt.

"You want a cock in you, don't you," my loud voice says, "and any hole will do."

"Yes!" I think in answer finally knowing that I really am a Fancy; a thing for Master to use and admire.

After the girls dry me and fix the three braids that run over my almost bald head they have me lean over the massage table to put in the one thing I don't miss. I look behind me to see Russia oiling the biggest butt plug yet. The long blond hair I had when they shaved my head flows from its base as she holds it up for me to see, "Master likes his slaves to be ready for any size," she tells me as she puts it at my tight other cunt and slowly pushes it in. This plug isn't tapered; I am cruelly spread from the start as Russia pushes it into me until, when I can't take anymore and I am screaming in pain, the largest part is in me and my poor stretched ass slides down to the thinner part at its base. I expect some relief but I don't get it; the thin part is even thicker than the first plug that was put into me. 




Slave Ch. 05



I huff and puff in pain as my body tries to push this huge intruder out but Russia keeps her hand on the plug until I finally calm and accept it. "There's a good slave," she tells me as she helps me to stand and pats my sore ass. 

I feel my own hair brushing the back of my legs as I am led out of the pavilion with my hands locked behind me again and I am led to the mansion and the rest of my life as Master's fancy slave. 

It is a long walk to the mansion with each step causing friction on my slave clit. I am close to an orgasm the whole way as I feel every chain and ribbon on me pull at the piercings Master has given me.

Swaying my ass and making sure that my slave tits roll from side to side and bounce on my chest I walk towards the beautiful mansion in the distance I follow my girls with Russia holding the leash that goes from her hand to the ring over my clit. The bell on the ring hits my clit and tinkles brightly with every step I take. I desperately need Master to take the body he owns when we get there.

When we finally do get to the mansion, we are met by a slave who looks like a dog. He has a snout like a bulldog, a short tail that he actually wags as he looks at me and a black bow tie on a collar that has studs just like a dog's would. His penus is incredibly long between his legs. It's almost to his knees, but he hasn't any balls. 

"He has been castrated!" my loud voice screams.

"Master will see the slave in his den," he tells us in a voice that is close to a bark as he takes my leash from Russia. When he turns to lead us into the mansion, we follow him into a richness I never could have imagined. I am stunned at what I see as he leads us deeper into the house.

My new large ass sways from side to side and my tits roll on my chest as I follow the little tail of the castrated dog slave butler into luxury. I can hear his overly long penus slapping his thighs as he leads me down a hall filled with art and richness. The floors are of some dark wood with exotic carpets from Persia and the Far East on them every few feet and the walls are covered with paintings that look priceless. A cooling breeze blows across my sweat covered body from windows left open to let the trades flow freely through the mansion.

Bulldog stops at a pair of imposing teak doors that go from floor to ceiling and knocks once.

"Send the slave in."

Like the dog that he is Bulldog instantly bows from the waist at the voice of our Master, drops my leash to the ground causing me to wince quietly at the pain of the pull on my most sensitive flesh and pushes the doors open wide to let me strut in dragging the leash between my legs. 

My life has become so sensual since I was sold and trained as a slave. The whole meaning of my life has become the giving of pleasure and fulfillment to Master and whom ever he gives me. I actually revel in that thought as I walk toward Master sitting behind a huge desk so far across the amazing room I find myself in.

The doors slam shut behind me causing my already sensitive nipples to get even harder and my slave cunt to get so wet I wonder if Master can smell my arousal from where he sits.

I have been trained to never look at Master's eyes unless told to, so I keep my slave eyes on the floor as I surprise myself and walk as seductively as I can with bound hands toward the powerful man who has had me changed into his possession that I am now; a Fancy.

When I reach the desk I begin to sink to my knees so I can crawl under it to suck his amazingly big cock like I have been taught but a hand signal from Master has me walking around the desk to stand at his left side. He hasn't told me to kneel like a proper slave yet so I stand with my legs shoulder width apart and my chest out to show the charms Master owns to him.

On Master's right side Tattoo kneels on the floor with her little lap top computer desk in front of her. I am always amazed when I see her sleek black body that is totally covered in tattoos.

When I finally stand close to the man that owns me my cunt is dripping from the excitement of just being in the same room as him. He looks at me and casually caresses me with his large hand. 

"Are all the surgeries complete on my fancy?" he asks Tattoo.

She looks at Master with a smile that only a real slave can have and then at me, "Yes, she is done for now."

"For now?" my small voice quails. "Haven't they done enough to me?"

"They can do what they want. Don't forget about the Jaguars and Bulldog," my loud voice tells me and I am happy to look at least a little human. 

Master pulls me close while he finishes his business with Tattoo. He uses his left hand to touch me everywhere he wants and I melt at the attention he gives me. His hand cups each of my slave tits in turn and pulls at the many chains on me and, when it gets close to my cunt I can't help myself, I spread my legs wider to willingly offer everything Master owns to him. He feels my wetness and smiles at me as he has me lick my own juices off his finger.

When Master is done dictating all he has to, he picks up my leash and has Tattoo follow him out of the room as he leads me happy and aroused down one hallway after another until we are in his bedroom.

Master has me kneel at the foot of his bed while he has Tattoo lay on it. He takes off his lion skin kilt and lies on the bed next to her. Tattoo takes his hardness in her hands and licks at the drops of wetness at its tip. She moans her need then and opens her mouth to take all of our Master into her. 

I am forced to kneel and watch as another slave gives my Master pleasure. I want his hard black cock for myself and watch as only a slave can. Soon he pulls her mouth off himself and has her lie below him as he puts his hard cock between her open legs. The slave Tattoo lifts her legs high and grabs her ankles as her slave cunt accepts the huge cock that Master slides into her. 

Jealousy is a new concept for me as a slave. I want Master in me! To feel him stretch his slave cunt and fill it with everything he has. I need to feel his balls slap on my naked ass like I see him doing to Tattoo now as he plunges into her with each strong thrust.

Her whole body shakes and responds to our Master as he takes her, possesses her like only a strong man can. His beautiful tight ass and his heavy balls are all I see now as I kneel on the floor watching Master take what is his. Tattoo's legs are up around Master's waist and her heels are on his ass urging him deeper with each thrust. My breathing gets heavy as I watch a real man use a slave under him. I know each of her orgasms and still he pumps into her until he throws his head back to growl out his own passion as he drives into her and holds himself deep as he pumps his sperm into the slave below him. I want that sperm in me and I want those orgasms that he is giving to his willing slave too.

When Master is done, he rolls off Tattoo so that I can see his white sperm flow out of her swollen cunt and down her ass onto the bed. 

"Lick my slave clean," Master tells me. 

With no hesitation, I crawl on the bed as best I can with my hands locked behind me and eagerly lick my way up Tattoo's legs until I am kneeling with my face buried in her cum filled cunt licking and sucking at her to get all of Master out of his slave. My tongue laps at her ass and I lick the tasty white cum off the sheets below, then I move up to lap at Tattoo's cunt again and suck Master's last sweet essence out of her pink darkness.

I am on my knees with my head bobbing between Tattoo's legs when I feel the bed shift as Master lays his thickness on my ass and rips the butt plug out of me. My scream of pain is muffled as I keep licking Tattoo's cunt and then I feel Master put his huge cock at the entrance to my tight ass and push. Master is so big that I scream into the cunt I am licking as he splits my ass wide open. I can't believe he can fit himself into me but I can't stop the man that owns me as he slowly pushes deeper and deeper into me. Master's silky, thick cock head pops past my achingly stretched ring and I begin to feel every inch of his thickly veined hard flesh as he sinks all of himself into me. 

Master doesn't wait for my ass to stop quivering in pain on his cock and accept his intrusion. He begins to slide himself in and out of the slave hole he owns. Slowly the pain turns to a curious pleasure as I feel every inch of him as he moves all the way out and then pushes back in again in a steady, powerful rhythm. I remember watching his ass cheeks as they clenched each time he buried himself while he was fucking Tattoo and know that they look the same now as he uses my ass while I lick at Tattoo's cunt and give her even more orgasms.

When Tattoo is finally satisfied she moves up off my split tongue to lie back above me with spread legs to watch Master as he uses me. His strong hands pull at my slave body and spank my sore ass as he grunts with each thrust until he cums in me. I am surprised that I can feel each pulse as the sperm rises in his cock and spews out into my bowels to fill me with his hot cum. 

After, when his cock goes softer in me and he pulls out, I turn on the bed to seek out Master to take his dirty cock in my mouth, and lick it clean. I feel so helpless with my hands locked behind me. I can't help myself, I need to taste his sperm and I don't care that he has been in my ass. I accept that this is what a slave does for the man that owns her; she cleans him when he is done with her. The training I have been given is working too well.

While I kneel in front of Master licking myself off him I feel a tongue cleaning me and realize that Tattoo is a slave that has to do as I am as she licks at the sperm leaking out of my ass. I dare to look up with his cock in my mouth and, as I taste my own darkness, I see Master smiling down at his slaves as we clean him and ourselves. 

The night goes on with Master using us each time he is hard, which is often, until I wake with him behind me with a morning hardness pressing into the crack of my ass as he holds me. Then there is the black softness of Tattoo pressed tight in front of me, her round ass filling the spoon of my body. I wish I could hold her but my hands are locked to the short chains that hang from my collar now and all I can do is touch her back. She squirms comfortably as I kiss her neck until she turns to kiss me and rub her tits on me while she helps Master put his cock in my swollen and much used body. 

"Do you like that?" she asks as I sigh at my freedom to be owned and penetrated; to nod yes as Master takes what as his yet again. 

"That's a good slave," Tattoo purrs as she holds me and sucks on a tender nipple while Master fucks my swollen cunt from behind. When he cums in me and is done with me she licks down my still vibrating body to suck his sperm from my slave cunt. I have never had so many orgasms in one night and wish I could hold Tattoo's head tight to me as she licks at my cunt to give me one more orgasm while she cleans Master's fresh, hot sperm from me.

Master leaves us now and Tattoo calls for my girls when she is done sucking his cum from my slave cunt then she leaves me too. She has a freedom in her slavery that is denied to me.

My girls come running in to fill Master's huge bedroom with their giggles as they dress me in the only things I am allowed to wear, my heels. My hands are locked to the back of my neck on the heavy gold collar that has been welded onto me so I know they are going to take me to the huge tub I saw in Master's bath. They like having my arms out of the way as they caress me while washing me and make so very sure that all of my slave holes are oiled and clean for Master's use. 

I wonder if they slept on the floor outside Master's bedroom all night just waiting to be called to serve the slave they must. The thought that they might have even less freedom than I do disturbs me. They have to be constantly near to wherever I am to serve my absolutely helpless sex slave's needs. I can't eat or go to the bathroom without one of them near to attend me as they feed me and wipe me.

When I am led to the bath Asia turns on the shower across the room using the gold taps to get the temperature just right as Russia plays with my sore nipples. Master and Tattoo were so heedless of my pain last night as they sucked and bit me wherever they wanted while they used me for their pleasure. Now Russia's soft hands caress my cunt and probe at my very sore other cunt as we wait for Asia to tell us the water is just right. 

I love the way they wash me by soaping their own bodies to rub against me while hands play wherever they want as I stand where the chain from the ceiling holds me by my bound hands. Afterwards we go to the big hot tub where they oil me and play with me some more to keep me on a constant sexual edge as I am prepared to be displayed to the island and Master's sons.

"Master is going to take you to show you off to his sons today, slave. Stay as far away from them as you can when Master isn't around. They are evil masters and we have heard that slaves in their mansions disappear after long nights of screams being heard," Asia tells me as she rubs scented oil into my body."We hear that the sharks beyond the reef are well fed."

When they are done preparing me it's not when they think that I'll pass Master's personal inspection, it's when they know I will pass that Russia finally attaches a leash to the gold and jewel encrusted collar welded to my neck to lead me out of the bath through Master's huge bedchamber and beyond.

I feel like a pampered queen as I am led by the leash down long hallways with my bell tinkling, my tits swaying on my chest and my hands locked behind my back. I know that Master needs me to look my best today and that means I have to be the slave he wants me to be so I make sure my ass sways and I try to glide in my ridiculously high heels as regally as Tattoo does in her bare feet with her body oozing pure sex.

"If you hold your head higher you'll look perfect," Asia whispers from beside me.

Thrilled at the compliment I do as she tells me and feel even prouder to be what I am, a fancy worth looking at more than once. I feel the dozens of chains move on my face and on my body as I am led to where Master wants me to be, wherever that is, and know I really am his slave now.

"You can still escape sometime," my small voice tells me.

"Do you want to now?" my loud voice asks with a hint of sarcasm. "Look at yourself, you can't be free now."

I haven't even seen myself in a mirror since Master bought this new slave. I know what I must look like; I'm a cartoon of a woman made at the whim of a world wide slave owner. The thought that my loud voice is right scares me, but at the same time, the slave in me feels free now that I have been altered into what Master wants me to be.

Asia leads me onto a sun lit terrace where I see Master sitting in the shade of a palm frond held over him by a naked female slave. The sweat rolls off her brow and her black tits as she holds the heavy fronds high. Tattoo is kneeling in the hot sun by his right side with sweat streaming down her black body while the Jaguars frolic nearby. Bulldog is on the grass in the tropical garden below us chasing a ball that Master has just thrown as I come out the doors.

Master hears the sound of my heels on the slate of the terrace and gives a hand signal pointing to his left. Asia drops my leash instantly causing me to gasp in pain as it pulls on my clit hood even as I hurry to kneel beside my Master. I hear my girls kneel far behind us as I feel Master pat my head. The hot sun beats down on my naked body and the sweat flows out of every pore as I kneel on the hard rock feeling him idly touch me.

After a long moment watching Bulldog chasing the ball on his hands and knees while trying to get it in his mouth until it falls into the huge pool in the garden Master laughs. The butler Bulldog has dived into the pool and is paddling around still trying to get the ball.

"Enough!" Master yells. "Bring the car around!"

Bulldog instantly stops his antics to get out of the pool and shake the water off himself making his long cock slap back and forth between his legs; he can almost spank his own ass with it. He runs off barefoot down the gravel drive at the foot of the terrace to reappear moments later driving an odd looking limousine.

The car is from the Thirties and there is only one seat in the back for Master; the rest of us must kneel as the slaves we are. Master signals for me to hold up his leash for him. I take the handle in my mouth as I have been taught and rise on my knees to offer it to him. When Master stands, he pulls me up by the ring in my clit hood causing a yelp of pain. 

"You'll be punished for that noise tonight slave." Master tells me as he leads us all down to the car with the beautiful naked slave holding the palm fronds over his head as he leads me by the leash. Tattoo is beside me and the girls follow as Master takes his seat. We all kneel at his feet while the naked slave stands behind him on a special platform in the rear keeping Master in the shade at all times.

With a jerk, the old car starts off out of the garden and down the long gravel drive towards the sea. I am afraid I will fall off as we move along but Master steadies me at each bump with his left hand on my head. The Jaguars don't seem to care about anything as they jump and chase each other from the front seats to the back where I kneel at master's side. A hand signal from Master has me between his legs to take his massive cock in my mouth in an instant. Occasionally my head is pulled up so Master can show me his island. I am shown fields of pineapple and sugar cane with slaves sweating in the hot sun as they tend the crops. We stop by a taro paddy so Master can call over the only other male I have seen close up other than Master and Bulldog. He has the naked slave lift his cock to show that he too is castrated as Master tells me that all males on this island are that way. I am told that only Master and his two sons have balls here. There is another island where his doctors are but if they want sex, there are only the male slaves there for them. The female slave patients are off limits.

Soon, after Master cums in my mouth and I am allowed to kneel beside him again, I see male and female slaves toiling all around me in the hot sun as we bounce along slow enough the female holding the fronds can keep Master in his shade.

I wonder why the slaves just don't rise up and revolt until Master shows me how their slave collars work. He pushes a button on his wrist band and all the slaves near us fall to the ground in agony. I am shown the other button for his personal slaves and cringe.

The drive is endless at the slow pace Master insists on and when the sun is low in the sky, we crest a hill to look down on two compounds with huge palaces in the center of each. I wonder why the houses need walls surrounding them but remember all the stories I have been told about the son's treatment of their slaves and know they are there to keep their poor slaves in. 

Feeling sorry for the slaves trapped inside those walls I edge closer to Master. His large hand resting on my head turns me to look up at him, "You are right to be afraid, my fancy. Tonight is a sort of showdown, an ending in my family. I have learned that my enemy is here on the island with them. His float plane came in last night."

The sun is a great ball of fire on the horizon, lighting the few clouds purple and blue, as we crunch to a stop near a huge pavilion. We are above the compounds and Master watches as lights come on in the palaces below him. "Now I wait to see if they are brave enough to come out to meet me," Master tells us. Even the Jaguars stop their antics and look at Master as he leads Tattoo and I under the silk tent to wait. When Master sits in the only chair with us at his feet, he points out his guards in the trees to help calm us.




Slave Ch. 05



"Now we wait to see if they are as brave as they wish they are," we are told.

As the sun sets naked female slaves appear to light the torches beside and behind us leaving the front dark so Master can see out into the compounds below us. There is one slave for every torch and when they are done, they kneel behind Master in rows of perfect slaves with the flickering glare of the torches shining on sweaty slave tits and bright slave eyes. As the night goes on other female slaves bring out a table for Master and yet others bring out platters of food for him. There is now a sea of females kneeling around Master as he eats. He occasionally feeds Tattoo and I from his hands as he lets his sons make him wait.

There are lights on in the palaces below and the sound of slaves in pain comes up on the wind.

"They ruin so many," Master mutters to himself. I shudder knowing that I have earned another discipline myself today as I hear the screams of agony below us. But the discipline I will get will not be like this I know with a certainty. One slave's scream ends in a long wailing shriek followed by silence. Tattoo and I look at each other across Master's knees knowing the sharks off the reef will be fed again tonight.

Master sits still between us as we edge even closer to him. The fingers of the hand on my head hold me tightly and I take Master's strength into me. He waits into the night sipping glasses of I don't know what while the slaves pile up behind us as, when each is done, she kneels behind Master. I dare not look but there must be close to a hundred slaves behind us when the compounds come alive with lights. Dozens of black cars appear and men fill them. With bright lights on, they drive up the hill toward us. Three cars pull ahead of the others to stop with their lights shining on us. The rest fan out in a semicircle to let an army of men out. All the cars have their lights on us. I shrink down thinking this is the end. 

Master laughs at me and tells me to sit straight like a proper slave. I take courage from him and do as I am told. I think I will die tonight with my slave tits up and on display for my killers. My cunt is wet at the thrill of being with such a strong Master.

I can see that the three front cars are Mercedes Benz sedans and when, after all the other soldiers are out of their cars, the doors of the two outside car doors open. A young fat black boy steps out of each car and waits for the third door to open.

We are now facing Master's sons and his enemy with their men behind them. Master is steady in his chair. "What is this?" he asks in a loud, deep voice that I have never heard coming from Master before. It is true power. I had no idea just how powerful he is.

I can't see all the men because of the lights in my eyes.

Master's hand leaves my head for a second then settles down again to hold me still. 

A deafening roar comes from the jungle all around us. Bright tongues of flame shoot out from everywhere. Men fall and lights go out as bullets riddle the army in front of us. Soon there are only the six headlights in front of us that go out one by one as a sharpshooter takes them out as well; leaving the two sons and the enemy alone in the night and lit only by Master's torches. There are only the cries of men still not dead now and the pop of single guns as even they are stilled. 

I see two fat black men shaking as they stand beside their bullet ridden cars and another that I recognize. The man standing in the torchlight beside the third car is the Sheik who trained me after I danced for him. 

Master hasn't moved a muscle since he gave the signal to kill so many men with his left hand. 

When all is silent but for the night sounds of birds and insects Master looks at the Sheik. "My old friend of the desert," Master says in a quiet voice, "Why?"

The old man just looks at Master and slowly gets on his knees. No words need to be said, he has lost.

I had hated this man for what he did to me in the desert and then silently thanked him for the training he gave me but now I look at the traitor he is with the disdain of a Master's slave.

"When your plane lands in Tahiti there will only be the crew on board. Is that understood?"

The Sheik nods and waits to be taken away by the two camo clad soldiers beside him. It's not far to the dock between the palaces and soon the floatplane starts to taxi out onto the lagoon with the Sheik aboard. In the bright moonlight I see it take off to circle off the reef. Even above the noise of the planes engines I hear the yell of the Sheik as he feeds himself to the sharks. The plane straightens out then and flies away. I wonder how dangerous the Sheik's son is to Master now or even if he will live to see tomorrows dawn.

All time is Master's. When there is silence but for the jungle again Master orders the men to strip his sons.

"Mother won't allow this!" one fat son wails as he backs away from the men around him.

"Both your mothers never cared!" Master yells. "They gave me the sons I needed but not the sons we each deserved and they live in luxury now. They discretely fuck who they want and don't care about me our you as long as they have their villas and the money keeps rolling in." 

As the men strip the sons Master turns to Tattoo, "How many slaves in each compound slave?"

"I'm not sure Master. It all depends on how many are still alive."

Master sighs and looks at his sons kneeling naked in the dirt in front of his carpets with their hands locked behind them. It is a pathetic site; the boys are obese and out of shape. I can't even see their little cocks under their bellies.

Master turns to the leader of his men, "Have your men free every slave they find and have them in each courtyard to wait on their former masters."

"Yes sir," a tall man says.

"And, yes, allow all the slaves to be standing when their former masters arrive. I want all the windows and doors open so I can hear them play with my sons. Signal me when you're ready."

The man smiles and looks at the quivering boys, "Yes Sir!" The night is already too long but it is not finished yet.

Soon there are female yells of glee from each compound and the boys are sent down the hill naked and bound. Their childish yelps as they step on every stone on the long walk down makes Master almost wince but he smiles when he hears the slaves cheer as each boy reaches his fate.

I don't want to imagine what those boys are going through at the hands of their slaves. The screams of pain go on even after the sun rises again in paradise. Finally, after a long silence, two boats go out past the reef to drop off a new feeding for the sharks. In the bright sun I can see the breasts and asses of the slaves on each boat.

"What a long day," Master says to no one even though he is surrounded by his closest slaves and hundreds of others. "Let's go home. I have guests arriving tomorrow for a party, an orgy that will last for weeks."



Slave Ch. 05



Note: This is a fetish story involving a bisexual submissive man. If that isn't your bag, please don't read. If it is, enjoy! Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. Truth be told, I'm not sure parts of this chapter are physically possible, but I'd sure like to find out! 

And the orgy continues... 

***** 

The floor show was me, of course. Or, what they were about to do to me. I finished dressing, red fishnet stockings, red strappy high heeled sandals, red lace camisole. No panties, this time. And I still had the red pig-tailed wig on. Some of the women had enjoyed using the pig-tails as handles. 

Mistress met me at the door. "Very nice, slut. Here." She put on a set of nipple clamps with a chain hanging between them, then led me outside by pulling on the chain. 

The women started whistling and calling me names. I soaked it up, loving the degradation. They were gathered around a padded bench that had been set up in the center of the patio. It was waste high, with straps attached to the corners and legs. (It came from Tracy's dungeon in the basement, a room I became very well acquainted with later.) 

Mistress Kay bent me over the bench and held me down as Tracy and Lori strapped me in place. It was actually a fairly comfortable position, and left my ass exposed perfectly for penetration. Mistress slapped my ass. "Ladies, the three of us need to go get ready, please feel free to whip this bitch while we're preparing." 

For the next five minutes, every woman there took turns with the floggers and riding crops. There wasn't a spot on the entire backside of my body that wasn't beet red by the time the three ladies came back out. It stung like hell. 

I loved it. 

"Holy shit!" Upon hearing one of the women exclaim that, I looked up. Holy shit was right. Kay, Tracy and Lori were all sporting brand new strapons. These things were monsters. Nearly two feet long and four inches thick, easily. This was going to plumb new depths. I had been fisted elbow deep many times at that point, but these beasts were going to go even farther up my shit-chute. 

Frankly, they scared the hell out of me. 

Frankly, I wanted them in my ass so bad I could taste it. 

This was exactly the kind of challenge I had come to crave, to see just exactly how much punishment my ass could take. 

"Ladies, please grab your cameras. We three are going to take turns butt-fucking this bitch until he begs us to stop. We want as many pictures and as much video as we can get. Lori, since this is your party, you have the honor of breaking his faggot ass in with your cock." 

"Why, thank you Kay." Probably two dozen cameras were focused on us as Lori lined that horse dick up with my asshole. Mistress poured a copious amount of lube on it. "Ready, fag-boy?" 

"Yes, Mistress." I didn't sound all that sure. Lori didn't care. 

She laughed, then started working the head past my sphincter. That wasn't too bad, I'd actually had wider than that. The bit that came next, though... 

Lori grabbed my hips and slammed the full length of that monster into my ass in one savage thrust. 

I screamed. Oh Good lord, did I scream. That might have been the most painful thing I've ever experienced. And I kept screaming as she took a step back, pulling it almost all the way out, then started slam-fucking my ass. She was rocking back and forth, managing to fuck more than half the length in and out, but always burying it to the hilt on the in thrust. 

It felt like it was in my throat. 

The women were cheering her on. 

"Fuck that worthless faggot!" 

"Yeah, wreck that ass!" 

"Tear it up!" 

"I'm gonna show my husband this the next time he wants to fuck my ass!" 

"Shred that faggot ass!" 

Lori had sweat running off her, but she was loving this. "Goddamn right, fag-boy. Hear that? We're gonna destroy this worthless fuckhole of yours." 

By then I had stopped screaming, and was just trying to breathe. I could feel my insides being rearranged. It still hurt, but the pain was easing to a dull ache, sort of a weird uncomfortableness. 

Mistress was kneeling in front of me. It took me a few seconds to realize she was mouthing words to me. Do you want me to stop this? 

I almost said yes. Almost. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. This was just the kind of depravity I craved. And, amazingly, pleasure was starting to mix with the pain. Lori was hammering my ass with almost two feet of cock, and I wanted more. 

I shook my head no and mouthed water and Vicodin, please. She smiled and produced a pill and a glass of water complete with a straw from under the bench. She knows me too well. I downed the Vicodin and half the water. It was the only time the whole weekend that I had anything to drink but piss. I mouthed thank you, Mistress, then settled in to endure the rape. 

And rape it was. Lori fucked me for nearly half an hour. She finally slammed all the way in, then stopped and slapped my ass. "Ready to say uncle, fag-boy?" 

"No, Mistress." She could barely hear me, I was so hoarse. 

Lori laughed. "Goddamn, you really are a glutton for punishment. Next!" 

She pulled out and slapped my ass several times with the dildo. Tracy stepped in behind me. She spread my cheeks and spit into my asshole three times. "Hope Lori left some lube in there bitch, 'cause that's all you're getting from me." 

There was, thank God. Tracy hammered home and managed to fuck me with even more force than Lori. My thighs were starting to hurt from the repeated slamming into the bench, even with the padding. And then she started beating my ass, switching back and forth from left cheek to right, hitting me with powerful, openhanded slaps. 

I learned later that Tracy was a professional domme on the side. One of the reasons for the isolated house. She could abuse her clients any way she liked, indoors or out, and not have to worry about the neighbors. She was heavily into pain and the art of inflicting it, but had mastered every aspect of being a dominatrix, and had been advising Mistress Kay since she and I had started experimenting. And she was having a ball blasting into my ass like this. 

I was in pain, but I was also well into subspace. The butt-fucking, the beating, the humiliation of the audience, the degradation, the sheer depravity of the whole situation, it was perfect. My life had become so much better since I'd accepted the fact that I was a sissy cock-slut. I mean, c'mon, how many times am I going to have the opportunity to be raped by forty-two incredibly horny women? 

Bliss. 

Tracy fucked me for just short of fifty minutes. 

I came twice. 

Tracy finally collapsed, dripping with sweat, gasping for breath. "Damn. You give yet, bitch?" 

"No, Mistress." It was a barely audible moan. 

Tracy was surprised. "Hunh. First time for everything. That's some slave you got there, Kay." She gave one last savage thrust, then yanked her cock out of my gaping hole. She walked around and had me lick it clean. I was in a daze, but I do think there was some extra flavor there, dredged up from the depths of my bowels. 

I didn't care. It added to the kink factor. 

Mistress was stroking my ass. "I know." She started undoing the straps. When some of the women protested, she waved a hand. "No, no, the show isn't over yet. We're just going to change it up a bit." 

She helped me stand up. I took a few seconds to stretch as Mistress walked over and laid down on a pad a few feet away. She poured lube on the strapon, then waved me over. I approached with some trepidation. This one was slightly longer and fatter than the other two. 

"Face away from me, slut. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock, all the way in and out, straight up and down. And I want the best view I can get." 

Hoooo, boy. My legs were already shaky, especially in the three inch heels. They said they were going to fuck me until I begged them to stop. This would probably get it done. Teetering on my heels, I straddled Mistress. Wedging the head of her cock against my anal ring, I took a deep breath and sat down on it, slowly taking the entire24 inch length into my body. It really did feel like it was in my throat. 

Thank God for Vicodin. 

All the way down on my haunches, I could feel the imitation balls against my own. I took a moment to adjust to the size of it, then raised myself back up 'til just the head was still in my asshole. I knew I wouldn't last long fucking like this, so I decided to give them a good show. 

So I started slamming myself down on that beast. Hard. Looking around, many were filming the 24 inch monster as it invaded my shit-chute. All of them were masturbating. Within minutes my legs were on fire. But it felt so good in my ass. Mistress lay there, calling me names and smacking my ass, enjoying the show. 

After fifteen minutes, I was slowing down, my legs about to give out. "Slave?" 

"Yes, Mistress?" 

"Are you getting tired?" 

"I'm sorry, but yes, Mistress." 

Unseen by me, she motioned Lori over. "I'll make you a deal. I'll let you stop if you do one more thing for me." 

"Anything, Mistress." I really should be more careful about saying that. 

"Stand up, but leave my cock in your ass." I did, the slightly hunched position making my legs shake. That's when I noticed Lori laying down, entwining her legs with Mistress' so that their dildos were standing up against each other. 

Realizing what was about to happen, I regretted my 'anything' statement of a moment ago. 

Lori was smirking up at me. "If you can take both our cocks all the way up your worthless faggot-y ass, we'll let you take a four hour break to get some sleep. Otherwise, every woman here will spend the next four hours butt-fucking you with these horse cocks." 

Four hours of sleep sounded really good right then. "Very well Mistress." 

Tracy was kneeling beside me, holding the dildos together. She spat on Lori's. "Go for it, bitch!" 

I eased down. It took some wriggling to get Lori's started, but once the head popped in, the first foot or so wasn't too bad.That last foot though, that took some work. It took ten minutes, and damn did it hurt, but I finally was able to lift my feet off the floor and let my weight settle the last inch all the way up my horrendously stretched bowels. 

The women started cheering. Nobody there had ever seen anything quite like it. It was definitely a bachelorette party for the ages. 

And it was only half over... 

To be continued...



Slave Ch. 06



The ride back to Master's mansion is subdued. I kneel as I have been ordered facing Master between his legs and when he finally spews his tasty essence in my mouth I smile my thanks and look up at Master and the black clouds of smoke behind him. Dark orange flames fill each cloud and reach to the sky as the palaces of Master's two boy's burn to the ground.

I wonder how a Master can be happy after hearing his sons die slowly in agony at the hands of their slaves. "They were of his seed but not his mind," my loud and sometimes cruel voice tells me. "Remember his other son," the quiet voice tells me.

The long, slow drive back to Master's mansion takes forever. It seems to me, sometimes, that Master even owns time. My slave tits are sore from bouncing at each pothole in the road when we finally get there. "Does Master have these holes in the road just so he can watch his slave's tits bobble at each jolt?" my small voice asks.

"Did you like showing your slave tits?" my loud voice tells the other in a snit.

I can only think yes, I did like Master seeing them bounce. They are his to watch and so are Tattoo's and my girls too. But the muscles that try to hold these new huge tits up are very sore when the tires of the limousine crunch to a stop in front of Master's pink mansion.

On the steps to greet Master is a tall, handsome and very black young man. Behind him is Cook, the chef who helped me so kindly in the past. I know now from the idle chatter of my girls that Cook is more than just a happy chef; he is a guardian and a mentor to this striking young man. One glance at Tattoo tells me who the mother and father of this young black man are. Her eyes dance with delight as they look first at him and then at Master. 

Master leaves his slaves to sort ourselves out as he hurries up the stairs to greet his true son and that is the name he will have in my head, Son. No one uses any names in Master's presence, ever.

That night, when Master and son sit to a dinner fit for the owners of hundreds of slaves and an island country Tattoo and I kneel at Master's side as Cook has slaves bring in one beautiful course after another. I hear the story of Son's open secret life; how he had to stay away from his father and live in the safe keeping of Cook so the other sons couldn't find him and how he eagerly learned all he needed to know to help his father in his businesses.

When coffee and brandy are finally served a hand signal from Master sends me under the table to inch my way to between Son's legs. My hands are chained to the golden collar around my neck and I know what to do; my soft hands caress the amazingly thick cock they find between the muscular thighs as they seek out the belt and buttons keeping the cock I want from my slave mouth. Behind me is the sound of Tattoo sucking Master's cock as I pull her son's cock out to swallow it whole down my throat as I have been trained to do. I use my split and pierced tongue to please Son even as I swallow over and over again to excite him and urge him to cum in me. My hands gently cup and squeeze his black balls as I fuck my face on his hardness. The feeling of my cheeks sucking in as I pull back far enough to lick the precum from little hole on the cock in me and stroke the thickness of Son with both hands makes me so wet I know I will be cleaning my dripping nectar off the floors in the morning. Soon I feel his balls contract and his cock swell in me as Son orgasms and pumps all of himself into this slave that kneels at his feet. On the last pulse I pull off just enough so that I can taste him then I turn under the table to find Tattoo waiting to receive her son's cum from me. We kiss with my split tongue pushing all the goodness I have in my mouth into hers. Strong, female slave hands pull at my tits even as a master's explore my ass.

"May I use your fancy tonight, Father?" Son asks, exciting me even more knowing that there are now three real men that can use my slave body on this island. Master, his son and Cook; if he will have me one day too. "You are a slut now. Aren't you," my small voice says to me as I stroke the hardening cock of Son with my mouth and hands.

"You are a slut slave," my loud voice corrects.

Deep in my heart I think I do like being a slut slave and I now live for the smell of a strong master in me or the rich scent of a mistress on my face. Yes, I like the sweetness of women. My girls have me treat them almost every night and Tattoo tastes so strong of her Caribbean darkness and her tight ass is such a treat especially after Master's cock has been there.

"Son, you may have any slave you like. Would you like to have this one as well tonight?" Master asks as Tattoo kneels at his feet.

By now I am kneeling at Son's side knowing that I am to be his for the evening. "I think I'll have that tattooed one tomorrow. Tonight I want to sample this fancy you made if that's alright with you," Son tells his Father.

"Does he know that's his mother?" my small voice asks so quietly I hardly hear her.

"Of course he does and he will fuck her and do whatever a master wants to her; she's only a slave," the bitchy loud voice answers as I kneel shocked at what can be done here on Master's island.

"But Son is the son of a slave!"

"He is what Master says he is which makes him a master as well."

I don't need to hear this argument, I just lean close to Son's leg to nuzzle him like the slave I am. Soon Son asks for my leash and I pick it up off the floor with my mouth to offer it to him. He and Master walk out of the dining room with Tattoo and I following them. She pads along at Master's side, free in her slavery while I follow chained and leashed, given to Son for the night and more likely whenever he wants me.

On the terrace Bulldog serves Master his usual drink and brings Son the scotch he wants. As he leaves to stand and wait for further orders on the side Master stops him to tell him to find the Jaguars and to fetch their strap on cocks. Bowing at the waist Bulldog thanks Master and hurries off at his command with his little tail wagging. 

"What do you have planned now Father?" Son asks.

"Just a little amusement," is the reply.

While the two men wait for Bulldog to find the Jaguars, a no small task with them prancing and capering anywhere they want, Master and Son discuss the younger's life as he stayed far away from his half brothers while learning all he needed to know to help his father in his various businesses. His ideas about the slave trade scare even me, a slave myself now. Son asks to see the overweight slave Master captured from the city where I was bought. At the snap of a finger Master has one of the dozens of slaves surrounding us go find the slave I call Dimples and have her brought to him. She is the first of the heavier BBW slave women caught to fill a rising market niche mostly in the east and the far north.

Soon Dimples is brought on a leash out onto the terrace by another male dog slave. She immediately sinks to her knees in front of Master begging him to fuck her, pleading to have someone, anyone take her virginity from her. Her small dimpled hands hold up heavy tits in offering then travel down over her ample belly to spread her slave cunt while she pleads for release, to be taken like the slave she is. 

Master and Son smile at her antics then Master gives her permission to finger herself until she cums for him. Dimples realizes this is the only release she will get tonight as she rolls back and spreads her thick legs wide to show herself and begins to franticly play with her clit with one hand while the other goes into her slave cunt as deep as she can get it. I seriously doubt her hymen is still intact, but her actions and words tell me she is still a virgin, a slave never fucked by any man let alone a master.

"Have you put this slave up for bidding yet?" Son asks as the slave writhes in front of us on the rock tiled terrace.

Master smiles, "There are two men in the orient in a bidding war for her right now."

The thought of a small Asian man mounting this slave and being swallowed in her soft folds and deep valleys actually makes me smile. She would be worth every penny of her price; the lucky bidder would be getting the most eager slave I have seen in my limited experience.

When Dimples has made herself happy and lies limp in front of her master he has her kneel behind him as Bulldog ushers the Jaguars into the light of the torches. They are excited and prance around him trying to get at the strap on harnesses he holds. The plastic cocks are double sided with one end a huge phallus and the other a little smaller to fit in their slave cunts. They cry out their joy as they push the small ends into themselves and help each other with the straps when the toys are finally given to them.

Bulldog knows what is expected of him; he gets eagerly on his hands and knees and waits with his mouth open wide and tail wagging. The Jaguars prance around the dog below them holding up their obscenely large plastic cocks that sway in front of lithe black bodies accentuating their sleek legs and flat tummies. Soon one Jaguar sinks to her knees in front of Bulldog who accepts the thick phallus into his mouth. He isn't quite so eager when the other Jaguar kneels behind him and pushes into him with no mercy. His howls of pain are muted by the plastic cock in his mouth while the black beauties smile at each other over his back fucking him and themselves for their Master's entertainment.

When the Jaguar in the dogs ass orgasms she moves around to shove the other from his mouth and push her soiled cock into the waiting slave's mouth. Bulldog doesn't scream as loud this time as he is taken in the ass by the other Jaguar even as he licks the first one clean.

I know the taste of a cock that has been in everyone of my slave holes and know what the dog has in his mouth; he hasn't had an enema today and he is tasting his own ass. I pity him; he is a castrated male and can't orgasm, all he can do is endure while the Jaguars please themselves with him. His long, soft cock sways below him, laying half on the floor as the Jaguars take turns in both his slave holes. 

Son's hand caresses me as we watch the Jaguars play; I push my tits out into his hand every time he touches them. When the black beauties tire of using Bulldog they start using each other, licking the other's tits as one fucks the other's ass or cunt then rolls to be fucked herself until Master claps his hands and sends the two Jaguars away while Bulldog is made to stay and bring more drinks for Master and his son. The dog obeys wagging his tail each time he hears his Master's voice.

I hear that other masters and mistresses will be arriving soon as Master and Son talk in front of the many slaves serving their every need. A storm has delayed the yachts that will bring most of the rich slave owners and the rest are holding their planes so they can all arrive on the same day to make the event perfect. It is discussed that Son will have me tonight and then I will be somehow put on display and made available for anyone to use for the rest of the party week. 

Later, Son asks for my leash and I instantly sink to the floor with my hands locked behind me to pick up the handle with my mouth and present it as I have been taught; my head is high and my back is straight with my knees spread and the chain is tight so that it pulls my clit out for Son to see if he wishes. He does see as he takes the leather handle from my mouth and then stands with his erect cock very evident in his pants. My head is pulled forward by strong hands until my lips can kiss the hardness I can see through the light tropical weight cloth of his pants. A strong tug on the leash has me stand so Son can lead me into the mansion and up to his rooms.

Asia and Russia scamper to follow us at a discrete distance ready to tend to their charge as I am led up the stairs knowing that I must keep the chain of my leash tight for the young master who holds it. My whimpers of pain at each step go unnoticed as I am led where master wants until we stop outside a set of tall dark wood doors. The young master pulls up on my leash and laughs at my shriek as I go even higher on my toes to ease the pain in my clit. 

Cook opens the doors from within and tells master that all is ready then closes the doors behind master and I when he leads me in; locking himself and my girls out. When the lock clicks in the door Son turns and gently takes the leash off my clit ring then puts his finger to my lips, "There are two rules my father made that I can't break. Even here in this room where I am assured there are no cameras or microphones you may not speak and your hands will always be bound but other than that I will treat you like the little girl you were; the one that just wanted to play at being a slave. I look at the young master as I kneel at his feet to press my head into his crotch, to feel his still hard cock with my lips, the fat lips that Master has given me. "You have been trained well haven't you," master says as he holds my head to him. "Now look into my eyes as I undress for you. Yes for you," he tells me as he begins to undo his shirt showing me his black chest with a thick mat of dark curly hairs. With his shirt off now he undoes his belt and then his pants to let them drop to the floor showing a cock as wonderful as his father's. I lean forward to take his hardness into my mouth but he gently pushes me away to help me stand so he can lead me to his bed. When I am seated on the edge of the bed my hands are locked to the short chains on my collar and Son leans forward to kiss my head while my almost free hands find him and stroke his length.

Hands find all my chains and rings and touch me gently as they tug at them and feel my soft skin. Son lets me fall back on the bed so he can feel me everywhere. His lips graze my nipples then move up to kiss every ring and chain on my face before descending down my body to taste me where no man or even a woman has been so gentle before. My girls tell me I taste sweet down there. "Down there!" I think. "When was the last time I called my slave cunt 'Down there'?"

"You taste so sweet my little slave." Son says as he smiles at me from between my legs as his hands play where they will on me. When Son stands in front of me I see the power of this young master knowing he is the image of his parents with the grace of Tattoo and the poise and cock of Master. 

He asks me if I would like to feel his cock in my mouth and I am given the best present a master can give; a choice. I nod my head yes and show my split tongue to Son as an open invitation. I can't help pulling my knees up and spreading myself wide to offer all of myself as the young, black Adonis crawls onto the bed above me to give me his cock in the first slave hole he will use tonight. Another hole is wet and wanting while I know he will be wet enough to use the other when he is ready to take that one too.

Hours later a hand turns my head on the pillow so soft lips can kiss me. I snuggle into the strong arms of my other Master. Both the son and the father need the capital 'M' when I think of them now. One has earned the name from tenderness and the other deserves it because of his true power over all he sees; all he owns.

Son leaves me in his bed then and lets my girls come in to tend to my morning needs. The first thing they both do is have me sit on the edge of the bed and spread my legs so they can take turns tasting Son's sperm warm from my slave cunt. I agree when they say that he tastes a little saltier than his father.

It seems that every bath in Master's mansion has a chain in the shower so I can be held up while my needs are looked after. I pee down my legs then just letting everything go and laugh with my girls as they clean me and teach me real cleanliness by giving me an enema after I have naughtily shit myself in the shower. 

I learn that there are huge yachts appearing on the horizon and planes are expected to land anytime now for Master's week long orgy. The girls tell me there is a special room where all the fancies are to be chained for the use of any guest who wants them. Some of the fancies will be male and maybe even still have their balls to please the mistresses and some masters. Master thinks that I will be the best I am told and my girls make sure I will be. They pamper me in one oil bath after another then clean all my chains and weave new ribbons on me in the plum color Master wants. They tell me this the last time I will be cleaned while the guests are here. There will only be a morning wipe down to get the dried sperm and woman juice off me. By the end of each day I should expect to be covered in dried and wet sperm from head to toe. The juice of endless women will be on my face. I realize the party is to be a complete debauchery where every slave brought here and every person attending will be used and use as well.

Master comes to collect me himself when I am as ready as my girls can make me. I am not ready but I have no choice as Master leads me by a stronger leash than normal to a huge room that looks out over the terrace and the pool. One long, curving wall has dozens of open doors that lead to small rooms with beds inside and small cushions outside by the doorways. A naked dog slave I don't recognize takes my leash from Master who leaves me then. A long chain that is attached to the head of the bed in one of the rooms is dragged out by a female slave so the dog slave can lock me to it and remove the leash. I am told to kneel on the cushion outside the door and wait to obey any order. 

The sounds of planes landing and the toots of yachts fill the morning air. It's not long before other fancies are brought in to kneel on the tiny cushions along the wall of rooms. The male chained to my left still has his balls but he also has tits as big as mine and his face is that of a young girl. On my right is a female with no legs so she holds herself up with her arms bound behind her, her slave cunt open for use, never barred by her again. 

The line of fancies becomes endless as each is led or carried in for the masters and mistresses to view and use

The slave two doors over has no teeth and is taught, I guess, to smile widely to show that. I only find out later she is an altered male with a dripping fake cunt his mistress likes to show off.

The things Master has done to me start to seem almost normal as more and more fancies are brought in to be chained to the beds and I see what has been done to them. Master is right; I am the prettiest fancy here! Even though I am a cartoon of a woman at least I look like a woman and still have all my holes. The room becomes loud as some fancies yell out their need to be had as they have been taught. I sit silent with my eyes down waiting for the first owner to use me and try to block out the wails of the fancies so abused that some have gone over into madness.

The feet of a man appear in front of my down cast eyes, "Kneel on the bed, slave," I am told by an old voice. The weight of the thick chain hanging from my gold collar tells me I am a slave as I assume the position the master wants and I feel his cock slide into me. He is done and gone before I can cum and I crawl back out to my cushion to wait with his sperm leaking from my swollen cunt for the next person to use me.

A woman comes to me next and tells me to crawl in and service her. I crawl under the heavy skirt to smell her sex. The mistress is wet and ready for my tongue. She doesn't need to urge me; I know what to do. While I lick at her not so sweet pussy I feel a man behind me and even as the woman gushes all over my face I feel the hot splashes of a male guest on my back. By now I am only taken into the room occasionally; most of the time the men and women use me in front of their partners and anybody in the room now. 




Slave Ch. 06



Note: Fetish story involving a bisexual submissive man doing bisexual submissive things. If you enjoy such fun, read on! Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. 

Let the nastiness continue...

Chapter the Sixth

Mistress led me in to one of the bedrooms. I was looking forward to four hours of sleep. I was beyond exhausted at that point. I started to climb into bed, but Mistress stopped me. "Bend over, bitch."

I did, and she stuffed the Bam dildo up my ass, then tied it in place with some parachute chord. "Don't want you tightening back up. Now get some sleep."

"Yes, Mistress." It came out as a yawn. I think I was asleep as my head hit the pillow. 

It felt like I hadn't done much more than blinked and I was being shaken awake. "Up and at 'em, slave. You've got work to do." I stretched and rolled out of bed. I pretty much had to roll, considering the dildo up my butt. Glancing at the clock, I was surprised to see it had been almost six hours since I laid down.

Mistress Kay noticed the surprised look on my face. "Yes, you got some extra sleep. Fact is, Lori, Tracy and I dozed off. Now get in the john, we need to give you an enema." It was almost 9 am. I had another thirteen hours to go. 

After cleaning me out, she had me put on a black fishnet body stocking (crotchless of course), put the nipple clamps back on, then put a dog collar and leash on me. After putting on a pair of four inch black pumps, she led me into the kitchen by the leash. I was allowed to stand at the counter and eat my breakfast. Toast, bacon and eggs, and a glass of my own urine. 

I was then led outside, where a low bench, just the right height to kneel and fuck my ass, had been placed under the patio roof. Mistress had me lie down on my back, then produced a bondage bar. Just over two feet long, it had four Velcro straps. My ankles were attached to the outer straps, then my wrists to the inner ones. This effectively hogties the wearer. 

Tracy tied a rope to the middle of the bar, then ran the rope through a pulley attached to the rafters. She pulled the rope tight, pulling my arms and legs up, but not quite lifting me from the bench, then tied the rope off. 

This wasn't the most comfortable of positions. 'Gonna be sore in the morning', I thought. Looking around, I noticed that there were only seventeen ladies still present. The rest had gone home while I was sleeping. The ones that were left were the ladies that had seemed to most enjoy using and degrading me. I knew I was in for a rough day.

I spent the next ten hours on that bench.

And I got USED.

There was something in my ass at all times. Toys, arms, feet, wine bottles. They shoved ice cubes in there, and laughed at my squirming as they melted. The twin sisters, Ava and Amy, spent over an hour seeing how much they could stuff up my overused shit-chute. They managed to get one arm each in just past elbow deep.

All seventeen of them raped my ass with one of the giant strapons that Lori and Tracy had used. Mistress Kay had put hers away. The big one was for her use only.

They'd empty bottles of booze into my rectum and then drink directly from my ass. I got a damn good buzz from what soaked in.

My jaw and tongue were terribly sore the next day. I ate an unbelievable amount of pussy and ass that day. And drank gallons and gallons of piss. Anytime one of them had to pee, I was the urinal. Several of them got off on using my tongue to clean their asses after they had taken a shit. That duty wasn't as bad as it could have been. They all wiped. Just not, you know, thoroughly.

Janine especially liked using me for that. She was seriously into scat play, but Mistress had warned her not to push it too far. She spent the better part of an hour fisting me almost to her shoulder.

I did a lot of deep-throating as well. Many of the women got off on face fucking me with their strapons. I lost track of how many times I was spit-roasted. 

I was flogged. I was whipped. I was spanked. My nipples received so much abuse that just wearing a shirt hurt for the next week. The chain from the nipple clamps got the same treatment as the spreader bar, stretching my nips out painfully for nearly two hours.

Many of them took advantage of my nearly constant hard on. I fucked many a cunt and ass, and got at least a dozen blow jobs. Every time I came, my cum was fed back to me, whether it was in somebody's hand, cunt or ass. 

I ate a lot of cum.

Everything was videoed, of course. There were four cameras set up, feeding all of the depraved action into Tracy's computer. Mistress and I have enjoyed watching the footage of that weekend many times.

By seven in the evening, things had pretty much worn down. The women had tired out and started filtering home. I was starting to hurt fairly bad by then. Ten hours restrained in the same position, along with all the other abuse my body had soaked up, was catching up to me.

It was down to Mistress Kay, me, Lori, Tracy and Janine at that point. Mistress took pity and untied me. Three of them had to help me stand up. "Mistress?"

"Yes, slave?"

"As much as I enjoyed everything, how 'bout we don't leave me tied up that long in the future, okay?"

She laughed. "We'll see. C'mon, into the hot tub. Let's see if we can't work out some of those kinks."

The five of us eased into the hot tub, and to my relief, just sat there and soaked for the next couple of hours. Between the effects of the tub and the wine we drank, when we eventually got out I was able to move more or less normally. I was allowed to sit and rest while the ladies helped Mistress pack up our stuff. 

But she wasn't quite finished with me yet. I was informed that I was going to drive us back to my house. And that I was to do it naked with the Bam stuffed up my butt.

"But what if we get pulled over?" It seemed a legitimate question.

"Better hope it's a cop that'll let you off for a quick fuck," was the answer. I decided to drive very carefully. As an extra bit of fun, we were giving Janine a ride home as well. She lived with her brother Jamal on the far side of town from my place. Even this late at night, this pretty well guaranteed that somebody was going to see me naked.

Mistress climbed into the back and stretched out, fiddling with her phone. Janine sat next to me in the front. Tired as I was, having that damn Bam up my ass while driving was having an effect on my cock. I was hard within two miles.

Janine, of course, noticed. I almost swerved into the ditch when she leaned over and swallowed my cock. She then commenced to give me a noisy, sloppy blow job all the way back to her house. 

Made concentrating on the road difficult, let me tell you.

And people noticed the action in the car. At one stop light, I saw a flash. The guy in the car next to us had taken a picture with his cell phone. We got a lot of double-takes going through town.

When I finally pulled up in front of her house, she was still sucking my dick. She was determined to get one more orgasm out of me. It took her another ten minutes, but she got it done. She sucked me dry, then grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me, pushing my cum into my mouth, not letting go until I swallowed all of it.

She smacked my thigh, then clambered out of the car. "Thanks for the ride, bitch! See ya later, Kay."

"I'll call you tomorrow. We'll figure out when then." Janine nodded, then waved goodbye as she headed for the house. I wondered exactly what it was they were going to 'figure out'. I suspected it involved my ass.

I suspected right. 

Kay slipped into the front seat and massaged my thigh where Janine had smacked it. "Home, slave."

"Yes Mistress." I was glad I had the next two days off. I wanted to sleep for a week.

Halfway home, I started swearing. "What?"

"Dammit, we're being pulled over."

She looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, there was a squad car behind us, lights flashing. I pulled over, thinking this couldn't possibly end well.

In the mirror I could see the officer get out and slowly walk towards us. He was a big, burly fellow. 'Great. I'm gonna spend the night in jail. Naked.'

"What the hell, man? Driving naked? Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?" He looked very angry.

I started to say something, but Mistress put her hand over my mouth and leaned closer to the window. "Drop the act, Sid. Just whip it out."

Sid laughed and did exactly that. He unzipped his fly and pulled a twelve inch monster out. "Start sucking faggot. And don't lose a drop, or I may go ahead and run your faggot ass in just for the hell of it."

Mistress had obviously set this up. But what the hell. I leaned out the window and swallowed that huge, sweaty, stinking hunk of man-meat. Sid grabbed my hair and spent the next ten minutes skull-fucking me as Mistress played with the Bam in my ass. He finally came, a huge load that I had a hard time keeping up with, but I didn't spill a drop. "Keep your mouth on my cock, faggot. And remember, not a drop."

He pissed straight into my throat. And pissed. And pissed. A whole night's worth of coffee, he'd saved it up for this.

Somehow, I got it the whole rancid load down. It was, without a doubt, the nastiest piss I had ever downed. It was all I could do not to puke. 

Sid finished and tucked that monster away. "All right, Kay. Deal's a deal. We're good." With that, he left, throwing a "Thanks, faggot!" over his shoulder.

I turned to Kay angrily. "Hold on," she said, before I had a chance to say anything. "Yes, I set this up. The deal he mentioned is basically for protection. In exchange for some occasional fun with you or me, Sid and some of his buddies on the force will keep an eye out for us. If somebody calls in complaining, or we get caught misbehaving, they can step in and hopefully keep us out of trouble. It's insurance."

I had to admit, it was a good idea. We did have a thing for fucking in public. "Okay. I guess that works. But I gotta tell ya, that was foul. I almost puked all over that fucker. That was the god-awful-est piss I have ever tasted. And his cock! I don't think he's had a bath in weeks."

She pulled a face. "Yeah, he tends to be a little nasty. And maybe I should've warned you first. But I couldn't resist seeing what happened. And it'll pay off in the long run."

"Okay. I'll live. Can we go home and go to bed now?"

"Definitely."

I slept clear through to Tuesday morning.

That was one long, hard weekend. But I loved it. God, I loved it. And my life as a submissive cock-slut had only just begun...

To be continued...



Slave Ch. 06



The legless girl and the male with no teeth have a steady stream of owners lined up to use them, but my lineup is still the longest. Everybody wants to be able to say they fucked Master's fancy this week. The night moves on and I begin to smell like the slut slave I am as men and women leave their scent and cum on me. The row of slaves are all mostly in the rooms now and I can hear the grunts of owners as they use us as they want.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring as a handsome Italian man slides his long cock into me. I can feel him cumming and smile at him as he shoots his load on me. I hold my tits up to him and massage his white offering into my soft flesh then wait for the next owner to use me.

My soft cushion waits for me with a pool of sperm in its center so I can present myself as the slave I am when each owner finishes with me.

I smile up at two men and know what they want. This is only the first day of Master's orgy and these men will tell everyone about the cock slut I am. A chair is brought and right in the doorway I sit on the cock of the first, accepting his hardness in my cunt then lean forward to wait for the second to take my ass and he does. We aren't on the bed in semi privacy, we are in the open for everybody to see and see they do! My howls of delight being taken by two men fill the party room. Every eye is on us as I take two men in me and when they are done I lay still on the man under me and look around to see the lust of others wanting me. Another man puts his cock in me so I smile at him and urge him on. When he is done and my pussy is filled with his cum another has me and then another. I love having a man in me. I love a cock in me.

A naked mistress squats over my face as I lie on the floor at the end of the chain outside the door to the little room. The sperm of many men and even a steady stream of piss leaks out of her swollen pussy into my open mouth then she leaves me to swallow and lick my lips to get what I can off me. "Only the slaves have no choice about who fucks them tonight," my loud voice says.

The voice is right, the sun has been down for hours now and everyone is naked with the only way a slave can be told from an owner being the collars all slaves wear. The wives of the owners and mistress owners all seem to have brought at least one young male slave for everyone's amusement. Master has the Jaguars found so they can entertain his guests with their antics, their sleek black bodies and long tails draw huge crowds of attention as they pleasure each other endlessly. Master will have even more orders for his Jaguars and his dog slaves when this party is over.

Much later a mistress enters my room without even looking at me. I follow as quickly as I can because I must. When I drag the long chain that holds me prisoner to the room to kneel where she indicates I tremble at her hard stare. "Assume the position on the cross," I am told in a cold voice. When I spread my arms and legs on the cross cruel hands lock my wrists and ankles to it making sure the leather is too tight. Master seldom uses me as a whipping post and, though I like being spanked he refrains from that too just to frustrate me. Tonight I know I am going to be whipped and know it even more when a gag is forced into my slave mouth. "The cruel ones wait until the other owners have gone to their beds with willing slaves," my small voice tells me. "You do know that Master has given you to the owners to do as they wish with you," my loud voice offers.

Yes, I know and that answer is quick as I feel the white hot pain of a whip on my ass and then others. First from the left and then the right the whip hits me moving up my back then down to my thighs as I scream into the gag. Master will not save me this night so I must endure and for all of the week. The whipping stops so a soft hand can feel each and every welt then other hands undo the straps holding me up to turn me around and lock me to the wall again even tighter this time.

Now I can see my torturers. There are at least ten owners and even more of their slaves in the small room all staring at me as I pant in my pain. The whip is handed to a man who strikes me across both my slave tits with it and he smiles when my eyes bug out in shear terror and pain. More lashes fall on my exposed body wielded by man after woman after slave even. Those last are the hardest for some reason. In the end each man and male slave fucks my cunt as I am held to the wall. The women have me tied to the floor and have me lick their pussies as they play with the welts that cover my tits and body and piss on my face.

I keep my sanity by remembering Master and Son and how they treat me with power and strength and tenderness. Yes, Master has whipped me for his enjoyment but tonight I am just a slave that has to give her body to be used. I won't be killed or scarred, I know that because I am Master's slave but the pain and the welts and the bruises will last all the week of this party. I don't think Master and Son are happy with what is being done to the chained fancies tonight; I saw them leave with slaves long ago. We all know a master or mistress can do as they need.

I can hear others fancies nearby either grunting at the pounding they are getting or screaming at the use of cruel owners even as the men in the room take turns fucking my slave cunt until each time the owner pulls out of me a pool of sperm under me is made bigger. 

A warm, soft cloth between my legs wakes me on the floor sometime the next day. I look up to see Asia and Russia tending my abused body. Warm, healing oils are gently massaged into each welt as Asia caresses my face, the only place that is free from abuse. I hear a plane taking off and wonder why anybody would leave Master's party.

"The people who did this to you are leaving. Do you hear? Master has kept their slaves and is talking with the owners' guild to revoke their memberships even now. There is a limit, even for slaves in our master's world. "Right, he can turn girls into cats and men into dogs and he has limits!" my loud voice shouts.

"The freedom of the party allowed those owners to go too far," my quiet voice says.

While I am being attended to by my girls Dimples is led in to take my place on the chain to the bed. She is not happy; she has a chastity belt locked to her waist and knows that all she can do is suck and lick the guests, if they want her. "You can't do this to me!" she yells. "I let you capture me, I want to be a slave, and I need to be fucked." Her tits sway and bounce as she is made to kneel amongst fancies. The slave is so fat she has to lean back until her head is on the wall to show her steel covered hairy cunt to the owners that are up early to view the slaves waiting for them and show it she does, hoping to be bought right there and fucked.

There are a few missing, though, most notably the legless slave girl. I find her on a pallet in my cell when my girls take me there. Bandages are on her face and Cook is tending to her other wounds. "You heard the plane?" he asks. I nod yes. "Master has rules," Cook tells me, "And the parties are fun for the owners and even for the slaves," he says with a sly wink. "Last night was too much, a slave died and you, you are excused for the week while you and this slave heal under the care of your tending slaves.

The slave is a mess with blood everywhere. The bandages on her face hide what I am afraid to see. I can't take anymore and sleep where I am on the floor.

Hours later I wake to hear the slave next to me yelling that she can't see so I crawl next to her on the bed to nuzzle her and calm her. She doesn't understand until Asia rushes in the room to explain to her why she is bound and who I am.

The slave calms when she hears her mistress is banished and Master owns her now. Being the proper slave I am; I am the first of Master's slaves to welcome Body with my tongue. What else can I call this slave? How else can I please her? A fancy of a crazy owner who deserved more than Master gave for her abuse of helpless slaves. 

As the slave and I heal through the week we hear the wild antics of true and happy owners as they enjoy themselves and their property. I try to tell myself that I don't mind missing the fun but the welts and bruises on me and Body are too much. It was fun for a while.

My girls have two slaves to tend with now, one fancy can't walk without high heels and the other just can't walk; she has no legs and has been taught to lay and wait for a master to use her slave cunt. We teach her more; we have her move about the slave cell I am in using her arms as crutches. "She leaves her slave scent like a snail," my loud voice says as we watch Body learn how to get around the room. "Shut the fuck up!" I answer almost out loud and lose my tongue before I remember to stay quiet.

Nights with four girls in my slave cell become wonderful with sounds and shouts of joy all night long.

Master and Son soon learn the pleasures of myself and Body along with Tattoo and even my girls Asia and Russia in their own rooms making all of our lives happy. 

Now, when Master wants me, I have to wait until Body arrives so we can both lick and suck his cock and take his hardness in us as he wants. Master has Body inch on top of me so my legs cradle her as he takes her from behind while she sucks my slave nipples. 

One morning I am at Master's feet with his cock in my mouth when he tells me I am to be lent to a mistress that wants me for a week long stay on her country estate in England. I knew this would happen eventually but when it really does I am surprised. Master sees this and tells me I am his to give and that I am not for sale.

"Now is your chance to escape!" my quiet voice yells.

In the end it's not to be, the mistress comes for me in her private jet and has her male slave lock a heavy chain to my gold collar to lead me away. I am in a cage for the entire flight and the long drive to her estate where I am let out into a huge cage filled with other slaves. Owners walk around outside the cage talking amongst themselves. I hear them betting on us and because of my high heels I hear my odds are very low. 

The male slaves will be pitted against themselves singly, I learn, while the females are to be raced in pairs. "Raced?" my loud voice asks. 

The back of the cage is a large barn with a barred door into it. When it opens we are all ordered inside and herded by masters with real cattle prods into horse stalls. The few males are pushed into the stalls on one side while the females are locked into stalls on the other. When the bars slam shut locking me in I look around to see nothing but straw in the floor and one thin blanket. Soon after I kneel on the blanket a bowl of water and a plate of some sort of gruel are pushed in through a small hole in the door. I am both starving and very thirsty but with my hands bound behind me all I can do is bury my face in the gruel to eat it as best I can. Occasionally I drink the water; muddying it with the gruel that washes off my face as I try to drink. Later, when the lights dim, I have to pee so I go to a corner to squat to piss in the straw only to be watched by a master as I soil the floor. He smiles at me as I rub my cunt on cleaner straw to get some of the piss off of myself. Now all I can do is lie on the blanket and try to sleep wondering what fate Master has sent me to.

The next morning the barn smells of slave piss and worse when I wake to the sounds of other slaves feeding and watering us. Not caring I plunge my face into the feed to lick the plate clean then into the bowl of water to drink. When I am done I look up to see a male slave kneeling in his stall across from me holding his plate in one hand while he drinks from a bowl in his other. I am beyond ever feeling degrade again as I kneel with my legs spread wide and my back straight showing the male my slave cunt and tits as gruel dries on my face. His slave penis slowly comes erect as he stares at me. He has been trained well; his hands never touch his throbbing hardness even though they do stray close at times. I am just as well trained because I can't turn away from the bars that hold me in so a master can see all of if one happens to walk by. 

Masters and mistresses wearing black coats, tight, red riding pants and tall leather boots are coming into the barn to begin taking the males out. There is the clanging of barred gates being opened and barking of orders. The male across from me is ordered to stand close to the gate so a leash can be locked to his collar. When he does his erect penis sticks out into the hallway only to be slapped hard by a riding crop before being told to turn around to have his hands bound behind him. Only then is the stall door opened so he can be led away to my right followed by other males each being led by a master or mistress.

Females soon are led past me all heading to the left but always bound in pairs. When a mistress leashes me she leads me to another stall where she locks my leash to a ring while she waits for the female slave in the stall as heels as tall mine are put on before she is bound and leashed too. We are then led out as a pair into the early morning sun with my female partner trying and failing to match my grace in her new heels.

Other slaves are ahead of us all locked to a long wood rail in pairs as their handlers attend to them with rough towels and steel pronged brushes for their hair. We are taken across the paddock to a wall with a row of rings at neck height in it. When we are leashed to a pair of them our mistress has a slave hose us down with cold water. 

"I won't have my pony girls looking like pigs," mistress tells us as she directs where the hose is needed most; on my face and between our legs to clean our slave cunts.

"Pony girls?" my quiet voice asks.

My loud voice is silent again because I know what is happening to the slaves now; we are all going to be turned into slave ponies for the owners' amusement here. I have heard my girls talk about these owners who like to act out this weird fantasy.

When my paired slave that I decide to call filly and I are thoroughly wet a harsh brush and harsher soap are used to scrub us clean then we are hosed again. Mistress leads the two shivering slaves that we are to the hitching rail to let us dry in the sun while she has a brush brought to her so she can attend to Filly's hair as mine is always in braids.

I have time now to watch the owners as they come to get their slave pairs at the rail. The leashes are still being used but now the pairs are made to walk in front of the masters with the riding crops being used to direct them into another barn. Any noises other than horse sounds are quickly punished. Filly has already learned to neigh her discomfort as the knots in her hair are brushed out. A crop across her ass each time she forgets has taught her quickly. The whole time mistress is having her slave prepare us she is giving us instructions on how to behave as Pony Girls. When it is finally her turn to take her charges into the barn sharp snaps at the backs of our legs and asses with her crop have us prancing like she wants.

Inside is a flurry of activity with slaves running everywhere at their owner's orders as pony girls stand still or stomp their feet like they have been taught while the owner put harnesses on them.

We are directed by many sharp hits with the riding crop to a stall with a curious little cart in it. Tall wheels hold a fragile, light seat that will fit two owners between them and a pair of long wood shafts go out in front of it with straps of thick red leather covered in silver studs hanging from them. I am made to stand between the shafts while my leash is attached to a chain hanging from the roof. Filly is taken somewhere behind me. Across from me is another stall with a cart and two pony girls being fitted in harnesses by a master and a host of slaves. The cart is different with three shafts so the slaves can be beside each other when they pull the cart. "Quit wondering and let these owners do what they will with you," my loud voice says something at last.

Mistress sends for my headdress and bit first then tells her slaves to prepare Filly as ordered while she tends to her Fancy pony girl herself. "Filly and you aren't a pair," my quiet voice says. "That's why you are alone between the shafts," the loud voice answers.

Slaves bring an elaborate leather head harness made of bright red leather with silver rings and studs on it. When it is put on me there is a bit in my mouth and blinders so I can only see ahead. My hair is pulled through a hole in the top and buckles are pulled tight securing the harness tightly on me. Reins are draped over a bar in font of me with mistress telling me the rules of pony reins as she takes the leash off me. I understand when mistress tells me that when the reins are dropped I am to stand as still as a pony can or be whipped and sent home to Master in disgrace to be punished by him as well. All I can see now are the pony girls across from me as the master adds the final touches to his team. 

Slaves fit a body harness on me with hard leather cups the hold my tits out and up so my tits shake in them like bowls of jelly. Others strap leather to my arms and still more slaves strap heavy leather shin guards on me. When the tall red plumes of feathers are mounted on my head and more sway behind me from a huge butt plug I am made to kneel between the shafts so I can be strapped to the cart. Filly is brought up beside me then and I know why there so much whinnying and neighing in the back of the stall now. She is strapped in a red leather corset so tight her slave tits are gone and her waist is thinner than mine. She has smaller plumes on her head and out her slave ass and her bit is encased in a full head harness with only slits for her to see out of. I am going to pull this cart and mistress alone while filly trots beside me. Her long reins go back to the cart behind us. 

The last thing brought to mistress is a cruel looking buggy whip while I wait for my first orders as a pony girl. Loud neighs from across draw my gaze to see the master there having huge, high heeled shoes that look like horses feet put on his team of ponies. "Think mistress has a plan with you?" the quiet voice asks. 

Mistress has me stand pulling up the shafts after she has taken her seat in the cart and taps me smartly with the whip. It feels strange with my hands strapped and holding the cart shafts. I wonder if any of the slaves can catch me in my heels light with those clumsy horse shoes on. The clomping they make sounds horsy enough but these slaves probably spend as much time being fucked on their backs as I do and I know Master and mistress have brought me here to win something that means nothing to me. 

The master in the cart across from me cracks his whip and shakes the reins to urge his pony girls to pull his cart out and down the center aisle. He pulls on the reins to turn their heads so they go where he wants. The slaves are clumsy at first but soon the stomp of their feet are together after a few loud whip cracks. Mistress has me wait while other drivers are taken by us in their carts with fanciful pony girls doing their best in the bright harnesses and shoes they wear.

When it is my turn a sharp whip on my ass and another on Filly has us moving out with Filly holding onto the shaft on my right. The reins pull my head and I turn to trot where mistress wants. A flick on my calves has my knees pumping higher as we roll out into the sun. a whinny from Filly tells me is trying hard. I can only see where mistress points so when we stop I am surprised at all the carts when I am bid to kneel and I have a chance to look around me.

The males are across from us again in the hot sun and they all have erections that can only be from some pill they have been given. They all look so strong and handsome with bright harnesses on their oiled bodies. "Won't the erections hurt when they race?" quiet voice asks. "I should think so with those tight slave rings wrapped around them," loud voice chuckles.




Slave Ch. 06



When I try to see the other female slaves on both sides of me mistress who is standing beside me pulls on the reins to make me stare straight ahead. "If I win this race I won't cane you for letting your attention stray," mistress tells me as a quick slash of the riding crop has me kneel up straighter.

The sun is brutally hot on my back as I kneel in the leather harness, I can only imagine how hot Filly must be in hood and full corset. An announcer calls for the first male pony slave race with masters and mistresses taking their seats in the carts before me to urge pony slaves males to their feet and to the starting line. The owners near me start talking excitedly about the races and the fate of the losing pony slaves and the fun the winning owners will have using them at the gala party after. I wonder what the winning slaves will get other than what always happens to us at parties which will probably be little different than the losers.

The sound of heavy steel clad feet pounding the soft earth of the race course reach my ears after the starting pistol is fired. I can't watch but the owner's shouts and the whip cracks tell me what is happening. The owners around me laugh at a male pony slave whose huge erection is slowing him down with the mistress in the cart he is pulling whipping his back into red welts trying to have him put more effort into his running.

The race is to be four times around the huge uneven field we are in. After the first lap some males are tiring already while others run on with buggy whips making sure they try their best. Each time the males thunder past in their high heeled horse shoes as they pull the carts and the masters with their smiles and buggy whips I can see the sweat pouring off them. Erect cocks sway madly and balls slap naked thighs. Whips crack on naked asses and owners laugh as the slaves try to win to lessen their pain. The finish line is in my limited view so I get to see the winning cart with a blue harnessed slave staggering as he pulls the owner across. The reins are pulled back cruelly to slow and stop the slave then are thrown to the ground so the cart driver can accept his reward for winning while his slave kneels and pants in the dirt. Sweat pour down his chest in rivers leaving long streaks in the dust on him.

Now it is my turn to race; the mistress of the cart I am strapped to has been drawn for the first female pony slave race. The shafts strapped to my hands shift as mistress takes her seat in the cart and I sense her taking the whip out of its holder. A loud crack over my head and the order "Up Epona!" has Filly and I standing as the reins snap at my shoulders. "Who or what is Epona?" my quiet voice asks. "You are, slave."

A loud giddy up and a smart snap of the whip on my back has me pulling the cart out of line and to the left when the reins pull my head that way. Ahead are three other carts with pairs of pony slaves pulling them to the stating line. Once there we are made to kneel while a debate about my heels is argued between the cart drivers. While the owners carry on I can see the line of carts from the male's race ahead of me. The pony slave that pulled the winning master is free from his cart and being led to behind the runner up by his reins by a handler slave to kneel behind him and get his reward by fucking the slave's ass. I wonder about what will happen with the female pony slaves after our race.

When it is proven that the heels I wear are locked on and Master didn't send a key and they are much taller than the high horse shoes the other pony slaves have to wear the mistress of the cart I am strapped to can compete. The cart shake as mistress takes her seat again. I feel Filly's hand on mine giving me a squeeze. I squeeze back giving her a nudge and more forward. Her answering move lets me know she will try to help pull even if just one hand. Fuck the whip and the mistress behind me; I want to win for myself and Master. He set this up but I want to win and I don't care what the rest of the week has in store for this slave.

The bit in my mouth is pulled back enough to pain me and the whip touches my kneeling ass to make me stand ready for the starter's gun. "Hey, how come filly never gets whipped?" my loud voice whines.

I am silent as I lean on the shafts with a leg up waiting for the gun. Filly's hand moves to hold the shaft as well. The cart shift as mistress moves to balance it to ease her pony. I know the whip is high in her hand and ready; so am I. All I see now is what mistress wants me to see because she will know where the other carts are and what to do. We all want to win. Mistress for her own reasons and her two pony slaves for others. I just want Master to be proud of me; he set this up and I want him to be right. Mistress leans a little forward now to put some weight on my arms for when we start off. We are a team now; two slaves and a mistress wanting the same thing if only for a while. Filly is ready beside me and the cart vibrates as mistress shakes her whip ready to urge her pony slave on. 

The gun goes off and I feel the whip all in the same moment. I pull out and run with all my heart not even feeling the lashes on my back. My clit ring sounds out shrilly as I run. Filly helps as best she can but this is my race. A sharp pull on the left rein has me miss being hit by a cart trying to pass on the right as we thunder into the first turn. My running feet are silent and light compared to the hooves around me. Mistress has found the carts balance as we hurry down the back stretch. Her reins snap at my shoulders as she urges me to an even faster pace. The blinders can't hide the pony slaves of another cart laboring to pass us as I find more strength and Filly pulls with me; panting her distress in her outlandish leathers. Whips can be heard all around as we pull and run with mistress moving in the cart to help my loping gait. We pass the starting line with no one in front of us. I feel great but almost lose it when I see the winning male still fucking the losers. 

Mistress notices and gives me a well deserve crack from her whip. A team passes us! Reins snap at me and the whip urges not only me but Filly as well. We are in an up hill part in the far back when one pony in front of us stumbles bringing the other down with her and sending the master in the cart over them to fall in the dirt with the cart on top of them all. Mistress lets out a laugh of sheer glee as she whips me lightly to urge me on. We pass the finish line again with mistress slowing me with the reins, wisely saving my strength until needed. We are still in front and winning. I hear the horse clomps and whip of another cart behind us even as I am whipped up to speed again. The reins pull at the bit in my mouth as mistress has me move from side to side to stop the other cart from passing us. The feathers in my ass that stood out so proud earlier are wet strings on the back of my legs as I strive to keep ahead not even feeling the whip as my back and ass get more welts. It is the reins, now, that will let us win as mistress guides me; we both know the whip is for show and to help Filly keep up. I know now why Master had me run the beach so often these last months. 

When we cross the finish line to win mistress reins me in and turns me to watch as the only other cart still racing crosses after. At her word Filly and I kneel so mistress can jump out exhalant at her win. She is praised for her skill while her ponies kneel absolutely exhausted in the dirt.

A groom slave takes our reins to lead us off the course so the next race can begin. He walks us slowly so we can catch our breath then releases us from the cart and takes off our harnesses so he can hose us down with cold water. I wonder what my reward for winning is going to be; the male got his prize even though he can't cum from the drugs in him.

I soon find my reward when mistress finds me to feel my clean body and touch me as she has me led to the cart I pulled to be strapped into the seat with my legs wide and tied to the shafts I held in my hands not too long ago. I am in front of all the owners with the losing pony slaves lined up before me with instructions for each pony to lick me until I cum. Behind me there is another race and other ponies running to win. My screams of joy are drowned by the shouts of owners as the next race begins.

That night at the rewards banquet mistress is told she has the speed record for female pony slave racing. I am kneeling by her side with Filly beside us as she accepts the bouquet of flowers. She pats my head and tells me Master has heard about her win. That night a male pony is brought to my stall and we are allowed to breed as long as he lasts and long after that when I show how I can use my special tongue and urge him to use his.

After a week of being treated as a pony I find myself in a cage being taken back to Master all alone in a private jet. The floor of the cage is straw and there is one thin blanket for me. When we land I am led off the plane and leashed to a post alone in the hot sun on the runway as the plane flies away. Minutes later a car pulls up to let Asia and Russia out to run to me and take me home to Master.

It excites me to see Bulldog and the Jaguars on the steps of the mansion waiting for me as I am let out of the car to be leashed by my clit ring and led inside with a small tail wagging in front of me. I am led to Son's room to be chained to his bed and wait for him. When he comes in hours later he takes his own clothes off like he is wont to do and crawl between my spread legs to enter me and fuck me and have me as his again. I feel the thick head of his cock as he pushes in and slowly pulls out the first time then he grabs my hips to pull me off the bed and onto his shaft as he pushed forward to take all of me. My arms are bound above my head chained to the bed and I yearn to hold the handsome black man above me as his cock takes my slave cunt until he spends his seed in me as we both orgasm. It's good to be home and Master will greet me with his cock soon, I know.

The next morning after my girls feed and clean me I am led out to sun by the pool. I have so much gold and chains on me that I would drown in the deep end so a chain keeps me near the shallow waters and my lounger. I have been told to keep my cunt and slave body tanned so I lie with my legs spread as wide as they will go hoping to tan even the pink inside of me. When I get too hot I drag the chain so I can step down into the cool water to twirl in the pool and feel the weight of my slave tits disappear if only for moment. The third time I venture in the pool a loud splash at the other end startles me. When I look I see Master swimming up from the depths to surface by me so can take me in his arms and lift me onto the side of the pool. I spread my legs wide and lean back on my bound arms as his hands feel all of me. His strong thighs spread me even wider as he puts his cock into me to take his fancy and fuck me while Son takes Tattoo behind us on the patio. I grunt my delight with each deep thrust as master slides his cock into the cunt he owns. Behind Tattoo does the same as her son fucks her and we both yell out our joy when we cum on the cocks in us and feel our Masters cum in us. Later, when we are left alone, Tattoo and I cuddle in the sun and taste the sweet seed in our cunts. It's so good to be home. "You didn't try to escape while you were gone," quiet voice says. "She had no chance and she's happy now," my loud voice says quietly as I fall asleep in Tattoo's arms; a slave waiting for Masters to have me when they want.

Much later Cook wakes us to have two dog slaves leash us to lead us to his rooms and my life as a slave goes on with him taking Tattoo and then me while I lick his sperm from her this wonderful first day home.



Slave Ch. 07



Note: As stated in previous chapters, this is a story about a bisexual submissive man, exploring all his (and mine) kinky fantasies. There are elements of truth in this story, and elements that are things I hope to explore in the future. There is therefore bisexual sex, as well as piss play and much more. If this is your cup of tea, read on! If not, no big. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. 

On with the kink... 

***** 

I woke up Tuesday morning to the sound of my phone ringing. I blindly felt around the nightstand until I felt my cell, then groggily answered. "Yeah?" 

"That's yeah, Mistress, to you slave." 

I woke up a bit more. "Sorry, Mistress. You woke me up." 

"Jesus, it's almost eleven in the morning! Have been asleep since yesterday?" 

"Since we got back from Tracy's, I think." As my brain started firing on all eight cylinders, I realized I needed to pee. Bad. "Hang on a minute, Mistress, I need to go pee." 

"Too bad. You should've answered the first time I called, now you're just gonna have to hold it. You're about to have company. Put on a skirt and go answer the door. Just the skirt, nothing else. Do what they tell you. If you don't make them happy, you will be punished." She hung up before I could ask anything else. 

I lay there for a few seconds, trying to wrap my head around it, when someone started pounding on my back door. "Shit!" I rolled out of bed, grabbed the first skirt I saw, and ran for the door. The denim of the cut-off skirt rubbed against my painful piss-hardon, feeling both pleasant and unpleasant at the same time. 

I yanked the door open. There stood Louis, fist raised to knock again. There was a pudgy white guy standing behind him. "Morning bitch! Took ya long enough to answer the damn door. Get on your fuckin' knees." He was pulling his ten incher out right there on my back porch. 

Remembering Mistress Kay's instructions, I dropped to my knees. Laughing, he looked over his shoulder. "See Todd? I toldja this faggot was ready and willin'." He looked down at me. "Open up, bitch." 

I did, and he started pissing. "Ahhhhh, that's it. Drink up, slut. My back teeth were floatin'." I was gulping the rank urine down as fast as I could, but the overflow was running down my chest, soaking the front of my skirt. 

Louis stuck his cock in my mouth to finish, then grabbed my head and started face-fucking me with his rapidly hardening dick. "Kay said your faggot asshole was off limits today, but your mouth is open for business. So suck it down, bitch!" He was burying himself in my throat. "Yeah, gag on it faggot!" 

I was. I was also insanely turned on. Barely awake and I was being used as a urinal and a fuck hole on my back porch. The sensible part of my brain was glad I had a privacy fence. The cock-slut part of my brain wished we had more of an audience than just Todd. Louis was enjoying the gagging sounds I was making, drool running down my chin. 

Louis buried all ten inches down my gullet and fired off a huge load. I swallowed frantically, trying to keep up. When he finished, he pulled out and smeared the head of his dripping dong across my face. He turned around and dropped his pants. "Clean it, faggot!" 

Speading his cheeks, I shoved my tongue as far up his nasty, sweaty ass as I could. And it was nasty. He and Todd worked for the phone company, and had been out in the hot sun working up a sweat all morning. 

I've stated before that I'm not into scat. I guess I should say that I am to some extent, but I do have my limits. 

I will admit to the thrill of eating out an asshole that isn't clean. The funk of a man or woman that's been working, sweating, that's been to the bathroom several times, that has become a huge turn on. Cleaning my ass juice off a cock or dildo fresh out of my ass, sometimes with something more substantial on it from deep inside. 

It's kinky as fuck, and yes, it's a major turn on. So yeah, I guess I'm not a hundred percent anti-scat. 

So I lapped up that dirty, nasty black ass hungrily, my aching piss hardon becoming even more rigid. 

Louis finally straightened up. "Not bad, bitch. I needed that." He gestured to Todd to come over. "Next!" 

I looked at Todd as he walked over to me. He had his pants, underwear and boots off. He was stroking his dick, it was about eight inches, but fat. It looked like a Coke can sticking out from his crotch, thick and red. "I gotta piss too, but you're gonna have to take care of this first." 

He rammed his cock into my mouth. Damn near broke my jaw trying to accommodate that thing. He started skull-fucking me, obscenities flowing from him as he called me every name in the book. 

"Suck my dick! Yeah! Suck that cock! Take it all you little fuckin' slut!" 

I was gagging. This guy wasn't much on personal hygiene, and his penis tasted awful. And frankly, he stank. 

Even his cum tasted terrible. "Ahh, yeah you little goddamn faggot, swallow it all! Suck it down you fuckin' little bitch!" 

But as he unloaded his even worse tasting piss down my throat, the cum-slut in me was in heaven. I was stroking my aching cock and I came. Hard. 

Bad as he stank, I didn't hesitate when he jammed my face in between his fat butt cheeks. I ate out that raunchy ass, and I got off on it. Part of my mind couldn't help but wonder how I had sunken so low, how I could let myself be used like this.  

As he farted right in my face and I fell back gagging and coughing, I knew I didn't care. I wanted more. 

"Goddamn, you weren't shittin', Lou. This lil' queer is up for anything." Todd was pulling his pants back on. 

"I know, right?" Louis noticed my hard as a rock seven inches poking out from beneath my skirt. "Damn, bitch, you just shot your load and you're still hard. Eating ass turn you on that much?" 

"No. Well, yeah, but I just woke up before you got here, and I haven't had a chance to pee yet." 

They shot each other looks. They grinned. Evil grins. Before I could move, they had grabbed me by the ankles and lifted me up, leaving me hanging there between them, my hair brushing the porch floor. 

"Start pissing, bitch. And keep that mouth open." Louis grabbed my dick and aimed the stream at my mouth as I hung there upside down. It was a huge relief to go, but I was having trouble breathing with piss running out of my mouth and into my nose. 

I wound up soaked. When they finally left me, I laid there on the porch for a good while, not caring that I was lying in a puddle of urine. Eventually, I managed to force myself up. I staggered over to the hose and rinsed myself off, the cold water making me shiver. 

Once I felt like I could get through the house without leaving a trail of urine, I made my way into the shower and soaked until the water turned cold. I got out, dried off, threw on some shorts and a tee-shirt, then made myself some lunch. I hadn't eaten anything but cum or piss in almost two days, so I was ravenous. Cum and piss, tasty, but not overly nutritious. On the plus side, I'd shed eight pounds over the long, strenuous, kinky as fuck sextravaganza of a weekend. 

Amazing how good a turkey, bologna and salami sandwich tastes when you're friggin' starving. 

Halfway through my third sandwich, Mistress Kay showed up. "Good afternoon, slave. I received a very good report from our friend Louis." 

"Good afternoon, Mistress. Glad to hear it." I offered her a sandwich, which she wolfed down once she grabbed a diet Coke. "Just out of curiosity, why did he say my ass was off limits?" 

She snorted. "After what we shoved in there over the weekend, I wanted to give you time to heal up a bit. You telling me you aren't still sore?" 

"Not really. I'm not going to say that getting fucked might not hurt, but right now I feel fine." 

She looked a bit surprised. "Really? I figured you'd still be hurting. That's why I decided to give you yesterday and today off. At least from the butt fucking." 

I shrugged, munching on a potato chip. She got a thoughtful look. "Hmm. You clean?" 

"Yes, Mistress." I had given myself an enema out of habit. A good anal slut is always clean for his Mistress. 

She grinned. "Finish your lunch, then come join me in the bedroom." She got up and headed for the bedroom, shucking clothes as she went. 

I smiled to myself, then wolfed down the rest of my lunch. By the time I reached the bedroom, she had the Holmes strapon on and was standing by the bed with a bottle of fuckwater in her hand. 

"Strip! On the bed, face down ass up!" 

I quickly complied, grinning like an idiot. This was the one thing that had been missing from the morning's debauchery, a good hard butt-fucking. Mistress quickly lubed my asshole, then tossed the bottle aside and straddled my ass. "Here it cums, bitch!" 

She rammed all twelve inches balls deep in one thrust. 

She started slam-fucking that wonderful toy into my shit-chute. 

I was instantly blissed out. "Oh. God. Damn! YES!" 

She was hammering straight down into my boi-cunt, putting all of her weight into each thrust. It felt like she was butt-fucking me with her whole body. 

And there was no pain. Only pleasure. I think something got switched on during that long weekend, something that made getting butt-fucked nothing but raw, wonderful pleasure. Ever since, even when it does hurt, it still brings pleasure. I've had countless orgasms just from being butt-fucked. 

I had become a true anal whore. 

"Stay like that. And don't you dare cum without my permission!" She pulled out and dropped to her knees. I felt some more lube being poured into my gaping ass. 

She buried her arm up my ass nearly to her shoulder and proceeded to run the whole length in and out of my gaping rectum. She was beating my ass with her other hand, stopping occasionally to rake my back with her fingernails. 

I was screaming with pleasure. "God, yes! Fuck that ass! Fuck that ass! YES! FIST THAT ASS! FIST MY FAGGOT ASS!" 

I could feel her curling her fingers into a fist deep inside me, literally punching far up inside my guts. She was punching so hard I was steadily being driven forward on the bed, finally slamming my head repeatedly into the headboard. It was painful. I loved it. 

"YES! GODDAMN, YES, FUCK MY ASS! PUNCH-FUCK YOUR SLAVE'S WORTHLESS SLUTTY ASS! YESYESYESYESDAMM... ITFUCKYEEESSSSSSSSS!" 

I could hear her panting, could feel the sweat dripping off her, could feel that marvelous deep inside ache of bliss as she pounded my ass into next week. 

"Are you close, slave?" 

"Oh God Yes, Mistress! Please! I need to cum!" 

She buried her arm in my bowels. "Roll over!" 

Somehow, I managed to roll over onto my back with that arm still lodged all the way up my backside. "Jerk off, bitch. I wanna see my little sissy-boi cum all over himself." 

I immediately started masturbating. It didn't take long, the state I was in. When I came, I actually shot cum up past my head, some of the jets landing on my face and in my slack mouth, the rest spraying my chest. 

When I finished, I collapsed. I couldn't have moved if Godzilla had come stomping through my house. Mistress gave a few final pushes up my ass, then sloooooooowly pulled her arm out. She laid there for a minute, gazing at my gaping asshole, then made her way up my body, licking my cum up as she went. 

She slurped the cum off my face, then kissed me, feeding what she hadn't swallowed to me. Lying down beside me, she absently reached down and played with my ass. "And how did that feel, slave?" 

"Amazing, Mistress." 

"No pain?" 

"No. Well, yes, but..." 

"But what?" 

"It was a good pain. It's... I don't know how to explain it. Like an orgasmic ache." She quirked an eyebrow at that. 

I managed to roll over to face her. "Yes, there is pain. You can't jam something that big that deep into somebody's bowels and not have it hurt. But for whatever reason, for me, it's something I crave. That pain turns to pleasure. The more it hurts, the better it feels." 

"You're a rare one. I've known a few people like you. I'm lucky I found you and made you my slave." She slid her hand back inside my ass, lazily moving it around. 

"Oh, the fun we're going to have..." 

To be continued...



Slave Ch. 08



Note: Story following the adventures of a bisexual submissive man. Some elements are based on my own personal experiences, some are purely fantasy. Yes, I love cock in my ass. Yes, I am slave to a Mistress who fucks my ass beautifully. Yes, a great many things that I write about we've either done or intend to do. There is bisexual sex, group sex, crossdressing, piss play and non-consensual sex. I put this story in the fetish section because it fits numerous categories, and fetish seems to cover them all. If this is your bag, please read and comment. If not, please move on.

Slave's story continues...

*****

"What were you and Janine talking about?"

Mistress looked up from her laptop distractedly. "Sorry, what?"

"Sunday night, when we dropped her off. You said something about figuring out when. Figuring what out when?"

She set her laptop aside. "Yeah... that. Ummmm, I actually need to ask you a favor."

That surprised me a bit. "A favor? You know I'll follow your orders, Mistress."

"I know. I do. It's just... Okay, there were certain boundaries that we agreed on when we started this thing, right?" I nodded. "Here lately, we've been pushing those boundaries pretty damn hard. Hell, we've shattered a bunch of 'em."

"True. But I've loved every damn second of it. You have no idea how many fantasies we've knocked off my list the last few weeks."

"Good! Honestly, I thought we might've gone too far with those huge dildos."

"Those did scare the crap outta me when I first saw them. But I think those were exactly what I needed. They opened something up in me. Figuratively and literally."

She chuckled at that. "I noticed. And yesterday was kind of an experiment. I wasn't sure how you'd react to me sending those guys over the way I did."

"I'd been expecting something like that since the gangbang with Jamal and his buddies. As long as you give me a heads up, I really don't have a problem with it. I totally got off on it. Not a bad way to start the day."

She smirked. "I shall keep that in mind. But, as to the favor, Janine asked if she and Jamal could 'borrow' you for a night." I started to say something, but she held up her hand. "Wait, let me finish. You know she's Jamal's older sister, right?"

I nodded. "Well, their family is a little, um, different than most."

"How so?"

"Basically, from the age of eighteen on, they all fuck each other. They're all bi, and they're all big with the incest. The whole family. Even the grandparents. Apparently it's a 'family tradition' going back five generations." She waited, watching my face.

"Hunh. That's... different..."

"Yeah. That's why she and Jamal live together. They can fuck all they want without having to travel. And they like to fuck a LOT."

"I noticed." Boy, did I notice!

"Yeah, I'll bet you did. Anyway, she's 22, he's 20, and their little brother Jack just turned 18 a couple of months ago. He got initiated into the family fun the night of his birthday."

"Okay. What's any of this got to do with me?"

"Well, she wants to borrow you to, as she put it, 'show her little bro how to properly fuck a little white bitch'. She thinks you're perfect for the job."

I had to smile at being called a 'little white bitch'. "Could be interesting. I've certainly had fun with her and Jamal."

She nodded, but pulled a face. "Yeah, but Janine has a reputation for being fairly... extreme. When she whips, she actually uses a whip. That's one reason she and Tracy get along so well. They're into pain. You go there, you're gonna get USED. And you know she's into scat play. She'll respect the safe word, but I guarantee she'll push it as far as she can."

"When is she wanting to do this?" 

"Anytime in the next five weeks, first week of August at the outside. Jack'll be heading off to college, she wants to get it done before then."

I sat there and pondered for a bit. I knew damn well that there would be some stuff going on that I'm not really into. I love eating out a dirty asshole, but the level of scat play Janine liked was well beyond anything I'd done. And I also knew I'd leave there hurting. I had expanded my horizons quite a bit of late, but this might just be too much.

But then again...

That little sissy-slut cock-whore voice in the back of my skull knew that this was just exactly the type of degradation and depravity I had come to crave.

As usual, my ass won out over common sense. "Okay. I'm in."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mistress. I know this will push me, maybe too far, but I have to know. I have to try, just to satisfy my curiosity. Might I suggest the Saturday after next? I have another three day weekend, that'll give me an extra day to recover."

She grinned, pulling out her phone. "Good idea, slave."

She texted Janine. 'He's in. Saturday after next work?'

Within five minutes, Janine replied. 'Abso-fuckin-lutely. Have your bitch here at noon. I'll send more instructions later. Thanks Kay!'

'Done. Later ;)'

She looked at me. "Done deal. No backing out now."

"I won't let you down, Mistress."

"I know, slave. And I'll want all the gory details. Now, what are you doing tomorrow night?" She had a sly look on her face.

I shrugged. "Don't have any plans. I thought you had to work."

"I do. But you're not the only one with fantasies..." She proceeded to tell me what she had in mind. It gave me pause, but after a few minutes thinking it over I realized I really wanted to try it. We spent the rest of the night fucking like rabbits. 

The next night, I stood in front of the full length mirror. A stranger stared back out at me. Mistress had supplied me with new clothes, a new wig, make-up, and even a bra with falsies in it. The wig had long, curly auburn hair. It framed my lightly made up face perfectly. I was wearing a simple white and purple sundress that ended just above my knees, over black silk stockinged legs and simple black two inch pumps. The black lace bra and panties matched, and the 38c falsies looked and felt incredibly real. I was wearing a choker necklace that hid my Adam's Apple, which isn't that prominent anyway. There were even some clip-on faux diamond earrings to complete the transformation.

It wasn't just a stranger looking back at me. It was a beautiful woman. 

I found myself thinking about breast implants again.

Shaking myself back to Earth, I took out my cell phone and snapped a picture, then sent it to Mistress Kay. A few minutes later, I got a reply. 'Perfect! Come when we planned!'

Whoa. I was really gonna do this. Looking at the clock, I saw I had about thirty minutes to get across town to the hospital. I was supposed to get there just before her lunch break at 11pm.

I was going to drive across town and walk into a very public place. 

In drag. 

Hoooo boy...

I made it there with ten minutes to spare. I took the elevator up to the third floor, then walked over to the nurses station. I couldn't help but smile as I received several appreciative looks from some of the male nurses as I intentionally swayed my hips as I sauntered past.

This would be a real test. The nurse sitting at the desk was Alice, a nice older gal that I had met several times. "Excuse me, I was looking for Kay Bolton? I'm an old friend of hers from school." I had spent most of the ride over practicing my girlie voice. It's actually not bad.

Alice looked up and smiled. "She should be here in a minute. Miss...?"

Wow. It worked. "Jane. Jane Porter." Yes, I picked a name out of Tarzan.

"Pleased to meet you. Oh, here's Kay now." Kay was coming down the hall accompanied by two male nurses. I waved.

"Jane! What are you doing in town?" She wrapped me up in a hug.

"Family business. Joe told me you were working tonight, so I thought I'd try to catch you."

"We were just going on our lunch break. Care to join us?"

"Lunch? At eleven o'clock at night? Doesn't that screw up your internal clock or something?" We headed toward the elevator.

"Oh, honey, you have no idea. Oh, this is Bob and Javier." I shook hands with the two men. Javier was obviously of Latin descent, early to mid-thirties I guessed, tall and good looking. Bob looked like the stereotypical quarterback, tall, white and muscular, maybe in his late twenties.

As we stepped into the elevator, Kay pushed the up button. I looked at her. I knew where we were going, but her two friends thought we were heading to the cafeteria, which was down on the ground floor.

Or so I thought.

"Don't do anything in here, there are cameras. Bob and Javy are cumming with us." I glanced at them. They were ogling me with hungry eyes.

Looking back up at the floor indicator, I smiled. "Cool." This was going to be an interesting night.

We got off on the sixth floor, which was under construction. The contactors had left for the night, which left the floor abandoned. Most of the employees had learned to take advantage of the quiet space.

Mistress Kay took my hand and led me to a room at the end of the hall. It had an old bed in it, covered in fresh linens. We went in and Javier closed and locked the door behind him. Mistress stood me in front of the window so I was backlit by the lights in the parking lot. "Lose the dress, bitch."

"Yes, Mistress." As I unzipped the dress and let it fall around my ankles, she and the men were rapidly shucking their scrubs. Mistress had the Purple Emperor strapon on under hers. She had kept it hidden under her baggy scrubs by simply turning it inside out and putting in her pussy.

After several hours of non-stop stimulation, she was dripping wet by this point. "We have less than an hour, boys, so let's make it count. Fag-boi, lose the panties and get over here." She was lying down on the bed, waving her purple cock at me enticingly.

I dropped my panties and climbed onto the bed. "Facing away. Ass on my cock, now! And don't you dare cum until I say you can!"

I straddled her and slid her vibrating cock up my pre-lubed ass. She pulled me back so I was lying flat against her. I looked at our companions. They both had long, slim dicks, around ten or eleven inches. Bob slapped Javy on the back. "Take the ass, man. I want my dick sucked."

Javier laughed and clambered onto the bed. He lifted my legs, folding me in half and pressing my knees into my chest. Mistress grabbed my legs and held them, exposing my eager boi-cunt for easy access. Javier spit on my asshole, then eased his rigid member in beside Mistress' cock.

"Don't worry about going slow, Javy. Fuck this faggot's ass!" She started hammering up into my ass, and Javier quickly followed suit.

I opened my mouth to moan, but wound up moaning around Bob's cock as he rapidly jammed his pecker down my throat and commenced skull-fucking me. 

I spent the next half hour in sissy heaven. Mistress stayed under me the whole time, fucking me with the Emperor. Bob and Javy switched out several times, both getting to fuck my ass and mouth at least three times each. They both seemed to get off on the fact that I not only did ass-to-mouth, but that I enjoyed doing it.

Bob, back in my mouth, came first. I swallowed his sweet tasting load down with relish. He rolled off to the side, watching the action, absently playing with Mistress Kay's tits.

Javy and Mistress went into overdrive, hammering my ass hard, until Javier pulled out and quickly moved up to my mouth, jamming in balls deep and dropping his spicy load down my gullet. Mistress was fucking me through about her tenth cum at that point as I licked and sucked the cum and ass juice off Javy's tasty cock.

"Oh, God Mistress, please, may I cum?"

"Yes, bitch, you may cum." She hammered even harder up my shit-chute. Bob surprised me. He leaned over and neatly swallowed my seven inches, then proceeded to give me an expert blow job. I exploded when he shoved his hand up my ass. Between the hand and the vibe, the sensation against my prostate was intense.

He swallowed it all down, then reluctantly pulled his hand out of my gaping rectum. Javier was already dressed. "We got fifteen minutes, chica."

"I know. Clean my cock, fag-boi." I rolled off and quickly sucked her cock clean. Ever suck on an eight inch vibrator while it's running? Weird sensation, let me tell you. Tickles.

Bob pulled his scrubs on and shook my hand. "Hope you cum back and visit us real soon, 'Miss Porter'." He and Javier headed out, leaving Mistress and I to get dressed.

We both pulled our clothes back on, then she fixed my makeup for me. "Thank you, slave."

"For what, Mistress?"

"I've wanted to do that for a long time. And I know you were nervous about going out in public like this."

I smiled. "It was scary. But very, very worth it."

"So you'd do it again? Go out in public?"

"Absolutely. This was such a fucking rush. And Javy and Bob were a nice surprise, too." We made our way to the elevator. Kay pushed the button for the ground floor.

"They heard Tracy and I talking about Lori's bachelorette bash. I don't think they really believed any of it 'til you walked in tonight looking like that. You look fucking gorgeous, by the way." 

We stepped out of the elevator and stopped at the exit. "Yeah. It felt like there was somebody else staring back at me from the mirror. I can't believe how feminine I wound up looking." 

"It's those tits. I keep telling you you'd look great with some 38c's."

"I know. I'd better go. Coming over after work?"

"Better not. You have to work in the morning and I'd just end up fisting your ass all night. I'll see you tomorrow after you get off."

We hugged like the old friends we were pretending to be and she headed back inside. I walked back out to my car, a little smile on my face as I replayed the last hour in my mind. The smile faded as I neared my car.

Sid the Cop was leaning against my driver side door, his squad car blocking me in. "Well, hello there faggot. Out whoring tonight?"

I forced a friendly tone. "What can I do for you, officer?" I had a pretty good idea.

"Well now, that's the right attitude. Every faggot whore should have such a good attitude. Tell you what, you just hop in your car here and follow me and my partner someplace a little more private, how's that sound?"

Frankly, that sounded shitty. I really needed to go my tired ass to bed, I had work in a few hours. But I didn't want to screw up our safety net, so I plastered a smile on my face and agreed.

I followed them to an old factory a few blocks away. They pulled inside and shut the car off, leaving the head lights on. Sid and his partner, Frank, leaned against the hood of the squad car, both with bottles of beer. "Get out here in the light, faggot."

I walked out in front of them, partially blinded by the glare. Sid nudged Frank, who set his beer on the hood, then stepped up and tore the dress off of me, leaving it in tatters on the filthy floor. "Lookie here. Fake titties." He ripped the bra and panties off, tossing the falsies over his shoulder. "On your knees, faggot."

I dropped, shivering in spite of the heat in the building. Frank dropped his pants. I was surprised. As big as he was, I was expecting a monster, not the tiny five inch pecker that popped out. I knew better than to show it though. I leaned forward and swallowed it, balls and all, before he had a chance to say anything.

"Damn, Sid, little fag's hungry."

"Tell me about it." Sid's voice came from behind me. I spread my legs, expecting to feel that monster cock of his at my backdoor. Instead I felt something hard and cold. Laughing, and not giving a damn if he might hurt me, he rammed his nightstick up my ass.

Thank God there was still some lube left over from earlier, because he rammed it in dry otherwise. It still hurt, and not in the good way. He was battering my insides, intentionally trying to cause me pain, and enjoying it.

It got worse when he slid Frank's nightstick in as well. Frank, meanwhile, would fuck my mouth for a while, pull out and slap my face hard a few times, then fuck my mouth some more. When he finally came, shooting his load all over my face and hair, it was a relief. 

Well, until he drew back and back handed me. I went down, landing badly, actually forcing the nightsticks in my ass even deeper at a very painful angle. As I lay there, groaning and barely conscious, they both pissed all over me, laughing the whole time. As a parting shot, Frank kicked me in the stomach, knocking the breath out of me. I curled into a fetal position, hoping they were through. Frank braced one foot against my back as he yanked the two night sticks out of my bleeding rectum. He used what was left of the sundress to wipe them clean.

Sid gathered up the tattered remains of my clothes and threw them in his trunk. "Better get on home, faggot. Lot of unsavory types in this part of town. A faggoty little sissy cunt like you could get raped." 

Frank laughed and spit on me. "True that. And that would be just fuckin' terrible." He threw my car keys somewhere in the darkness of the abandoned building. As a parting shot, he shoved his half full beer bottle up my ass. "Have a drink on me, you fuckin' queer!"

Laughing, they left me there on the ground, covered in piss, wearing nothing but the wig, stockings and one shoe.

I carefully pulled the bottle out. I staggered to my feet, kicked off the remaining shoe, and retrieved the falsies. They weren't cheap, and I didn't want to leave them. Stumbling to my car, I grabbed a blanket from the back seat and wrapped it around myself. It took me half an hour of searching by the light of my cell phone to track down my keys. My vision blurring from what I was fairly sure was a concussion didn't help.

I eased into my car, pain shooting up from my wrecked ass and battered ribs. I knew I should call an ambulance, but I could imagine the shitstorm that would ignite if I reported being raped by two long time police veterans.

All the butt-fucking I'd done, all the abuse I had received, my ass and body had never hurt this bad.

I managed to drive home without incident. Once I was there, I took a shower, then made two calls. The first was to leave a message at work that I had the flu and wouldn't be in. Then I called Mistress and told her what had happened.

She was livid.

She said she'd take care of it, and that she'd be over after work to check on me, then hung up. 

I took two Vicodin, hit the sack, and passed out.

My last thought before I crashed was that for the first time since all this started, I had truly been raped. Genuinely assaulted.

Part of me was outraged.

Part of me couldn't deny the raging erection I had through the whole thing.

Part of me worried about the path I was on.

And part of me rejoiced...

To be Continued...



Slave Ch. 09



SLAVE

Note: This is about a bisexual submissive man and his journey as he explores his sexuality. I put it in the fetish section because that seems to be the best fit. There is piss and scat. There is bondage and crossdressing. There is fisting. There is group, gay and bisexual sex. There is non-consensual and reluctant sex. There are even elements of reality, based on my own personal experiences with Mistress Kay. Yes, there really is a Mistress Kay. I'm writing this story with her approval. Mistress Kay, who fucks my ass sooooo good, and has the tastiest pussy and ass, and buys me pretty lingerie to wear. And I probably just overshared...

Ahem...

This man's journey is just beginning, much like my own. And I can't wait to see where both our journeys take us. 

To all those who have commented, Thank You! To those who have been rather vocal about your dislike of this story, why are you still reading it?

On with the depravity...

Chapter the Ninth

I woke up the next morning, sore all over, in ways I hadn't hurt since I'd wrecked my car in high school. When I tried to roll out of bed, I started cursing. The pain was fairly bad, and I was instantly dizzy.

Mistress Kay came running into the room. "Dammit, you just lay right back down! You don't need to be moving around!"

"But I need to pee."

She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down. "I'm pretty sure you have a concussion, and probably some tearing in your rectum. Your ribs are at the very least bruised, maybe cracked. I don't want you moving until I check you out."

"Ok, fine. I still need to pee, though." 

"Lay still." She knelt down and pulled the covers off my naked body. I looked down and saw I was a mass of bruises. She took my cock in her hand and smiled up at me. "Been a while since I've done this."

She took my dick in her mouth and waved her hand, indicating that I should start. I relaxed and let go into her mouth, feeling relieved as she gulped down my piss. When I finished, she stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "See? Who needs a bed pan?"

I laughed. It hurt.

She disappeared back into the kitchen, then returned with an ice pack and a mirror. "Here, take a look at your face."

I took the mirror and studied my reflection. Both eyes were black and swollen. My bottom lip was split and also quite swollen. There was a sizable bruise on my right cheek and a small cut above my right eyebrow.

I silently handed her the mirror and took the ice pack, gingerly putting it against the right side of my face. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "See why I'm worried about a concussion?"

"Yeah. The way my vision is blurring, it's a safe bet. I didn't think he hit me that hard. It didn't look this bad last night."

"Usually doesn't. I also brought a scope from the hospital. I want to make sure that sonuvabitch didn't cause any major damage up your backside."

I snorted. "Sure as hell feels like he did. I wasn't this sore after the horse cocks."

She nodded, obviously reining in her anger. She handed me a pill and held a glass of water with a straw for me to wash it down with. "Vicodin. Once it takes the edge off, I'll do the rectal exam."

I swallowed the pill. "Oh, joy." This was one of the very few times in my life that I wasn't looking forward to having something shoved up my ass. She gently examined my ribs. Lots of bruising, but nothing broken, fortunately.

An hour and two refills of the ice pack later, she had me roll onto my stomach. "This'll pinch a bit." She injected lidocaine carefully around my anus. The feeling as it took effect can only be described as strange.

Once she was sure I was numb, she lubed my asshole up and slowly inserted the scope. An inch or two inside got it past the numbing effect and it started to hurt. I groaned, but managed to hold still.

"I know it hurts. I'm only going as deep as those night sticks went. We need to be sure there isn't any tearing." I nodded and gripped the pillow tighter. A few minutes later, she eased the scope out and set it on a towel.

"Ok. Good. No tearing inside, just a bit right at the entrance. Lots of bruising, though. It'll be sore for a few days, but you'll be fine. We'll keep some ointment on your anus for three or four days, it'll help the cuts heal and help avoid infection. So for the rest of the week, no butt-fucking for you, slave."

I rolled back over, half asleep as the painkillers took hold. "Oh, alright. If you insist."

She patted my shoulder. "Go back to sleep. I'll check on you in a bit."

I was asleep before she cleared the door.

I found out later how she dealt with Sid and Frank.

The way she knew them was through the hospital, of course. Sid and Frank were well known as being the cops that would do favors for favors. They also had a rep for being unpleasant. Turns out their little outing with me wasn't the first time they'd taken things too far.

Kay was also friends with their boss, Lieutenant Kyle Harris. He kept the corruption in his department to a minimum, but was always aware of arrangements such as the one Kay had with Sid. In fact, he's the one that had set the whole thing up.

But when Kay called him to fill him in on what had transpired, Kyle was furious. This was the fifth time in less than a year Sid and Frank had fucked up like this. Just the day before he'd found out that they'd double-anal raped and severely beaten a 19 year old college girl they were supposed to be protecting from a gang. She was in the hospital in the midst of a nervous breakdown.

Protection agreements didn't exactly work if people weren't protected, after all.

Enough was damned well enough.

So Kyle set up a little surprise for the two abusive bastards. He had some old biker buddies of his grab Sid and Frank as they left their favorite bar one night. They were taken out into the country, stripped naked, beaten with their own belts and raped with their own night sticks.

When it was done, they were given a choice: Retire and get the hell out of town, or spend the next week getting more of the same.

They were both gone inside of three days.

Lt. Harris and four other officers that he trusted took over the 'protection details'. The town got a whole lot safer. 

And Kyle, the two other men and two women who became our 'protectors'? Goddamn, they all could fuck! Not that I found that out right away, mind you. We've had a lot of fun over the years, though.

That was a long week, though. No sex. None. Mistress insisted that I rest and heal up. She called into work, extending my flu excuse by saying I had developed a severe case of bronchitis. I didn't mind, as this meant my bruises had time to heal, saving me having to explain them at work.

By Saturday, I felt human again. I also was horny as fuck. Mistress was even hornier. I had the feeling she was planning something. Happily, I was right. After lunch, she stood up from the table. "slave, get your ass naked and in the bathroom! Now!"

I think I might have broken the sound barrier about halfway to the john. 

She followed me in, arriving naked herself. She lubed the tip of the enema nozzle, then slid it home. As the warm water filled my bowels, she played with my stiffening member. "I hope you're good and fucking rested, bitch, 'cause I'm about to destroy that fucking ass. I'm gonna fucking spend the rest of the fucking day fucking that fucking ass 'til it's fucking stretched out enough to shove a fucking basketball up there."

She was in full on Mistress mode. I loved it. As I sat on the toilet, she shoved my face into her pussy and pissed all over me. I stood there dripping as she repeated the enema process three more times, eating her cunt and ass through multiple orgasms as I sat on the toilet each time.

She dragged me into the bedroom, still covered in her piss. Good thing we kept a plastic sheet on the bed. She shoved me to my knees and had me lean over the bed, then tied my hands to the restraints that were permanently attached to the four corners.

She blindfolded me, then put the spreader bar on my ankles. I felt the cold of lube being dripped on my asshole. She shoved the biggest butt-plug we had up my ass, hard.

My Mistress spent the next hour beating me with her favorite flogger.

She spent the hour after that slam-fucking my ass with the John Holmes strapon while whipping me with a riding crop.

She spent the hour after that fist and foot-fucking my slave ass.

When she finished with that, she untied me. "Here, bitch. Put on a show for me while I catch my breath." She handed me the giant dildo she had fucked me with at Lori's party. 

"Yes, Mistress." I slammed the suction cup base down on the hardwood floor, then straddled it facing her. 

I popped the head into my stretched out asshole and slammed myself down, not stopping until I was sitting on the floor. I started fucking myself up and down, running nearly the whole length of that massive toy in and out of my ass. It felt fucking amazing. I don't think my dick could've gotten any harder if it was made of steel.

Mistress was reclining on the bed, watching the show with a smile, lazily fucking herself with the Holmes dildo that had just been in my ass. "That's it, bitch. Fuck that horse cock. Mmmmm, that's right. I've created the perfect fuckin' cock-whore. Maybe I should start peddling that ass. Would you like that, bitch? Would you like it if I whored your faggot ass out to the highest bidder? Cock-slut like you, I could probably retire rich."

My legs were on fire. I didn't care. I just wanted the feeling of that cock fucking my ass to go on forever. "Whatever my Mistress desires."

She stood up, playing with her pussy right in front of my face. "You'd let me do it, wouldn't you? You'd whore yourself out if I told you to."

"Yes, Mistress. I'll fuck whoever you tell me to. I'll whore myself out if you want me to." God, I was so close to cumming.

She came, loudly, squirting all over me. "Oh, GODDAMN, yesssss!"

I kept right on fucking the dildo. She hadn't told me to stop yet. She put a hand on top of my head and pushed down, making sure the dildo was fully buried in my ass and held me there.

"Jack off, bitch!"

I did. She loved watching. And as I came, actually shooting up and hitting her breasts, she let loose and pissed right in my face. I kept my mouth open, gulping down what I could, the rest running down my body and puddling around the base of the dildo and my feet.

It was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had.

When we were both done, she pushed me over, the dildo popping loose from the floor but still buried up my ass. "Lick it up, faggot." She knelt behind me and fucked me with that beast as I licked up as much cum and piss as I could.

"On the bed." I clambered up onto the bed with her still holding that horse cock in my ass. "On your back." I laid down as she placed two pillows under my butt. She tied my hands and feet to the corners, stretching me out. She took a piece of silk ribbon and tied the massive toy in place, fully imbedded up my shit-chute.

She put the nipple clamps on me, then tied the chain attached to the clamps to the silk ribbon holding the dildo, stretching my nips out painfully. She slid a cock ring onto my erection, then took a tiny vibe and taped it to my cock, turning it up as high as it would go. She took a small egg vibrator and slid it into my stuffed rectum and cranked it up, too. The giant cock up my ass transferred the vibrations all the way up my spine.

And then, with an evil grin, she got out the feather tickler. She straddled my head and ordered me to start eating her ass. I buried my tongue as deep as I could as she began running that damn feather all over my body, paying extra attention to my already over-stimulated cock and balls. 

I wanted to cum, needed to cum, but that damnable cock ring stopped me just short.

It actually became painful. 

Add to that the fact that Mistress was riding my face, actually sitting back and smothering me for long stretches, grinding her ass on my tongue, only letting up long enough for me to gulp down some air occasionally, well...

Lordy, but I loved every second of it.

I'd live like this every second of every day if I could. To be utterly used like this, to be an object to be used for somebody's pleasure, this was what I craved.

I was in agony, I needed to cum so bad. Mistress had probably had a dozen orgasms with my tongue in her sweaty ass. I felt her lean forward. She ripped the ring off my cock. 

I exploded, screaming, right in her face, coating her with cum.

When I'd finished, she lifted her ass off my face and twisted around. I was gasping for breath, staring at her dripping visage through blurry eyes.

She leaned in and kissed me, tasting her ass on my tongue and feeding me my cum, then making me lick her face clean. I was still twitching, the two vibes still running, my body massively overstimulated.

That would be when I heard the back door open.

"Yo, Kay, we're here!"

She smirked down at me. "Surprise." She raised her voice. "In here, we're in the bedroom!"

I could hear footsteps, then Javier, Bob and Tracy walked in, still in their scrubs. Tracy laughed. "Holy shit, girl! You leave anything for us?"

Kay laughed and tugged on the nipple clamps, eliciting a groan from me. "This bitch got the whole week off. I intend to make up for that in spades. You guys ready to use this fuckin' slut up?"

Javy was peeling out of his scrubs. "Oh, hell yes!"

Bob dropped his bottoms and underwear in one move, then climbed onto the bed. "Kay, I been savin' this all night. You mind?"

"Feel free."

"Thanks babe." He shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. "Better start swallowing, bitch!" He cut loose with a flood of piss, fueled by countless cups of coffee. I gulped for all I was worth, but I couldn't keep up, the overflow gushing out of my mouth and soaking the bed.

I smiled around the hardening dong in my mouth. This night was gonna get messy.

Tracy clambered on board and took my cock, vibe and all, in her cunt. She started riding me hard, making out with Bob who was skull-fucking me at that point.

Javy slid in behind Tracy and jammed his dick up my ass alongside the massive toy that was still in there. Mistress was lying on the piss soaked bed, stroking her pussy with one hand and fingering Javy's ass with the other.

As Tracy rode up and down, it was pulling on the chain attached to my nipple clamps. My nips hurt like hell. It was exquisite. Bob would bury himself in my throat, cutting off my air, making me gag. The drool was running down the side of my face.

Tracy yanked the clamps off roughly, laughing as I screamed around the cock in my throat. She then started slapping and twisting my nipples, causing even more pain. 

Javy, still fucking my ass, took a cue from Tracy and reached around and mauled her tits, quickly turning them red. She loved it, and ground even harder onto my dick, the vibe taped to it hitting her g-spot almost dead on. She let out a happy groan as Javier clipped the nipple clamps she'd just pulled off me to her eraser sized nipples.

Mistress Kay had slipped on the strapon harness with the Purple Emperor. She lubed Javy's asshole, slipped behind him and rammed it home, burying it up his ass in one stroke. This had the effect of making him buck into me that much harder, which also caused the giant dildo in my ass to go that much deeper. 

Bob's movements became erratic, then he froze, balls deep down my gullet, and came. And came. And came.

Oxygen became an issue.

As I passed out, all the stimulation caught up to me and I had a powerful orgasm. I'd heard of full-body orgasms, but this was the first time I experienced one.

Wasn't the last, I'm happy to say.

When I came to moments later, there were four very concerned nurses standing over me.

Bob looked especially relieved. "Shit, dude, you scared me for a second there. Thought maybe I held that in there a little too long."

I love choking games as much as the next perv, but that one was a tad close. But, I realized, also totally worth it. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine, and that was fucking amazing!"

Javier snorted. "Goddamn. Is there anything this lil' fucker ain't up for trying?"

Kay laughed as she untied me. "Not much. And the list of what my bitch will do just keeps growing." She helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water, which I gulped down gratefully.

She gave me a once over. I smiled, I hoped, reassuringly. "Seriously. I'm fine."

"You sure? 'Cause, you're in for a long, rough night if we keep going. I know you want to push yourself, but you did just pass out from air deprivation."

I took a deep breath, assessing myself. "I'm ready for more, Mistress. What can your slave do for you next?"

Mistress Kay smiled, then leaned back against the headboard. "You can start by cleaning my cock."

"Yes, Mistress!" I got on all fours and lowered my head to her strapon. The strapon fresh out of Javier's ass. Javier's, sweaty, dirty, fresh from work ass. There was definitely more on that dildo than just lube. Quite a bit more. I looked up at Mistress. She was staring back at me, curious, waiting to see if I'd cross this line.

Not taking my eyes from hers, I took her soiled cock in my mouth, not stopping until I bottomed out. I held myself there for several seconds, the satisfied grin she was wearing making the foul taste worth it. She reached up and grabbed my hair, then started fucking her shit-stained cock in and out of my drooling mouth.

"That's right, bitch. Swallow it down. I want that cock spotless." 

As I deep-throated Mistress' cock, Tracy undid the ribbon holding the dildo in my ass, then started slam-fucking my butt with the huge toy. "See, Kay? I told you you owned this bitch. I told you you could make him eat shit."

"I know. I never had a doubt." She shoved my head down, forcing the Emperor all the way in. "Oh, the things I'm gonna do to your ass..."

Not just my ass, I hoped.

Actually, cleaning that shitty cock wasn't as bad as I feared it would be. To be fair, there wasn't a huge amount on it. It was good to know that I could do that much, especially with my weekend at Janine and Jamal's coming up. I knew damn well I'd be cleaning at least some scat with my mouth. I was still pretty sure that more significant scat play was not something I'd ever be into, though. Honestly, it was the smell more than the taste. Instant gag factor.

Mistress pulled me off her cock. "Good job, fag-boi. Nice and clean." She stood up and stepped out of the harness. "Bob, Javy, do me a favor and double fuck this slut's ass."

Javier laid down. I sat down on his cock, reverse cowgirl, then lay back against his chest. Bob pushed my legs back, folding me in half, and rammed his raging hardon up my ass beside Javy's. They both started fucking me viciously, jack-hammering into my shit-chute.

Javy reached up and abused my tender nipples, while Bob wrapped a hand around my throat and choked me, just enough for me to love it. Mistress had told them to treat me as a piece of fuck-meat, and that's exactly what they did.

Damn, I love my life!

While they fucked me, Mistress and Tracy were walking around the bed, videoing and photographing the whole thing. Kay got in tight, getting a close-up of the two cocks sawing in and out of my gaping rectum. She'd been threatening to post some of our videos to an amateur site. I was still on the fence about it. I actually loved the idea of strangers watching the videos, masturbating or having sex while witnessing my depraved adventures. But I also worried about someone I knew finding out about what I did in my private time. My family and most of my friends would never accept my sexuality.

Something to worry about later. But right now...




Slave Ch. 09



Tracy climbed up and straddled my head. "Shower time!" She pissed all over the three of us as we went right on rutting. Mistress Kay rubbed herself to orgasm as she filmed the depravity. Tracy crouched down and pulled my face into her still pissing cunt, giving me no choice but to drink or drown.

As I gulped down her piss, I felt the two cocks in my ass pulse and start cumming, which set me off as well. Tracy managed to bend over and deep throat my erupting penis while keeping her pussy glued to my face.

She swallowed my load, shuddering through her own orgasm, then tumbled off to the side. "God-DAMN, that was fucking good!"

I could hardly move, but I knew my duty. I pulled myself away from the wonderful cocks twitching in my ass and started my cleanup duties, deep throating both cocks before they went soft. Right about then, I badly wanted a break, but Mistress had other ideas.

"On your feet, bitch! In the front room, now!"

I staggered into the living room, where the chain was hanging from the arch. Mistress quickly cuffed me and attached the cuffs to the chain over my head. She grabbed the spreader bar and attached it to my ankles.

"Bitch, we're going to do something that I've been wanting to do for a while. I'm going to give you just one chance to use the safe word. Just one. After that, it's happening one way or the other. Do you understand me, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

The other three had joined us by now. Mistress was walking around me, stroking my skin as she moved.

"Every time I've brought this up, you've been against it. But I think you're ready now. I think you'll love it once it's done. I think we'll have an awful lot of fun once it's done."

My eyes grew big as it dawned just what she meant. She smirked. "There it is. You know what I'm talking about. Don't you?"

I swallowed, nervously. "You want to pierce my nipples, Mistress."

"Damn right." She massaged both of my nipples. "Both of 'em. And a belly-button ring, too. Just think of all the fun we can have. Just think how fucking sexy that'll look."

"Nowhere else though, right?"

She chuckled. "Maybe. Someday." She stroked my penis, her meaning clear. "But not today."

I was watching as Tracy dug a plastic box out of her overnight bag, laying the contents out on the dining room table. Piercings. When we started on this journey, we'd agreed, no piercings, no tattoos, no scat, no scarring of the body. This was another one of those lines I thought I'd never cross, just like the whole scat thing.

Then again, I never would've thought I could get off on having a two foot plastic cock crammed up my ass, either. Strange thing, life.

Mistress was leaning against me, breasts pressed into my side, running three fingers in and out of my ass. It was strangely relaxing. "So here we are, slave. Moment of truth. You say no, right now, and it's a closed subject. I'll never bring it up again. Say yes, and it happens. You get pierced. You stay pierced. They don't come out or get changed without my say so. No changing your mind."

She twirled her fingers in my rectum. "Which'll it be?"

I really didn't want to do this. I came within a breath of saying no. I really did. But something stopped me. Something that had been growing stronger of late. The submissive me, the real me.

If I was truly going to be her slave, I had to do this. 

I had given myself over to Mistress Kay. My body was hers, to do with as she pleased. This was simply another level of submission, much like cleaning her shit-covered cock earlier had been. She wanted this, and by submitting to her, she would be happy, which would make me happy.

A calm came over me, and I looked her in the eye. "As Mistress desires."

She positively lit up. "Thank you, slave. Tracy?"

Tracy was pouring alcohol into a plastic tray. "Just about ready. We just need some ice cubes."

Bob headed for the kitchen. "I'll grab some. Need a drink anyway."

Upon his return, Kay took a cube and held it to my right nipple, numbing it. I was expecting a piercing gun. I was surprised when Tracy pulled a curved needle out of the alcohol. She smirked when she saw my expression. "That's right, bitch. We're doin' this old school."

I shut my eyes. Mistress smacked me upside the head. "Uh uh, fag-boi. You fucking watch while I mark my fucking territory."

I watched as she pulled my nipple out with some tweezers. I watched as she forced the needle through the soft tissue of my tender, abused nipple, biting back the scream that was trying to force its way out. Watched as she threaded the ring into the wound and pinched it shut.

I somehow managed to not lose it as I watched her pierce my other nipple and my belly button.

As she ran chains between the three rings, making a neat little triangle on my chest, I realized I had a raging hardon. Once again, pain had transformed into pleasure. The weight of the chain pulling on my nipples was sending little jolts of electricity straight to my cock and ass.

Tracy nudged Kay. "See? Told ya. Little fucking bitch is turned on. I don't think there's much of anything we can't do to this slut."

Mistress Kay gave a little tug on the chain, sending jolts of pain shooting through me. "So you did. So you did. We're gonna have to explore this further, aren't we my little shit-eating pain-slut?"

Okay, so I'm not big on pain, at least not serious pain. But I had to admit I was pushing my boundaries a little further out all the time. Somewhere along the way, a lot of the pain had somehow turned pleasurable. Not all of it, but most.

She had one last surprise for me. She produced a silver studded black leather dog collar that had 'Kay's bitch' in big silver letters on it. "You may take this off when you go out in public, bitch. But otherwise, you're to have it on at all times. And if I tell you to put it on, you put it on, even if it is out in the open. Is that perfectly clear, fag-boi? You belong to me. You are MY possession. You are my own personal fuck-slave."

I was smiling as she collared me, marking me as her property. "Absolutely, Mistress."

As I hung there from the chain, Tracy kneeling behind me fisting my ass, the other three flogging me shoulders to ankles and spitting on me, calling me names, hanging weights from my cock and balls, I will admit to having some reservations about where things were going. Don't get me wrong, I was enjoying everything, well, almost everything. Could've done without the Sid and Frank Show, to be quite honest. 

But I knew the sexual path I was on could take some very not good twists and turns. Being submissive, letting myself be used at another's whim, giving up control, being used as a piece of meat, fucked and used and abused mercilessly...

I was going down a potentially very dark road.

But God help me, I wanted, I craved, I needed more!

As Kay shoved her hand up my ass beside Tracy's and Javy took my aching cock up his ass, I knew I would keep going, keep pushing, keep taking it all. 

It would either complete me, or break me.

To be Continued...



Slave Ch. 10



Note: I refer you to the notes in previous chapters concerning the fact that this follows a bisexual submissive male. To the anonymous commenter who keeps insisting this should be in Gay Male, sorry, but there's a lot more going on than just dude on dude sex. This story covers multiple categories, all of which are fetishes of one kind or another. If I ever write a chapter that is strictly gay, I'll move it there. Meantime, don't like it, don't read it. 

Word of warning, there is some scat in this chapter, as well as incest. And, yes, even one gay scene.

Venting done. On with the filth...

*****

I sat in my car, staring at Jamal's back door. This was my last chance to back out. Just turn around and drive home. I knew damn well I should. I knew damn well this weekend would probably push me further than I'd ever gone, maybe too far. This was a really, really bad idea. A terrible idea. A sick, demented, depraved, fucked up idea.

Then my butt twitched as I remembered the exquisite feeling of Jamal's fifteen inch monster sliding up my ass.

Before I could overthink it, I climbed out and strode up to the door and knocked. 

The door swung open while I was still knocking. Janine stood there, in all her big black naked glory, smirking as she looked me up and down. "'Bout time, bitch. Was startin' to think you was gonna chicken out."

I smiled, shrugging. "Guess I did have to work up to it."

"But you here now. And your slut ass belongs to us for the weekend. So bring that fine slut ass on in here, bitch."

I stepped inside. The room was a converted garage. The concrete floor was painted red, the walls and ceiling black. There were sexual devices and toys strewn all about, including ropes and pulleys to suspend people from. There was a large drain in the center of the floor, right under a circle of four showerheads. I noticed at least a half dozen cameras spread around the room. There were two huge leather couches off to one side near a fifty inch flatscreen. The video from Lori's bachelorette was playing. Jamal and Jack were sitting on one of the couches, both also naked and stroking their enormous erections as they watched the twin sisters double fist my ass.

She walked me over next to them. "Looky here, Jack! Your birthday present has arrived!"

Jamal just nodded and said "Hey, bitch." I smiled and nodded back.

Jack got up and strutted over, then walked a slow circle around me, taking a good look. "Damn, sis, he does look like a lil' white bitch. Kinda fuckin' hot, too."

And I did, too. Janine's instructions had been quite clear. Kay had shown her the pictures of me from my trip to visit her at the hospital. Janine wanted me to show up looking like that, so Mistress had dressed me up almost exactly the same, except the sundress was pink and white this time, and I was wearing 4 inch strappy red sandals that stood out nicely against the black silk stockings. There was also the black leather dog collar that said 'Kay's Bitch' in big silver letters.

I could easily pass as female.

One of her instructions made me a bit nervous, but I decided to suck it up and deal with it. Janine had specified no enema. I usually cleaned out before the anal fun. Tonight was likely to get messy in a way I didn't necessarily enjoy.

Jack stopped in front of me. He could have been Jamal's twin, right down to that huge dick standing at attention.

My mouth was watering.

"So. You're here to do whatever we want. That right, bitch?"

"Yes, Master Jack."

His smirk got smirkier. "Then why ain't you on your fuckin' knees with my dick in your mouth, bitch?"

I answered by dropping to my knees and swallowing that beautiful hunk of man meat. It took some doing, but I got it all down. "Holy shit! I didn't believe he could actually take the whole thing!" He grabbed the red hair of my wig and started fucking my face as I slobbered all over his cock.

Jamal was unzipping my dress. "Just wait'll you feel this slut's ass, bro. I ain't never seen an ass as flexible as this bitch's."

Janine was jamming three fingers in her cunt. "True dat. I watched him take those horse cocks and I still don't believe it."

Jamal slid the dress down. I raised my knees one at a time so he could slide it out from under me. He hung it from a hook by the door. "There. Now you still got somethin' to wear tomorrow." 

Janine knelt down and started playing with my ass through the black lace of my panties. "Leave the rest on him. He looks sexy with those fake tits." She ripped the panties off. "Well, not these, I guess." She wet two fingers then jammed them up my ass.

"You do what I said?"

I nodded, not able to speak with fifteen inches of dick down my gullet.

"Good." She pulled her dirty fingers out of my butt and sniffed them. She smiled, then made a show of licking her fingers clean. "Mmmm. Good little bitch."

She stood up. "Get this cunt over on the cross so we can fuck him proper." Jack reluctantly pulled out of my mouth. He and Jamal lifted me up and carried me over to an X shaped contraption that had lots of straps attached to it. It was attached to a hydraulic base, so it could be raised or lowered to the desired height, and could also be tilted. 

The two men dropped me on the cross, then set to strapping me in while Janine watched, leering at me the whole time. By the time they were done, the only thing I could move was my head, and that only a little. Jamal hit the control, lowering the cross so that my ass and mouth were waist high, just right for fucking.

Being completely restrained like that was equally terrifying and exciting. This was a total surrender of control.

Janine walked around me, stroking my body. "Since it's Jack's birthday, he gets your faggot ass first." She grabbed Jack's cock, guiding it to my ass. Jamal poured some lube on my ass while Janine spit on her little brothers dick.

"Here you go, lil' bro. Fuck this white bitch up."

Jack eased his cockhead just inside my sphincter and held it there. "You ready, bitch?"

"Yes, Master Jack."

He grinned, took a breath, and rammed home, filling my ass with all fifteen glorious inches of beautiful black cock. "Oh, GodDAMN, YES!"

I think he and I both said the same thing at the same time. I didn't say much more, because Janine sat her plump butt on my face and ordered me to start eating ass. I worked my tongue up into that nasty, dirty asshole and ate like it was my last meal. As usual, she'd left it dirty, getting off on me cleaning her up.

Jack was Jack-hammering my shit-chute into next week, while Jamal recorded everything. "Get it little brother! Tear it up! This fuckin' slut loves this shit! Fuck that faggot's ass!"

He was right. I did love it. 

To be honest, I generally don't like taking it up the ass when I haven't had an enema. Getting fucked while there's, well, let's just call it 'solid waste', still in there, that can become extremely uncomfortable. Even painful. Not to mention messy. And there was definitely some waste up in there, steadily being churned to goo by Jack's massive pecker.

So there was some discomfort, but it was being overridden by the immense pleasure of that huge cock fucking my sissy ass. Even Janine's foul ass couldn't turn me off right then. Jack was young and inexperienced, but you couldn't tell it by the way he fucked. That young man fucked ass as well as his older brother.

For twenty minutes he pounded my ass. Janine spent the whole time grinding her asshole onto my mouth, my tongue buried in her pooper. Jack finally came deep in my bowels, the huge load filling me up.

Janine saw he'd cum and eased up off my face. I gulped in fresh air as Jack pulled out of my dripping asshole. Jamal got in close with the camera as she knelt down next to me. "And now, you fucking little bitch, you get to finish off my little brother's initiation."

I looked up. Jack was standing at my head, his cock still semi-hard.

His dirty, cum covered, shit-stained cock, fresh from my ass.

"That's right, bitch. 'Cause that's all you lil' white cunts are good for. Servicing your betters. So clean that dick."

God, I wanted to use the safe word. Bad. This was just too damn much. I knew I'd cleaned Mistress' strapon the other day, but it wasn't as dirty as the massive shit covered tool hanging above my face. I couldn't do this.

But...

Dammit, I had to know. I had to see if I could do this. This would be a new level of submission.

I opened my mouth and wiggled my tongue.

Janine whooped. 

Jamal zoomed in. 

Jack stuffed his nasty, filthy cock down my throat.

I gagged, fighting down the urge to vomit. It tasted horrible. But I closed my lips around Jack's cock and sucked, somehow managing to swallow the mix of cum and scat. As he started fucking my throat, rapidly getting hard again, I felt movement between my legs. Jamal drove his tool in in one stroke and started slam-fucking my ass. "Yeah, that's the shit! Been waitin' for this ass all fuckin' week!"

Janine set the camera on a tripod to record me being spit-roasted, then started sucking my dick. Even with the taste of shit in my mouth, I was in heaven. Two, count 'em, two fifteen inch black cocks in me, fucking me senseless as I'm getting a sloppy blowjob from an expert.

As she reached under my bra and brutally twisted my nipple ring, I came, explosively. Janine jerked my cock, sending cum flying all over us. I stiffened up, muscles clenching as I came, which set off the brothers. Jamal fired a hot load up my shit-chute, while Jack came straight down my throat.

As I lay there, gasping for breath, sweat pouring off of me, Jamal sauntered around to my head. His cock was even dirtier than his brother's. I didn't say a word, just swallowed that log and cleaned it. Surprisingly, the taste didn't bother me as bad this time. Amazing what a body can get used to, isn't it?

Janine knelt between my spread legs and rimmed my butt hole, cleaning up the cum and shit smeared between my cheeks from the two intense fuckings. Once she had her fill, she poured half a bottle of baby oil on her arms and my ass, made a fist and drove it home.

I've been fisted many times, but that was the first time I ever had the hand go in as a closed fist. I tried to scream, but it just made my throat vibrate around Jamal's cock. As he continued face fucking me, she started alternating, punching her right fist in and pulling it all the way out, then punching the left fist in. Within minutes, she was moving at a rapid pace, switching out until she got bored and shoved both hands up my gaping shit-chute.

She shoved as hard as she could, getting both arms in almost to the elbows, then twisting them around. It was fairly painful.

My dick was rock hard.

Jamal had shifted and had my tongue up his ass. Jack was snapping the lines stretching my nipples out, sending bolts of delicious pain shooting through me. Janine's big arms were stretching my ass incredibly wide.

Scat or not, I was damn glad I agreed to submit to them that night. I was restrained completely and being used as pure fuck-meat. It was glorious.

As Jack slid his cock between his brother's ass cheeks and into my mouth, I couldn't have been happier.

And then he started pissing.

Bliss.

Over the next several hours, they used and abused me terribly. I was covered in welts. My nipples were nearly torn off. My jaw and throat were unbelievably sore. And my ass was a gaping, dripping, shitty mess, having been brutally fucked by all three of them repeatedly.

Janine tilted the cross so my ass was elevated, then jammed a wine bottle in my shit-chute. She got it all the way in, the contents emptying into my bowels. I actually got a buzz. Then she tipped me the other way and drank the wine right out of my ass. They repeated this two more times so that Jamal and Jack could enjoy the same cocktail. Janine had her brothers empty a wine bottle in her ass and took great pleasure making me drink it from her shit-chute.

I got fucked on or over every piece of furniture and every sexual contraption they had. I lost track of how many different toys got shoved up my gaping rectum. They even took me out in the yard and had me fuck myself with a baseball bat while they pissed all over me, then took turns fisting and face-fucking me as I lay draped over a picnic table. I was fairly sure I saw one of their neighbors in an upstairs window holding a camera.

Somewhere around 1 am, I found myself back on the cross, with a machine pumping an 18 inch dildo into my ass. I was gagged and left like that while they went to bed. Janine gave my nipples one last painful twist. "Nighty night, bitch. Hope you can get some sleep." She went off to bed, laughing.

The machine would speed up and slow down at random intervals. Trust me, I didn't sleep a wink.

But, at just after 4 am, I got a surprise. Jack slipped back into the room. "Hey dude, keep it quiet, OK?"

All I could do was nod, as I had a ball gag in my mouth at the time. He padded over to the machine and shut it off, gently removing the dildo from my ass.

"I'm gonna take the gag off. Stay quiet, alright? Don't wanna wake up the fam." He carefully undid the strap and removed the gag. I lay there for a few seconds working my jaw as he unstrapped me from the cross and helped me sit up.

It felt good to move after hours of being restrained like that. "Thanks, Master Jack. That was starting to get uncomfortable."

He grimaced. "Jack. Just call me Jack." He handed me a glass of water, which I guzzled down. 

"Okay. Thanks, Jack." I could tell he had something on his mind. "What's going on?"

He shrugged. "Was hoping we could just, y'know, talk. Without all the sex games. I could use a fresh perspective. Maybe some advice."

I had no objection to that. We sat on one of the couches. The cool leather felt good on my abused backside. "So what can I do for you?"

"Let me ask you somethin'. You seem pretty happy. I mean, you seem like you've got a grip on who you are, and it seems like you're in a good place. You think that's true? That you're happy?"

"Happy? Yeah. Yeah, I am. Have I got a grip on who I am? Hell, man, I'm still working on that one. I've learned a helluva lot about myself, but I've still got a helluva lot more to learn. But since I've accepted the fact that I'm a submissive and bisexual, the truth that I'm happiest when I'm in a situation like earlier tonight, yes, I've never been as happy and content as I have been the last several months."

Jack seemed genuinely curious. "So what is it you ain't got a grip on? You seem pretty sure of yourself."

I snorted, gave a little chuckle. "I know I'm bisexual. I know I'm submissive. I know my ass can take more punishment than most people's, and that I love it. I know I love the taste of cum and piss. I love being sissied up. But..."

I took a breath, pondering. "I don't know just how far I'm willing to take this. How much pain am I willing to endure before it's too much. Do I go ahead and get breast implants? Do I go even further than that? Can I ever come clean to my family? Can I handle it if they reject the real me? Truth is, I have a lot of questions. And I know I can't be completely happy until I sort all that shit out."

Jack was nodding. "But for the most part, you're happy?"

"Oh, yes. I have a lot of personal shit to sort, but the sexual lifestyle I'm living right now, I know myself well enough to know it's something I need."

"I'm gay."

The statement caught me off guard. "Sorry, what?"

"I'm gay. I mean, yeah, I have fun with chicks, but the fact is I'm gay. And in my family, everybody's expected to be bi and heavy with the kink and shit. But I really just wanna be with guys. My family, I don't think they're gonna like me being gay. I figure I'm gonna try to figure some shit out while I'm at college, but sooner or later I'm gonna have to come clean."

I rested my hand on his. "One thing I do know is you have to be you. Our families might turn against us, then again, maybe not. But burying your true self, all that does is make you miserable. You have to accept yourself, first. If we're both lucky, the people we love will understand and accept. If they don't, well, that's their loss. I don't have all the answers, man, but I do know that much."

Jack nodded again, then looked up at me. "I did have one more thing..."

"What's that?"

"I... Well, fact is, I've done a lot of fuckin'. Ass, pussy, mouth, but it was all just fucking. I've never had the chance to..."

"To... what?"

He looked me in the eye. "Make love. Actually do it right and make love. Before I go to college, I really want a chance to take my time and..." He trailed off, embarrassed.

I reached up and cupped his cheek. "And make love?" He nodded, shyly. I smiled. I understood. Sometimes it needed to be about more than just the sex. Sometimes there needed to be an emotional connection.

I leaned in, and for the first time in my life, kissed a man. And not just kissed, made out, like a couple of high schoolers, kissing for a long time, tongues battling back and forth, arms wrapped around each other. 

Jack unfastened the bra I was still wearing and let it fall to the floor. He then knelt down, removed my shoes and peeled off the stockings. I pulled off the wig and set it aside, nude now except for the dog collar, nipple and belly rings. He knelt there, gazing up at me. "You're a beautiful man... I just realized. I don't know your real name."

I started to tell him, but caught myself. "I'm not allowed to say. When somebody asks me that, my orders are to say 'slave' or 'Mistress Kay's bitch'. I'm sorry."

Jack laughed and shrugged. He knew how the Dom/sub thing worked. "You're a beautiful man, slave. May I suck your dick?"

I scooted to the edge of the couch. "Please."

He leaned in and kissed his way up my legs before gently stroking my stiffening member. He looked up at me as he licked the tip, then ran his tongue up and down the length of me. He smiled as I moaned appreciatively. "Been wanting to take my time and do this all night."

He took the head into his mouth, holding it there and running his tongue around the sensitive flesh, making me squirm. Then in one swift move, he took my entire seven inches all the way down, then pulled back up slowly, just barely dragging his teeth on my skin. Oh, God, I love that feeling!

As he continued giving me head, he gently worked two fingers up my bum and started massaging my prostate. He sucked on my cock for a few more minutes, then rose to his knees, pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. "I want you in my ass, slave. Make love to my ass."

He laid back on the couch, pulling his knees back to his chest. I rimmed his butthole for a few minutes, then positioned myself where I could rub my cockhead against his browneye. I looked him in the eye as I gently eased inside him. He was moaning quietly, a blissful expression on his face, as I set up a slow and steady rhythm. 

I screwed that delicious ass for nearly twenty minutes before I came, unloading deep in his bowels. As my dick softened, I laid on top of him. He held my face with both hands and kissed me.

I could feel his throbbing erection pressing against my leg. I broke the kiss and patted the couch beside me. "Here, have a seat." He shifted over, a happy grin adorning his face.

I climbed into his lap. "Let me do this, okay?" He nodded and held my hips, but just for the contact. I rose up and positioned his mighty missile at the entrance to my silo, then slowly lowered myself down, not stopping until I had him buried balls deep.

I cupped his face with both hands and kissed him again as I started a slow grind. We continued to make out as I did exactly what he had wished for. We made love. It was slow, gentle, and beautiful. It was exactly what that young man wanted and needed.




Slave Ch. 10



Jack proved to be a thoughtful and gentle lover, and we both enjoyed taking our time and living out that wonderful experience.

For the record, when it comes to the more lovey-dovey stuff, I prefer women. This was one of the few times I've kissed a man, let alone made out. 

But that night, it just felt right. It was a tender, beautiful, wonderful thing, and I'm glad I did it to this day. I think maybe I helped Jack that night. In the years since, he's come out openly, and fortunately his family accepted him gracefully.

But that night...

Oooh, that night, we made slow, passionate love for over an hour before he finally came inside me. When it was done, Jack cried, thanking me for giving him that gift.

We fell asleep, spooning with my back to his chest, his arms around me, his semi-hard cock still in my ass, right there on the couch.

That's where Jamal found us a few hours later. He shook us awake, a gentle smile on his face. "C'mon, you two. Up and at 'em. We don't get slave-boi here back on the cross before sis wakes up, there'll be hell to pay."

I grudgingly pulled my stockings, shoes, bra and wig back on and climbed back on the cross. As they strapped me down, Jamal surprised us both. "You come clean on you bein' gay with him lil' bro?"

Jack froze. "How...? How did...?"

Jamal smiled again. "Gimme a little credit, dude. And for the record, I'm cool with it. I'd just give it some time before you bring it up with the rest of the family, y'know?"

Jack hugged his brother, then headed for the shower. Jamal leaned down close to me. "Thank you too. I think you really helped him last night. He's been fightin' this for a while."

"Honestly, I was glad to do it. I love the rough shit, obviously, but last night was great. A body needs some gentle loving sometimes."

"True dat. Just keep it between us, okay?"

"Not a problem."

"Good." He stood up, tapping his semi-hard pecker against my lips. "Meantime, I seriously gotta take a piss, so open up like a good toilet-slave."

I slipped right back into slave mode and started drinking. The rest of the day was about as depraved as one would imagine. Halfway through the day, their parents and grandparents turned up. I got FUCKED, over and over. Jack, his dad and his granddad managed to get all three of their cocks in my ass at the same time while Jamal brutally face-fucked me. The women used me for hours, employing toys, hands, feet, and anything else that happened to catch their eye. The one line I didn't cross was when Janine wanted to shit in my mouth. I had cleaned every shit-stained cock and toy that needed cleaning, but I just couldn't go that far. She honored the safe word, but I got flogged and beaten with a riding crop severely for using it.

I left that night walking funny, sore as hell, and stinking to high heaven. I also left happy.

That weekend was one I have thought of many times since. That was some amazing, brutal, painful, epic damn sex. I was a cum-guzzling, piss-drinking, shit-eating, cock-sucking, ass-eating anal whore. Mistress and I have watched the video many, many times.

But I also made love, one of the few times I can really make that claim since I started on my adventures, and I helped an amazing young man find himself.

Like I've said before; I love my life!

To be Continued...



Slave Ch. 11







Slave Ch. 11



I was eating silently, listening carefully as she continued. "I know what you're capable of taking, even if you don't. If we do what I want, try all the depraved, filthy, perverted, kinky shit I wanna try, it will get nasty. It will get painful. And I guarantee you'll get off on every bit of it. But I will respect the limits we've agreed on unless you agree to go beyond them. I think you have the makings of a serious pain-slut and full on toilet-slave, and I really want to test my theory."

I thought about what she was implying as I dug into my scrambled eggs. Which were damned tasty. All the food here seemed ridiculously good. I was going to have to be careful while I was here or I was going to gain twenty pounds.

After a bit, I sat back and started on another glass of OJ. She had a point about the pain, I had to admit. I was actually enjoying the way my ass was stinging from the whipping I just got. I did have to wonder just how much pain she was talking about, though. We kept trekking into new territory, and I kept on coming to enjoy it. It was true I didn't always enjoy the act itself, but I always got off on the submission. And the toilet-slave thing, while I had gotten fairly used to a certain amount of residual nastiness, I was still fairly sure I couldn't go the full distance she obviously wanted me to go. I'll drink piss all day, but the other...

Well...

I shrugged. "I reckoned I was in for it when you dropped that brochure on my table. And I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing to experiment. You know me, I'll try most anything once."

She smiled at that. "True, but I'm talking about some fairly extreme stuff here. I've been taking lessons from Tracy for some of the things I wanna try."

Hoo boy. Tracy was one nasty little pervert. Which was why she was one of our best friends. She was a nurse at the same hospital as Kay, but had a nice little thing going on the side as a professional dominatrix. She specialized in pain and punishment. "Okay. That gives me some idea. I'm still willing. I know the safety word and signal if I need them." There was a universal safety code used at the resort, and I needed to remember that, because the safe word Mistress Kay and I used wouldn't work with anybody else on the island.

She leaned across the table and kissed me on the cheek, not caring that it still had piss on it. "You are so fucked!" Giggling, she got up and headed for the shower, leaving me to finish my breakfast. "Oh, and no shower for you. You get to spend the day covered in whatever you wind up getting covered in."

I sniffed myself. Sweat, piss, cum and a dab of something earthier. But, I reckoned I wouldn't be the only dirty fuck-slave walking around the island. "What about an enema, Mistress?"

Her voice floated out of the shower. "Feel free to ask a passing Dom if they or one of their male slaves will give you a piss enema. Otherwise, not until I give you permission. I want you fucked raw and dirty."

Well, that could be interesting. And messy. 

I started to wonder if I was going to have to be carried off the island on a stretcher.

She finished her shower, then pulled out our clothes. My outfit, such as it was, was a set of red fishnet stockings and suspenders with a matching pair of red strappy sandals with two inch heels. She hung a heavier chain from my nipple rings that had a small weight hanging from the center, creating a constant tugging sensation with every movement. She attached my red leash to the slave collar. Just for kicks, she took two wooden clothes pins and clipped them onto the skin on the underside of my penis. It didn't really hurt, but the added stimulation was going to drive me nuts. I already was semi-hard.

She smacked the head of my penis, clucking her tongue. "No cumming today without my permission, bitch." As an afterthought, she plopped the red-headed wig with the pig-tails on my head. "Something to grab ahold of."

Her outfit was the tiniest bikini I've ever seen, just barely covering the naughty bits, and definitely qualified as butt-floss. It was red, actually matching my stockings. She had on red canvas boat shoes, for comfort and for traction. The traction was for what was dangling from her crotch. She had put on a new strapon harness, also red, and hanging from it was the Bam dildo, another of our favorites. It was just as long as the Holmes, but slightly thicker and a bit more rigid. 

"Bend over, bitch." I did, and she liberally lubed my ass using three fingers, which she then had me lick clean. "There, now your ass is ready for anything. Let's go do some sight-seeing and shopping."

She hooked her arm in mine and we stepped out onto the boardwalk that ran along the beach and headed towards the shops in the village. It was another gorgeous balmy day.

We hadn't walked more than thirty feet when a passing Mistress stopped us. "Excuse me, but may I use your slave?" 

Mistress Kay smiled graciously. "Well, of course! What do you need?"

"I'm just dying to take a leak, but my bitch is currently getting her ass tattooed." 

Kay laughed. "On your knees, bitch. Go right ahead..."

The lady straddled me, jammed my face in her cunt and let loose. She sighed happily, then remembered her manners. "Oh, sorry. I'm Judy." She and Kay shook hands and exchanged pleasantries as I gagged and gulped down her foul tasting pee. If I had to guess, I'd say she ate a lot of asparagus to keep her urine extra strong for her slave.

I should probably mention that the slave collar also has color coding on it, indicating what slaves are freely available to be used for. Judy didn't really have to ask Kay for permission, as 'public urinal' was one of my advertised uses, as well as 'cum-dumpster' and 'anal-whore', but it was still considered polite to ask between Doms.

I expected to drink a ridiculous amount of piss on that island.

I was not wrong in that assumption. Good Lord...

Judy's rancid stream tapered off. I kept my mouth on her pussy, as I hadn't been dismissed yet, carefully licking her clean. Kay looked down at me. "Well, don't just sit there, slut. Start eating that pussy, you know you're not finished until she cums."

I looked up at Mistress Judy, who pushed my face harder into her crotch. "I quite agree. A slave should always finish the job."

I dug in, burying my tongue deep in her dripping cunt, reaching up and playing with her clit with my right hand. It only took a few minutes before she came, squirting a fair amount of girl cum all over my face. As I pulled back and finished licking her clean, I noticed we'd drawn a small crowd.

Judy patted me on the head, the hugged and kissed Kay. "Thank you! That was marvelous! We'll have to meet up later." She jogged off happily after exchanging cabin numbers with Mistress. 

A tall black man stepped up. "May I?" Kay nodded again, grinning widely as she made a 'go ahead' gesture. I spent the next hour on my knees right there on the board walk. I drank down fifteen loads of piss, nine loads of man-cum, and six more loads of girl-cum.

Damn, was my jaw sore!

Damn, was I in heaven!

Mistress finally pulled me to my feet. "Bend over and grab your ankles, fag-boi!" She had gotten incredibly turned on watching my very public usage. I bent over, and I swear I could feel all that piss and cum sloshing around in my belly. She slid in behind me, spit on the Bam, and slammed that monster into my asshole hard.

I was very glad she pre-lubed me back at the cabin, or that would've hurt like hell. Instead, it felt absolutely wonderful. 

"Ooooh, Goddamn, yes! Rape my ass, Mistress! Fuck your worthless slave hard! Yes!"

"You Goddamn perverted little anal-whore, you sick little fuckin' butt-slut! Letting yourself get ass-raped right here with a fucking audience! Fucking worthless piece of fuck-meat!" She was plowing my ass so hard it was lifting my feet off the boardwalk, the sound of her hips crashing into my backside sounding like I was being paddled.

She raped my ass right there with an appreciative audience for the next twenty minutes. She came three times while I stood there bent over moaning like a shameless whore, loving every perverted second of it. After her third orgasm, she pulled out and had me clean her filthy cock with my mouth.

While I was busy with that, she called out to our audience. "Anybody wanna fuck some ass, step right up! There's no such thing as too much butt-fucking for this little anal-whore."

So much for sight-seeing and shopping. I found myself being carried over to the beach, where several blankets had been thrown on the ground. I was dropped on my back, my legs thrown back to my shoulders, and had a dick fucking my ass and a woman squirming her tasty asshole on my mouth before I could say a word.

Kay sat there for the next three hours filming away as I was used again and again. I lost track of the pussy, ass and cock in my mouth. By the time Kay finally called a halt, she said I'd had 63 different cocks in my ass, 14 strapons, 12 fists and 3 feet.

She helped me stand up, which I did somewhat shakily. She declared she was hungry and wanted lunch. Strangely enough, I wasn't particularly hungry. 

Might have something to do with the gallons of cum and piss I'd ingested, I suppose.

She just laughed, hosed me off at a nearby beach shower, and dragged me off toward a burger shack a bit further down the beach. "C'mon, slave. A bacon-cheeseburger'll fix ya right up."

Made me puke, truth be told. Barely made it to the bathroom. I was just too damn full of all that 'liquid nourishment'. But at least that cleared out space for everything I had to swallow at the next gangbang, which commenced as soon as my Mistress finished her lunch.

I spent the afternoon strapped to a table in front of that little burger joint. There was a sign above it that said 'Welcum all Cummers!'. Every single person that came in was invited to use my body in whatever way they saw fit. 

Damn, did a lot of folks see fit to do just that!

Cocks. Fists. Beer bottles. Wine bottles. Dildos. Butt-plugs. Anything remotely phallic shaped found its way up my ass. I sucked cock. I ate pussy. I ate cum. I drank piss. I ate and cleaned ass. My ass was fucked non-stop for hours on end until it was a gaping, dripping, sore mess. I was finally allowed to orgasm when a Master had his male slave take my by now painful hardon up his ass and fuck me to completion. Of course, I ate my spunk out of the slave's ass after.

And the whole time, Mistress Kay stood there, thrilled and proud, watching her own personal fuck-toy give himself freely to dozens of strangers over and over. She got fucked herself several times, having multiple orgasms, and always giving me some cream-pie action after.

I was starting to love that island. Only my second day there, and it felt like home. My inner slut was very, very happy.

My mouth and ass were very, very sore, but I found I didn't care.

We never did do any shopping or sight-seeing that day. Actually, we were the sight a lot of other folks came to see.

By the time we crashed that night, I had been fucked by well over one hundred people, men and women, Doms and subs, resort employees, you name it. We showered, Mistress gave me a couple of painkillers and rubbed some special salve into my sore ass after giving me a thorough cleaning out. 

As I drifted off, she whispered in my ear. "I'm so proud of you, my little cum-slut bitch. You done good today. But we're only just getting started, fag-boi..."

My last thought as sleep closed in was that she might just finally find my limit...

To be continued...