2 comments/ 58609 views/ 11 favorites Master's Bitch Ch. 01 By: Masterslittlewhore I was 19 when I got kidnapped, I was walking back from a club one night, not wearing as much as I do in daylight admittedly, and as I walked past a white van, the side door slid open, a man came out of the alley next to me and pushed me hard so that I fell into the back. I tried to get up, I put up a pretty good struggle, I kicked and bit and scratched like a mad cat, but there were 3 large guys, and only one of me. So it wasn't really very long before I was lying there death staring everyone in sight with an enormous ball gag in my mouth and my wrists and ankles tied to conveniently placed metal rings in the floor of the van. One of the men laughed, and asked me if I was comfortable now, it earned him another death stare, bastard. I'd tried talking already, I sounded ridiculous, and it only made them laugh even more. So I just lay there trying to keep track of time so I'd know vaguely where we might be going. Silence was apparently the best course of action, I let a tear roll down my face, and the man who was sitting next to me started talking. "Hey sweetheart don't worry, if you cry, your face is gonna be all red by the time we get you back to our boss!" This wasn't exactly very encouraging, God I was confused, where the hell was I going, and who was their boss? "You look mighty curious sweety, maybe if you promise not to scream I'll take this nasty gag off you, promise to be quiet?" I nodded, then coughed and spluttered as he took the horrible thing out of my mouth, my jaws ached from being so stretched. When I'd thanked him, I asked him where we were going, and got told that I didn't need to know that, all I needed to know was that nobody would ever find me there. Not helpful, so who's the boss? "The guy we work for, who else?" So why does he want me? "Oh he's been watching you sugar, and he wants you, so we got you for him." Does this guy get everything he wants? "Pretty much" I was bloody uncomfortable lying there in the bumpy van and wearing nothing but a tiny little black dress and boots and I was feeling a little exposed with my legs spread. But it was a long drive, and I fell asleep eventually, I hadn't slept for 24 hours. When I woke up we'd stopped, I was being untied, and the gag was put back in, one of the men put a hood over my head, and another put a rope around my neck, I pulled away and it tightened, oh great, a strangle collar, I was fucked. My ankles were free now, but after the drive my legs were too stiff to move, I pretty much collapsed when they pulled me upright, so they sighed, sat me down again, tied my ankles together, handcuffed my wrists, and one of them threw me over his shoulder and carried me. It was freezing cold outside the van, but I heard a doorbell ring, and then a warm glow spilled out over us, I heard muffled voices, I was carried inside, and they made me stand up, whoever was on the other end of the rope tugged it, and I started walking forward, blind, tied up, and looking like a complete slut. An authoritative voice asked if I'd been touched, another one said no, I tried to protest, but apart from the gag in my mouth stopping me, the rope was pulled again, the voice was suddenly right next to my ear, "Listen slut, if you don't shut up, I won't tell my men to take the hood off and go home, I'll let them use you first, do you want that?" I shook my head, use me? What the fuck was this? Where was I? Then the voice asked why I was still dressed, and the other one said that I'd been a right bitch and they hadn't wanted to untie me. I heard a sigh, and my dress was cut of my back with a knife, then my underwear, and suddenly I was standing in front of god knows how many men completely naked. I screamed through my gag. It was a mistake, I was forced to my hands and knees, and the voice said "I warned you, you little bitch, now I'm going to take the hood off so you can see what we're going to do to you" I was almost blinded by the light in the room, it was a big room, and there were quite a few men in it, the one with the rope in his hand was quite obviously the boss, and the rest must be his employees from the way they looked at him, "Hello slut, that better? Now you see these men? They all work for me, and I'm going to give them a little treat tonight, every one of them is going to fuck you, and if you struggle, or bite, or scream then you'll be punished for it, understand?" I nodded, oh shit, what had I gotten myself into? He snapped his fingers and 2 of the men grabbed me by my arms and legs, they carried me over to a coffee table with handcuffs attached to each of its legs, I had a feeling they weren't just for decoration. Unfortunately I was right, my legs and arms were cuffed, and I was bent slightly backwards thrusting my tits forwards and making me totally accessible, and totally helpless. It was a very painful position to be in, but I couldn't move to make it more comfortable, I looked at the man, he looked at the other men in the room, "Who wants her first?" nobody spoke but they were all looking at me, scary glints in their eyes, and bulges in their trousers, the man looked around then pointed at one of them, "You," he said, "pick a hole, and fuck her" he walked over to the table, undid his belt, and his trousers, then, already rock hard, he impaled my pussy on his cock, with no warning, I wasn't even wet, can you blame me for screaming again? The boss rolled his eyes and sighed, "You think she'd learn her lesson wouldn't you Tom?" Tom laughed at this. "Well slut, this is what happens to disobedient fuck toys." Suddenly I noticed the thing in his hand, it had 3 clips all attached to a chain, and I had a feeling that it might look like a Y when it was put on, I shook my head furiously, terrified, all the men laughed, and the boss stepped forwards, one clip on each nipple, and he let them snap shut on my tender buds, blinding pain shot through me, and I would have collapsed if that had been at all possible, but it wasn't, and as he took the last clip slowly down my body, the chains on the nipple clamps tugged painfully, although, it wasn't quite as painful as when he let the last clip snap shut on my clit, I screamed, I couldn't help it! Another sigh, "carry on, make her regret that." He came forward again, cock still looking very threatening, I shook my head and struggled, then realised that that made my whole body shake, which made the chain pull even tighter on me, so I stayed still. But I noticed that my pussy was getting wet, I tried to tell myself it was him not me, but somehow, I knew that was not completely true. This time, Tom was no gentler in forcing his way inside me, but I bit down on the gag and stayed silent, even though the tears rolled down my face and into my hair. Every time he thrust himself into me, he pushed on the clamp attacking my clit, the pain nearly made me black out, I was convinced I wouldn't last the night in this place, I'd die of the pain, or they'd torture me to death, or just get bored of me and kill me to shut me up. After what felt like hours, Tom thrust extra hard against me, then pulled out and came all over my aching and violated body. The next one wanted to fuck my arse, his cock was enormous, ridiculously thick and long, I tried to struggle, but it was useless, there was a wolfish grin on his face, I had a feeling I wasn't going to like this. I managed not to scream, but I didn't manage to keep completely silent, the boss came over and tugged on the chain again, he pulled it as far up as it would go, then gave it to the man inside me and told him to hold it there. It was pure agony, truly unbearable, and after about 5 minutes of that and being arse raped, I don't remember any more. Master's Bitch Ch. 02 When I woke up, I was lying in a four poster bed, covered in cum, and aching everywhere, my throat felt as though I'd never be able to speak again, my arse ached so bad I nearly cried, and my pussy felt as though I'd been fucked by a horse, not just a few men. I tried to get up out of the bed, and found out that I'd been tied to it, loosely enough to wriggle a bit, but I'd never have got free. I wasn't gagged any more though, that was good, and the hood hadn't been put back on, so I could see round the room, except that when I did, I wished I couldn't. My bed and a soft armchair next to it were the only comfy looking pieces of furniture in the room. The rest consisted of a pole set in the middle of the room, with several hooks quite high up it and a pair of handcuffs draped over one; a table at about waist height, with 2 metal rings set in it, a pair of handcuffs attached to each one, there was also a long wooden bench. On the wall, was a truly terrifying collection of painful looking things, clamps first, some attached with thin chains or ropes, some just nipple clamps, and some Y clamps, and some with hooks at the end of the chains on which one could hang small, but painful weights, whips of every conceivable size and material, floggers ranging from soft rubber to a very hard looking leather, a collection of plugs, arranged in size order, from one which would have been almost unnoticeable, to one which I thought would probably rip open anyone who was unfortunate enough to have it inside them, then came the dildos, in every shape, colour and size, then gags, rings, balls, and leather bits, and finally hoods and blindfolds. I struggled hard against my ropes, but whoever had tied the knots was an expert; they wouldn't budge. I gave up hope of ever getting out of this house of horrors alive, I screamed and screamed at the top of my lungs. This was why I didn't hear the door open and the man everyone had called the boss last night come in, I didn't notice he was in the room until a riding crop descended on my nipple, it was agony, but because I'd already been screaming, this actually made me shut my mouth. "I thought you'd learnt your lesson last night you little slut, now what happens to disobedient fuck toys?" I bit my lip and tried to look sorry, not sure if he wanted me to answer or just shut up. Luckily I'd done the right thing, he said "good," then stood up, and told me that, because I'd passed out quite quickly the previous night, his men had had to fuck my inert body, and as they didn't like that, I needed to be punished. This didn't sound good. "Now slut, can you be a good girl and do what I say, or do I have to put the collar on you again?" I said I'd be good, and got a painful slap across the face. "If you wish to speak to me, whore, you will address me as master, and you will not speak unless I give you permission, understood?" "Yes master." "Good. Now get up and stand with your back to that pole and your arms above your head." I did as he said and watched in silent terror as he took a leather bit off the wall and fastened it in my mouth, then he cuffed my wrists and slipped the handcuffs over a hook that was so high it forced me on to my tiptoes. I watched in mute horror as he walked around the room, choosing things to use on me, a considerably sized dildo, a butt plug of around the same size, (ouch) the rubber flogger, a riding crop, and finally, with an evil smile, 3 of the clamps and their weights. I bit down hard on my gag, should I try to plead with him, or would that just make it worse? Could it get any worse? "Please, please master, I'll be good I promise, but please don't hurt me, please!" I'd forgotten about the bit, my words came out as an incomprehensible burble. "I thought I told you not to speak without permission whore." Oh shit, maybe better to shut up and take it then. Shit, this looked nasty. "Well as punishment for that little outburst, I think I'll blindfold you as well. On second thoughts, a blindfold is too good for you, I'll use the hood. You won't be able to see, hear, or speak at all, and every time you try to make another sound, your punishment will increase, and if you pass out, we'll have to start all over again. Understood?" I nodded, in shock, how the hell was I going to stand this? He took the bit out of my mouth and put the hood over my head, he was right, I couldn't hear, or see, and although there was a hole around my mouth, he quickly filled that with a rubber ball. I stood there, naked and shivering, for what seemed like forever until finally, with a blinding, burning pain, one of my nipples was clamped, then the next, I nearly passed out right then, my buds were still sore from the previous night, but I remembered what he'd said and managed to keep upright. The last clamp was the worst, I'd known it was coming, so I bit down on the gag as hard as I could to stop myself screaming, my knees buckled though, and a few seconds later I felt the flogger connect with my breasts, whipping not only the soft flesh, but the nipple clamps as well. God this guy was cruel, his next move was to hook the weights on to the clamps, clit first this time he let the weight drop, with no attempt to be gentle whatsoever. Fuck it felt like it was going to rip my clit off! The nipple ones were almost as bad. My head was swimming and he hadn't even used half his instruments of torture! Focus, I had to focus on staying awake, and keeping quiet. He turned me round so that I was facing the pole, and pushed me hard against it, it was cold between my breasts, and I shivered, shaking the weights so that they swung gently and tugged even harder on my 3 most tender spots. I felt the riding crop caressing my sides and back, then he slid it down into my crack, and to my horror, I suddenly found that I was dripping wet. This wasn't fair, I didn't want this! Now suddenly, I had to concentrate on stopping myself getting so slick, as well as keeping quiet and not passing out! Oh fuck. The crop was lifted again, my face burned with embarrassment, which I was glad he couldn't see. Suddenly there was a stripe of white hot fire across my back, I think I must have gasped or something, because he took the hood off and the gag out and said that this would be the extra punishment, I would be able to see and hear everything, but if I made another sound, he would make me so sore I wouldn't be able to sit down for a month. I nodded, in silent horror. He teased my sensitive skin with the riding crop, stroking it gently and occasionally whacked me with it, I was biting my lip so hard I'd drawn blood, I could feel it trickling down my chin, but I hardly noticed, the pain everywhere else was too much for that. The stripes of fire across my back were stinging like hell, and there were tears rolling down my face, however hard I tried to stop them, they wouldn't dry up. And all this time, as my nipples and clit felt as though they were being ripped off, and my back was being tortured by this guy with a riding crop, my pussy, my traitorous pussy, was dripping, I could feel my honey dripping down my thighs, I tried to lock my legs closer together, hoping against hope that he wouldn't notice, my cheeks were burning almost as much as my back now, I was sure I was bright red, and I was very glad that I was still facing the pole, he couldn't see my embarrassment. "Oh slut, you really are enjoying this aren't you?" Fuck. How does he know?! He opened my legs, forcing them apart with the tip of the crop, stroking my thighs gently, and landing little stinging blows which made me tremble even more than the effort of standing in such an uncomfortable position, and being as wet as I was. Then something hard was rubbing my slit, teasing my poor abused clit and slicking up in my juices, he laughed again, a wicked chuckle, damn, tied up and in the control of a sadist, could this get any worse? Apparently it could, the thing he was rubbing me with was the butt plug, it was slippery with my juices now, and he began to screw it slowly into my tightest hole, I was glad he was doing it slowly, giving me time to adjust, but as it went further inside me, it got wider, and more painful, the tears were flowing freely down my face now. Thankfully, just when I thought that if the plug got any wider it would rip me open, it got narrower, but he compensated for that by forcing the last inch or two in hard and fast. As my body adjusted to the intrusion, he went back to his stinging little blows on my legs, my ass, hitting the cheeks alternately, and with scientific precision, no two blows fell in the same place, he clearly didn't want to mark me, not too much at least, but my ass must have been cherry red by now, it was burning with the pain. Sometimes the crop would land on the base of the plug, sending the vibrations deep inside me and making me gasp and whimper, and then pray that he hadn't heard me. The dildo came next, I watched him walk over to the bed and pause, choosing what to torture me with next. The glint in his eyes was terrifying as he brought it towards me, he was a wolf about to devour his helpless prey. I struggled even more, determined not to enjoy this, I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. But my pussy had a mind of its own, it was tingling in anticipation, dripping with renewed energy, he brought it towards me. "Do you want this slut? Do you want me to fuck you with it and make you cum? Look at you, you little whore, you're dripping wet, you're loving this aren't you?" I shook my head vigorously, I wouldn't give in to him. He sighed and picked up the flogger, he brought it down hard across my breasts, attacking my already tortured nipples further, "Don't lie to me slut, now answer me, do you want me to make you come you whore?" I hung my head and mumbled. "Yes" "Yes what you disobedient whore? Show me you mean it." "Yes please master. Please make me come." "That's better, maybe I'll let you, when I've had my fun." That didn't sound good. He got back to work on my front with the flogger, the rubber was soft, it wouldn't leave any permanent marks, but every blow, with it's 10 little tails stung beyond any other pain, no part of my body was left untouched, he brought it down on my feet, my legs, he whipped it up between my legs and drenched it in my juices, brought it up to my stomach, and my breasts, hitting the nipple clamps hard and making me convulse in pain, a blow to each side of my neck, and then he dragged it slowly over my face, I screwed up my eyes, he chuckled again and brought it down on my face, one cheek at a time. Now I was stinging and sore all over, the blows to my face made worse by the tears covering it. I didn't open my eyes until I felt the clamp on my clit being taken off, I creased as much as was possible as the blood returned, shuddering in the ecstasy of pain. He chuckled again, and rammed the dildo inside me, I nearly came right then, with the sudden sensation of being totally filled, I groaned in pleasure, and heard him sigh, "Oh slut, what have I told you about speaking without permission?" I tried to look apologetic, it didn't work, he took the dildo out of my pussy and filled my mouth with it, "suck it clean whore." He moved behind me, back to the wall with all the toys on it, and then came back, from behind me he tied a blindfold over my eyes, but instead of fastening it behind my head, he fastened it behind the pole, forcing my head back, and making me even more helpless than before! Apparently though, a blindfold was not the only thing he had picked off the wall, he'd also chosen another dildo, he slid it slowly down my body and into my slit, it felt huge, I tried to escape it, struggling furiously, and heard that chuckle again, oh God, this thing was going to rip me open! He slid inside me agonisingly slowly, it was slightly narrower at the tip, but its base was huge, it filled me totally, he fucked me slowly with it, so slowly that I found myself trying to groan with impatience, but stopped myself just in time, who knows how bad it might get if I allowed another sound to get past my lips, although, thanks to the dildo in my mouth, that wouldn't be too easy. I was moving as much as my bondage would allow to fuck the dildo back, I found that, huge as it was, the sensations it produced were incredible, an ecstasy of pain, I was practically blinded with the pleasure, completely out of control, there was nothing I could have done to escape him even if I'd wanted to. "Do you want to come whore?" I nodded, he took the dildo out of my mouth so that I could answer him. "I said do you want to come whore?" "Yes master. Please, please let me come!" I was desperate, not sure if I was making any sense or just burbling in stupid, mind numbing pleasure. "Beg me you little slut, beg me to let you come." I begged, I whimpered and shook and pleaded as he kept me on the brink of orgasm, holding me back by his agonising slowness, if I tried to fuck the dildo back, he would hold it just out of my reach, teasing my lips with it, stroking so gently it almost hurt, then when I'd given up hope of ever being allowed to come, he'd force it into me, smoothly, confidently, and my dripping, greedy pussy took it all in making me gasp and groan again. When I thought I was going to pass out with this torture, he began to fuck me faster, and harder, his thumb hitting my clit as he thrust the dildo deep inside me, making me thrash about in the ecstasy of an orgasm that crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsed, I thrashed about blindly, I was trembling all over, I couldn't see for the pleasure, but he didn't stop, he thrust it into me harder and faster, not letting me down from the peak of my orgasm, and wave after wave crashed over me, until I could stand no more. My knees buckled, and I would have collapsed if it hadn't been for the handcuffs holding me up. I think I must have passed out because the last thing I remember was being lifted slightly so that my hands could be freed and then I collapsed properly. Master's Bitch Ch. 03 When I woke up I was back in the bed, not tied up this time, I didn't need to be, I was too weak to move, and the door was locked anyway. Having found this out, I decided that since I couldn't escape, I might as well go back to sleep, my punishment had worn me out. I slept well, and apparently very deeply, because when I woke up, I wasn't in the bed any more, but tied to a bench in the main room with all the men standing around me again, my heart sank, please god not again, I didn't think I could take it. "God she's filthy, I think she needs a wash, don't you guys?" "Hell yes, she's disgusting, I've never seen such a dirty whore!" What were they talking about? Why was I tied to a bench if they were going to wash me? And, Oh no, I struggled as hard as I could, damn these knots! They weren't going to wash me with water, every man was unzipping his trousers, and laughing at my pointless struggles. "On 3 guys! One! Two! Three!" They must have been saving it up all day! I was soaked in piss in no time, from head to toe, dripping with it, and crying with the shame of being used like a toilet, they all laughed at me again, as my cheeks burned and the whip cuts I'd been punished with stung painfully. "Open your mouth slut!" One of them was yelling at me, I shook my head, there was no way I was going to open my mouth! Whoever it was pinched my nose hard, I held out for as long as I could, but I had to open my mouth to breathe eventually, and when I did my mouth was filled with his warm piss, and my ears filled with the laughter of the other men, and his voice "Swallow it you whore, spill a drop and I'll make you drink the piss of every man in this room for a week! Understand me?" I understood, but I couldn't swallow all of it, I tried, but despite my best efforts I must have spilled some of it because I felt a slap stinging the side of my face, "I warned you whore. Guys, go take a long drink, and you slut, we'll be back for you, don't go anywhere!" More laughter, I scowled at him, bastard, how the hell was I going to get out of this one?! I lay on the hard bench crying, and trying to get the taste of his urine out of my mouth. I must have fallen asleep eventually, because when I woke up I was being untied, then 2 of the men carried me into a bathroom, I was put into the bath tub and the men all stood around me, still drinking cans of beer. I tried to get out of the bath, and 2 of the men held me down, I was in for it now. The men were apparently going to take it in turns to piss on me, making it last even longer, and one of them brought a case of beer into the room. I had a feeling this wasn't going to be over quickly. The first one came up to the bath, straddled it so that his dick was almost in my mouth and let go, it seemed to go on forever, and now I understood why I was in the bath, I was going to have to lie in anything I couldn't swallow, I felt disgusting already. I swallowed for all I was worth, but didn't manage to get all of it, a few drops escaped my lips and dribbled down into my hair. As the men came on in turns I almost gave up swallowing at all, I just couldn't swallow any more, I felt sick, I was slapped several times, and then one of them said: "Ok slut, we won't make you drink it any more, but we're going to wash your hair, you're going to sit still until we say you can move, otherwise we'll make you drink everything in that bath. Got it?" I nodded, one of them helped me onto my knees then pushed my head forwards so that my hair covered my face, the men stood around me again, and one by one, all pissed into my hair, drenching me, the bath filled up slowly, and I was made to lie down in it again, it was going cold, I shivered. "Aww slut. Look guys, she's cold, I reckon we need to top up that bath a bit more!" There was another laugh, and they got back to their drinking, every so often one of them would come and piss on me, another few cases of beer were fetched, these guys could sure hold their drink. The bath got slowly fuller, and then one of them asked me if I needed to piss, this reminded me that I really did, I was desperate, but they clearly had no intention of letting me out of the bath. "Piss girl, we know you want to, go on, let it go." I shook my head, he sighed, and reached his hand between my legs, stroking them, then he began to tease and flick my clit, I didn't think I could take any more of it, I had to go. Oh what the hell, it couldn't make it any worse! They cheered and laughed. "God you really are a filthy whore aren't you, lying in a bath full of piss, you filthy, disgusting whore, you slut, I think you need to be taught a lesson!" Oh shit not another one! "come on, out of the bath." They took me out and put me in the shower, there was soap! Oh thank God, I could get myself clean! I washed gratefully, not caring that they were all still watching me, I washed my hair and soaped myself all over, then rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. One of them advanced on me with a towel, and rubbed me dry, I felt better now, cleaner. A woman, the first one I'd seen in this house, came in, she was wearing a maid's outfit, a very revealing one. "Master would like to see his new slut now." She walked over to me, grabbed my wrist, and practically dragged me out of the room accompanied by the disappointed groans of the men and down the maze of corridors. "Kneel slut." I looked at her blankly, "on you fucking knees you little whore." I got to my knees, and she leant against the wall "you will do exactly as I say slut, do you understand?" I nodded "Good, now tongue fuck my pussy, and don't stop till I tell you to." I'm straight, I've never been with a woman before, I don't even know what to do! I have a feeling that not obeying might result in another punishment, so I put my head between her legs, smelling her sweet musk, ok, just relax, it can't be that bad, and at least she was shaved, so it would be smooth. Ok, just go for it, pay plenty of attention to her clit and it'll all be over quickly. I must have done pretty well judging by the gasps and moans, I flicked my tongue along her slit, gently opening her lips with my tongue, then I'd lap at her clit like a cat with cream. After about 5 minutes of this, she suddenly grabbed my head and pulled it up so that I was almost suffocating in her cum, she shuddered, and let out a long gasp. I pulled my head out from under her skirt. "Did I tell you to stop whore? Lick me clean." I obeyed, actually, I was getting wet myself, maybe I'm bisexual... When she finally told me I could stop, I pulled my head out from her skirt, breathing in the cooler air, and looked around me, the men were standing around us, silently watching, and there was a bulge in every man's trousers. The woman smiled at them "she's going to see her master now, you'll have to ask his permission if you want to use her again." We walked through them and along another corridor, she knocked on a large oak door and entered, "your new slut master." She shoved me forward and I went in, it was an office, quite a large one, the desk was huge, and three of the walls were lined with books, the carpet was a dark, rich red, the colour of fresh blood. On the wall not covered in bookshelves, was a collection of riding crops, handcuffs, a length of rope, a long, slightly curved, metal pole with loops in it, and a few other painful looking things. The master was sitting behind the desk, apparently working. "Come here slut." I walked forward, my feet sinking into the thick, soft carpet, when I was nearly at the desk he said, "stop, now bend over slut, rest your head on the desk." I did as I was told, he stood up. The desk was waist high, and quite long, but narrow enough that, bent over as I was, he could grab my hair and force his dick into my mouth, he was not as long as some of his employees, but he was thick, and rock hard, and he knew how to make a woman scream in several different ways. He fucked my mouth till I gagged, let me rest a bit, then did it again, ignoring my efforts to escape his pole, he rammed himself down my throat again and again until he came, it flowed into my mouth, wave after wave of it, and I couldn't swallow it, "good slut, now, don't swallow till I tell you, and don't even try to spit, you know what happens to disobedient whores don't you?" I nodded, my mouth full of his hot cum as he slowly slipped out of my mouth. He reached into a drawer in his desk, and pulled out a blindfold, he tied it around my eyes, everything was pitch black, and his voice was next to my ear, telling me not to move. I heard him walk around the desk, and I imagined him standing in front of his wall of torture, wondering what he should use on me. He came back, told me to sit on the floor, and cuffed my ankles, then he attached the other end of each pair of cuffs to what must have been a spreader bar. I wondered briefly what the curve was for, then I found out. He lifted the bar, and my legs with it, until he could put the bar behind my head, now I was totally helpless, my legs wide open, totally exposed. He tied my hands to the bar as well, now I couldn't even fight, struggling would be useless, I already knew his knots wouldn't give. "You can swallow now slut. You passed out this morning before I could use you, I think that was a little selfish of you, so this time, if you pass out before I say you may go, I will cane your clit until you wake up, understood?" "Yes master." Oh dear god, but it wasn't my fault I kept passing out! I didn't mean to! He took a vibrator out of his pocket, turned it on, and began to tease me with it, stroking my slit, making me wetter and wetter, he held it against my clit until I began to shiver, and then held it to my lips and told me to clean off my juices. When he returned it to my slit, he parted my lips with it, I tried to move towards it, to take it inside me, but he just laughed, and held it so that I could only just feel it vibrating against my sex. He tormented me like this for what seemed like hours, and after a little while, he began to bite my nipples, hard, almost chewing them, twisting them between his teeth and pulling them away from my body, I arched my back to ease the pain, but it was difficult in my present position. His teeth were so sharp, and he attacked my tender nipples with them, I tried to keep silent, but it was too much, I gasped and groaned, and was teetering on the brink of an earth shattering orgasm when he turned the vibrator off and went back to the other side of his desk. I groaned in disappointment, I'd been so close! A moment later he untied me, and led me, still blindfold through a door, he threw me down onto a bed, and began to tie my ankles and wrists to the bedposts at each corner. I seemed to be spending a lot of my time recently completely helpless. I felt the end of the bed dip slightly under his weight, he crawled up between my legs, biting the soft flesh of my inner thighs savagely, I gasped at the sudden pain, when he reached my exposed and dripping sex, he bit my lips, I struggled in pain, and suddenly his teeth were fastened on my clit, pulling it, twisting it. I struggled, pain blinding me more effectively than my blindfold, I must have cried out, because he slapped me then, and said that since I clearly needed to be taught a lesson, he would let all of his men watch my punishment as well, he got off the bed, and a door opened, I heard the men filing in, and then the master was back, I knew it by a sudden, blinding pain in my clit, I gasped "no, please! Master!" I couldn't form a sentence the pain was so great, I struggled and struggled, knowing it was no good, but I couldn't bear to be helpless, the blows of the whip rained down all over my body, and my skin burned where they landed, the pain was unbearable, and every time I thought I must pass out, he would land an extra hard one on my clit, my nipples ached, and he attacked them ferociously, my entire body was covered in red stripes, but there was almost no white in the most sensitive places. I begged then, my entire body was aching and stinging and throbbing, and I must have looked like a red and white zebra, and it hurt my pride to beg, but I begged him to stop, told him I'd do anything if he'd only stop. He stopped. "You have to do anything I want whore, I own you now, nobody will ever find you, and if you try to escape, I will use a knife instead of a riding crop to punish you, and I can assure you that it will hurt much, much more." I cried then, I didn't want to be owned, I wanted to be free, and to be able to carry on with my life, I missed my parents, my friends, how could he own me? Was I just property now? A possession which could be bought, sold, and discarded when I got old and worn out? Master's Bitch Ch. 04 When I woke, warm and comfortable in the soft bed, it took me a while to remember where I was, then I realised that I'd fallen asleep before I could get cleaned up, I was covered in cum. I managed to stagger out of the bed and find a door which led to a bathroom, I ran a deep, steaming bath, filled it with bubbles, and stepped in, sinking into the perfumed water, almost falling asleep again. I washed myself slowly, not rushing, soaping myself all over, massaging my aching muscles, straining to keep my eyes open as I battled against sleep. When I decided that I was clean, I ran a freezing cold shower over my body, rinsing off the bubbles and waking me up very effectively. I climbed out, shivering, and found a towel, it was huge, and soft, I wrapped myself in it and rubbed myself dry, still trying to warm up. When I was clean and dry, I realised that I didn't have any idea where my clothes were, and there were none in the room where I'd slept. This presented a slight problem, but I did have the towel, and it was more than decent. So, wrapped in a towel, I opened another door out of the bedroom, and found the study, it was empty. The previous night, I had noticed that there were lots of doors out of the bedroom, and as I had some time on my hands now, I decided to do a bit of exploring, I opened the next door, and found a cupboard full of cleaning things, mops, buckets and bottles of bleach. Next was a door which led into an empty corridor, though not one I'd seen before, where was everyone? The house was silent, and every room seemed to be deserted, was it so early that people weren't up yet? Having opened all the doors, and not found anything interesting, I went back to the study and crossed it to the door I had come in by before, I stood with my ear against the door, listening, but I couldn't hear anything. I opened the door cautiously, wondering if there would be anyone on the other side. There wasn't, this corridor too was deserted, this was eerie, where could everyone be? Was the house so enormous that they could be hidden somewhere where I could neither see nor hear them? Oh well. I was starving, I wandered down the corridor in search of a kitchen, wondering where it might be, and if I'd ever find it in a house as large as this. I opened every door I came to, and found nothing very interesting, some of the rooms were bedrooms, or bathrooms, or TV rooms, some had sofas and fireplaces, with walls lined with books, and some were just bare rooms, with a bench along one side, and a small window in the door, they looked like prison cells. Finally, I came to a room with a fridge, a toaster, an oven, and all the other things one might expect to find in a kitchen, I put some bread in the toaster and raided the fridge to find something to put on my toast, honey, marmite, jam, there was certainly plenty of choice. I chose a dark jam, which was probably cherry, and spread the toast thickly with it. I was sitting on the counter, wondering what to do next, when the Master appeared at the door. "I've been looking for you slut, what are you doing in here?" I slipped off the counter, blushing guiltily. "I was hungry master, I was just having breakfast." He laughed, though not unkindly and stood against the wall. "Come here slut, and I'll give you some breakfast." I walked towards him, and he put a hand on top of my head, forcing me down onto my knees, now I realised what his idea of breakfast was, and I was glad I'd had my toast, I sucked his hardness, content to please him, and he stroked my hair, I would have purred if I'd been able, but I was too busy sucking him, my head bobbing up and down, my tongue swirling round his tip, tasting the slightly salty precum there before sinking down on him, taking him into my mouth so deep that his balls slapped against my chin and concentrating on the vein at the base of his shaft, which pulsed against my tongue, I heard him groan and smiled around him, then the stroking stopped, he seized a handful of my hair, and used it to hold me still while he fucked my mouth, getting faster and faster, I could hardly breathe, and every time my throat was free, I pulled air in, fighting for it before I was impaled on his shaft again. Finally, he thrust into me as hard as he could, holding my head against him, I felt his balls tighten, and suddenly he shuddered, releasing his cum straight down my throat, bypassing the need to swallow. I was slick again, my clit pulsing from the power trip of being the object of his desire, the one who had his cum, I smiled and kissed his tip as he released my head and I could breathe again. "Come on slut, let's go, and leave that towel here, I don't remember giving you permission to wear anything in my house." He walked off, and I followed, leaving the towel reluctantly, and trying to cover my nakedness with my hands. We came to a room full of clothes, mostly corsets, chastity belts and the like, and he told me to sit on a stool in the centre of the room and close my eyes, I did so, and heard him moving around the room, presumably choosing what I was to wear. I felt a corset tighten around my middle, it cupped my breasts but did not even cover my nipples. He pulled it tight at the back, lacing it ferociously before knotting it firmly. Then came a collar, and a leash was clipped to it. That appeared to be all the clothing I was going to be allowed. "On your hands and knees slut, you crawl from now on unless I give you permission to walk, you will do exactly as you are told by me, or you will be punished, you will not speak unless you are spoken to, you come when you are called, your name is Raven, and you will answer to it now, I do not care if you have had other names. And you will have a tail as you are now my bitch." A tail? What was he on about? Then I felt a plug being forced up my arse, I wriggled to adjust to its size, and felt leather thongs brush the backs of my legs. There was a mirror in the room and the master led me over to it, I crawled around and saw myself, I looked like a complete whore, with a red leather collar, studded with small metal spikes like a dog's collar, a tight corset, and my tail, I wiggled my ass, and the tail swung from side to side, the thongs slapping my legs gently. "There's a good slut, now come on, we're going to go and play." He tugged on my leash and we went out of the room, I crawled after him as fast as I could, but apparently it wasn't fast enough, he pulled harder on the lead, and I struggled to keep up with him. I was too busy trying to keep up to notice where we were going, but eventually he opened a door and led me through it, we were outside, and he had a tennis ball in his hand, he held it to my face for a moment, then threw it, calling "fetch girl!" I looked at him in disbelief, then decided to play disobedient dog, he'd unclipped the lead, and I rolled onto my side, looking at him evenly. There was no way I was going to fetch his bloody ball. "Raven you disobedient bitch, you will fetch that ball and you will bring it back to me. Now!" I was stubborn, and there was no way I was going to go looking for his ball. Suddenly he produced a riding crop, ok! Fine, I'd go and get his flipping ball, I crawled off through the grass, looking for it, he hadn't thrown it far luckily. I was about to pick it up with my hand when I realised that I was supposed to be a bitch, so I carried it, in my mouth, back to him, and dropped it at his feet, then waggled my tail, maybe if I could keep him in a good mood, this wouldn't be so bad. He threw it again, and I wandered off to find it, picking it up in my mouth again and bringing it back to him. I looked up expectantly at him, still holding it in my mouth until he said "Drop it Raven." I did, letting it fall at his feet, and then looking up at him again, panting and wagging my tail. He laughed "Good girl Raven, good girl." He patted my head, my hair had been pulled back into pigtails, like floppy dog's ears, and he stroked me now, I wagged my tail again, panting loudly. He picked up the ball again, and threw it, farther this time, I wandered off to find it, and eventually came across it in some long grass, I picked it up, and went back to Master, no sooner was the ball in his hand than he'd thrown it over my head again. He repeated this process until I was tired out, and crawling on aching knees and sore hands. He threw it one last time, I retrieved it, and ambled back to Master, looking up at him with my best puppy dog eyes, and holding the ball in my mouth, he sat on the step, and pulled me towards him by the ball in my mouth, he stroked my head, then pulled the ball free, and unzipped his trousers, it was all the command I needed, and I didn't want to get told off for not obeying it, I sucked until he came into my mouth, then held his juices in my mouth, looking up at him for permission to swallow, he turned me around, and finger fucked my pussy till I came, almost choking on the cum that I was still holding in my mouth even as he told me to swallow and I shivered and almost collapsed with the pleasure. Master's Bitch Ch. 05 "Come on girl, lets take you inside, I think you deserve a treat for being so good for master. Come on." And he led me back inside, we went to one of the TV rooms, and he sat down on the sofa, I tried to crawl up next to him, but he pushed me down again "No Raven, not on the sofa, here's a cushion for you." And he threw a cushion onto the floor at his feet, so I climbed onto it, facing him, and panted at him, wagging my tail. He laughed, and stroked my head, then, undoing his trousers, he pulled my head into his lap, and told me to suck. I did, and he turned the TV on, I licked and sucked on his shaft for all I was worth, trying to make him ignore the TV, he stroked me again, and I wagged my tail as I sucked, occasionally letting him out of my mouth to lap at his balls, caressing them with my tongue before sinking back onto his shaft, slowly taking him deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling along his length, my eyes half closed in pleasure, not rushing, just taking my time in pleasing master. After about 10 minutes of this, I realised that this guy had pretty good stamina, and made it my goal to get past his iron control and make him cum. I moaned and groaned around his shaft, taking it deep into my mouth and feeling him against the back of my throat, I swallowed around him, and licked hard, bringing one hand up to caress and tickle his balls, whilst concentrating on making him cum. Suddenly I was lifted off him by my pigtails, I tried to get back to his cock, but his face was up against mine, he kissed me hard, biting my lips and forcing his tongue deep into my mouth, when he stopped, I was completely breathless, "Up Raven, come and lie on master's lap." I wagged my tail, and clambered onto the sofa, lying on my back over his lap. He began to stroke me, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch of his warm hands all over my body, my tummy, my breasts, my legs, he lifted one of my legs, and rested it over the back of the sofa, then pushed the other one so that it hung over the edge, then stroked the insides of my legs, getting ever closer to my sex, teasing me unbearably, brushing my clit delicately with one finger, before returning to stroking me and pinching my nipples gently. I whined with impatience and frustration, wishing that I could cum from mere stroking, he chuckled, and plunged three fingers into me, sliding in easily because I was so wet. My back arched and I gasped with the pleasure, he finger fucked me slowly, but hard, his fingers going deep into me, and his thumb hitting my clit with each thrust. I moaned again, willing him to go faster, and he pulled his fingers out of me, I opened my eyes and looked up at him, begging him with puppy dog eyes to put them back, he chuckled again and put the fingers in my mouth, he didn't even have to tell me to lick them clean, I licked and sucked on his fingers, relishing the taste of my pleasure, and he began to rub his fist along my slit, coating it in my juices, rubbing my clit, making me shiver, and slowly, agonisingly slowly, he began to force his entire fist inside me, it began to hurt, and I struggled, but I was caught, unable to move, with his fingers in my mouth, holding my head in place, and his fist stopping me from escaping that way. Then he was inside me, his fist filling me beyond belief, and he gently pulled back and forth inside me, getting harder and harder, his wrist rubbing my clit now, making me shiver and arch my back, moaning around his fingers, and biting them, holding them in my mouth, I came then, biting his fingers harder, and groaning as I thrashed about, unable to see for the orgasm that ripped through me, leaving me trembling, little aftershocks coursing through me, I smiled, eyes half closed. "Down Raven, off the sofa with your muddy paws, go lay on your cushion." Damn, I was getting real comfy on his lap, I gave him my puppy dog eyes, but he shoved me so that I practically fell off his lap. I scrambled over to the cushion and curled up on it, watching the television, half asleep, and then properly asleep, curled up like a dog on my cushion. I woke up when master whistled, and started to stand up sleepily, then remembered that I wasn't supposed to stand, I stretched and yawned, then wagged my tail and sat at his feet. "Walkies Raven, come on girl!" He clipped the lead onto my collar, and we set off, not outside this time, but exploring the house, the other men were around now, back from wherever they'd been, and I felt like I was being paraded, shown off, most of the men bent down to stroke me, or pat me. Then we got to the main living room, and the men sat on the sofas around the wall, Master let me off the leash and pushed me into the middle of the circle, I looked up at him. "Now Raven, we're going to show my friends how well trained and obedient you are, for every time you do something right, you'll get a treat, and for everything you do something wrong, or disobey an order, you'll get two strokes of the cane." I wagged my tail, "roll over!" I rolled, and the men laughed, "well done girl, do it again!" I did, and then wagged my tail, looking up at master for the next instruction "shake hands girl" I put out a hand and he took it, "good girl, now, lick Master's feet." I wrinkled my nose, but obeyed, licking his toes gingerly. "Properly bitch, show master you love licking his feet, or do you want to be punished?" I went back to his feet and lapped at them with my tongue, trying to act like I was enjoying myself. The men laughed again, and master gave his next instruction, "now Raven, suck Master's dick." I didn't hesitate this time, but took his shaft straight down my throat, my tongue caressing it. He stroked my hair, and fucked my mouth, holding my head still as he did. Then he let me go, and said "sit girl!" I did, and he went and sat on a chair, "now Raven, you're going to show my friends what a good girl you are and let them fuck your mouth aren't you?" I looked round the room, there were a lot of men in it, I nodded reluctantly, and the first man stood up, his erection bouncing slightly as he walked into the centre of the room, right in front of me, he snapped his fingers, and I rose to my knees. At the same time, he grabbed my pig-tails and rammed himself into my mouth, fucking it hard and deep, hitting the back of my throat, and making me gag, he came quickly into my mouth, and I held his cum in my mouth until Master told me I could swallow, then I licked my lips. He laughed, and the next one came up, rock hard and huge, my lips stretched to take him, but he was so long, he surely wasn't going to go all the way into me! But he was, slowly, a little deeper with each thrust, until finally, his balls swung against my chin, I gagged, unable to breathe, he filled my throat, I was going to choke on him, but then he came, straight down my throat, and let me go, I sank back onto my knees and gulped down air. Finally, when my throat was aching and I didn't think I could take another assault on my mouth, or my bruised lips, the last one stepped up, he came quickly, for which I was grateful, I swallowed, and looked up at master. "Well done Raven, what a good little cock sucker you are, now, time for a rest I think." He led me away by my collar, to a cushion in the corner, I sank onto it and fell asleep quickly, glad of the rest. Master's Bitch Ch. 06 A whistle woke me up, but I was too tired to move, so I yawned and rolled over, ignoring master's call. A hard slap on my ass made me sit up guiltily. "Dinner time Raven, come bitch." I went, following him out of the room and into a kitchen on all fours, "sit." I tried to get onto one of the chairs at the kitchen table, but he pulled my hair backwards, so that I was looking up at him, completely helpless "No bitch, on the floor, you do not sit on chairs any more." A tear fell from my eye, my head hurt. I sank to the floor and sat, looking up at him, he put a dog bowl in front of me, and said "stay." I didn't move, but suddenly I realised I was starving, I stared longingly at the bowl, it was full of cereal, a little milk splashed over it, then a bowl of water was put down next to it, and both were put under the table, "eat bitch." I crawled under the table, to hungry to protest, and lapped at the cereal, then the water. As I was eating my supper, the men came into the kitchen to eat theirs, they all sat round the table and very soon I was surrounded by shoes, it wasn't a very large table and many of the shoes connected with my nearly naked body, I whined with each kick, trying to eat my food as quickly as possible so I could get out and away from the vicious shoes. Unfortunately, when I had finished, I realised that I was trapped, each leg was like a bar in my cage, and none of them budged when I threw myself against them, trying in vain to get free and out from under the table. As I struggled to get out, they kicked harder, and I began to cry, a boot connected with my cheek, and I felt blood. I curled up in the middle of the table, trying to avoid all the boots, and protecting my face, and cried there, feeling claustrophobic. Finally, they'd finished eating, and I heard master's voice, "Raven! Come on out girl." I crawled out almost reluctantly, wary of the feet all around me, trying to wipe my tears away, he walked out of the room and I followed, and sat at his feet when he sat down on a sofa, then he saw the cut on my cheek, and I whined in pain as he touched it. He stroked my head, and I rested it in his lap making puppy dog eyes to be allowed to sit on the sofa. "Slut, go and lie down on the coffee table, there's a good little bitch." I obeyed, feeling cheated of my place on master's lap. As soon as I was lying down, Master came and secured my arms and legs, making me unable to move any of my limbs more than an inch. He slipped a small, hard cushion under my ass, lifting it slightly, I was completely exposed. One of the men chose a porn movie and put it on the tv, which was behind my head, I could hear groans, moans, gasps, and faked orgasms, but I couldn't see anything, except 10 men jerking off when I lifted my head, so I put my head back, and tried to ignore the sounds. Master came over to me after about 10 minutes, rock hard, he knelt between my legs, biting them, vicious little nips with his sharp teeth, I gasped with the pain, and suddenly, my tail was yanked out of me with no warning, I yelped, it had been in so long I'd gotten used to it, almost forgotten it was there, and suddenly I felt very empty. But he began to fuck my ass, slowly with the plug, then he stopped, held the plug, and whipped my exposed pussy with the tail, slapping it, gently at first, but harder and harder all the time, and occasionally bringing the tail down across my nipples, I thrashed about, tears spilling from my eyes, as my pussy burned from the abuse, but it was so wet! My god I was dripping! I was shivering from pleasure as well as pain, hovering between the two, the pain keeping me from cumming, I moaned with the frustration, and Master suddenly stopped whipping me, and thrust himself inside me, balls deep, I almost came in that first stroke! He pounded me, again and again, bruising me, I came hard, shivering, my pussy clutching at his shaft, but he didn't stop, he pounded and pounded, with no sign that he was ever going to stop, I came again, and this time, I couldn't stop, I was stuck on the high of orgasm, unable to see, and completely out of control, I don't know if I was making any sound, or thrashing against the ropes that held me, but the orgasm would not let me go, it held me, ripping through me like high speed waves on a beach, it coursed through my body, spreading out from the white hot point of pleasure which was being pounded repeatedly, I could hardly breathe for pleasure! When Master finally came into me, I realised that every muscle in my body had been tensed with the orgasm, I relaxed, panting, impressed at his stamina, and almost fell off the table when I was untied, collapsing at his feet when he sat back on the sofa, "up girl" I didn't need telling twice, the floor was hard, I scrambled up next to him and rested my head on his lap, he stroked me, playing with my hair, stroking my breasts, my legs, my ass, it was so relaxing that I fell asleep, even as the men were watching a film. Master's Bitch Ch. 07 When I woke, I was being tipped of Master's lap as he stood up, I moved my head and felt the lead being attached to my collar, I crawled off the sofa, following master, we went to a bedroom, his I assumed. There was a small cage in one corner of the room, and he led me to it, he took off my corset, it was a relief to be able to breathe properly. My collar was not taken off, but I didn't mind, it wasn't tight, Master backed me into the cage, and locked the door, I curled up, stuck, and whined at him. I watched him until he went to his bed, took a blanket, and threw it over my cage to stop me, I whined loudly as I was plunged into darkness, determined that I would not sleep in this tiny box. I whined and threw myself against the sides of the cage, trying to knock it over, I only succeeded in getting master to come and tell me off. He had the riding crop in his hand "Listen bitch, you can come out, and I will give you 50 straps with this, or you can stay in your cage, shut up, and go to sleep. Which is it going to be?" I shrunk back into the cage, but he grabbed my collar, tugging me out, then, with me still on all fours, he said "Count bitch, and mind you do it carefully, for every time you miscount, you will get two more hits." Oh dear. I gasped as it came down on my back "One!" "One What Whore?!" "One master!" he lashed me, not rhythmically, but erratically, making it difficult to keep count and more painful, he strapped my whole body, leaving no part of me untouched by the crop, when I finally got to 50, he informed me that I had messed up my counting 5 times, and had therefore earned 10 more hits, but I could choose to have these on my nipples when they were clamped, or on my pussy. I hesitated, unable to decide which would be least painful, then asked for him to hit my nipples, he smiled "with pleasure bitch, roll over!" I did, and lay flat on my back as he clamped my nipples, wincing at the sharp pains and thinking that this might not have been such a good idea. I prepared to count again and he brought the crop down across my nipples, twisting the clamps and making me roll with the pain, I managed to count that one, and then somehow, I survived the other nine. "Well done slut, now, you may sleep at the end of my bed, or you may sleep in your cage, which is it to be?" I looked at the bed, and he pulled me to it, I crawled up onto the end, curling up there, he got under the sheets, and went to sleep, I was not long in joining him, the day had tired me out. When I woke, sunlight was streaming through the windows, and Master was sitting up in bed, he snapped his fingers, and I scrambled up the bed towards him still half asleep. "Breakfast slut." I took his dick in my mouth, and he stroked my hair, I savoured the slightly salty taste of his precum, and sank on to him until his tip hit the back of my throat, my head bobbed up and down, my ass in the air, enjoying being stroked, I felt Master's hand stroking my slit, wet already, I wagged my ass as if the tail was still there, and heard him chuckle, then, one hand holding my head down, he thrust into me and came hard, I held his cum in my mouth, looking up at him expectantly, and he flipped me onto my back, then, whilst tickling my clit, gave me permission to swallow, I did so gratefully. Master pulled me onto his lap, and pinched my nipples as he stroked my clit, then the maid came in with a plate of breakfast and rested it on my stomach as if I were a table. "Make her come." Master said, he was talking to the maid, she knelt obediently between my legs and bit my thighs, I gasped, trying not to throw Master's breakfast of my tummy. The maid got to my sex and flicked her tongue up my slit, hardly brushing my clit, she bit my lips, holding them between her teeth and pulling, releasing them slowly, painfully, then without warning she fastened her teeth on my clit, I almost threw master's breakfast as my back arched, she twisted and tugged, as if trying to bite my clit off, then she let it go, and I gasped again as the blood flowed back, and she began to lap up my juices, cat-like, she rubbed my clit with her tongue from time to time, and sometimes thrust her tongue inside me, clearly enjoying her task and taking her time over it. I felt her nails drag down my legs and shuddered, receiving a slap across the face from master, "Stay still Slut, or you won't be allowed to cum." I tried not to move, and concentrated on gasping with the intense pleasure instead, I could feel my nearness to coming, God I was close, but she took her time, not rushing, flicking, biting, teasing and rubbing with a deliberate slowness that was driving me crazy, I came suddenly, shivering, and trying hard not to at the same time, tensing my muscles in an effort to stay still, my juices flowing into the maid's mouth, she lapped me clean, almost making me cum again in the process, then got up, and walked out of the room. All this time, Master had been eating breakfast, and now he put a corner of toast between my lips, I ate it gratefully, and received another, then he took an apple from his bedside table, held it up in front of me, and said, "Now slut, we're going to do a bit more training, for every thing you do right, you can have a piece of apple, and for every thing you do wrong, you will get 2 lashes with my crop. Now, on the floor." He lifted the plate off me and I obediently scrambled onto the floor, "go and find your tail slut, I want you to put it in today." I found it, and managed, with much gritting of teeth, and using the bedpost, to push it into my ass, I was sure it was larger than it had been yesterday. "Good girl, give me your tongue." I held out my tongue and he placed a small piece of apple on it, telling me not to eat it. He left the room briefly, and I tried to taste the apple on my tongue without putting it in my mouth, then he came back in and told me to eat it, I did, and then thanked him. "No talking slut" he produced a dildo from behind his back, and rammed it into me, meeting with no resistance in my dripping sex, then he pulled me onto my knees, and said "hold it, let it drop and you'll get 10 lashes." I clenched my pussy around the dildo, trying desperately to hold it, but my legs were too far apart, and my pussy too wet, the dildo slipped and fell to the floor, "right, I warned you, now, you will count these, and thank me for each blow, for every mistake you make, we start again, and the number of blows is doubled." Oh dear, it was very difficult to concentrate on counting when being whipped, the first blow came down across my back, "One master, thank you." The second came hard on its heels "Two master, thank you" There was a pause, as if he were deciding where to strike next, after a minute, he decided on my calves, it hurt, but I thanked him for it, then he brought it down on the tender soles of my feet, I thanked him, and by now I was calling numbers with no idea if they were right or wrong. Then he stopped, "Wrong number slut, 20 this time, and if you mess up again it'll be 40." I swallowed, my body was stinging already. I began to count as he began to beat me, then he stood me up, held my hands above my head against the pole of the four-poster bed, and told me to keep them there. I obeyed, and clenched my teeth between counting the lashes and thanking him for them. My knuckles were white from clutching the pole so tightly, and my whole body was on fire from the lashes. I don't remember how long it was before I passed out, but I woke up in the cage, stinging all over, every muscle aching. I started to struggle, I hated this cage, I couldn't bear being stuffed into this tiny, claustrophobic space. The blanket had been put over the cage, so it was dark, and apart from assuming that I was still in Master's bedroom, I had no idea where I was, I whined and whimpered, rocking the cage as much as I could, trying desperately to get out, and suddenly the blanket was pulled off and I was almost blinded in the sudden brightness. I was in the first bedroom, the one full of whips and gags and handcuffs. The cage door was opened, and a pair of hands dragged me out, lifted my torso onto the desk, and cuffed my wrists to the loops in it. My legs were tied to a spreader bar, and I was gagged. All this happened so quickly that by the time I'd found my voice and started to scream through my gag, suddenly there was a riding crop in front of my face, and I shut up, it was a very clear warning. Unfortunately, I apparently didn't shut up fast enough, because I felt the crop touch my leg a second before he brought it upwards hard and with scientific precision straight onto my clit. My back arched with the pain, every muscle in my body contracted with the agony, it was beyond screaming, it blinded me totally. He brought the crop down all over my body, sometimes it was little stinging blows, sometimes they were so hard that the crop should have broken, I was weeping freely and begging incoherently for him to stop when he finally did stop. He put the crop down in front of me, and I turned my head to watch as he took a medium sized plug off the wall, without any kind of lubrication whatsoever, he began to screw it into my ass, I struggled, trying either to escape or to adjust to its size. It was cold, and felt like metal, when it was all the way in, he tapped it with his finger, the vibrations went right through me, and I shivered too. He laughed, and I felt him move forwards towards me, his cock was rock solid, I felt it sliding in my slit a split second before he forced me to take it all, as he pounded me harder and harder, my hips jarring on the edge of the table, he reached around my leg and began to flick my clit. I struggled again, but for a different reason this time, I was so close, teetering on the edge, when suddenly he stopped, I moaned in disappointment and frustration as he removed his hand, pulled out of me, and removed the gag from my mouth. He untied me then, hooked his fingers into my collar, dragged me over to the bed, and threw me down onto it. He held me down on the bed by the force of his weight, one hand teasing my clit, his teeth teasing my nipples, he took me slowly to the edge of orgasm, then paused, and repeated the process again and again, until the slightest touch anywhere on my body would have pushed me over the edge. "You belong to me slut, do you understand that?" "Yes Master!" All I wanted to do was come, my head was spinning from the lack of blood caused by his teasing. "That means that I can do whatever I want to you." I didn't answer. "And you must obey me totally, do whatever I want, without hesitation. You will never resist me, never complain or protest, if I want to whore you out to my friends, you will please them and do whatever they want, but you are mine, my slave, my property, and you must always obey me. Do you understand me?" The promise of an orgasm was slipping away, blood returning to my brain, I had forgotten where I was, loosing myself in the pleasure, now I returned to earth, held to the bed by a sadist called Master. I started to struggle again, desperate to get home. "You can't escape slut." He was right, I was struggling as hard as I could, and it didn't seem to make a difference to him, he hardly noticed! "Who do you belong to whore!" I didn't answer, I just struggled, he reached a hand down and flicked my clit, I shivered, and stopped struggling. "Who do you belong to?" "You master." It came out as a whisper. "Good girl, that's better. What can master do to you Raven?" "Anything Master." "That's right, I can do anything I want to you. Do you want to come slut?" "Yes Master." He chuckled, and bit hard on my nipple. My back arched and my muscles tensed with the pain, and then with pleasure as he thrust three fingers in and out of my dripping sex, not fast, but hard, I could feel my orgasm building, but he was so careful, it was an agonisingly slow road, I begged him, tears spilling from my eyes to fuck me, harder, faster! Oh god! He kept going, not changing pace, just thrusting his fingers into me, his thumb hitting my clit, and sending shivers through my body every time. I couldn't stand it, I was thrashing about on the bed, trying to fuck his fingers back, the frustration of not being allowed to come was driving me wild, I couldn't bear it! Suddenly he started going faster, and faster, until finally I found my whole body shivering, coming in his hand. We lay, panting on the bed, until we fell asleep, a collar round my neck and a smile on my face, I could get used to this… Master's Bitch Ch. 08 When I woke, Master was gone, but there was a note taped to the door. "Good morning slut. Put on the clothes on the desk and crawl to the front door, you will wait there for me on your hands and knees, legs wide, facing the door. You will not move until you are ordered to. Master." The "clothes" hardly deserved the word. The tail, the tiniest skirt I have ever seen, and a small corset were laid out, I left the tail till last, fastening the corset as best I could by myself, and left it a little looser than it had been the day before, hoping nobody would notice, I pulled up the skirt, noticing that it would hardly cover even half my ass when I was crawling. When I had managed to get the tail in, and adjusted to the uncomfortable size of the plug, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like such a slut it made me wet. I got onto my hands and knees, wagged my tail experimentally, and set off, unfortunately, I had no idea where I was going, so I just had to crawl around until I found a familiar corridor and then go round looking for the big wooden door. I found it eventually, and positioned myself as I had been told to. I waited like that for some time, wondering where everyone was, and hoping that somebody came to get me soon, my knees were getting uncomfortable. Finally, I gave in to the pain, after a quick look around to check that I wasn't being watched, I sat on the floor, listening hard for footsteps. Unfortunately, feet are only noisy if they're wearing shoes. The feet that came into view after a few seconds were bare, I looked at them, my eyes travelling up the legs and meeting master's stern glare. "What did I tell you to do slut?" I didn't answer, I got on my hands and knees. "I told you not to move until you were ordered to, and you were being so good. Well now you will have to be punished, but you shouldn't mind that, after all, you must like being punished if you disobeyed me." I swallowed nervously, what would my punishment be this time? "You do not deserve this collar slut." He took it off me, then removed the corset and skirt as well. Then he slipped a rope over my head and tugged, the noose tightened. "If you don't obey me slut, I will pull on the rope, if you try to get away, you will be pulling on the rope." He pulled the tail out of me so fast that it hurt, then, just as suddenly, replaced it with one that was so cold I was sure it must have been in the freezer, he held a small remote control in front of my face "this plug has a remote control whore, if I press this button, it will give you a very painful electric shock. Every time you displease me, I will punish you." He stood up, and jerked the rope for me to follow him, I went behind him as fast as I could, trying desperately to keep up with him, he walked fast. We reached the gravel driveway and he began to walk down it, he tugged on the collar as I hesitated, and then pressed the button, I collapsed from the wave of pain that washed through me. He tugged on the collar again, and I got to my knees, still shaking from the pain, and determined to get across the gravel if it took me all day, Master started walking again, and I followed, the gravel was sharp, and cold, and slightly damp, it dug into my hands and knees, and I whimpered with the pain, unable to stop myself. Eventually, we reached the end of the driveway, there was a convertible car there, roof up. Master led me to the passenger seat, and I crawled in, sitting down as he went round to the other side, he reached over and took the rope tying it to the steering wheel. "We're going for a drive slut, if you're good and do everything I tell you, then maybe you can wear your collar again tonight, would you like that whore?" I nodded, wondering what I was going to have to do. I watched as he undid his pants and his erection sprang forth, then he tugged on the rope to pull me down to it, I licked and sucked for all I was worth, I wanted that collar back in spite of myself. There was a whirring sound overhead, but it was quiet and I thought nothing of it, that is, until I heard a shout and looked up from Master's dick, to see that he had put the roof back, and was talking to the driver of a car next to us, as I lifted my head, a blush spread across my cheeks, but Master was too busy talking to notice beyond pushing my head back down and fucking my mouth, alternating thrusts with words. "I don't remember telling you to stop sucking me slut." He let go of my head and I got back to sucking normally, swirling my tongue around him trying to make him come, but he had a resolve as hard as his cock. There was a hand on my ass, and I wiggled it, the hand slapped me, hard, and I whimpered around master's dick, earning myself another slap. Finally we drove off again, I couldn't see where we were going, but I had a feeling I wasn't going to enjoy it all that much. We got to a fairly nondescript building, and master pulled me off him by my pigtails. My mouth was aching, so I didn't mind too much. He untied the rope from the steering wheel, and led me through a door inside. The room we were in looked like a hotel reception, there was a queue of men at a desk, and we joined it, I was on my hands and knees again. We got to the front of the door, and I heard Master and the receptionist talking, then she said "I'll take her through sir, if you'd like to join us in the garden." Master gave the rope to the girl, and she led me through a door behind her desk, it led to a garden, smooth lawn formed the centre, and benches punctuated with drinks-laden tables had been placed around the edges, there was a high fence all around. "Stay bitch, move and you will be very severely punished, do you understand?" I nodded, and the girl removed the rope from my neck and left. I looked around, a door opened in one of the walls, and the men came through it, they sat on the benches and picked up their drinks, all eyes on me. I looked back at them, and felt another electric shock, even worse than the first one if that was possible, ripped through me, I collapsed, and was shocked again, and again, I writhed in agony on the grass, tears streaming down my face, begging the men to make it stop. When it finally did, I lay panting on the grass until I heard master's voice say "get up unless you liked that whore." I scrambled up onto all fours. And didn't notice the man behind me until the plug was whipped out of my ass so suddenly that I almost collapsed again, or screamed, or both. "Now slut, if you are very good today, you will be allowed to wear the collar again, would you like that?" I nodded, unsure whether I should speak or not, but he didn't seem to mind. "Now slut, all of us are going to use you, but if you cum, you will not wear the collar for a very long time, and for every time you cum, or make a sound, or disobey one of us, you will be severely punished. Do I make myself clear? "Yes Master." Two of the men stepped forwards, one of them put a blindfold around my eyes, he knelt in front of me, and the other one knelt behind me, then, at exactly the same moment, they both impaled me on their shafts, one in my mouth, the other in my ass, they pumped me hard and fast, showing no sign that they were taking pleasure from this, they made as little sound as I did, I was desperate to please them, I wanted to wear Master's collar so much! If nothing else, these men had stamina, they pounded me for what felt like hours, I was slick and aching, and they weren't even beginning to slow down, it was as if they were never going to cum! Finally, at almost the same moment, they groaned, shuddered and came into me. The one who had fucked my ass came around to my mouth, and told me to suck him clean, I did, not enjoying it, but knowing that the consequences of disobeying would probably be much worse. Then they flipped me onto my back, and cuffed my wrists and ankles, the cuffs must have been attached to something, because they began to pull my arms and legs out, spreading me, making me completely helpless, my legs were wide, and stretching so far that they were beginning to hurt. When I was about to cry out to beg them to make it stop, it stopped of its own accord, and for a few moments I lay still. Suddenly there was something at my ass, the man on the other end screwed the plug in, and then forced a huge dildo into my cunt, I was glad I was wet. There was an electric humming, and the plug and the dildo suddenly began to move, I'd heard of fucking machines before, but I didn't know they existed outside of erotica, the dildo rubbed against the plug through the thin wall of flesh that separated them, the friction was driving me crazy, but I wasn't allowed to cum, I struggled, tried desperately to think about anything other than what was happening to me, and suddenly, my nipples were clamped, I cried out, I couldn't help it, I hadn't been ready for the pain! Nobody said anything, but I had a feeling that my disobedience had been noted. I gritted my teeth, trying desperately to concentrate on the pain so I didn't cum. Unfortunately, the clips weren't just clips, they too were electric, and they sent waves of electricity through me, not painfully, but pleasurably, I shuddered, I was so desperate to cum! The machine speeded up, fucking me harder and faster, and the shocks through the nipple clamps became a continuous wave, I could feel my orgasm catching up with me, I tried to concentrate on anything else, I bit my lip till it bled, but still my orgasm was building, I was so close, and so desperate not to be, I tried to wriggle away from the machine, to stop it having quite such an effect on me, it was no use, I couldn't move at all. I could hardly breathe for the orgasm that crashed over me, I couldn't even see the blackness of my blindfold for the pleasure that ran through me in waves, my whole body was on fire, I was shaking, completely out of control. When I finally came down from that high, I heard master's voice. "I did not give you permission to cum whore. You will stay there until you have cum 100 times, I don't care how long it takes you." 100 times? Fuck, this could be difficult, but they'd left the machine running on full speed, and the clamps were still driving me wild, I came again quickly, I wondered briefly how they were going to count my orgasms, but then again, that was the least of my worries. For one thing, they hadn't said anything about food, and I was exhausted and starving already, surely they couldn't starve me, I'd pass out even if I didn't die from hunger! I tried to stop worrying, I'd never manage 100 orgasms if my mind was elsewhere, I concentrated on the pleasure coursing through me, it wasn't difficult. I came again and again, but it took longer every time, I was getting so tired, but he'd said I had to cum 100 times, and I hadn't counted, but I didn't think I could be much higher than 10. A little later, my clit was clamped, I nearly fainted with pain, pleasure and hunger, but then a shock of the same type that was pulsing through my nipples, I came again, hard, and grateful to whoever had clamped me. I came and came, again and again, exhausted and bruised, but in ecstasy, I was trying so hard to stay quiet, but the occasional gasp or moan of pleasure escaped my lips, driving me wild, I couldn't bear the intensity of the pleasure. But still, I couldn't cum as fast as I had at first, I tried, playing out every fantasy I'd ever had in my mind, my brain became a blur of candles, hot wax, whips, blindfolds, showers, massages, exhibitionism, women, men, toys, stages, audiences, I came again, and again, but it was harder. Eventually, it became more than simply hard to cum, it was impossible, my stomach was rumbling, my lips parched, I asked the air for food, begged and pleaded with anyone who could hear me, I'd eat anything, I didn't care, I was starving. Suddenly there was a glass at my lips, cold water, I drank gratefully, and then felt a man straddle my face, I opened my mouth wide, getting ready to please another man, he fucked my mouth hard for a few minutes before coming down my throat, feeding me his cum. Another man fed me the same way, and another, and another, I was getting full now, unable to swallow much more, but they kept coming, I came again, and a man laughed. "Well done whore, you're on 62, only another 38 to go!" There was more laughter, and I groaned, only 62? How was I going to finish this? I'd been here for hours already! I was aching, and bruised, and it took me longer to come every time, eventually, I gave up trying, I almost fell asleep, in fact the only thing that stopped me falling asleep was a sudden jolt of pain in my nipples, I jerked back awake, and saw one of the men had ripped the clamps off, he replaced them with his teeth, he tugged at them, lifting my breasts away from my body and then letting them go suddenly, he chewed on my nipples, making me arch my back and gasp with the pain, but that pain was all I needed to push me over the edge into another orgasm that seemed to last twice as long as all the others. "93, do you reckon she can do the last 7?" I didn't know who was speaking, I had my eyes closed, I was trying to ignore the machine, I'd reached my orgasm limit, and actually I was pretty determined that I wasn't going to have any more, just to piss them off, really, even a quick beating was better than being stuck here for hours, not that I had a problem with the orgasms, but after the 62nd, they were all getting a bit dull, I'd really had enough of this. Apparently they were getting bored too, the machine stopped suddenly, and was pulled out of me, it was a strange feeling, being empty after being so full for so long. Two of them helped me to stand up, and they carried me to one of the benches, it wasn't very comfy though, so I rolled off it, and went to sleep curled up in a ball on the grass.