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Amy Met Kelli on Tumblr Ch. 01

By: kkelli



We met on Tumblr. Through multiple rebloggings, we had met primarily because similar things turned us on. She was hotasianamy, and I was Kajira in Sirik at Heart. 

Her screen name is self-explanatory. Mine came from a series of sci-fi books I read when I was younger. It was about a planet far away, where most women were slaves. I loved those books, and often fell asleep naked and with my fingers in my wet pussy. Siriks are chains which connect collar to wristcuffs to anklecuffs and often a belly chain, also. 

I was raised in a very conservative home in Southern California. My parents would not even allow me to date in high school. Study, study, study. Little did they know their little perfect daughter masturbated nightly to stories and pictures on the web, of girls captured and enslaved. My dream.

And they certainly did not allow me to pierce any part of my body. So my first day at UCLA I got my ears pierced and the second day my bellybutton. For years, I had dreamed of wearing fuck-me hoops and a chain dangle from my navel. My parents freaked, but what could they do about it, once my body had been pierced. 

At that point, I stopped the piercings, but still dreamed of the day when a guy would take me, pierce me in other places, and enslave me as his.

Hollywood has plenty of places where bondage dreams could come true, but as the months, and then years passed, I became more and more afraid to go to one of these alone. And I certainly would not connect to a guy over the internet, based purely on what he said and promised. 

Finally, I graduated from college, still with only the three piercings, still hiding my inner fantasies and then one day, I discovered Tumblr. The pictures that scrolled down my dashboard were incredible. Facebook would never allow such photos. I set Facebook aside, focused on Tumblr, and then one day I found hotasianamy.

Her blogged pictures made me instantly juice. What can I say? That's me? Wet cunt. 

whoreamy was born horny and is very promiscuous. she has had numerous ONS (one night stands) which sometimes she does not even know the guy's names. one day whoreamy met his bf who was introduced to her by her best gf.

on the first day they met, whoreamy was taken to BF's bedroom by her gf and ordered to strip totally naked, kneel and spread and wait to be used.

bf immediately like whoreamy, one reason being she had a thick bush - hairy gyrl horny gyrl. bf is a voyeur and soon he arranged for his friend to fuck whoreamy. it was a relation made in heaven.

as whoreamy enjoyed her sex life which is basically lots of FBs (fuck buddy) for whoreamy all arranged by bf as if he is whoreamy's pimp, except there is no money exchanged. whoreamy fucks for free and she likes it that way.

one day whoreamy wanted to know her "market value" so she talked it over w/ bf and a few of her blogger friends. she concluded that in order to collect a "modeling fee" she needs to provide more services. that's when whoreamy trained herself to offer her ass as a fuckable. she started to wear ass plugs for weeks upping the size until her ass is wide enough to be used.

whoreamy was very happy the day her bf took her ass virginity and that he did so in front of a few of he FBs in the mids of fucking her.

after BF shot his load in whoreamy's ass, she was so happy she cried. then BF offered whoreamy's ass to all FBs since.

whoreamy collected "gratuities" from FBs for a month. they would place cash in a basket in the bathroom. no set value was discussed and no one ever sees the "transactions" so no law was broken.

after a month she decided she achieved what she wanted, that her market value was three times her income from working. happy w/ that she told FBs to stop sending her 'modeling fees".

in the mean time, whoreamy's FBs wanted more fuck time with whoreamy. so bf arranged overlap times for fb to fb. not everyone is happy to use whoreamy w/ other guys, but their choice is fuck more or not at all. as it developed, whoreamy has gangbangs just abput all the time, especially on weekends.

then whoreamy met a guy online who is a Master and owned one slave. he wanted whoreamy to be his beta slave and whoreamy's main duty will be income generating inet porn performer. be it webcam, porn blog or porn model.

the thought of being owned, collared and branded turns her on to no end. she got so juiced up she did her best to ignore reality and pursued her slavery dream. but as things get hotter and hotter whoreamy realized she must face reality - meaning she either give up on her dream or leave BF and become a beta slave/whore to the Master.

as whoreamy was debating w/ herself, she met Kajira in Sirik at Heart. the two gyrls have so much in common, they hit if off hot and heavy right off the bat.

o, one more thing, we are both asians and that also helped our bonding even though Kajira was born in California, whoreamy was born in china. why do you think there are so many asians? we fuck a lot! hehe! 

this is the story of two gyrls, slave wannabies, pursuing their wild dreams.

I assume you can tell it is me, Kajira in Sirik at Heart picking up the story. My Mistress writes so beautifully and from her juicing pussy, but you can tell she was not born here. We will not talk about that again, ok?

For the first few weeks, I tried my best to learn more about hotasianamy. At first her pictures and blogs were more about sex and more sex, while my interests were more about bondage and more bondage. I wondered if we could find common ground.

I sent hotasianamy some pictures of myself, but she was not able to return the request. As you can tell from her part of our story, she is very committed and honest with her bf. He makes certain demands upon her and she obeys. She would not send a picture, which saddened me a little.

We teased each other via email, talking about how we might enslave each other, and in the process make each of us hornier and hotter. It did not work very well. I am just not a mistress, and she seemed to have no interest there, either.

Then I started to send her some of my favorite bondage stories. I replaced our names when appropriate, so it became more personal. Much to my delight, she showed more and more interest in the stories, and told me how much it made her pussy juice. In one story, she was my cousin and she enslaved me. I love that story so much, and so did hotasianamy! I was so happy.

She finally told me she lives in Texas, and since my cousin goes to Baylor University, I got brave and asked her if I could visit her one day. I could just see my cousin a short time, so the rest of the family thought my trip was acceptable, but the rest of the time I would submit to hotasianamy. I was so overjoyed when she said, "YES!" We planned on my visit in the middle of November, when I had a long weekend from work and school. 

I told her that I had a few limits. I would not let her take my virgin pussy, and I would not submit to piercings or tats or brands that were visible with the normal clothes we wear. She agreed and the days flew by. Finally, November arrived and it was time to visit hotasianamy, who I now thought of and called my Mistress. Finally, my dreams of submission would be realized.

after a long wait November came and me and my bf went to DFW to meet slave Kajira. if you think she couldn't wait, you ought check out my cunt - she's so soaking wet.

[side note] all my life i've been a cock slut and my fav is BBCs...big black cocks, only recently have i been bi-curious. so this is my chance to have a nice, sexy, extremely beautiful, well built asian girl at my disposal! [end note]

it wasn't difficult to pick out my slave Kajira from the crowd - she's a beautiful asian wearing high heels, short short skirts, tight tight shirt. as whoreamy had so ordered.

sure enough she obeyed me w/ my dress code.

we introduced each other, hugged and walked to bf's car. as we walked, bf tailed kajira as i have requested so he can check out her behind as she sways her fat butt. bf took upon himself, and unexpected, lifted Kajira's short short skirt and sure enough she wasn't wearing undies as i so ordered. good girl i said to her.

it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, either. and her tight top barely wrapped her oversized tits. the top was very tiny we can see her brown areola as she walked.

we all sat in the front seat in my bf's car. he drove. while still at the parking deck, we had kajira's skirt removed so we can check out her hymen. for reasons whoreamy cannot understand, she's still a virgin. so that was my first order of business - see it for myself.

bf and i held her legs wide open and she parted her labia w/ her fingers, exposing the pink in plain view.

it was a beautiful sight. kajira's hymen was in fact intact! whoreamy cannot help but lowered her face to lick Kajira's virgin cunt. as i approached, i can smell the sexy aroma that only a virgin can radiate. and the taste was wonderful, too. how did i get so lucky w/ this one?

as a bonus, as i was enjoying her virgin cunt, she came to an exploding orgasm. she grabbed me by my ass w/ one hand and grabbed bf's cock w/ her other and screamed w/ such pleasure that drew some onlookers. here in Texas you don't see this kind of behavior often, three asians in a car screaming pleasure at an airport parking deck.

bf quickly drove off, my head between her spread legs, her hand on our crotches.

you should see the expression of the toll taker at the airport gate.

Amy Met Kelli on Tumblr II

Just as soon as we left the airport, he pulled over to the rest area along the interstate. I would refer to him by his name, but Mistress never introduced us at the airport and only referred to him as her "bf" in all our emails. He was Asian, also, and very handsome. Until I am told differently, I will call him "Sir."

When the car was stopped, he said, "whore." At first I thought he was referring to me, but then remembered this was his name for Mistress Amy. Upon hearing her name, she opened the glove compartment and pulled out a gleaming metal collar. Mistress knew from our Tumblr blogs that I loved the look and sexiness of the metal. She could have chosen a simple dog leather collar for her slave, but she didn't. 

She ordered me to lift my hair and expose my neck. "Nice," she said, as she flicked my fuck-me hoop earrings. At the same time, Sir had gripped my left pussy lips and increased the pressure. The moment she snapped the collar around my neck, he smartly pinched my lip, pain and pleasure, and their slave came again! Twice in less than 10 minutes, they knew that the nickname Mistress had given me in our emails, wetcunt, was true.

"Good slave," Mistress purred and I struggled to relieve the pain, reaching down to try to pry Sir's fingers from my stinging pussy lips. 

"whore!" he said louder than last time. Immediately I saw Mistress pull handcuffs from the same compartment, and in seconds, they had cuffed my wrists behind my back. 

I was helpless, collared, and at their mercy. That is the trouble with fantasies. Their treatment of me was perfect, but now I had no control and they could do whatever they wanted with me. I only hoped that Mistress and Sir understood my limits. No one knew where I was. As far as my family was concerned, I was on my way to see my cousin. As far as my cousin was concerned, I would not be arriving until tomorrow. I was a slave for 24 hours, at least, and a lot can be done to a helpless submissive in 24 hours.

For the reared my BF's nick name is iFuckAmy or IFA for short. But Kajira addresses him as Sir and I call him "cock".

we are still parked alongside the highway transforming Kajira into an instant slave. we must hurry cuz we have plans for her to be used not only by me and ifa, but also my fuck buddies (FBs). i have promised them to deliver a true virgin for their enjoyment.

w/o prompting from cock, i took out a canister of liquid nitrogen. but cock stopped me, cuz he wanted to check out Kajira first. he lifted Kajira's tight top exposing her enormous boobs. her nipples were very very dark and stiff like erasers- the best kind. cock put his right hand around her and start rubbing her already engorged nipple. his other hand is running up and down Kajira's wet snatch making a swooshing sound reflecting her wetness.

sitting on Kajira's right side, i can feel her shudder as cock pleasured her. i can also see his bulge between his legs. to be truthful, i was quite jealous cuz cock had never touched another gyrl ever since he fucked me. but then i am also happy that he found another slut he appeared to be very fond of.

as Kajira came to an enormous orgasm i grabbed her right boob by the base and sprayed the liquid nitrogen on her nipple to freeze and numb it. then i reached in the glove compartment for the piercing tool and quickly but carefully aimed at kajira's right nipple.

"stay still slave, you don't want me to misplace your nipple ring do you?"

in the same breath i pulled the trigger and almost painlessly, Kajira now has a nipple ring. YES, i selected the titanium perm lock ring - meaning it self locks once in place and cannot be reversed and titanium cannot be cut.

i was so amazed to see that Kajira seemed to enjoy this very much as i can tell by the swooshing sound coming from cock rubbing her snatch vigorously.

even more amazing is Kajira turned to me and said "thank you mistress whoreamy, i'm living me dream".

you're welcome slave, i reached for the alcohol and applied to her "wounds" to disinfect - it does hurt but Kajira was too happy to feel the pain.

likewise i did her left nipple as cock continued rubbing her snatch w/ his left hand stopping at her lit and squeezed causing Kajira multiple orgasms. he did stop, though, while i used the piercing tool cuz we want her nipple rings to look perfect - they do.

i did promise Kajira that there will be no piercing on her body where it cannot be covered by clothes so we did not pierce her nose or add additional rings to her ears.

i gave her a couple of advils to ease her pain and i slipped a large dose of aphrodisiac that cock had gotten for me. yes, they work well.

we must hurry home cuz FBs were waiting for the virgin.

before we present kajira, we will add six labia rings, three on each side and a large clit ring. but there was no space in the car for her to spread.

Pain and pleasure. I had always wondered and now I knew. As Mistress and Sir pierced the nipples of their helpless slave, I orgasmed like never before. 

I was amazed how quickly I had been transformed. Only 15 minutes ago, we had met for the first time as I deplaned. Now, I sat between my Mistress and her bf, legs spread, nipples pierced, collared, and handcuffed. My tight top was scrunched under my armpits, exposing my nipples. How could I ever go back to my vanilla life.

As the car started up and picked up speed, Mistress reached and began playing with my new nipple rings. My entire body shivered, and it was though I was in another world. I took a moment to glance sideways at my Mistress. I thought I was small, at only 5'2", but Mistress was smaller than me. She seemed so petite and compact, but she was much stronger than me. She was wearing a tight fitted top, no bra, and I was surprised her nipples were not pierced.

Her bf was about average height. He was darker in complexion and heavily muscled. By the way he played with my pussy, I knew he was experienced at bringing pleasure, and most likely pain, to his women.

There were so many things I wanted to ask, but one of the mantras of the kajira is that "curiosity is unbecoming a kajira," so I remained silent, trusting that Mistress would not go beyond the limits I had made.

Thirty minutes later, we arrived at Sir's place. I had never been to Texas, so the wide open spaces surprised me. His house was far back from the main street or road, with trees and bushes surrounding it. He had a lot of privacy. 

"Whore, prepare it," was all Sir said to Mistress. She got a linked metal chain from the glove compartment and hooked it to my collar. She pulled me from the car. It was not easy scooting across the front seat, hands cuffed, and bare skin sticking to the material. My leaking pussy did help, as I was able to slide several inches at a time. Mistress kept a steady pressure on the leash and my collar, not too tight, but enough to make it clear that I was to move as quickly as possible. I wondered why they were rushing me.

When I stepped from the car, Mistress assisted me in removing my skirt. She tossed my skirt in the backseat of the car. I was relieved to be so far from the main road. Standing in high heels, exposed from the upper chest where my top had been lifted, collared and leashed, I would have attracted a lot of attention in California, fosur!

"Down," commanded Mistress, and so I dropped to all fours, and followed her like her pet bitch in heat. The hard cement scraped my knees and hands, and I knew it was damaging the front of my shoes, but I had no choice. 

I followed Mistress, expecting to enter the house, but instead we walked behind the house to a smaller guest house with only one room, it seemed. When we entered, I noticed there was very little furniture. A bed with a thin mattress. A toilet in the corner. From the walls were hung all types of bondage gear, whips, chains, leather straps, everything imaginable. Again I shivered. No one knew I was here; I could only hope they would respect my limits. 

There was also a chair, much like a dentist chair, and Mistress walked me to it and ordered me to sit up in the chair. I struggled to get up with my hands cuffed, and when I had risen, she removed the handcuffs. I massaged my wrists, where the cuffs had left red marks. She then ordered me to remove my top and to sit in the chair.

I was surprised when Mistress removed my fuck-me hoops. She set them on a counter and returned. 

"Much better, don't you think, slave?" Mistress showed me the earrings she had exchanged. These had slight larger hoops, but was made me shiver again, within each hoop there was a dangle of silver letters. SLAVE. She proceeded to put the new earrings on each ear, and I noticed when the closed the clasp, there was a louder 'click' than usual.

Mistress then pulled a black scarf from a drawer and used it as a blindfold across my eyes. "Mistress?" I whispered, but she only made a "shhhhhh" sound, silencing her slave. 

I heard the door open and Sir simply asked, "Whore?"

"She is ready, Cock."



cock and i had agreed that he'll do the labia rings and the clit ring besides whoreamy really want cock to have some fun w/ another woman cuz frankly, i felt guilty fucking all those guys while cock fucks only me.

before he started, he took out the camera and ordered Kajira to spread her legs as wide as she could and using her hands pull her labia wide apart showing her pink, wet and delicious hymen.

it is a wonder we can even find a girl as beautiful as Kajira with hymen intact. so many pix were taken. we had discussed this before, we'd auction these pix off before we post them on our blogs - they must be quite valuable. after all these tools we got did cost us a bit of a small fortune - we acquired the best in quality and sturdiness in the rings.

the ear rings we fitted on kajira was not locking that they can be removed if and when Kajira is allowed to return to California.

the other rings are self locking irreversible permanent rings made of titanium. as such these rings cannot be cut. there are two ways to remove these rings - one is surgically cut through kajira's flesh the other is melt the metal which is not really possible w/o burning her flesh.

as i waited for cock to perform the ring piercing, he took out another camera, a video camera this time.


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he asked Kajara if she wanted to be our slave, if she loves the nipple rings. and if she wanted the labia and clit rings.

he made kajira tell us in recording that she loves to be our slave and be pierced.

Kajira responded with utter delight that she thank cock and mistress for enslaving her. Kajira also said her orgasms so far has been greater than she every experienced and she is very very thankful for that.

what a born slave!

her words made me wet as i looked down on myself, my cunt juice was flowing down my thighs!

and a glance at cock, WOW, he had his cock out of his pants, then totally mazed me, he proceeded to cock slap kajira's wide open pink meat with hymen fully exposed.

COCK i yelled, do not break her hymen for heavens sake. he didn't. but he did leave a ton of precum on kajira's pink hymen - guess some of it went IN!

all this were video taped.

finally, cock, with his stiff cock dangling at a near ninety degree high, took the nitrogen can and sprayed on Kajira's right labia then quickly snapped three labia rings on her. one right at where Kajira's vaginal opening is, the other two half an inch above and below.

mind you, these are permanent rings.

then onto the left labia.

as cock was readying to clip on the c ring, which is the largest of all rings, he reached Kajira's clit with his thumb and index finger and rubbed hard. Kajira was blindfolded so she had no idea he was gonna rub her that way.

a shocking pleasure wave propagated through her entire body as can be inferred by her bodily motion and a shot of thick cunt juice came out of her cunt through her tight hymen opening.

i have always wanted to squirt but was never able to do so. cock had easily made Kajira squirt and the cunt juice shot into the air.

i was both delighted and envious of what i just saw.

while she was enjoying, arguably, he largest orgasm in her life, cock sprayed the nitrogen on her c followed by a fast action piercing, Kajira was clit ringed.

it was such a beautiful sight to see a cunt so bare and smooth with six labia rings and an enormous clit ring dangling.

i removed her blindfold and held a mirror in front for her to admire herself.

kajira sobbed in pleasure and happiness and she thanked us professed.

Kajira is a good slave, an natural one at that.

"whore" another order by ifa, my cock, and i knew what to do next.

i took out three Mastser pad locks and lock her labia rings together so that her hymen can be seen but cannot be penetrated.



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I squirted!  How was that possible? Could a free woman squirt in orgasm, or only a slave that has been pierced and collared? I had no idea, but I wanted to squirt again and again, to please my Mistress and her bf!

They had recorded everything. I was not sure why, but maybe they would release part by part on Tumblr. That might be dangerous, since eventually someone might know me, but for now, it just made me hotter. They had followed all my limits and they had fulfilled all my dreams. 

I had noticed that Cock was a man of very few words. Mistress seemed to anticipate his every command. I guess they had been together a long time, or they had planned my enslavement very carefully. Either way, I had never been so happy in all my life.

Mistress picked up the black scarf and again tied it around my head, covering my eyes.

While I was still descending from orgasmic heaven and wondering why she needed to blindfold me again, Mistress used leather Velcro straps to band my wrists to the arm rests. Then she velcroed leather cuffs to my ankles and used clips to attach them the rings along the base of the chair. I whimpered for the first time, knowing that they had not finished preparing their Kajira for her enslavement.

A moment later, Mistress said, "Open your mouth, slave." I was sure she would give me a wet and delicious kiss for being her obedient slave, but before I knew it, she had shoved some sort of gag in my mouth. It was like a thin donut, and while I could stick my tongue out of the hole, I could not say anything intelligent. For the first time I was truly scared.

"ngooooooooooooooo, hyyyyyyyyyyyy, istressssss, eeeeeeeseeeeeeeee," I wailed, and tried to escape from the chair. I struggled, but I was totally secured. They had completed all my fantasies, so why had I been bondaged to the chair like this?

A moment later, no words having been spoken, I felt something enter my mouth. It was like a gripping device, and it grabbed my tongue and pulled it between the ring and out of my mouth.

"Sorry, slave, but slaves do not make limits and demands. Cock and your Mistress have made all your dreams come true, and now it is time for us to make our dreams come true."

I protested as loudly as possible, with my tongue stretched from my mouth and a ring holding my jaws open.

I knew what was happening one second before Cock used his piercing tool to lock a stud into the front of my tongue!  No liquid nitrogen, no warning, no respect for my limits. I screamed in pain, and again Mistress announced that their slave had squirted. How was that possible? This act upon my body was against my will, how could my body react this way, to squirt as though I enjoyed it? I wailed my displeasure.

"Now, now, slave," Mistress purred. "I know this is really what you want, and those limits you gave us were not really you. That was society forcing their standards upon you. You can never be a true slave unless those around you know you are a slave. It cannot be hidden, you cannot be a closet slave. Your Mistress and cock will help you understand true slavery."

"Ngooooooooooo," I wailed again. This was not what I wanted! How could I face my parents and friends with a tongue stud. If they would do this, what else would they do to me? 

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Now Kajira is almost ready for show time. yes, show time.

Just one more thing - Sirik that is!

we took out a set of chain that were carefully measured and used it to connect all the "Hooks" in place on Kajira's body. Neck collar, tit rings, clit ring and cuffs. Her Tumblr user name is now reality.

But we left her ankles free from chains. how can she split her legs for show time, otherwise?

and there's the "yank" which we pulled Kajira in Sirik at Heart and lead her to my personal fuck room.

She fights every inch, but she is a slave so she has no choice. i whip her ass, to make her move. i am not sure if she really fights with her heart, or just to make it harder. it doesn't matter, she will submit.

"Kajira, this is a special treat for you, you ought to feel honored that you and I are both gonna entertain my FBs" I said in a very nice and excited voice. i took Kajira's hand and put it between my legs to let her feel how wet i was - though not as wet as hers, cuz she squirted!

"ngooooooooo," she yelled into her gag, her studded tongue moving back and forth. she seems upset. 

"Cock" i yelled and he lead the way opening doors and Kajira was lead to my personal fuck room where my FBs have been patiently waiting. we told them there will be a virgin along with me for their use, but did not specify any further.

I lead Kajira to my fuck bed and pushed her onto it.

"Kajira, raise your legs high and spread them as wide as you can!" I commanded.

She screamed into her gag and refused, so i whipped her ass again and again, until crying, she obeyed.

"Show my FBs your beautiful pink hymen!" I screamed at her.

I thought Kajira would now obey me w/o hesitation. But she didn't! After all she's still a virgin and as such more likely no one has ever seen her cunt not to mention voluntarily spreading her legs apart in front of a crowd of strange men. 

What was I thinking? I was thinking of myself, I'd spread... 

"There's something you'd need to understand bitch!" I was furious and humiliated in front of my FBs that my slave did not obey me at my very first command. 

Cock came to rescue, as he always does. He took out his still hard cock and cunt slapped Kajira and lifted her legs up into the air. With a brutal force he slammed his cock into kajira's ass! For a moment I thought he was gonna break Kajira's hymen. Phew! 

I knew it would be difficult to penetrate a virgin ass, so immediately I took out some ass lube and slapped a wad of it at his cock where it met Kajira's ass. Cock and I are a good team - we read each other's minds.

One more hard push and it went in. kajira shrieked a ultra high pitched shriek - cock took her ass virginity she was pbbly saving for someone in her future. 

"Your future is NOW bitch!" I mumbled, Kajira had no idea what I was talking about.  "Split your legs!"

Kajira obeyed and revealed the locked labia rings and small glimpses of her beautiful pink hymen to total strangers to her. Since she was blindfolded, Kajira doesn't even know who's staring at her locked pussy and the rest of her wet cunt and ass.

Kajira apparently cummed again and cummed hard as her body shuddered. - No one was even touching her! Yet!

"Okay guys",I said. "Here are the fuck rules."

There will be no braking of kajira's hymen. We have padlocked her pussy, but you may empty your load onto the locks and openings, she might get knocked up if your seeds seep through, but that's a chance she has to take. You may use any part of her body the way you have used me. Imagine a virgin birth?

At that point I didn't know if she ever gave blow jobs, not to mention deep throat fucking and ass penetration. O well, slave must learn all that sooner or later. Obviously it is sooner.

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I was a mess. Thirty minutes ago, I was living my dreams, now I was living my nightmares. They had pierced my tongue and put me in a sirik. Mistress thought that my shuddering was an orgasm, but she was wrong. I was scared to death and my body was shivering with fear. I was afraid I would vomit and unable to spit it from my mouth, I would suffocate.

And then Mistress gave her Fuck Buddies the rules. While I continued to stretch my legs widely, someone pulled on the locked pussy rings, causing me to moan. My hymen was off limits, but my other two slave holes were open. I heard her leave and for the next hour, I was pumped full of semen. 

I had never tasted male semen before, but with the ring gag I could not resist. I was amazed how much semen could be emptied into my mouth, with one fuck. The first time, I nearly gagged, so I had to spit out the cum, but when he slapped my face and told me to treasure male semen, to never spit it out, and forced me to lick the semen from the bed sheets, I submitted.  

I could not tell from their voices what ethnicity they were. Most sounded Asian, but at least one sounded Black and another White. It was definitely a multi-cultural face and ass rape.

I had never been anally used, and I lost track how many men fucked my ass. At first it was painful, but eventually my ass became nearly numb. The FB's seemed upset that my ass was so tight, and I heard them agree that Mistress needed to widen my ass opening before the next time.

Next time?! There was no next time! I was only here for 24 hours, now less than 20 hours. I had to get to my cousin at Baylor. My cousin! What would she think of her pierced-tongue cousin! She would immediately tell her mom who would call my mom. I was in so much trouble!

Several times my mouth and ass were filled at the same time. The FB's commented how flexible I was, despite the chains that continually tugged on my slave rings. 

And many times, the FB's, which seemed to be more than a dozen, wiped their semen covered cocks over my pussy locks, trying their best to inject their love seeds into my virgin cunt. I prayed I would not become pregnant in this way.

Finally, they seemed spent. They were exhausted and I was aching, exhausted, and in considerable pain. The sirik chains had tugged mercilessly on my new rings, and scraped against my skin. I hated to think what I looked like. Thankfully, I was still blindfolded. 

One by one, two by two they left, until I was alone, on a bed of cum and semen and saliva. It was suddenly quiet. I tried to organize my thoughts, trying to think of words to describe what I had been through. Strangely, the word "satisfied" came to my mind. I know that sounds ridiculous, but that is the word. I moaned and sighed, and then heard the door open again.

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A little background first.

Kajira and I, whoreamy, met on Tumblr and we made quick friends. I can tell we truly liked each other. What a strange couple we are - I fuck everyday and Kajira a virgin yet we have so much in common.

IFA, my Cock, is a voyeur but I never saw his BDSM side until the day I told him about Kajira's visit for her slave fantasy realization. I can see his excitements ordering collar, rings, sirik chains and piercing tools, even liquid nitrogen, etc.

Another shocking thing is Cock never fucked another girl ever since he fucked me. Now, I can see he is sooooooooooo eager to fuck Kajira. Okay, I knew Cock had always liked Asians. But this Asian is soooooooo attracted to him it is too god damn obvious and I am so god damned jealous.

Jealousy can be very dangerous. Watch out BITCH!

And BITCH thought Cock and I left the room while she was "raped". I must give her credit that she guessed that most of her FBs were Asians. They were.

You see, I have been nice to her, thinking we were friends. We were. But my Cock's behavior changed all that. I had requested Cock to arrange smaller penile FBs for kajira's first fuck session. After all she was a all hole virgin.

Little did she knew, blindfolded, that I was in the room, actually lying next to her and my FBs fucked both of us. Amy fucks all the time! She was screaming so loud, pleasure or pain iono, that she could not hear my not so loud moaning.

I asked FBs who used my ass to fuck kajira's mouth - bet you didn't know BITCH. Did you taste it? You didn't like the taste of cum? What a joke, all girl love cums! Now you know BITCH.

I also asked my FBs to try dump as much cum onto kajira's locked pussy, better aim at her hymen opening and shoot - get her knocked up - I could use a pregnant Asian whore in a few months.

24 hours? Okay, that was the original agreement and I intended to keep my promise. But things changed BITCH! WhoreAmy has plans for you.

O, your cousin in Baylor? Send her over here, or better we'll pick her up. I hope she likes what you like. Hehehehehehe.

Where was Cock all this time? Maning the camera for future use - our 401K, if you would.

Yes, the door opened. Cock and I did leave for a short while for a nice warm shower. I want to make sure he is still MINE. Not quite sure, by the stiffness of his cock. Sigh.

Cock and I came back in and we proceeded to remove Kajira's Sirik, we even removed her mouth gag donut. The next session is a very rough one and she needs to be mobile and flexible.

She began to ask questions - duh, she must be puzzled and have a ton of questions. But I shut her up "Slaves do not speak until spoken! You hear?" My jealousy must have made me very mean she looked scared the way I addressed her.

kajira shut up and just stood there legs wide apart, smelling like a cum slut as she now is.

I am a nice mistress, so I gave her a glass of water and what she thought were advils. Hahahaha, they were more aphrodisiac pills, because she had a long night ahead of her! She was blindfolded, so she thinks I tell her the truth, stupid slave.

Then I thought about her breasts. So I got some rope and tied them tightly at the base and they puffed into big balls and she moaned and begged her Mistress to stop. I told her to shut up or we would put the sirik and a larger gag on her. Now her breasts are big and turning color and the piercings stand out. Maybe we need bigger rings?

In came a dozen choice BBCs - my personal pick from my pool of FBs. They all have the thickest and hardest cocks and they last and last and last and they shoot loads and loads of cum after thick cum.

mistress gives you a deep french kiss before handing you to the dozen BBCs - mistress wanted to say to Kajira that even though she is jealous and mad at you, she does love you still. But why say it, let the French kiss to all the talking, right?

I removed Kajira's blindfold - wanted her to see what RAPE really means.

As with my privious group of FBs, I set down the fuck rules.

No breaking of her hymen was going to happen, not due to my mercifulness, but virgins have their market values.

Aim and shoot hard into her hymen opening.

Teach Kajira to suck cock, deep deep throat fucking.

Don't forget to squeeze hard on her lit and nipples.

RAPE HER! Kajira requested to be viciously raped, so honor her wish.

Kajira will get at least 50 loads of cum dumped on her, and she must swallow each drop of them.

"Gentlemen, start your engine!" with that I took out my whip and w/o notice lashed five strokes on Kajara. Left breast, right breast, left, right buttock, finally, with Kajira's legs open I slashed my whip upwards from the floor hitting her snatch.

"Enjoy your virgin"!



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My fantasy had taken a very bad turn. Why had I been so foolish to travel halfway across the country and give myself to Mistress? She was not at all like the loving little fucktoy whore she seemed. I thought it would be a safe and fun 24 hours, and now I was worried sick. 

And I was sick! I had swallowed so much cum from my anal and mouth rapes, and now there was more to come, much more!

And every hour was worse. Not only was I collared and pierced, but now my boobs, my tender and lovely boobs, were bursting from the pressure of being tied, and they had slash marks across each, from Mistress' whip.

And suddenly the room was filled with at least a dozen black men, each so much bigger than my Asian boy friends, each with huge cocks standing at attention and ready to rape me deeply!

I screamed and raced to the door. How stupid of me. It was like throwing bloody pieces of fish into a shark pool. I never made it near the door and they had me, throwing me on my back, surrounding me like wild animals!

They seemed to have some sort of pecking order, like a pack of wolves, there was an alpha male. He was black as coal. As his pack held me down, making any attempt to escape impossible, he reached and grabbed my face, pushing his fingers into my cheeks until they hurt. I cried in pain.

"Listen, carefully, you worthless yellow slave. I am going to rape your mouth and you are going to swallow every drop. If I feel your teeth on my cock, I will knock your teeth out. Suck and swallow, no teeth, do you understand?"

I couldn't speak clearly with his fingers in my cheeks, but I nodded and tried to say, "Yes."

He was so close to me, and were his pack of animals, and I got my first smell of their body odor. It was awful! I wanted to puke! They were so excited and their glands were oozing sweat and musk, and it was so strong I thought I might choke. I tried to breathe only through my mouth.

But that lasted only a second, as he mounted me and shoved his mile long cock into my mouth. When it was halfway in, I knew I could not possibly take it all. I focused on my lips and teeth, making sure they did not touch his cock. He pushed it further and further into my mouth. I was afraid I would gag and puke all the cum in my stomach all over him. I was so scared.

He seemed to understand my problem, however. Maybe Mistress had prepared him for this little slave. His friends were chanting, "deeper, deeper, all the way," but he leaned closely, his scent like a wild beast, and helped me. "Breathe through your nose, slave. Relax. If you gag, I will whip the skin off your yellow body."

His hands pulled on my nipple rings, my throbbing boobs just another toy for him. I groaned, and he pushed his cock deeper. Two other BBC's grabbed my legs to pull them apart, and two examined the locks on my pussy. Again I groaned and again the cock went further into my throat. I was trying my best, and noticed that very little cock remained outside of my mouth. 

I wanted to take him, I wanted to take it all. His male animal scent no longer mattered, his cock felt like it was halfway down my throat, when suddenly, he screamed like a wild man, and he exploded in my throat. 

There was no chance to swallow. His cum went straight into my stomach, and he screamed again, emptying his load. As he withdrew his cock, he slapped me, somewhat playfully on my cheek, and complimented, "You'll make a good slave." Strangely, that made me happy and pleased.

The two pulling my legs apart, lifted them and pulled them back over my head, and the beta wolf immediately imbedded himself in my ass. No lubrication, no tenderness, just an immediate thrust into my aching ass. When he withdrew, he made very attempt to force his semen into my virgin pussy, pushing as hard as possible against the locked openings. I wailed, fearful of producing a half Asian, half black child, but the moment I opened my mouth, another cock filled it and fucked my throat.

Back and forth, for the next hour and more, all dozen emptied themselves in this worthless slave. They held their slave upside down and fucked her face, forcing her to swallow their cum against the pull of gravity. 

They twisted her in all positions and suddenly lifted her in the air, holding her over a BBC whose cock was vertical, and with no warning, dropped her on the impaling cock spear. That is all I remember. The pain was too much and I passed out.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cock video taped all this focusing mainly on Kajira's face. Face it, there are so much porn on the market BBC fucking a helpless Asian whore be it mouth, ass or cunt is so common. What we wanted to capture is the pain/pleasure of an Asian whore being raped. That, my friend will bring a ton of dough for our retirement and enjoyment when Cock and I are old.

Assuming Cock does not run away with Kajira! Why I say that? I see his cock being so stiff all the time. Cocks never lie, my Cock wants kajira.

Speaking of my slave kajira, she though passing out is a fast way out? Fat chance. Little did she know my FBs, especially this hand pick group, has stamina. When they fucked me, they average five shot each in my holes. So for kajira, this is only 20% of pain/pleasure delivered.

She passed out pbbly because this is her first rough sex in her entire life. The earlier group of my FBs were the gentile guys I used to break her in. Poor kid, two hours ago she was a virgin (is she still a virgin) now she had had two dozen of guys gangbanging her - till she passed out - literally!

O well such is life, she asked for this fantasy.

My FBs though not slaves, they do obey me of every command, demand I ask for. For one simple reason - they love to fuck me and if I am not pleased, they stand the chance of being black listed.

"What the fuck are you guys waiting for?" "It took me a lot of planning to bring this virgin for your enjoyment.", and my amusement and 401k.

"Don't just stand there" "WhenI said rape her I never said to stop just because she passed out". "Cn't you see this yellow whore is enjoying your big cocks?"

One guy, the smart one, although I don't know his name, (I don't know any of their names, who name toys?) pick up Kajira and slapped her face so hard it left a burs mark. But that woke her up.

Kajira opened her mouth trying to say something. Maybe to ask where she is or what's going on, cuz she looked lost.

The smart guy immediately put his mouth on Kajira's and gave her a long french kiss. Others caught on and grabbed and groped and felt Kajira all over her flesh. Her ass is immediately filled, pumped, pumped hard. Some shot in her ass,but most remembered that I ordered them to impregnate her so they placed their cock head right on the small openings between the locks onKajira's pussy opening and shot their black seeds straight into her soaking wet cunt.

That reminds me, since kajira's cunt is in fact dripping nectar, she must be having more pleasure than pain. And by her shuddering and moaning, i can tell she had orgasmed over and over again.

I believe she had reached several convulsive, continuous orgasm which is like a spasm an uncontrollable smash as a result of extreme sexual pleasure.

Kajira, when this is over you will thank me for all the pleasure I broght for you even though along the way you had to suffer some pain.

In a matter of hours, a virgin had reached convulsive, continuous, uncontrollable, involuntary orgasm. Most women never achieve that inter entire life. Even for me a slut/whore it took me years before I knew what that was like.

For that,even if I or my Cock took your cunt virginity (breaking your valuable hymen) it will be worth it. Would me.

My BBC FBs may be good in bed they are not very bright. I just hope my marching order is clear - RAPE THE HELL OUT OF THIS BITCH. USE HER WITH OR WITHOUT HER CONSENT.

There is one more problem I didn't anticipate - I am as horny as hell just watching - I need a FUCK!

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I felt it first, my face being slapped. For a moment, I had no idea where I was. A nightmare, perhaps, but opening my eyes and seeing all those black faces brought me to reality. I was living a nightmare and there was no way to wake up and make it go away.

I tried to speak, to plead , to beg, but before I could make any sense of my words, another black cock filled my mouth, snaking its way down my throat. I thought guys could ejaculate once, maybe twice, but I was sure these black studs were working on their 4th or 5th explosion into my body.

My mind kept reminding me, 'don't touch their cock with my teeth.' I was so afraid they really would knock out my teeth if I did.

Where was Mistress? Why did she hate me so? I could not believe she was putting me through this awful experience because she loved me. What had I done to anger her? 

Finally, even these black horses ran empty. I had no idea how long I had been at their mercy. The only window in the room had a curtain, and it was closed. It did seem like it was getting darker outside. The entire day had become a blur. If asked to pick out my rapists from a police line up, I could not. All blacks look alike to me, but I had to admit, I might recognize them by their cocks. The alpha wolf had a cock that reminded me of a baseball bat. No one else could match his size, and I had seen it up close 5 times, at least.

After a few had left the room, Mistress returned. My eyes we nearly closed, the dried cum had hardened. I tried to hear them talk, but they whispered quietly. I caught a few words: hot slut, slave, cum bucket, fuck, tomorrow...

Tomorrow! No, I had to leave tomorrow. My cousin was expecting me by noon tomorrow. I could not stay another day. We made a deal! Mistress promised!

The alpha black complimented Mistress on my tongue stud. He said it added a lot to his pleasure. I had totally forgotten about that piercing stud. Now I flicked it against the front of my teeth, feeling the vibration through my swollen tongue and puffy lips. 

Mistress leaned over me. I couldn't rise from the bed. "Good, slave," was all she said. I couldn't respond. I was totally spent.

I felt her begin to unwind the rope around my breasts. At first, I could barely feel it. My boobs were numb. They had been slapped and pinched and there was no circulation. At first, it felt good as the rope unwound, and then suddenly the blood rushed in and I screamed in the worst pain of my life!

"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," I exploded, reaching for my poor globes. "Noooooooooooooo, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," I wailed. I managed a sneak look at Mistress and saw her smile slightly. She knew this would happen, I'm sure of it. 

She reached over and clipped a leash to my collar. "Come, lazy slave. I am not going to let you lay around and waste time. You stink and need a shower."

I slipped from the bed and went straight to the floor, following her to the bathroom on all fours. When we arrived, I was surprised by the room. Over half of it consisted of a shower stall without door or curtain. She pulled me up and clipped my leash to the showerhead. 

There was a shower gel dispenser on the wall. "Make yourself clean, slave, and make it fast." She turned on the water and an ice cold spray hit my body. I tried to escape the water, screaming in anguish, twisting my body as much as my leashed neck would allow. I reached for the turn on handle. Immediately Mistress grabbed a whip and striped my ass with two swipes. "Leave it on, you worthless slave! We are not going to waste hot water on your worthless body! Wash your body and hair, now!" she screamed at me.

As quickly as possible, my teeth chattering and my body covered in goosebumps, I washed myself, trying to remove all the layers of cum that plastered my hair and skin.

Mistress urged me on, saying I should be thanking her for cooling off my hot body. She ordered me to pee onto the shower floor, and I felt the warm piss along the sides of my thigh. Soon, the numbing cold water began to feel normal. I guess my skin was numb at this point, and I knew my southern California tan seemed more blue than tan.

Finally, she turned off the water and tossed me a towel. I rubbed it quickly and forcefully over my skin, trying to generate some heat. My beautiful hair was a mess and I hoped Mistress would allow her slave to brush and comb it. 

Instead, Mistress ordered me to all fours, and pulled me from the room with the leash. I wondered where her BF was. I thought they were partners in my enslavement. And his muscled body had actually attracted me, despite his part in my suffering.

We reentered the room of my rape, and walked to the side wall, where all forms of bondage equipment hung. She pulled down metal cuffs, which seemed to have a locking sound as she snapped them over my wrists and then my ankles.

"Mistress?" I tried to ask, wanting to remind her that I had to leave tomorrow and I really needed to sleep.

"Shut the fuck up, slave," she said, no friendliness in her voice. 

I heard the door behind me open, at first afraid the next gang of rapists had arrived. Instead, I heard her BF's deep and sexy voice, "Whore," was all he said.

"Yes, Cock, we are almost ready." Ready? Ready for what? Please, I want to leave! I want to go home!

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Ready for a late night snack. I gave her a glass of warm milk - with 6.25 mg of estrogen - that will make her really horny and her nipples will turn dark soon, too.

Slaves do not speak unless when spoken to. Slaves do not ask questions, they must not be curious. Slaves must be patient cuz their purpose in life is to serve their Mistress/Master and carry out orders precisely w/o knowing why. JUST DO IT.

But Kajira, my wet cunt slave, is a UCLA PhD candidate as such she thinks and is inquisitive. So, in order to make her a good slave we, Cock and I, must train her.

The two rape sessions were designed to only break her in. The fun hasn't started, yet.

I strung up Kajira with hands cuffed to her back and hung from a hook from the ceiling. She still had her 5 inch high heels. I pulled the hanging chain tight so Kajira had to tip toe to her max - a good posture of the feet.

She must not relax cuz her weight is partially supported by the hanging chain pulling her hands behind her back and by her tipsy toes.

Before doing anything further, Cock and I have decided to have our own fun with her beautiful body. Kajira is wonderfully beautiful, has a nice body and the way she's strung - she's a perfetc Asian whore.

I used a small set stool in he front and proceeded to kiss her. I gave her a great warm french kiss. A slave kisses with her tongue sticking into the kisser, a lady keep her tongue in her out. I didn't have to teach her that - she is already a whore. UCLA taught her well.

While enjoying the kiss, I put my right hand between her legs, pulled on her clit ring - hard- with my middle finger and squeezed her engorged clit with my thumb and index finger. From kajira's reaction, I can tell she's enjoying as much as I do.

As my left hand went around her butt trying to reach her ass, I found my Cock positioned himself right behind her trying to enter her ass RAW.

I was over my jealousy by now, after all Cock and I were in this together and we must break her together if it means Cock fucking her to his content.

While fucking her ass, he put his hands in Kajira's from, crossed and fondled her breasts and pulled on her titty rings - hard.

We abused her for about ten minutes and Cock shot his load in her ass. He then asked me to clean it up. I am a creampie lover. With his help lifting Kajira by her legs, I went down between them and sucked on her ass till I had all of Cock's cum in my mouth.

I moved my mouth an inch up and blew part of the cum into Kajira's hymen hole. Saved the other half of cum and blew into Katra's mouth and told her to hold cum till order is given to swallow. She obliged, did not even protest.

We are satisfied with Kajira's body - for now. But I was still very very horny. So Cock and I hopped into my fuck bed and he made love to me for twenty minutes - one of my best fucking session due to the erotic circumstances, I suppose. Kajira watch. I noticed her cunt nectar flowed down her thighs.

I took out a surgical rubber tube about 3, 4 feet long. Inserted it into her hymen opening. She took about six inches of it - about the right depth of a virgin. I used painter's blue masking tape and taped the tube along her right leg and used a shot glass at the lower end of the tube.

I wanted to catch all the cunt nectar kajira will be juicing for the hours to follow.

Cock took the masking tape and again taped her boobs jutting her tits - so sexy. I particularly liked the purple color her boobs turn into after a while due to lack of circulation.

We put back the Sirik, this time more elaborate, making sure everything is as tight as can be....

Cock had a custom made gag molded with his erect penis. He used it to gag Kajira's mouth after inserting her donut shaped mouth ring so her jaw is forced open and mouth gaged. His cum still in Kajira's mouth. Haha.

A remote control dildo is inserted into Kajira's ass and the Sirik stung under it making sure it stay in her ass cuz the vibration might knock it loose.

Kajira's legs were fitted with a foot long rod to ensure her legs were open apart exposing her crotch.



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I was in agony. No other word for it, yet I could actually hear the drip drip drip of my pussy juice, flowing through the pussy tube into the glass taped to my leg. I can't explain it, why this humiliation and pain and suffering resulted in my pussy oozing my love juices. My education, my university learning, did not apply. I may be studying for my PhD, but as a slave, I could not even explain the way my body was betraying me.

It was bondage hell. Everything ached. My piercings. My constricted boobs. Maybe my shoulders were the worst; they felt like they were going to dislocate. With my hands locked behind my back, when Mistress and Cock pulled them upwards, it forced me to bend over and expose my entire ass to their wishes. I teetered on the high heels, afraid that if I fell over I would destroy my shoulders.

And then the spreader bar, forcing my legs far apart. Truly, the hoop earrings declaring me SLAVE were correct. I could not even voice my complaints with the penis gag in my mouth.

I thought about the gag. It was insidious. First a ring gag was forced into my mouth, and then the penis gag was forced through the opening and somehow locked to the ring. If they had inserted it this morning, I would have gagged and choked, but with all the practice I had with Mistress' BBC FB's, it felt perfectly comfortable in my mouth and throat. In fact, I was able to swirl my tongue around the cock, imagining that I was tenderly caressing it. What a fast learner I seemed to be, but not sure if that is good or not!

Every time I moved an inch, the chains of the sirik tugged on one ring or another, and just when I found a comfortable moment, Mistress or Cock turned on the ass vibrator and I screamed in orgasm.

Just when I thought it could get no worse, it did. I felt Mistress' fingers at my pussy. She was unlocking the padlock! "Noooooooooooo," I screamed into the gag, but as far as anyone knew, I was screaming, "Yesssssssssssss!" If they unlocked my pussy, then I would surely be at the mercy of Cock or any of the FB's that seemed to always circle around this house.

Mistress tugged on each ring, and each movement caused my juice flow rate to increase. Suddenly, I screamed in pain. She had clipped something onto my one pussy lip, between the rings I supposed, and then seconds later another clip. I felt a chain or some metal brushing against my skin.

Meanwhile, Cock was wrapping some sort of leather strap around my upper thighs. He pulled them tight. And then I felt my pussy lips being stretched wide, as he seemed to clip the chain from the pussy clip to the thigh wrap, pulling them tightly, totally opening my pussy to fresh air for the first time, totally exposing my pussy to anyone who wanted to fill it!!!!

"Ngooooooooooooooooooo," shaking my head, screaming that they could not take my virginity, that this was not part of the deal. All Mistress did was turn up the flow to the ass vibrator, and another orgasm shook their slave.

FLASH! I noticed the flash of a camera, and twisting my head as far as possible, all became clear. Mistress was taking my picture! FLASH. With my cell phone! FLASH. She ordered me to lift my head, and I refused. It only took one whip administered by Cock across my ass, for me to obey. FLASH! I was nearly blinded, the light of the flashes so direct into my eyes. Why were they using my cell phone?

They wrapped the blindfold over their slave's eyes, further enhancing her disorientation. She was seeing stars and continued to hear the click of a camera. CLICK. She was feeling things she never imagined, she was bondaged so tightly, two holes were filled and one was wide open, and she was totally at their mercy. There was nothing she could say or do, so she prayed for the first time in years, asking God that some way she might escape, still a virgin. 

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There was a fight between Cock and Whore. Cock wanted to keep Kajira as a permanent slave and make an income generating whore out of her. Cock also wanted to break Slave's hymen and take her virginity. Cock wanted to use Slave until she's knocked up although she may already be pregnant w/ all those strong black seeds pumped through her hymen hole.

But Whore insisted that we honor our promise to let her visit her Baylor cousin and then return to Calif. w/ her virginity intact.

Jealousy aside, I truly liked Kajira and believe we can eventually convince her to cum back for more slave training until she willing becum our permanent slave.

I have been in contact w/ mstrtec on Tumble and Cock knows that. I am very much inclined to becum his beta whore/slave and mstrtec told me he will take me in if I commit. Fearing my departure, Cock agreed to lest Kajira visit her cousin. (checkout mstrtec@tumblr.com)

But, Cock kept her cell phone. Cock threatened to send Kajira's disgraceful pix to all her contacts, including her parents, if Kajira does not return. Son-of-a-bitch! He planned it all along!

We removed the sirik from Slave's body, leaving limb cuffs, the tongue ring, SLAVE ear ring on her. The belly and lower body piercings also remain. We loaned her my car and cell phone and let her visit her cousin.

She was told to return within five hours, her visit would be brief cuz there will be more slave training and then we would let her return to her parents.

Whether kajira will cum back or not is up to her. Whore strong;y believe she will cim back. Whore sensed that Kajira truly enjoyed our treatment of her.

My best evidence? The cunt juice collector I installed collected a near full cup of cunt juice in a shot glass! Kajira may not admit she enjoyed it, she may not even be aware that she enjoyed it but Kajira HAD A GOOD TIME - cunt juices do not lie. I know. 

So off she went to Baylor.

While left alone I noticed Cock went online immediately. Hmmmm? He usually fuck the crap out of me whenever we're alone!!!!!!!

Turns out he ordered more slave equipments. What's going on?

Cock and I had a few conversation before about widening my labia spread. He liked the way Kajira's pussy was now wide open, with chains pulling her labia wide open, so her pink can be seen at all times. 

Well, after finishing online ordering, he told me to spread standing and proceeded to put labia rings on me - six of them as we did Kajira! Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch and ouch. And the alcohol also hurts - a lot!

Cock then pulled my labia outwards to each side, clipping them to thigh wrap, just like Kajira. It makes me happy when Cock is happy!

Finally my cunt sports an open view! Whore sooooooo loves it.

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The problem was not the 45 minute drive to where my cousin lived, near the Baylor Uni campus. I had called her from Mistress' cell, telling her that mine had dropped in the airport and broken. I told her things had changed a little, that I could only spend lunch time with her. Everything I was saying was a lie. I told her I had a serious boyfriend, and that I was staying at his place and going to meet his parents for dinner. Please don't tell my parents, I begged her. 

She gave me the location of a place to eat, and with the GPS and driving Mistress' or Cock's nice car, it was easy. What was not easy to explain was how I looked and how I was dressed! 

I drove about a mile from Cock's house, and then pulled over to the side of the road and just cried. I had no idea how to get out of this mess. I couldn't run. They had my airline tickets and the damning evidence of my slavery on my cell phone. I had to go back and try to escape some other way. While I loved their training and enslavement, I knew I could not just leave everything behind, my PhD program, my family and my friends.

I know many of you think I should have called the police. What is the point? They did not kidnap me, and they have my emails to prove it. I was trapped, and until I could use my brains to get my pussy out of jail, I was their slave.

I took inventory of my condition. My hair was a mess. Mistress had emptied much of the contents of my bag, leaving only my wallet, some Advil, and fortunately, my brush. Using the rearview mirror, I tried to make my hair look normal. There were still sections of dried cum, but I brushed them out as well as possible. I had to cover the SLAVE earrings, forsur. And yes, I did try to remove them, but there was some clasp that would not release. 

My tongue! Fuck!!!!!! Cock removed the stud, and immediately replaced it with a ring! It was so hard to talk now and there was no way to disguise this. The only good thing was that my cousin knew I had pierced my ears and bellybutton against the will of my parents, so an additional tongue piercing would not make a difference, hopefully. 

And Mistress added a bell to my clit ring. She said all pets need to be belled. When I moved, it rang, tinkle tinkle. How could I hide this? 

My neck, collared in metal. What could I do about that? NOTHING! They forced me to wear a low, low cut top, and so the collar could not be hidden, and it matched the metal cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Damn the ankle cuffs! Damn the ring on the collar. I could have explained away the metal as some California fad. Well, I would try anyway. Yes, dear cousin, it is called the Egyptian slave girl look, so popular with college kids and my bf really likes it.

The top was so tight, my boobs stretched the material to its maximum, the problem being my new nipple rings were clearly evident. Mistress had a box of Kleenex in the car, and I folded two pieces neatly and tucked them between the rings and the knit top. It would have to do. And yes, my boobs still throbbed from being tied up and made into balloons.

The worst part was still to come! They gave me only a very short, flimsy skirt to wear, and even as I looked down at myself, it had ridden high up to my waist, and the slave tinkle bell was easily seen. When I walked, there was no way to keep it silent, and if I bent over for any reason, it would show. I thought that maybe if it was a noisy restaurant and I walked slowly and spoke loudly I could hide the sound. 

And finally the thigh straps, used to pull my pussy wide open!!!!! Fuck, it felt so good, yet was totally impossible to completely hide with this short, short skirt. If I pulled it down as far as possible, so it just rode on my hips, and if I just stood there, maybe it could not be seen. Maybe if I took baby steps, as though my ankles were chained.

Walking slowly was not going to be hard, with these fucking 5 inch heels that I was wearing. I never wore heels that high and I only got them because Mistress ordered me to wear them on the plane. They made me walk like a duck, so even though I was slow, I wobbled, and that made the bell tinkle. Plus, the shoes were all nasty and scuffed from being led around on the floor all day yesterday, and there were cum spots all over them from all the BBC's that raped me.

If Mistress had wanted to dress me up as a whore for Halloween, she could not have done a better job. I was completely humiliated and distraught.

The GPS told me I was getting close. My stomach was in knots from worry, and from lack of food. Cock and Mistress fed me very little, telling me that I got all the nutrition I needed from the BBC'S. 

The restaurant was crowded! As I drove up, my cousin waved to me from the sidewalk and pointed towards a valet parking lot. Just what I needed, some guy seeing me get out of the car, thigh straps and clitty bell visible, metal locked all over me, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

I pulled up to the valet hut and got out as quickly as possible, before he could get around to the driver's side. I pulled my skirt as low as possible and gave him a winning smile as I took the ticket and slowly wobbled away towards my cousin. I could feel his eyes boring under my skirt as I walked away. 

I could tell my cousin was taking in my entire body with her look. Her face had a smile pasted on it, trying to imply everything was normal, but we both knew nothing was normal. We hugged each other, as I tried not to lean over very far, not wanting my skirt to reveal the signs of my enslavement.

She had reserved a table outside in the patio area. To get there, I had to pass a dozen tables, and all of patrons stared at me, the pupils of their eyes dilating at the sight, I am sure.

I sat down as quickly as possible. I won't bore you with the details. I had lasagna, salad, bread sticks, and iced tea. Oh, isn't that what you wanted to know? Well, I was hungry, you know.

Ok, so you want to know what happened. Well, it was fuck-awful, if you must know. As I told you before, I blamed the steel cuffs and collar and tongue ring on the bf of my imagination. I know my cousin was embarrassed to be sitting next to me. She was a conservative, goody good good Asian daughter, and I just hoped she didn't immediately call her parents or mine when we departed. 

I drank too much iced tea, using the drinking as an excuse to think when she asked a probing question, trying not to tell conflicting lies, and it wasn't long before I had to pee. There was no way I was going to get up and walk through the restaurant, so I just held it.

The meal was over, I had done as well as possible, and my cousin had seemed to relax and we actually joked about family issues and the past. And then the cell phone rang. I had to pick it up, already knowing who would be calling.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Do you know who this is calling you, and all you say is Hello?"

I knew she wanted me to call her Mistress, but how could I sitting this close to my cousin.

"Um, hi, yes."

"Remember the way you failed to correctly address your Mistress, slave, because we will add this to your punishment list."

"Yes, I understand."

"When you left, Cock pierced my labia lips like you and now my lips are pulled wide open. I love it. Do you love it, slave?

"Um, yes, sure." 

"Cock has more ideas, I am sure. Anyway, how is your lunch going?"

"Fine, thanks, we are almost finished."

"Good, Cock and your Mistress want you back as quickly as possible. Here, Cock wants to talk to your cousin. Hand her the phone."

What? No!!!!!!!!!!!, please no. But to disconnect the call now would just ask for additional punishment. I had no choice, and handed the cell to my cousin, telling her my boyfriend wanted to say hi.

My cousin spoke with Cock for a minute or two, they laughed about a few things, she told him a little of herself, and he must have asked what she thought of my appearance, because she said she thought I looked different, but happy. That seemed to end it, so she handed it back to me. Mistress was still on the line. 

"Cock told her that his family dinner was starting an hour earlier than expected, and asked her to understand that you had to leave. Have someone take a picture of the two of you before leave. Make sure your legs are spread widely like a good slave and that your tongue and ring are sticking out. Understand, slave?"

"Um, yes, ok, thank you, see you soon, bye."

I cut the connection, knowing that if Mistress was not finished, she would call back and knowing that punishment awaited me back at the house. My cousin knew I had to leave, and I asked our waitress to take our picture. With my back to the wall of the restaurant, I stood close to her, spread my legs, and stuck out my pierced tongue, just as the picture snapped. I heard the bell tinkle as I spread my legs. My cousin looked at me with a surprised look on her face, but I just ignored her. A tinkling bell sound could come from anywhere, right?

I told my cousin I would send her a copy, we hugged one more time, and I went to get my car from the valet. 

I knew the valet could hardly wait to get a free look. He held the door open for me, making sure he had a good view. At this point, I didn't dare. I know he got a perfect view of my shaved pussy, pulled open by the rings and chain, and the bell. I dared to look at his face, which was glazed over. He would remember this moment a long time. I considered telling him that was his tip, but instead handed him $2, shut the door, and quickly left. 

I guess it went as well as expected. I am sure my cousin was totally shocked to see me, the way I was dressed and adorned with metal. In some ways, I was relieved to be gone. But 45 minutes away, Cock and Mistress awaited the return of their slave. 

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While slave was away I finally got time to serve my FBs who visit me continuously like visiting a whore house. Cum to think of it I do live in a whore house and I am the house whore!

But Cock is slowly, quickly rather, turning my whore house into a dungeon for slave abusing and training cuz he ordered a whole bunch of torture equipments and body decors most of which mistress has never heard of.

Mistress did not know there is a "Gauss" machine used to magnetize steel/titanium (tit anium?) so whenever slave walk pass any kind of iron objects the magnetic force would pull on her body decors and cause sensations.

Imagine how slave would pass airport security? Hahahahaha. And w/ her ass plug, they literally have to strip slave naked and pull out the plug. They pbbly give her a cavity check - they'd have to! What if slave got so turned on while being checked and "exploded" w/ squirt?

Speaking of ass plug, Cock ordered a cell based dildo that will silently answer calls to receive precoded messages and turn on the dildo for a specific duration and vibration speed or even a combo of speeds that surely would cause slave to convulse and cum - maybe during a semen?

There was also a heavy equipment Cock ordered, it was a guillotine looking construction, made of two heavy duty vertical bars and two horizontal bars attached. Slave can be fitted between the H-bars kneeling, her belly fixed to the lower bar, hands tied on the back to the upper bar.

Her tits can be strung and tied to the floor, her hair pulled up, her legs held wide open w/ a leg stretch. This puts slave in a perfect position exposing all her holes ready for viewing, molesting, pix taking or simply fucking.

Minutes before slave returned, the orders had already arrived - Cock paid extra shipping for immediate delivery! Wow. Wonder what was he planning?

What shocked me was Cock ordered everything in duplicate - is Mistress gonna be his next slave to be trained side by side w/ kajira?

Stay tuned.



Amy Met Kelli on Tumblr Ch. 09-10



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They were both waiting for me when I pulled into the garage. I had called when I was about 10 minute out, just as Mistress had ordered. Cock was dressed in his usual shorts and T, and Mistress stood behind him.

“Strip,” was the only word Cock said as I stepped from the car and handed him the keys and his cell. He ordered me to all fours and I obeyed quickly, looking down to the ground. He moved aside for Mistress. I noticed Mistress was wearing heeled boots, the black vinyl stretching up past her knees. She ordered me to lift my head and stick out my tongue. The moment I did this, my mouth opened wider in surprise. During the time I was gone, Mistress had been pierced, her pussy now ringed and her lips now pulled by chains to her thigh wraps, almost identical to her slave!

A flash of light indicated her tongue was also pierced!

SWISH! The lash of the leash striped my ass. “Yes, slave, Cock has pierced your Mistress, and her pussy is now wide open for instantly satisfying his needs. Stick your tongue out, slave.”

She swiftly clipped the leash to my tongue ring. Of course, I wanted to beg her not to do this, but that would have been a waste of breath. Cock and Mistress had me as their slave and until I could figure out how to get my cell phone and escape.

I scrambled to keep up with Mistress as she led me to “my room.” With my tongue stretched and the tension strong on the ring, I panted and groaned. The tinkle bell on my clitty ring rang and every moved stretched my pussy lips, still chained to my thighs. What a ridiculous sight I must have made. I felt like a fool and an animal, their bitch.

But my pussy was already leaking, as I was able to watch Mistress’ and her spread pussy. The black boots, her creamy thighs and dripping pussy, it was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen!

I felt Cock right behind me, and knew he was salivating over my swaying ass, also. Truly, he now had two slaves, each boiling over with lust and desire. 

As we entered the room, I was able to see that it had totally changed. There was new equipment, all designed to bondage a slave, it seemed to me. Racks and posts and additional hooks from the ceiling. 

Mistress led me near the center, removed the leash from my mouth, and ordered me to stand and spread my legs. Quickly I obeyed. She cuffed my hands in front and guiding me slightly to the right, she lifted my hands and hooked them to a ring that hung from the ceiling. Immediately Cock hit a switch and my hands began to rise, until I was completely stretched, my feet still flat on the ground. This felt better than when I was stretched with my hands locked behind my back, because that put great strain on my shoulders. This was just slightly uncomfortable.

She then ordered me to open my mouth again and when I did, she inserted a gag that I can only describe as a bit, like a horse has in its mouth. It had rings and straps and she used these to tighten the bit in my mouth, making it impossible to form any words.

“Spread your legs further,” Mistress ordered, and I obeyed like the trained slave I had become. At some point, the pussy chains would stretch no further.

At this point, Cock moved a pole beneath me. I strained my neck to look down and noticed that it was topped by a plastic cock, almost as big as the alpha black wolf that fucked my ass so many times yesterday. Cock centered the pole and then pressed something and the pole was made to rise higher, and higher, until it just touched my spread, ringed, and gaping pussy. 

“You were disobedient, slave,” Mistress began. “You did not address your Mistress properly. You did not just forget, you intentionally were disobedient. Right, slave?”

She was correct, of course. At the restaurant on the phone, I knew she wanted me to say the word Mistress, but I couldn’t say it in front of my cousin. I grunted into the gag and nodded my head, hoping that by agreeing it would lessen my punishment.

“Stand on your tiptoes, slave,” and when I did, Cock raised the cock-topped pole and actually inserted it into my pussy! “Ngo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo,” I screamed into the gag. He seemed to push it as high as possible without actually breaking my hymen. I strained onto the tips of my toes.

“Mistress promised she would not take your virginity, but once you disobeyed, she decided that you were no longer worthy of being a virgin, so you will take your own virginity, slave.”

“Huhhhh,” I uttered

“Yes, in just a few moments, your legs will cramp, you will have no choice but to lower your feet and then you will break your own hymen and this nonsense of being a virgin slave will be over. Of course, we will document this moment for our collection and make big bucks on the internet in time.”

“eee eee eee eee esss sss sse, ngoo ooo ooo oooo,” already my legs were losing their strength. The pole was at the boundary of my virginity, pushing continually on my unbroken hymen. The tension in my legs was awful, they were shaking, my toes yielding to pain, I could hold out no longer. Suddenly, the swish of a whip lashed my ass and I screamed into the gag.

With one final, “Ngoo oooo oooo oooo oooo ooooo,” I impaled myself on the cock, forcing it past the point of no return, stealing my own virginity, wailing in frustration, pain, and anguish. I sobbed uncontrollably, saliva and tears mixing on my pierced breasts. My head slumped. It was over. What I had saved for marriage, for just the right guy, had been ripped from me, and I had taken my own virginity.

Mistress came into my field of vision. She stood before me and took a finger, wiping it along the top of the pole, now deeply inserted into my aching pussy. She held it in front of my face, a mix of blood and pussy juice. She took the finger, wiped the mix over my lips, parted by the bit gag, another smear under my nose, and then put the finger in her own mouth, sucking my blood/cum from it, and smiling every moment. 

It was over. There was nothing left for me to save. I was a broken slave, all my resistance at an end.

As my head slumped, I barely heard Cock whisper to Mistress. “Whore, put your hands behind your back.” Through my tears, I saw her obey. He immediately handcuffed Mistress, and I sense things had dramatically changed. Not only was I no longer a virgin, now available as a 3-hole fucktoy, but Mistress seemed to have taken a step closer to her enslavement. 

The words from Gorean culture echoed in my head. “All women were born to be slaves.” It seemed to be coming true for both Mistress and me.

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Ever since Slave agreed to visit us in Texas to realize her enslavement fantasy, Mistress felt Cock has been a different person. Cock seemed to be very much into this slavery thing and is quite besides himself. Mistress is a bit scared at this time. For one Cock totally ignored my promises to slave as to the extent we'd do to her, her body and flesh.

For two Cock had broken slave's virginity. Although he can say slave lowered her cunt into the plastic cock and broke her own virginity. But that's just not fair, slave was put in a position where she physically cannot control herself but to lower her cunt into the plastic cock.

Just as mistress was going through all this emotions, Cock ordered me to sit in a chair fitted w/ stirrups - another contraption Cock ordered recently. Cock apparently spoke to Mistress as if I was his slave. We were gf/bf I last checked.

"What…" Mistress tried to ask what was Cock doing, he stopped me "Whore, shut the fuck up and just do as I say." "Do not speak unless spoken to!, Understand?"

Mistress nodded and obeyed. Gorean was right, every women were born to be slaves. Obeying Cock seemed so natural to me. Mistress has to admit I obeyed cuz I was scared plus I actually wanted to be enslaved, too.

As Cock proceeded to strap my legs to the stirrups a big tall black man walked in. Mistress never met him before. At least I don't remember him fucking me before. He's so BIG I'd remember, at least my cunt would've.

The guy has big hands but slim fingers like those of a surgeon. His name is Hawkeye, what a name. Turns out Cock recruited him for his expertise in piercing and tattooing. He brought a big bag that resembles what a doctor would carry. He is a gynecologist specializing in abortion.

"Hawkeye, good to see you, I'm almost done getting Amy ready for you" "We call her Whore" "And that yonder is Slave straddling the poll, she just took her own virginity" Cock spoke as-a-matter-of-factly!!!!! I was shocked. This is not the Cock I knew.

Hawkeye went over to Slave and checked on her bloody cunt. "She'll be fine cuz her cunt is so wet, as long as she's wet the cock inside wouldn't be stuck. Hawkeye then lifted Slave's chin and stared at her. "You have a beauty here IFA" "Wouldn't mind fucking her myself".

Slaves are objects, to be owned, used, traded or whatever fuck these men wanted to do to us. So it seemed.

Mistress was not comfortable having my hands tied behind my back but I guess there's a reason for that. And the reason was that Hawkeye was gonna decorate my tits.

He took out some alcohol treated cotton and rubbed on both my boobs. He then injected anesthetic into both my boobs. Rubbed on my boobs and tits and stared at me "Can you feel it?" I nodded, nodded, he continued rubbing, groping me. Then numbness spread all over my chest, but I can still feel something, but quite numb.

He put on his surgical gloves and from his bag took out a gadget that resembles a staple gun. Probably a piercing gun. I was right. He squeezed on my right nipple and pulled outward - hard, punched a large hole just under my right nipple. Immediately blood came rushing out. He sprayed liquid nitrogen to freeze my circulation and that stopped the bleeding.

Immediately, he removed a 00-gage metal ring from a sterilized container and snapped it on my right tit. The snapping sound told me the ring has a irreversible lock - once locked it does not come off my tit.

He handed Cock some gauze, told him to wipe off any remaining blood. I looked down and I admit, I like what I see. A vey thick sturdy tit ring, nice and shining.

Cock gave me a couple of Advils for the pain that might set in later.

[[ Mistress learned that the smaller the gauge number the larger is the diameter of the rings, so a 00-gage ring is the largest of them all!!!! ]]

With swift motions, Hawkeye decorated my left tit.

All this was done with minimal pain and I was delighted. The huge size of the rings were simply awesome, I felt so sexy. I was so proud of myself cuz this 00-gage rings would certainly please all men - Whore loves to be liked by men, used, abused by men - and women. I smiled and looked at Slave. Slave kaw me smiling, she nodded and smiled back. She was happy for me, too, I'm sure.

Hawkeye told Cock "Better stop the piercing for now, cuz these super sized rings caused a lot of tissue damage and require some time to heal. I know you'd like to continue using these slaves so we'd better do the other piercings and surgical procedures that involve body modifications later."

"You're the doc. Wanna try on my new anal hooks?"

ANAL HOOKS? Mistress looked at slave and she at Mistress in disbelieve. I can tell we were both scared but both were excited to try on new abuses. We are, Mistress is convinced, born slaves.

Cock took out a set of large shining metal hooks with a ring hole at the other end connected to a few feet of ropes. The tip of the hook is shaped like a huge, bent penis equipped with an extra thick cock head.

"Why don't you satisfy yourself with Amy while she's in that fuck position. I'll watch"

Mistress was quite dumb founded that Cock humiliated me in front of slave and the Doc. "Satisfy yourself!!!! with Amy, Amy your gf"

Doc took out his cock, good sized one but I've seen better. Not quite all the way up, so he slid this head up and down my snatch, pulling on my clit rings - there's no need to spread my cunt cuz she was opened by hook-chains. Soon his penis grew hard.

Doc fucked me slow and fast wiggling his cock while inside my wet cunt. "Amy, you are as good as they all say - wet and tight with a vey good grip" Doc complimented me. I always like to hear that, but who the hell are THEY telling him how I fucked?

Must be Cock and some of my FBs! But I enjoyed the compliments.

As Doc fucked me he puled on my tit rings ever so gently, not sure if he was checking me out medically or abusing me. I was still numb, but I could feel the pull - love the sensations.

I actually cummed before Doc did. But as I orgasmed I induced his orgasm - I knew how to make them cum quickly anytime I want! My cunt grip is like a vacuum!

As he pulled out his cock, dripping w/ his cum and my cunt juices, Cock took a suction device and sucked up the fluid. Cock took it to slave and shot it deep into her wide open mouth and ordered "Hold it for me slave." Meaning do not swallow yet, just enjoy the taste. Slave nodded and obeyed!

Slave and I exchange looks. We both smiled lightly. We were both shocked, dumbfounded, but happy for everything that happened so suddenly. But that wasn't all, not by a long shot.

Before Doc used me, Cock took out a hook set, remember? My cunt still not very clean, Cock removed the straps of my legs to the stirrups. Ordered me up on a low table, and bend my butt up - way up!

Swiftly, Cock inserted the hook into my ass. Hawkeye help by spreading my cheeks. The hook went quite deep into my ass and the two men tried to lift me by my ass hook just to make sure it stayed in. It did.

Then the rope was connected to a chain that dropped from the ceiling and there Mistress was hooked.

"Spread your feet as wide as you can BITCH." He never called me BITCH before this slavery business began. I kinda like it, though.

I felt the rope tightening and I was almost suspended in air, butt up, not quite, but I was really stretched.

Doc with his cock still hanging out, flaccid by now, stepped in front of me and stuck his entire cock into my mouth. I tried my best to keep balance while he held my head snuggly close to his crotch, entire cock inside my mouth.

I can feel his cock growing, and growing fast. He held me very tight so eventually his cock went deep into my throat. I've never been fucked like this before and I've seen about a thousand cocks in my life time. But he didn’t cum in my mouth, because he had another slave hole right next to him.

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Amy Met Kelli on Tumblr X

Everything had changed. Mistress was no longer in control. In fact, she had become as much a slave as I was. Cock had either been inspired by her treatment of me, or he had planned this all along, to be a Master over two slaves. I am not sure. When the black stud lifted my head and said, "Wouldn't mind fucking her myself,” I am glad he did not ask if I thought that was a good idea. I might have nodded my head yes, allowing my pussy to control my actions, my mind no longer in control. I may be in the final stage of getting my PhD, but that was the furthest thing from my mind right now. My pussy demanded all the attention.

Clearly my Mistress was now a ringed slave herself. As I watched this Hawkeye work on her cunt, my wet cunt drooled juice and my pussy easily slid up and down a short distance on the pole. I was getting hotter and hotter. When they ass hooked Mistress, I wanted so badly to join her.

Suddenly Cock was speaking more and more and taking control. He unstrapped the bit gag from my mouth, much to my relief. It had chafed the corners of my mouth and been very unpleasant. He ordered me, hands still chained high in the air and still impaled over the cock pole, to open my mouth. When I obeyed, he removed the ring piercing in my tongue. I was so grateful, but I assumed incorrectly. He immediately replaced it with a new stud, shaped like a cock! The metal cock stuck straight up in my mouth; it felt so out of place, and I knew that my speech would be further distorted.

He then lowered the pole, with a slurping sound coming from my cunt. My pussy did not want to let the pole escape and immediately I felt so empty. The loss of my virginity was not nearly as awful as I imagined. I had protected it so long, from a time 6 years ago when the first guy wanted a piece of my ass, but now that it was gone, I felt some relief and a freedom to explore my sexuality even more.

Once freed of the pole, he lowered me to the floor, my legs unable to hold up my exhausted and defeated body. My head hung low. He grabbed me by the hair, not needing a leash, and pulled me towards the table on which Mistress was spread and hooked, her eyes wide with excitement. She truly loved the new thick nipple rings, her spread pussy, and hooked ass. She was being mouth fucked by Hawkeye and I had a front row seat.

“Kneel,” he ordered, and when I did so, Hawkeye pulled his huge cock from Mistress’s throat and immediately shoved it into my mouth. This was not a good test on my new cock stud, because Mistress had already sucked his cock to full size. I only had a moment to caress his cock with my new stud, when he exploded into my mouth. I took it all, pleasing him very much. My teeth never touched his cock and I cleaned it tenderly as it began to sag. It gave me pleasure to know he was pleased. 

“Is this slave for sale?” Hawkeye asked Cock? My heart quickened. For the first time, I truly knew what it meant to be a slave. In one moment, I could be sold and disappear from my previous life, a slave to a black man I had only just met and tasted.  

“Maybe soon, but not yet.” I was relieved and yet not relieved. “Not yet.” What did that mean, that in the near or distant future, I would be for sale? No way, another reason I had to escape as soon as possible.

“Up, slave,” and using my hair as a handle, he lifted me to a standing position and strapped me to the same chair in which my body was modified the day before. They could do with me as they pleased. He plugged my mouth with the ring gag/penis gag combination that I had worn the day before. 

“As we talked about, Hawkeye.”

“Sure, ok. Do you want her pussy lips shaved a bit so the hole is always open?”

“Noooooooo,” I wanted to scream! I shook my head as much as I could. Nooooooo!

“Looks like she doesn’t think much of the idea,” Cock laughed. I knew that with a nod, he could further modify my body beyond my wildest imagination and ruin any hope I still had for a real marriage to someone my parents would approve. So silly, I know, but I still cared what they thought. 

“Up to you man. You got me another 2 hours, so whatever you say.”

“Maybe next time. Let’s get on with our matching set of slave twins.”

“Right.”

He opened his bag and withdrew a …. Tattoo gun! I had seen these at the piercing shop where I had my ears and belly button pierced as a rebellious college freshman.

While Hawkeye was readying his equipment, I saw how Cock moved and immobilized Mistress. First, he put the same ring gag that controlled my speech in her mouth, minus the penis. Then he strapped Mistress back in the chair, with a strap across her forehead, basically locking her head to the headrest. Seconds later, my head was also locked to the chair. Whatever they had planned, Mistress and slave would be unable to stop.

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Oh SHIT! I said to myself. They are gonna tattoo on our faces, why else would they fix our heads and gag our mouths? So we can't move nor protest.

Tattooing on any hidden part of the body is one thing, on our face is something neither one of us slaves is ready. Kajira has yet to finish her PhD and I needed to go to work at a conservative work place.

Mistress cannot see slave and vice versa, but we both moaned as loud as we can to protest. So, we're on the same page - protesting in disbelief!




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But what did we get? Sympathy? Think again. We got whipped on our ringed boobs, still tender from ring wounds. So we shut up and sobbed.

Tears oozed out of our eyes from pain and fear. Mistress had never been so scared since this slaving began. Cock pulled the penis from Kajira’s ringed mouth.

“You are both now registered slaves. You are slave 199-671-002,” Cock said, directing his words to Kajira, “and you are slave 236-723-015,” he said to me. 

Wtf do these numbers mean, I am thinking. Cock was still talking, but Mistress was only hearing pieces… “and as such, your registration number needs to be…Hawkeye…tongs…”

One at a time, he tattooed the slave registration numbers on our inner lower lips. Tongs were used to pull our lips. We moaned and whimpered and screamed from the pain, but they ignored us.

We did not see these permanent numbers until Doc was done on both and held a mirror for us. He used the tong to reveal our inner lips, as we both moaned in pain and humiliation.



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Ring gagged as we were, our foreheads strapped to the chair rests, we were like test animals, unable to resist. I tried to scream my opposition to their horrible graffiti on my body, but it was once again futile. The more I tried to yell, the more they laughed and I was risking hyperventilating. I swallowed my sobs and pain.

They would do what they would do, and now both Mistress and slave were at their mercy, our slave numbers tattooed to our bodies. Forever! I choked on my sobs, the penis filling my throat.

They had unstrapped our heads and we immediately looked at each other, once Mistress and slave, now both slaves. 

"I think you need to let them both rest. They've been through a lot and no sense risking infection or other issues, when a little rest would do wonders," Hawkeye suggested. 

"I suppose," Cock relented. "Help me get them ready for bed, will you?"

"Sure."

With Hawkeye releasing me, strap by strap, and Cock releasing slave amy, we were both soon on all fours, pulled along by our hair. Our tinkle bells played sad music as we moved along like animals. We were led to the cum covered bed on which I had been constantly raped the night before. We both were pulled onto the bed, our asses back to back. I faced one direction, slave amy the other. It was extremely difficult to climb onto the bed with the thigh straps and pussy chains, that is for sure!

They removed our ring gags. My jaw ached from being forced open for so long.

I was not sure what Cock was doing to her, but he directed Hawkeye to replace my tongue cock stud with the ring. This was so humiliating, to stick out my tongue and helplessly pose like a bitch dog as an attractive black man changed my piercing. My hair was then pulled back in a pony tail, revealing those fuck-me SLAVE hoops. My lip was throbbing.

At Master Cock's direction, we were turned and lay next to each other, in opposite directions. My face was lined up with slave amy's pussy and hers was lined up with mine. Master Cock produced a small chain and I am sure Hawkeye had the same. My tongue was then chained to slave amy's clit ring, and from the pull on my pussy, her tongue was now linked to mine. Her tinkle bell was dripping with her juices.

My hands were still cuffed behind my back, and now my legs, split by slave amy's head, were chained so that they surrounded her head, and soon, slave amy's legs were wrapped around my head. Chains were then pulled between our nipple rings, fed through our collar rings, and tightened. Surely they were not going to leave us like this! 

"Sleep well, slaves," and Master Cock slapped me on the ass, making me grunt with pain. He and Hawkeye laughed at the plight of the slaves, and shutting off the light left us alone. I heard the door being locked.

We tried to communicate with each other, but with our tongue pulled out so tightly, and nearly embedded in each other's pussy, there was little we could say. I think slave amy was trying to say she was sorry. I tried to say the same, but it was ridiculous to add additional pressure on our rings and piercings. So instead, I stuck out my tongue and tenderly licked the clitty of my former mistress, digging deeper with each slurp. I wanted to satisfy her, so that in all her distress, she knew that I loved her. Moments later, I felt her tongue deep within me.

We both moaned our delight, and before falling asleep, we both came hard, plastering each other's face with love nectar. 

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Slave k dosed off soon after cuz she never slept since she left home. Slave amy hadn't had much sleep either, but I was well trained not to sleep much and just napping 10, 15 minutes here and there while FBs use me.

Anyways, as slave k slept slave amy continued to enjoy slave k's tasty cunt nectar. As slave amy continued licking slave k's snatch I can feel she continued to juice - hope she has a wet dream.

Slave amy dosed off. Then the light came on and we both woke somewhat disoriented, confused but I felt quite happy having my first, albeit partial, lesbian experience w/ a beautiful, just broken virgin and new slave - a very wet slave.

I smell alcohol. They must be off to dinner and drank.

W/o a word, they unchained and separated us and removed our hand cuffs and thigh chains w/ all other body decorations intact. Doc Hawkeye checked our wounds, touching our privacies, lifted our faces, ordering us to pout our lips, and stared like a pervert he is.

"On your feet slaves." Cock yelled.

They put a chain on our clit ring and dragged us all the way to the garage, garage door still open. They apparently came back to fetch us. To where? Worries and excitements. Slave k and I exchanged looks but dare not speak, but we seemed to be able to commute w/o words.

They throw us in the back seat and soon we came to a bar. We were ordered out and get on all fours. The chains went from our clit under our belly and out to the front. We followed as fast as we can. Our clit wounds weren't healed, yet and the pain remained. And of course, our lips were swollen and smarting from the tats.

There was only a few cars in the front. Then amy figured that the bar must be closed, cuz there's a 2 am curfew in most DFW cities.

Indeed the bar was closed cuz they had to knock on the door to get in. A big white guy, pbbly the bouncer, let us in.

Us? A slave Master, his friend and two bitches on their fours.

On the road Doc kept asking how much Cock wanted for slave amy. Cock wasn't ready to sell amy, yet but Doc kept pushing. Saying "You've had amy for years and aren't you even a little bored fucking her by now? Besides you have another, younger slave, to fuck and pimp out."

Cock seemed to be delighted that he has options. "Give me a price". "You name your price" "You're the one who offered to buy amy" The negotiation went on and on. 

The bar wasn't very crowed but still more than a dozen ppl remain, mostly men of all walks of life, sizes and trades.

"Okay guys" Cock commanded "Form two lines and get your cash out, for those who need more cash the bar tend will swipe your credit card" One line is for Kelli the other Amy. Cock and Hawkeye proceeded to parade us around still on our fours. 

Then Cock ordered us to stand up. The crowd gasped with disbelieve - for one they see our beautiful Asian faces and they see our open snatches showing our pinks and our clits pop right out in full view. Cock and Hawkeye yanked the chain to the clit rings giving even a better view of our otherwise inner beauty.

I see ppl reaching for their wallets getting out more cash and some went to the bar tend w/ their credit cards in hand.

"Now line up in order of amount in hand. So the highest bidder fucks first. When finishes, you can either leave or reach for more cash and get into either line, again if you have more cash you get in front.

"As long as you have the cash you may fuck either whores in all holes. The limit is 15 minutes. There is no limit in the number of shots nor the place of shots. You may order these sluts to blow you or lick your asses. Condums are required for vaginal penetrations, otherwise its optional. But their Master has declared them both clean.

"In other words, you may do anything you want to these sluts in 15 minutes.

Go!

----------------------- Amy Met Kelli on Tumblr XII

I was scared spitless! My mouth was totally dry; I could not have sucked off one of these rabid males if I had wanted to. I licked my lips, swished my pierced tongue around my mouth, and to those watching, I know it sent another message.

Slave amy and me were surrounded by circling sharks. They were getting into a feeding frenzy from the smell of slave meat standing before them. The bids for our bodies were startling. These were working class men, it would seem, and they were bidding a day or more of their salary to be first to use us.

I had been blissfully asleep, the smell of slave amy like an aphrodisiac narcotic. Minutes later, we were transported to a place that was totally opposite, a place alien to a girl only a few months away from her PhD. The first man grabbed me from the back and told me to bend over and grab my ankles. I was going to be cunt fucked for the first time in my life. To think I imagined this moment in some rose petalled covered bed with the sounds of waves crashing on the shore outside a little hut in Hawaii.

There was no love in this moment. He cared not one bit for my pleasure. Like a bull, he rutted me, sawing in and out of my pussy, as I screamed. Not in happiness and joy, not in sexual bliss, but in pain. There was not one good thing to say about my first vaginal rape. As I grunted and panted in anguish, a cock appeared before me and I opened my mouth to take it in. 

Suddenly, I noticed, there was almost no sound, except for slave amy to my side. Everyone, men, bartender, Masters Cock and Hawkeye, everyone seemed focused on the action as the holes of two helpless slaves were filled and refilled. There was no joy in this for me, but slave amy seemed to be loving every moment. She kept up a mantra of "yes, yes, yes, harder, yes, more, yes." After many fucks, it felt right to follow her example. Soon, I was feeling it, also. Funny how what we say becomes what we feel. I thought of my UCLA advisor, and what he would think right now. Probably think I was worth the cost, lolz.

And then immediately my emotions changed. I thought of school, my PhD research, my friends, my mom...Mom!! I wanted to scream. This is not me, please don't be disappointed in me. I can't control what they are doing to me. And meanwhile, slave amy continued to crave more and more, it seemed. I wondered if this was a finely tuned act she knew by heart, or if it was real.

I was lifted, turned upside down, put on all fours, lifted again and dropped onto an impaling cock. I swallowed more cum than even the first night of my rape. No idea who was getting more attention, slave amy or me, but one thing fosur, I never had a break for hours and hours. 

Subconsciously, I noticed the number of times flashes went off or high powered lights were turned on. We were being photographed and videoed.

Suddenly, the action came to a halt. Master Cock had called everyone attention, and slave amy and I were lifted onto the bar, dripping in cum from all holes, two young but haggard asian fucktoys, panting for more, caught up in the excitement of making all these guys happy.

"Thank you all. Your contributions tonight will help me and my friend, Hawkeye, continue their training and eventually enlarge our stable."

I had never heard Master Cock talk so much. I thought of him, watched him, realized how handsome he was, and how much control he had. Slave amy was so lucky.

"For those of you that stuck along this far, we have another treat for you. Guys, hold the slaves tightly, will you, including their heads." Immediately, our arms and legs were gripped, and hands held our heads immobile. Hawkeye approached us with his doctor's bag.

"Many of you are good old Texas farm hands and own a lot of stock. How do you typically control those dumb animals? A whip? Yes, of course, and both these slave animals have felt the kiss of a whip and will feel more and more now that they are slaves. But I have seen some of your prize animals, and many are ..."

I had tuned him out. What was he talking about. Dumb animals! Fuck, he was practically illiterate compared to me. And where was this going?

Suddenly, Hawkeye stood before me and I knew. I KNEW and I screamed NOOOOOOOOOOO at the top of my lungs. It was some sort of hot tool. It had a cord which had been plugged in behind the bar. I could feel the heat coming of it. They were going to brand us! "NOOOOO, PLEASE, NOOOOOOOOO, l'll do anything you ask, please noooooooooo." They all laughed. Of course, I would do anything they asked.

"Give me your email password, slave," Master Cock ordered.

"Why..." I started to ask. He slapped my left cheek with such force, I made my head spin.

"You are a worthless slave. Answer me." I told him, with a timid voice.

Heawkeye approached my face with the hot tool. My head was held tight in the grips of these rapists surrounding slave amy and me. "Pleaseeeee, I told you what you wanted!"

He brought it near my nose, then inserted it into my nose!!!!!!!!!! The heat on the outside of the tool was not that great, so it felt warm and then suddenly he squeezed the handles, and with a frantic scream, the pain of the tool as it punched through my septum so great, I passed out.

The smelling salts kept by the bartender jarred me back to consciousness. My eyes were blurred with tears. My head had been released, but I was still held sitting up on the bar. My nose was throbbing like a drum. I looked over at slave amy, as she screamed, but did not pass out. When Hawkeye removed the tool from her nostrils, I couldn't see a thing! What had they done?

"Each slave has been fitted with a grommet in her septum. It cannot be seen, but once healed, we can fit them with any sized slave rings. The grommet supports the cartilage. Nothing uglier than a slave whose septum has been ripped out by pulling too hard on her nose ring."

His words horrified me. They could add one more ring to my body, again without my consent. They could make it thick, like a cow. And yet, I was also relieved. It was not detectable at this moment. I could still lead a normal life, if I could just escape. I had not been branded. Yes, my lip had been tatted, but no one need see that. I could still be free, and in a few hours, I would be! They couldn't keep me here. My cousin knew all about Cock. They had to let me go. 

I looked at slave amy, once my mistress, now nothing more than a pierced, collared, ringed, tatted slave like me. We gave each other a small smile. I loved her so and would do anything for her. 

I looked to the windows of the bar. Though the shades were pulled down, I could see light coming from the sides of the windows. It was morning, Sunday morning, the last day of my enslavement. By tonight, I would be home.

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It was a lucrative night for Cock. Slut amy noticed that the highest bid for fucking slave k was $180 and I only got $120. Slut amy was happy for sister s. After all she's younger and virtually virgin. For $180 to fuck a virgin is a steal, especially for slave lovers. They get to abuse us with the ornaments fixed on our bodies while we open all three holes for their sexual desires. 

All told Cock collected over $2500 for pimping out us two slaves, after paying the bar keep 20% of the proceeds. 

On the way home, Hawkeye continued negotiated w/ Cock for slave amy. He wanted a good price for amy cuz amy obviously drew a lower rate than slave k. Hawkeye wanted a cheap deal for a cheap whore. 

But Cock refused. He told Hawkeye that amy can pull a lot of tricks and can make his clients happy the way she fucks, even though side by side amy's no match for slave k. 

Slave a and slave k were in the back seat, gagged, hands cuffed behind us, and laying on top of each other. After all it was light now and it could get tricky if a cop happened to see us. Actually, it would be bad, cuz we looked like something a cat would drag home, cum covered, tear stained, and sore sore sore all over. 

But the big shock came when we got back to Cock's place. When we were pulled into a sitting position, I looked out and saw fucking Nikita! Cocks old gf! Wtf was she doing here? Cock and I had been together for almost a year, and he did nothing but dis her all the time. I yelled into the bit gag, as Cock got out and what do they do? They suck each other's mouth like there was no tomorrow!!! 

Son of a bitch! All my friends had told me Cock was using my body to enrich himself all this time. When Nikita introduced me to Cock she had me fooled and made me think she was dumping Cock and let me have him, then she disappeared all together. 

Amy now felt like a piece of cheap meat. All the FBs were actually my paying client except I did not get one red cent. As time went on, Cock scheduled me w/ more and more FBs each day and on weekends, I serve FBs on a continuous basis for a 50 hours stretch w/o sleep time. 

Amy has never in her whole life encountered such humiliation. I felt so dirty just thinking that when I thought I was have such a good time fucking, I was actually a money making prostitute for Cock and Nikita. 

And now, obviously, Cock and Nikita will be my Master and Mistress and I have to submit to whatever they order me to do including being sold to Hawkeye or the like. Amy could be traded to a foreign country and fuck ppl who do not speak my language and God knows what they might do to my body. 

All of a sudden fucking is no fun any more, not just that, all the fucking that I thought was fun is making me vomit cuz I never knew I was a cheap piece of meat to be used, abused or traded. 

Now Amy's body is modified, some permanently, lip tattooed w/ my slave number, reflecting my fall to the bottom of the social ladder. 

And that was not all. As Hawkeye said before leaving, Nikita will do more tattooing on me and sister slave k. Possibly some animal like branding will be imprinted on our body, too. 

Speaking of sister slave k, amy felt so sorry that my mistake caused her body to the same treatment. I was simply having fun inviting sister s to realize some limited amount of her slavery fantasy. My mistake led her to a full blown treatment of body modifications for which she cannot possibly face her family and expect them to understand. 

Amy stood there, tears blinded me, I started to shake, I felt desperate, helpless cuz I realize that this is it - I, amy, is a slave w/ no way out. Even if I went to law enforcement and even if the law finds them guilty what good does it do me? Amy is finished. Amy cannot go back to work. Amy is forever a sex slave for the rest of my life. 

I thought of pleading for sister slave k, but what bargaining chip do I have? None, to be exact. Cuz I am now a totally owned slave to Cock and Nikita. I thought Nikita was a friend. We fucked together and shared a lot of cocks and we met new FBs through each other. How could she do me in like this? Amy's life as she knew it is over. 

I'm not sure if I can ever enjoy sex again. 

Sister slave k: Amy is so sorry. Amy did not know all this will happen. Worse, Amy cannot help you any more than Amy can get myself out of this. 

All Amy wish is to have a little private time w/ sister slave k and tell her how sorry I am.



Amy Met Kelli on Tumblr Ch. 13-14



Amy Met Kelli on Tumblr XIII

I felt so bad for slave amy, my once Mistress, once she thought the only gf of Master Cock, now nothing more than a lowly worthless slave, like me. He really tricked her. 

We were led inside on all fours, Cock taking me by a chain passing through the ring on my collar and clipped to my clit ring, the tinkle bell sounding as we walked. Nikita took slave amy the same way, so humiliating to be led by someone you thought was your friend. Now she is in charge and poor slave amy is their toy.

Nikita. She was very intimidating. Asian, but if I were guessing, not Chinese. Maybe Viet or Cambodian. She had a tough look about her, certainly messing with my theory that all Asian women were submissive and made excellent slave material. Nikita had Mistress written all over her.

She talked like we weren't even there. "These two have potential, Diaw. I think we can get double their current value with a little training. How about we send them to slave school to increase their worth. I checked and it is $500 per week for one, $750 for two. They would come back as perfect little asian slaves and we could auction them off at the next club meeting."

Diaw? Is that Cock's real name? Slave school? Auction? Club meeting? Slave amy, how could you not know they were plotting behind your back?

"Really? What do they teach them at this slave school?"

"Everything you want from a perfect pet. How to walk like a slave, how to talk like a slave, how to please every Master and Mistress. They will return with only one goal in life, to please their owner. And once they graduate, you can bet their value will skyrocket."

"Ok, that's fine, but we need to wait a week. This one," as he jerked my chain causing me to yelp, "has a flight to catch this afternoon."

"You're kidding, you are letting her go home? Why?"

"Yeah, well, she'll be back next weekend, you can count on it."

The fuck she can, I thought. The moment I get out of here, I will never set foot in Texas again!

"Why should she come back. She doesn't look overly thrilled by all of this."

So right, fuckhead.

"You'll see, just trust me." 
They took us to the bondage room, so much more crowded with the new equipment. Telling us to STAY, Nikita got bowls of oatmeal, I guess, some gray mushy stuff anyway, and set it in front of both of us. But before she left slave amy, she spit in her oatmeal and laughed in derision. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen," she said. "I can't believe you thought I would give him to you and that you thought we were through. It just took time to plan your enslavement, you piece of fuckmeat!"

I hated her. It is one thing to be a good loser, but so much worse to be a poor winner. If only I was able to use my brains to think of a way out.

We ate like animals, without the use of our hands, food and goo all over our faces. I was sure I tasted male semen in my oatmeal, but that could be my imagination. After all the semen I had swallowed, I imagine a Big Mac would taste like semen.

Diaw returned with Nikita. "Take that stupid whore and cage her until later. They were getting a little too lovey dovey last night. No need for them to see each other again until slave school. I'll get this one organized." 

I tried to give a kissing shape with my lips towards slave amy. Maybe she saw it, maybe not. Nikita jerked her head away quickly and the last I saw of my friend and Mistress and now sister in slavery, was her naked ass, the tinkle bell hanging from her clitty, as she walked away, a bitch on a leash.

"Let's go, slave. Time to get you cleaned up. I really doubt they would let you on the plane like this."

Back to the shower room. Diaw chained my ankles, but freed my wrists and released the leash. He gave me time to clean myself and brought in some cosmetics and hair brushes. He told me to be kneeling at a certain spot in 30 minutes, or he would add a stripe or two to my ass. 

The next 29 minutes were so luxurious. A shower never felt so good. I turned it up and scrubbed and scrubbed my cum caked body. I washed my hair twice and pushed the shower head into my cunt and then my ass, allowing the water spray to wash away the memory of all those cocks, all that fucking, all those nightmarish hours.

Thirty minutes later, I was kneeling on the spot he had ordered. I was still trying to figure out how he expected me to return. Did he think I would return for slave amy? Then he was an idiot. I felt sorry for her, but return for her? No way. 

The door opened and he appeared, holding some clothes over his arm. He told me to hold out my hands, and he removed the steel cuffs I had worn for days. He told me to lower my head, and he reached around and somehow removed the steel collar around my neck. I felt more naked. I loved the collar. I would have to get one in L.A..

"Open your mouth, slave," and when I obeyed, he penis gagged me. I hate that gag.

He told me to get on all fours, and when I did, he released the chain connecting my ankles, and then the steel cuffs. He told me to spread my knees and when I did, he reached between my legs and I heard and felt him padlock my pussy rings together. Fuck. 

"I have removed much of the metal, since airport security might be a problem for you. The piercing rings are titanium so they will not set off any alarms. The lock? Not sure. If they do a hand search, that's your problem. I am sure a PhD can handle that, right slave?"

I moaned into the gag.

"In a few hours, I will take you to the airport. You must go back to California, or your cousin at Baylor would be suspicious. But your life as a PhD student is over. You are my slave now and you will return after wrapping things up. I will give you one week and I have provided your airline ticket for your one way trip back here. After all, with the profit we made last night and what we will make from the sales of the pictures and videos that we took of you the last few days and in the future, it is the least I can do."

Penis gagged as I was, I could only shake my head. There was no way I was coming back. No Fucking Way!

"You silly little slave, of course you will. Follow me on your knees." I followed after him, out of the room, down the hall, and into a workroom, I guess his den or study. He directed me to a computer and right away, I knew I had a problem, a big problem. He had my email on his screen, messages from my mom, my UCLA advisor, and friends. 

"Think of the consequences if you don't return. You no longer have email access, since I have taken it and changed your password, and I have prepared a mass email to be sent out highlighting the best moments of your days here. If you are not on that plane when it arrives next Sunday, then your friends, family, and school administrators will see the real you. Here, I am even returning your cell phone. You can have it; access to your gmail account is all I need. In fact," he began to unstrap the penis gag. "I want you to call your mom right now and tell her about us."

"Wha!" I started to say.

"That we met at UCLA when we were both undergrads. That part of the reason you wanted to come to Texas was to see your cousin, but the main part was to see me and spend time together. And now that you have, well,... You can call me Diaw to your mom. Then you hand the phone to me."

I was sick. No, I wouldn't do it. No!

"If you don't, this is what I will do. I will hook the thickest titanium ring in your nostril. I will shave the side of your head so the SLAVE earrings are totally on display. And I will call Hawkeye back for another tat. Decide now, because, I am hitting the speed dial for your mom."

He handed me the phone and I wanted to vomit.

------------------------ Nikita spitted into my doggy bowl, fed us goo! I was too hungry and too scared not to eat. Tears ran down and dropped into my doggy bowl. I was sobbing uncontrollably.

As I was chain lead away by Nikita I glanced at slave s and I think she threw a kiss at me w/ a sorrow filled look. I know she felt for me. Thank you slave k. It was wonderful knowing you. Amy felt for you, too.

For the first time in my life I felt depressed thinking that my life is over and I'll never enjoy sex again although I will be having a ton of sex earning good money for Cock and Nikita. In order to make me a better fuck, I'm sure Cock and Nikita would force aphrodisiac down my throat or inject estrogen in me to make me extra horny. Men like to fuck horny whores, no doubt.

Nikita dragged me to a small room. She yanked hard on the chain clipped to my cliffy ring that went through my collar ring. She walked so fast that I couldn't keep up on my four. I felt I might lose my clit. As my tinkle bell rang Nikita walked even faster.

The small room looked like a laundry room but instead of washing machines, it has two small metal cages about the size of a washer tipped to it's side - it is only two feet tall.

Nikita opened the cabinet doors and found a penile gag and a donut shaped mouth stretch. She stuck the donut into my mouth which forcefully stretched my mouth open - it was very uncomfortable and I was not able to speak. Then she pushed the penile gag deep into my mouth touching my throat.

I was very uncomfortable plus my face was coated w/ the goo they fed me and it is started to dry. I still have cum all over and inside my body. Doesn't look like I'd get to clean myself.

Nikita ordered me to climb half way into the cage and lift my butt up. I obeyed, like I have a choice. I knew Nikita will be looking for every chance to whip me. Even when I did obey, Nikita landed a heavy slash on my cheek "Butt raised higher you stupid whore". Sob sob sob... I whimpered like a wounded dog.

Nikita pushed a remote controlled dildo deep into my dry cunt. It was cold and hurt like I never felt. For the first time in my life as far as I can recall my cunt was dry. Poor Amy had lost her sexual desire! I might as well be dead. No, I'd be better off dead.

Then she triple pad locked my cunt shut and that hurt, too. Because my snatch was pulled wide open by chains and now it is pulled together in opposite direction to shut the canal passage. That's not all. Nikita clipped a metal bar to my ankle cuffs forcing my lower body to spread apart.

Then a penis shaped anal hook was inserted into my ass. It was a very long penis and the head was extra thick. I felt the hook went deep into my butt.

Nikita ordered me put my hands behind my back then she cuffed them together. I was told to crawl forward all the way into the cage. I had to crawl with only my hind legs, my face scraping the cage's metal mesh floor.

She pushed my head down touching the meshed floor and locked my nose ring to the cage making my head immobile.

She tied my cuffed hands to the top of the cage hurting my shoulders and arms. Then she went around the cage and kicked me cuz I wasn't all the way in the small cage. Luckily I am very petite so I was able to fit my entire body into the cage. She closed the cage door and latched it.

She then pulled hard on my anal hook and tied it to the top of the cage door.

I am totally immobile and uncomfortable besides, I am a bit claustrophobic. Desperation set in. But I immediately thought of slave s. She's a little bigger than me, how then would she fit into this tiny cage that barely fit me? On one hand I'd love to see slave s next to me, on the other hand I wish they'll let her go home and she'll never return.

Would I want to be slaved side by side w/ slave s and perform dual Asian slut sex acts? Or do I want to see her free and never hear from her again?

In a way I'm glad I, Amy, do not have a choice but to face fate.

As Nikita flipped the light switch I thought that was all she's done to me for now, she turned on the remote dildo and tortured me - I cannot enjoy sex anymore even with the aphrodisiac they laced in our food.

No one can predict fate, but I know mine isn't gonna be good.

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Amy Met Kelli on Tumblr XIV

My mind was a blank. I couldn't think. All the tests, all the pressure I handled in school was nothing compared to this moment. 

I took the phone. Yes, it was ringing. Please mom, please don't pick up!!!!!!!!!!

"Hi, Kell," mom answered.

"Hi, mom." What was I going to do? Think. There must be something. Think!!!

And then suddenly my mind cleared. In a wink, I was able to analyze the situation and visualize a way out.

"Just want to tell you everything is good, and that I will see you in a few hours. I will call you when the plane lands, and then you and daddy can leave for the airport."

"Ok, honey. How was your time with Brandi?"

"Good mom, but we only had lunch together. So, I didn't tell you, but remember I had a few dates with a guy last year on campus. His name is Diaw."  I looked at him and he had his hand out and a smile a mile wide. His docile little slave was obeying his orders. "Well, I actually spent Friday and Saturday night with him and his family. Well, I will tell you about it later, k?"

"Kell, you're being careful, right?"

"Of course, mom. I will tell you more later, but right now..." I moved myself, as though preparing to hand him the phone.  "... I gotta go, so bye mom!" and I hit end.

"What the fuck was that all about, slave!" he bellowed.

"That should be obvious. Any cell company can trace a call to within 10 feet. It is called 'triangulation' in case you need the official scientific term." I was on a roll and suddenly all the burdens of the past few days were lifting. There was light at the end of the tunnel. "Unless I am very wrong, you are not a killer, just a sex addict. And you don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison, getting raped by bigger sex addicts, so here is what we are going to do."

Diaw, Master Cock, was speechless. Suddenly his little fuck pet had become a tiger. It must have looked absurd to him. Here I was, naked, collared, pierced, totally at his mercy, and yet I was in charge, and I felt my energy grow. 

"You are going to take me to the airport, and while there you will make that one way ticket from LA to Dallas," I pointed to the ticket laying on the table, "next Sunday, into a round trip ticket, Friday to Sunday, just like this weekend. And I will come back next Friday, and I will be your slave for that 3-day weekend and as many 3-day weekends as you wish and as I can afford to be away. You and Mistress, uh, slave amy took my virginity, but also gave me a taste of what it is really like to be a kajira and I admit that I loved most of it.."

"And next weekend," the words rolling off my pierced tongue as though I had planned this speech for days, "you and your girlfriend can send slave amy and me to slave school, if you wish, or further train us here. But one week from today, I will return to LA, I will not give up my family and friends and educational goals for you or anyone. We can make this work. I can be your slave and still have a life. Agreed?"

"All I have to do is hit send and you have no life, slave," he tried to retake control.

"Then do it." I stared into his eyes, with confidence. "Then you have shot your only bullet and within hours you will be under arrest. And you will have destroyed my life as it now exists, but you will never be able to enjoy even one moment. I am not a fool and I hope you are not a fool. I would rather you destroy my life and force me to rebuild it, then totally take my life. I know how blackmail works, and I am drawing the line right now."

He just stared at me. I knew I had convinced him that I was right.

"And what about Amy? What happens to her?" he asked.

"Up to you. I could care less. She gets whatever you and that girlfriend of yours want to do. I won't interfere. In fact, no reason to tell her anything. She can figure I went home as you planned originally and when I return next Friday, she will just think I have left my former life to be your fulltime slave. You can send us to school, or whatever, and she will have no idea." Those words sounded so analytical, so heartless. I knew I had to help Amy at some point, but for now, I had to get away. She would have to put up with whatever they planned until I returned and figured out a better plan.

He smiled. He could see it working. He nodded and standing up he said, "Let's go, you have a plane to catch."

------------------------ Amy keeps sobbing, lights out, body fixed in uncomfortable position and immobile, parts of body pinned to the cage w/ no clearence. All Amy's holes were gagged. Her mouth jacked open. Hasn't has a shower nor slept since Amy was sexually abused and body modified.

On top of all that, Amy's penile shaped gag in her mouth prevented Amy to swallow her saliva so Amy was drooling like a dog in the Summer heat.

BF betrayed Amy and now his real gf is in charge of torturing Amy and her friend Kelli.

Oh shit Kelli! What are they gonna do to her. Not gonna let her go home fosur. Amy doesn't know whether to feel sorry for herself or for Kelli. At this state of depression Amy doesn't know how to think. She only wishes to see Kelli again or to know that she is free.

All the same time the vibrator kept on stimulating. It is very annoying when one loses her sexual desires. Now I know what's like being raped. Amy was raped before but rather enjoyed it. Not this time. The vibrator heats up. Amy's cunt is getting very very warm, almost hot. Then the vibrator stopped. Ten minutes later the vibrator starts again - there must be an overheat switch. Either that or Nikita is controlling Amy's vibrator remotely.

Hours went by and nothing happens, except for the vibrator. That in its self is an eerie feeling - emptiness set in on Amy.

Amy fell asleep.

Then a bang and the light came on. Nikita kicked on Amy's cage "wake up whore, time for more training."

Nikita untied the anal hook from the cage, unlatched the cage door and ordered Amy out.

Amy couldn't crawl out cuz her tongue was still latched to the cage but Nikita forgot. For that Nikita gave Amy two heavy lashes of her whip on Amy's exposed butt.

Amy squealed like a wounded dog - a close description under the condition Amy is.

Nikita remembered. Went to the front of the cage and released Amy's tongue latch. "Should have told me you stupid bitch!" Very funny.

Amy crawled out and Nikita immediately latched on to Amy's tongue with a chain.

She dragged Amy back to the torture room, Amy on her four can hardly keep up pace with Nikita's deliberate fast feet. In order to save her tongue from tearing Amy kept up! Amy was huffing, puffing and drooling like a dog. That wasn't easy cuz Amy's feet were still stretched by the bar latched on to her ankle cuffs.

Even more humiliating is that Amy's cliffy ring is fixed w/ a tinker bell, so as Amy walked on her four, she "rang" like a real dog.

In the torture room Amy was lead to her doggy bowl, still dirty from her previous meal. Nikita dropped a lump of goo and stepped on Amy's head into the bowl. "Eat bitch!". Amy turned around unable to speak, but it was obvious her penile gag was still in place.

Nikita yanked out Amy's gag, removed her metal O-ring that forced Amy' mouth open. Quite a relieve even though Amy's tongue ring is still latched on Amy's tongue.

Amy wasn't hungry, but dare not to disobey. Amy ate like a dog - slurping.

"Now wag your tail!" Nikita ordered. Amy swayed her behind, vibrator still humming. Amy remembered men used to praise her fat behind, now she's a dog. Ate like a dog and had to wag her behind like a dog to please her Mistress.

Instantly Amy felt tingling in her breasts - must be the aphrodisiac in her food stimulating her breast. Amy looked down and noticed her tits are as dark and a black girl, her labia seemed to be larger and also darker.

Amy considered herself luck Nikita didn't put a lot of goo in her doggy bowl cuz she must lick it clean.




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Nikita removed Amy's leg spreader and yelled "On your feet, bitch"

"Turn around" as Amy turned Nikita yanked Amy's ass hook out from her ass - that hurts! "Now lick it clean" A penile hook that had been in Amy's ass over night? Amy dare not disobey.

Nikita then unlocked Amy's cuffed hands from behind. Amy is now free to use her four limbs and was able to speak.

"Thank you Mistress" Came out of Amy's mouth. She couldn't believe that she said that. All that tortures does alter a person's mind. Amy is losing he dignity. Amy was never strong willed like Kelli. Amy had been abused by men all her life but since Amy enjoys fucking, she simply accepts the humiliation.

Nikita gave Amy ten minutes to clean up herself and the eating bowl and the ass hook.

As Amy was lead back to the torture room she saw the guillotine set up in the middle of the room. Just one.

Amy's heart sank. She knew Kelli wasn't gonna be here. Amy was happy if Kelli is sent home, but Amy figured that most likely Kelli was traded to Hawkeye or something rather.

At that thought Amy sobbed silently.

Before Amy can say a word, Nikita gave Amy a few lashes on Amy's bare body for no reasons.

"Just because you are not gagged doesn't mean you may speak"

"Yes, Mistress"

Another slash landed on Amy just for saying that. Nikita is determined to break Amy and it appeared it is working.

Amy was set on to the guillotine in a position that exposes all her holes for easy access. Amy is, again, between the two h-bars, Amy being horizontal, legs spread, butt up, hair tied in such a way raises her head up for mouth/throat fucking.

Again, Amy's four limbs were restrained.

Before Nikita finished setting up Amy in the fuck ready position, the door opened and a small number of naked men walked in. 

Amy never saw them before, so they aren't Amy's regulate fuck buddies.

Turns out, these people were recruited from local bars that the two slaves were auctioned out and paid Nikita and Cock to ravage Amy as a slave.



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"Ok, see you in a few." I had just finished calling my mom as the plane from Dallas taxied up to the ramp at LA. I was a little nervous, but everything seemed to be under control.

Before leaving, I had convinced Diaw to remove the SLAVE earrings, and tongue stud. They joined the neck collar in my check-in bag. I promised that as soon as it was safe, I would relock the collar around my neck, relock the SLAVE earrings in my ears, and relock the tongue ring for my return trip. He kept the keys and some latch tool, so once relocked, these items would not be coming off.

Diaw let me wear clothes that were not too tight or too short. So for all practical purposes, on the outside, I looked the same as when I left 3 days ago. 

But I wasn't, of course, and now my thoughts were of once-Mistress, now slave Amy. What were they doing to her? What can I do to help her?

I begged him to remove the pussy ring locks, but he refused. Considering how much he had yielded so far, I decided not to push it. I imagined that the FSA had seen it all by now, so another slut with locks on her pussy would not be anything out of the ordinary.

Then I begged him to at least remove the tinkle bell, which hung from a small opening between the pussy locks. He also refused that. Fuck.

As expected, the locks immediately triggered the security alarm and a body scanner confirmed metal in the area of my crotch. The guy looked at me as if to say, "What's down there?" I couldn't just blurt out, "Locks to shut my pussy," could I? So instead, I just stared dumbly, as though I spoke no English. Then I shrugged to confirm my lack of understanding.

He called over a female agent, who asked the same question. I decided to tell the semi-truth. "My boyfriend locked my pussy closed," I whispered to her.

"Follow me, please." Just as I assumed, no big deal. We walked to a side room, where another female agent was sitting. They both led me to a changing room, where the younger, Hispanic asked me to raise my skirt. I did so. "Nice touch," she said, flicking the tinkle bell. I just bit down on my tatted lip.

She asked me to remove the locks.

"I can't, he kept the keys."

"Look, honey," she said, "this is a problem. You wouldn't be the first terrorist to hide something in your vagina. I need to remove them to confirm you are clean. We have a multitude of keys, so if that works, fine. If not, I will have to cut them off."

"OK," I said quietly, knowing that my juices were beginning to run. "But please hurry, my flight is leaving soon."

The original female agent was gone only a few minutes. It was awkward standing in the room alone, knowing what was going to happen. 

When she returned, she had a key ring filled with random keys. She pulled on latex gloves, of course. She could see the leakage from my cunt. I am amazed she made no sarcastic comments. A+ for the FSA! 

"They are Master Locks, so we might be in luck here." Sure enough, after few tries, she had them all opened. The Hispanic waved her magic wand over my pussy and there was no sound. 

"Sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am."

"No problem." She handed me the wet locks. She looked at me questioningly, no doubt wondering what I would do with them. "Can I have one of your gloves. I'll just drop them in the glove for safe keeping."

"Sure."

I thought of asking for a bit of privacy to remove the tinkle bell, but then decided it probably had a latch that would make that difficult, if not impossible.

I dropped the glove with the locks in my carry-on, followed the women out the door and made my way down the departure corridor, stopping along the way for some Dallas Cheerleader panties to absorb my juices and more importantly, to press against my pussy and keep the bell from ringing.

My parents were waiting in the baggage claim area. We I stopped at a restaurant outside the airport for dinner. Of course, my parents were curious about Diaw. I told them an abundance of lies, that he was a good Chinese boy, that his parents were really wealthy, and that he had a great job. I guaranteed them that I would use my head, not give away my virginity until marriage, that they could relax, because when I was there, we stayed at his parent's place, even though he had a house of his own. We wanted to make sure no one thought we were playing house. 

And then I told them that I was going back next weekend again. 

This got both my mom and dad upset, but when I showed them the air tickets and told them Diaw had paid for them, that calmed down dad. And when I assured them I would stay at his parent's place in my own room, that calmed down mom.

Throughout the meal, I was aware of the rings that now pierced my nipples, pussy lips, and clitty. Just knowing this kept the juices flowing freely, and I was glad I had on the Cheerleader panties that I bought at the airport.

As soon as they dropped me off at my apartment, I raced to my room, stripped, and jumped in the shower. I was so hot. I loved to masturbate by shoving the shower head with the intense spray into my pussy. I put the setting on PULSE, and in moments, I had a delicious cum. Oddly, however, it was not as satisfying as in the past. After all the rapes I had endured, this shower rape seemed so artificial.

When I stood before the mirror, it was my first chance to look at myself and what they had done to me. Several red slash marks reminded me of the whips. My nipples were still a little red, but I really liked the rings. They felt so right and as I played with them, my nippies hardened and that alone caused me to juice. I twisted my head left and right, looking at the grommet that had been driven through my septum. I stuck out my tongue and checked the piercing hole. I had to make sure it did not heal and close. I pouted my lip, reading my slave registration number as a mirror image.

And of course, the bell tinkled constantly.

I spread my legs and tugged my pussy rings left and right. They also felt wonderful and before I knew it, I had lifted one foot onto the bathroom sink, and while pulling on the tinkle bell chain, I had another orgasm. I was quickly becoming a cum machine. I laughed at what Mistress Amy used to call me, wet cunt.

The week sped by. I loved playing with my rings, and many times I had to stop in a public restroom stall to cum. I wore a bra to hide the piercing and panties to keep the bell from ringing, so while no one could possibly know I was a pierced and belled slave, I still imagined they could see through my clothes. The first few days I felled overdressed with the bra and panties, but I quickly removed them when not in public.

Diaw had my personal email password, but I still had my school account. Most of the important people in my life were also available in this school email, so it was not a major problem at the moment. 

Back at my apartment, I dared not lock the collar, earrings, or tongue stud. But those symbols of slavery were never far away. I went to the local piercing salon and bought a bright pink tongue stud, inserting it and twisting the balls top and bottom. Whenever I was alone or not with people I knew, I kept the stud in. I went to the Petsmart shop and got a dog collar. I wore it at home and several times in public when I went shopping. And I bought a chain leash, which I clipped to my collar and sometimes to my clitty ring, just to practice what it would feel like as I walked around the apartment. 

And I always wore fuck-me hoops in my ears, knowing that soon the SLAVE earrings would dangle from those piercings. In short, I did everything possible to continue my introduction into real life slavery.

And many times, I inserted earrings into my septum gromment, just to see how I looked and to feel the ring on my lip. Yes, it made me very hot. Very, very. And yes, I had a wet cunt all the time, it seemed. If my pussy had been locked, I would have gone insane, I am quite sure.

I started on the pill. It might be too late, but based on the previous weekend, I could expect the same fuckathon the next weekend. And looking back, it was very hot!

My classes went smoothly enough, though I was always aware that I was not the same and always thinking of slave Amy and what they might be doing to her. It made me sad to think of her. In some ways, I had abandoned her to some very sadistic people, but I justified it by thinking that if our situations were reversed, I doubt she would have sacrificed herself to save me. She got herself into this mess and if I had a chance to help her, I would, but if not, then...tough.

My mom called several times, trying to talk me out of returning to Dallas on Friday, but each time I reassured her that nothing would go wrong, and that I would be back on Sunday.

On Wednesday, mom called my cousin, Brandi, and soon thereafter called me. Brandi must have told her about how I looked, but I doubted she would have told my mom about my tongue ring, for example. I played it by ear, never asking exactly what Brandi had said. 

"She said you dressed very revealing, like an Egyptian jet setter."

"Haha," I chuckled, my stomach in knots, not knowing how far this would go. 'Oh, mom, relax. Of course, I dressed nicely, but do you think I am crazy? I wouldn't want Diaw's parents to think poorly of me. Relax, you worry too much. I am a grown woman, you know."

And so I managed to get through that inquisition, and mom seemed pacified.

I had one meeting with my thesis advisor on Friday at 9:00, and as soon as that ended, I returned to my apartment, snapped on the slavery tongue ring, as well as the SLAVE earrings. I would wait until arrival in Dallas before adorning the steel collar and pussy locks. I was concerned that the bell would set off the alarm, but there was nothing I could do about that.

I took the campus shuttle to the airport. I wish it ran on Sunday when I returned, so I didn't have to face my parents, but it only ran on Friday, as a convenience to students. 

I dressed in the same clothes as I returned from Dallas 5 days ago. It was a nice outfit, only this time I wore no bra and panties. The security x-ray triggered a look into my handbag and an examination of the steel collar. He looked at me and I gave him a blank expression. But inside I smiled. No other alarms went off, thankfully!

It was early Friday evening when the flight landed in Dallas. A whole week had passed, with no communication from either of my enslavers. I had expected a call from Diaw, but nothing. I was excited, to be honest. Another thrilling weekend of testing my limits and living my fantasies was ahead. I felt I had some control over this weekend, based on my final discussion with Diaw last Sunday.

Once deplaned, I found the first public restroom and locked on my collar and resnapped the pussy locks, allowing the bell and clitty chain to hang loosely. I thought of putting a scrunchy in my hair to reveal the SLAVE earrings, but decided against it. I took a couple of steps and sure enough, the bell announced its presence. Minutes away from a weekend of slavery, I left the restroom and headed for the exit, scanning the crowd in search of Diaw, my Master, albeit a master over whom I had some degree of control. Oh well, I shrugged.

I had just rounded a cement column, when I saw Nikita! I quickly looked left and right for Diaw, but he was not there. Fuck, I thought. 

I kept a straight face as I approached her, head lowered. She actually did scare me. Thank goodness I had an arrangement with Diaw.

"Welcome back, slave," she said, as we approached. 

"Thank you, Mistress."

She immediately reached forward, grabbing me by the ring on the collar, and pulling me forward, kissed me deeply. I was humiliated to be seen like this in the airport, and then it got worse, when she suddenly bit down on my lower lip! I wanted to scream in pain, afraid she would actually take a chunk out of my lip! I tried to pull away, but she had me by the collar and lip!

Finally, she broke our embrace. I tasted blood. While I was literally licking my wound, she reached under my skirt and pulled first on the bell and then on the pussy padlocks. I wanted to scream No, but she had me backed against the cement. 

"Wet little slave, aren't you?"

I was mesmerized, unable to reply, wanting to disappear in a hole, imagining hundreds of eyes on me. In fact, the departing passengers were almost all headed away and not looking in our direction. 

"All your slave jewelry should feel quite normal by now, right, slave?"


"Yes, Mistress. Please, where is..."

Instantly, she gripped my face, digging her nails into my cheeks. "Slaves do not ask questions," she hissed.

I dropped my shocked gaze. "One more word and I will leash you and drag you from the airport. Now, follow me, slave." I followed like a punished puppy.

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Meanwhile back on the ranch Amy has been gagged, bound, tortured, whipped and gang raped. Nikita controls Amy's total life from sleep to using the bathroom to the food Amy eats which is limited to men's cum and aphrodisiacs laced goo. Amy had to beg for water.

Amy used to be a fuck machine which she actually enjoyed. Now the worst thing to Amy was that she has lost her libido all together. All the men that fucked her was paying Nikita and the way they fuck Amy was not nice at all. They would insert two penis into Amy cunt and try to stretch it wide.

They'd deep throat Amy and gag her while holding Amy's nose and there's nothing Amy could do and on top of all that Amy's cunt is now always dry making it hurtful fucking.

Amy used to enjoy bareback fucking, now these ppl also fuck her raw, but untested. Amy's not sure if she's now infected. Also, Amy was on the pill, now Nikita does not provide that, so Amy might be knocked up, by god knows who!

For a week Amy's living, if it can be called that, is total hell and has no say about anything and was not allowed to speak even when not gagged.

One thing Amy has to look forward to is Kelli, but she's no where to be seen. In a way Amy would be happy if Kelli was sent home, but that also meant, Amy figured, that she'll never see Kelli again. More likely, Amy thought, Kelli was sold or traded to Hawkeye to be a sex slave.

Another thing Amy noticed is Cock, or Diaw as Nikita calls him, is no where to be seen. Maybe Cock and Hawk were using Kelli all week long? Or the two men took Kelli and drove around the country....? Amy's mind has gone mad.

Then one day many days after Kelli had disappeared, Nikita hooked Amy up to a wooden block in a painful and unpleasant way. And left her like this for hours and hours. Suddenly, amy heard someone at the door to her prison. It was nearly impossible to turn my head, but I tried and there was Kelli! Kelli, Kelli, you are back! Why did you come back!!!

Kelli was fitted with a dog muzzle making her look like a real dog. Nikita allowed Kelli and Amy to be together for a short time, but we could not communicate except in animal-like ways.

That was the happiest moment for Amy, just seeing her friend Kelli. Amy still did not know what happened to Kelli, just that Kelli is now back as a slave.

And that they are together.

When one has everything, one never appreciates life. But when one has nothing, just being together w/ one's loved one is a blessing.

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Amy! My Mistress and now slave, Amy! What have they done to you!

I was led on all fours, cuffed, chained, and muzzled to the entrance door. With a wicked laugh, Nikita swiped my ass and used the sole of her boot and heel to push me into the darkened room. I fell to the floor, temporarily stunned, but then I heard her moaning, and looking to my right was Amy. 

"Have fun, slaves. Your Mistress gives you a few minutes to reacquaint."

Amy was totally immobilized. Her chin was leaning on a wooden ledge, her neck and wrists bracketed to the wood. She was crouched in a horribly uncomfortable posture, and a steel hook was embedded in her ass. The hook was tied to a rope which was then tied to the ring in her septum. It was pulled extremely tight and finally, and worst of all, her mouth was pulled open by some sort of wicked gag. She could only moan.

Nikita had left us alone, knowing we could do almost nothing to relieve our bondage. I crawled over to Amy, who looked down on me and seemed to smile. She tried to say something, but I could not understand it.

I was muzzled. Muzzled! As soon as we arrived, Nikita (should I call her Mistress?) dragged me out of the trunk and ordered me to strip. She recuffed my ankles and wrists, which I totally expected, added a thick nose ring to my septum hole. She unlocked my pussy. I was getting so wet. This is why I had returned to Texas. I loved this! Where was Master Diaw, when I need to see and feel a man's cock deep within me? I purred with erotic need.

Nikita then clipped chains to my pussy rings and attached them to thigh straps. It was déjà vu and my opened cunt ached for attention. Then she surprised me. She forced a thick, black dildo deep within my slave mouth. This cock had a metal screw attachment at the front. I moaned slightly, as the cock reached the back of my throat and she tugged on my nipple rings to silence me.

She held up a small metal cage with leather straps. I had never seen this contraption. She proceeded to push the cage over the dildo and the metal screw went through the back of the cage. I was muzzled! As soon as I realized what was happening, my reflexes rebelled. I tried to back away, but Nikita reached out and grabbed my nipple rings. I squealed, thinking she would rip them from my nipples. 

"Stupid, slave, stand at attention and don't move again, or I will whip the skin off your ass!" I was suddenly very afraid, my pussy had stopped juicing. Nikita frightened me so.

She finished tightening the cage around my head, and screwed the dildo attachment to the front of the cage. I felt like a bitch, in fact, a bitch in heat! It was a terrible way to encase my face.



Finally, she chained my wrist cuffs to my collar and more closely chained my ankles. Showing some compassion, she helped me to the floor and onto all fours. But with my wrists chained as they were, I had to walk on my kneels and elbows. 

After a few feet, she ordered me to stop. I heard her walk towards the cupboards, and she returned a moment later. Out of the corner of my eyes, it looked like she was carrying a fox, or a fox tail! She unscrewed a jar and moments later, I felt something hard at the entrance to my poop shoot. Nooooooooo, I hated ass penetration, and I whined into the gag. A quick and sharp slap to my naked ass cheeks ended my worthless rebellion.

"Relax, slave, you are a pet, and pets need their tail. Relax, I said!" She pushed and pushed the anal plug with an animal tail until it finally passed the last resistance. I was now truly a pet, a slave, humiliated completely.

And now, after a full week apart, amy and kelli were together, and yet totally unable to share our cunt and mouth juices with each other. It was a terrible punishment, and I was sure Nikita and perhaps Diaw were watching us. 

I scrambled across the cement floor to amy. Her groaning made me so sad. I wanted to caress her body with my tongue, but my face was locked in a cage. I wanted her to fuck my pussy with her tongue, but her licker was totally in bondage. I was uncomfortable, but my sister in bondage was in pain, and I could do nothing to release her. I knelt down near her head and could barely reach her face with my chained hands. I tenderly wiped her tears away and tried to figure out how to lessen the strain on her mouth.

Amy shook her head NO, telling me not to touch her bondage, no doubt fearful it would displease Nikita. I grunted into my cage gag, and whined, so she knew I was trying to feel her pain and comfort her. 




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I was also in discomfort. The anal plug was so uncomfortable. Every move with my legs pulled my chained pussy rings, and the dildo deep in my throat had no give. I had to concentrate on breathing. To gag at this point would have been a disaster.

I curled up under amy's head, so she could feel me near her. We moaned together, two sisters in bondage. But then I felt she needed to feel me, so I stood and placed my spread pussy in front of her face. This seemed to please her and she moaned even more. When my pussy was up against her face, she hissed "yesssssssssssssss," and so I stood there, doing my best to relieve her agony.

Finally, I lay down in front of the wooden block, needing to close my eyes. I am sure I fell asleep, because I jolted when the full lights came on, fearful of what was to come.

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Kelli and I both fell asleep and were suddenly waken by the bright light. I couldn't see who was there but I can hear Nikita's whip. She likes to announce her grand presence by whipping in the air - a show of force!

Nikita freed me from my block and removed all our restrained and freed all our holes from gags. Funny, I see no men around. Usually when my holes were freed of gags it will be filled by men's meat for hours and hours. Readers may already know, Amy loves being fucked but Kelli may not enjoy fucking as much. Amy is hopping that Kelli would rather fuck Amy gyrl2gyrl!

Nikita used a three foot long chain and connected Kelli and Amy by our clitty rings where we each also have a tinkle bell attached so we'd crawl like a bitch. Then Nikita unhooked the clitty chain from Amy. Why? She took out a large brass bell that, in my estimate, weighs at least one full pound.

Nikita threaded a pink ribbon through the bell's ring and threaded the ribbon through my six labia rings crisscrossed. Pulled tight and made a bow tie fixing the large bell just below my sex. Nikita ordered Amy to move my lower body as if Amy was fucking - that made a low ring tone and got my juice flowing. 

Amy noticed Kelli had her hands on her sex - Kelli must be juicing fosur.

Nikita removed Amy's other bells from Amy's clitty and titties rings. Amy was disappointed cuz Amy kinda like those bells and somehow the ringing gets Amy wet. But all Nikita was doing was changing out Amy bells, in fact Kelli's as well such that each bell has a different weight and gives a different tone when shacked.

Kelli's ribbon was purple.

Each bell on Kelli was larger than the counter part on Amy. Nikita wanted the two slaves produce a symphony? By shaking our naked slave bodies? As we walk, crawl, shake or fuck?

Kelli and Amy wanted to talk but we were too scared to utter a sound. Instead we simply looked at each other trying to figure out what's next. But we both can tell we liked the new bells hanging on our sensitive body parts. They accentuate our sexuality. Amy was juicing badly.

Nikita put the connecting chain back on Amy's cliffy ring and attached a leash in the middle.

Next, Nikita yanked us by our leash and led us out to the back yard, like a pair of ponies. There - a bunch of men gathered. Men of all walks of life some already masturbating - all stared at our naked whore bodies. As we walked our bells rang a beautiful and erotic symphony calling for men to notice our sexes and signaling to men that we are game - cum fuck us.

Nikita handed us one end of a hose and a bar of soap and ordered us to clean ourselves. Kelli just arrived so she's quite clean and smelled good, but Amy was very filthy.

Water running through the pipes plus the splashing on the our body made a lot of noises that enabled Kelli and Amy to carry on a conversation w/o being noticed by Nikita.

Of our four hands one held the hose, one soap, we have two free hands rubbing on each other. In the name of cleaning we were making out and Nikita knew that. She seemed to be enjoying it, too. But Kelli and Amy were not paying any attention to Nikita - we were both relaxed and enjoying our closeness and quickly updated each other as to what happened as much as we can. Amy couldn't believe Kelli actually came back.

As we soaped and rubbed each other the crowd cheered and encouraged us to do more.

Amy has always wanted to make out with and fuck Kelli but never had a chance before. We faced each other and held each other and with all hands free, we "bathed". The moment Kelli soaped my clitty I immediately came to a huge orgasm, I shuddered and gave out a loud moan.

Crowd cheered.

I cried cuz I thought I have lost all my libido but it all came back with one little touch of my clitty by kelli's gyrly fingers. I may be born a slut, but pbbly die as a lesbian, Amy thought to herself.

After Kelli's "attack" Amy immediately "retaliated" causing Kelli to break out her huge orgasm. 

All of a sudden Kelli and Amy were lost in lust and forgot all about losing our freedom.

Kelli and Amy kissed passionately - tongue fighting tongue, while our hands rubbed on each other's flesh. We yanked on each other's pierced rings on our titties, clitties and labia. Amy was quite foreign from ring pulling but for the first time Amy enjoyed being yanked on her rings.

Plus, the sounds of the bells were so erotic! 

Amy never thought being yanked on the pierced rings would cause so much juice outbursts. So Amy "retaliated" by pulling quite hard on Kelli's pierced rings.

Crowd cheered and cheered while the two slaves kissed, molested, yanked, orgasmed, shuddered, twisted our bodies. Amy was so happy she cried, but those were happy tears.

Surprisingly, Nikita stood and watched. She apparently enjoyed the show. Nikita dropped her whip and removed her clothes and joined the slaves.

The crowd cheered.

After a while Nikita ordered the slaves back in the house, this time to the fuck bed. It was Amy's fuck bed where so many cocks have used her. Amy never knew Diaw had collected so much money pimping her out. Amy never received a dime for all the fucking she endured but enjoyed.

Nikita removed the little chain connecting the clitties and ordered the slaves to exchange cunt juices on the fuck bed.

Crowd gathered around the bed, by now all were naked and masturbating. Some had lost their loads already.

Amy and Kelli rubbed each other's very very wet cunt making splashing sounds and moaning loud. Amy went on top of Kelli and body rubbed each other - metal rings and bells ground on each other but it was hot. Amy never imagined those metal when pulled, teared or rubbed can be such a turn on. Amy was beginning to understand why Kelli is so much into body piercing.

Yes, a little pain can generate a lot of joy!

While the slaves were on top of each other and being close, they started to whisper. Nikita cannot possible hear them cuz the crowd went wild cheering, clapping and even the collective masturbating generated a lot of noises.

Besides, the slaves were also finger fucking each other and that made a ton of swishing noises.

The slaves were able to completely update each other as to what happened and Amy was so surprised that Diaw had allowed Kelli return and even more surprisingly is Kelli actually came back.

Kelli explained that she actually enjoyed being enslaved even though it was more harsh than she had anticipated. Besides, Kelli wanted to see Amy again. That made Amy sob, Amy sobbed uncontrollably. Amy was so happy to see Kelli and hear that she came back for her.

The slaves did not know what Nikita had in mind for them with all the men watching, masturbating. Surely she collected a ton of money for the show. She pbbly would collect more money for the men to gang fuck the two slaves.

But for reason unbeknowns to the slaves Nikita, now naked from the waist down with a leather corset from the waist up, put on a huge strap-on and jumped in the bed.

Separating the slaves in g2g fuck, Nikita ordered the slaves on their fours stacked. Yes, Amy is on top of Kelli with both slave's bottoms facing out and up.

Nikita humped on the slaves and used their holes, all four of them one at a time. As Nikita pumped, the slaves shaked, the bells rang, all eight bells of different tones rang, plus the moaning of the Mistress, slaves, plus the fucking sound of the wet holes Nikita became an erotic conductor of a fucking symphony!

Juices flowed, men unloaded cum. Some collected their cum and fed to the slaves.

Pretty soon the men joined in one at a time as the slaves held their butt high and fuck ready positions. Amy was enjoying and looked to Kelli. Apparently Kelli liked it, too. Amy was not sure if Kelli was enjoying the fucking or the bell symphony.

Hope Kelli did not get knocked up, or maybe she began on her pills since her last rape.



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I was so glad I went on the pill last weekend and just hoped it wasn't too late. I was beginning to feel like Amy, that it felt so right with my ass high in the air, offering my assets to these men in need.

The bells pulled on all my piercings, but the increase in pressure added to the moment. The tinkle bells were lovely, but the melody of bells that Amy and I made were something special. I felt the nose ring on my upper lip. Would a bell be hung from it?

Still no Diaw. This was a mystery. This was his house, we were his fucktoys, and yet he was no where to be seen. Strange.

Like the previous weekend, I lost count of the number of men that fucked our holes. It was nearly non stop until late Friday night, early Saturday morning. Nikita checked in on us several times, and if we weren't showing enough enthusiasm, she swiped our ass with a small whip. We weren't allowed to be passive holes; we had to behave like each cock was the last on earth. For times it was acting, other times it felt so right, and when Amy and Kelli were jangling their bells and moaning with two, sometimes three holes filled at once, it felt heavenly.

Finally the cocks were gone, and Amy and I looked at each other, cum covered, totally coated in semen, and smiled. We had not said a word, when Nikita reentered the room, a chain and leash in her hand. She clipped the chain to our clitties and then the leash. Amy and Kelli were one again, and ordering us off the bed and onto all fours, she led us from the fuck room. 

"You both need a few quality hours of sleep," she said, as we entered our prison, and as she rechained all our cuffs and rings, putting us into strict siriks. She strapped a penis gag on Amy, and then turned to me.

"Please, Mistress, may..." and she immediately jerked my head back, painfully pulling on my pony tail. 

She jammed another penis gag in my mouth. "Curiosity is not becoming a kajira, surely you know that, slave," she hissed into my face.

Yes, I knew that, but this was not going according to plan. The absence of Diaw continued to worry me. What if he hadn't shared our agreement? But now that I was thoroughly gagged, it was time to make the best of it. Even in our chained and bondaged conditions, our bodies tired and sore, there was a magnet that brought us together. We entwined our arms and legs, the gags not allowing us to press our mouths and lips, but for many minutes, until our bodies were slick with sweat, Amy and Kelli were one.

We were awakened with the sound of Mistress snapping her whip. Outside the cage, two bowls had been set on the floor, cum covered oatmeal again, I suspected. Last week I ate well, realizing we weren't likely to get healthy meals, but I was suddenly worried about Amy. She was thin to begin with, and the lack of good food would soon make her weak. 

Nikita unstrapped our gags and unclipped our clit chain. We were ordered to crawl into the shower and piss, just like animals, and then to squat in the corner. She removed the shower head from the wall, and tossing us a tube of shower gel, ordered us to lather our bodies and hair, as she soaked us with the pleasantly warm and soothing spray. She seemed to be in a good mood, probably making good money last night.

She tossed us a towel, and Amy and Kelli dried each other, the sounds of our bells ringing merrily. I so wanted to plant my lips on hers, but with Nikita standing there, it was impossible. Once reasonably dry, Nikita put our tangly hair into a ponytail, and we returned to our breakfast, now cold and less appetizing than before. She chained our wrists behind our backs, forcing us to lean over the bowls and lap up the oatmeal like the fuck bitches we were.

She watched over us the entire time, with few words spoken, except for a "Hurry up," "Eat it all," phrase here and there.

Mistress Nikita was dressed up in a very sexy outfit. A lot of black leather, skin tight, but more than just that. She wore knee high black boots, with 5 inch heels, and a red jacket. Under the red jacket was a white, very revealing blouse. And she wore black gloves up to her elbows.She looked a little like a picture I once saw of the way women in England dress when they go out riding. It felt strange, Nikita dressed like this, and her naked slaves clad only in cuffs and collars of steel and bells hanging from our piercings. 

Once finished, we knelt before our bowls, knees spread widely, revealing our puffy pussy lips, rings, and bells. She wiped our faces with a wet towel and then inserted red ball gags into our mouths. Not the simple ball gag with single strap, but these had numerous straps that wrapped over our face and eyes. I didn't understand why this was necessary. 

She ordered us to "Stay," and we dared not disobey. One final check of the room, and she turned and walked out. Amy and I looked at each other, and lifted our eyebrows as if to say, "What next?" I made a "mmpphh mmmppphhh mmmmppppmmmm" sound into my gag, trying to impart as I batted my eyes, "I love you."

It was only about 5 minutes later when the door reopened. "They're in here. I will catch up with you later today." Nikita entered, with two, nicely dressed white men, each in their early twenties. For some reason, I found this moment 100 times more humiliating than anything I had experienced so far. All the men that had seen and used me over the two weekends were faceless and anonymous. They were fuckers and rapists, and Amy and Kelli were their fucktoys. We were nothing more than holes to them.

But these guys were different. In another setting, I would have been physically attracted to both. They wore polo shirts, Dockers, and were well-muscled. They hadn't shaved and I loved that look. And here I was, naked, nothing more than a ringed and belled animal, gagged, and completely embarrassed to be seen like this.

The nose ring! That was the worst. I hung my head in shame. To be seen like this by two attractive hunks made me want to crawl into a hole and die.

"Nice slave meat," one said. Slave meat! Was that all we were to these guys! I wanted to shout, 'I am a post grad student from So Cal! Two days ago I was a prime candidate for a guy to flirt with, to take to dinner, to have a lovely date!' and now amy and I are slave meat!

"Yeah, well, let's get going. Two more ponies to pick up on the way," and I glanced to the side, getting a brief look as he clipped a leash to amy's nose ring. He looked at me and his blue eyes transfixed me until I felt my nose being leashed by the other guy. Ponies? We were led out of our prison, but to where? 

-------------------------------------------------- Amy enjoyed the fucking and was so pleased that Kelli brought back her libido Amy thought she lost for good. Amy wasn't sure if Kelli enjoyed the sex even though Kelli was obviously moaning with joy. Amy thought Kelli might be moaning because of the piercing and the melody of tinkle bells the two slaves were outfitted.

Amy enjoyed the sex for a few reason, one, Amy was so glad Kelli brought her libido back, two, Amy started to appreciate the sensations of body piercing - the tugging and pulling, though somewhat painful, had such an indescribable sensation, three, the melody of the fucking bells, four, Kelli was laying alongside on her four sharing cocks with Amy. The mere thought that some cocks that were in Kelli's holes are now in Amy's holes gives Amy the smiles.

One more thing, after the fuck session, and it was an all night long session, Amy noticed that Kelli, though gagged, tried to tell Amy that she loves her. Amy was so sorry she did not immediately reciprocate cuz Amy was caught by surprise.

Anyways, the two slaves were high spirited even though they were fucked all night, holes after holes and cocks after cocks none stop. They being together is so valuable to them now that they have nothing else - no freedom, no life, no say,... just do as told and they cannot even protest nor ask what's gonna happen next.

What's happening next is Amy and Kelli were led, by their noses, literally, by two gorgeous white men out of their jail on their four, naked, like animals,...

Just outside the house was a truck and a horse trailer. The two slaves were led into the horse trailer. It was a very tiny horse trailer designed for small ponies. It was only about four feet high, five feet wide and five feet long - the two slaves fitted snugly on all fours with no clearance to stand.

Kelli was sent in the trailer first so Amy's head is directly behind Kelli's ass. As they drove away, Amy took advantage of the situation she stuck her nose into Kelli's ass then Amy used her tongue licked Kelli's ass. Amy felt her juices flowing and noticed that Kelli was also juicing. Without a word, Kelli lifted her left leg so that Amy can have access to Kelli's dripping cunt and licked till Kelli squirted all over Amy's face.

Amy loved it, so did Kelli.

Amy kept mumbling "I love you", "I love your juice" but not sure if Kelli got that. Amy was too busy sucking.

The trailer pulled to a neighboring house not far away. The two men went inside leaving Amy and Kelli in the trailer. The thought of escaping never occurred to them. They looked around and all they see was empty fields. Houses are sparse in this neighborhood.

Half an hour later the men led two more Asian gyrls by the chains attached to their tongues out of the house. Both naked like Amy and Kelli, but not nearly body decorated like Amy and kelli.

They were put in the trailer, even more crowded now, alongside Amy and Kelli. When the truck started to move, the new gyrls tried to talk. They were not gagged, but the chain from their tongue rings distorted their speech. From their accent we figured they were Vietnamese and they spoke no English. They were petite and cute, though.

After a long drive the trailer came to a stop and the slaves were ordered out. Amy and Kelli were so wet even the handlers noticed. "What a pair of horny slave meat!" "Nikita did say she fed them extra dosages of aphrodisiac in their eating bowls." "Nikita did a good job, horny ponies bring good money"

They were led to a store. The sign says "Custom Leather Boots".

There were all kinds of leather boots on display and a couple of very well dressed ladies trying on their custom made boots. From the decor and everything, this is an upscale place servicing only the ultra rich.

Amy, Kelli and the Vietnamese gyrls were led to a small room where the walls were filled with sample leather of all kinds of colors and shapes. There was a book shelf full of design books.

The tailor came in. I can tell he's a tailor cuz he had a measuring tape hanging on his neck.

"Asian whore meat?" the tailor asked.

"Yes, horny ones, too. But don't over do it!"

Over "do" what?

"What kind of boots are we fitting for these whores?"

"They're gonna be trained to be pony gyrls, the boots need to be thigh high.."

Before one of the trainer can finish, the tailor reached to Kelli's inner thigh and slid his hand up till touching Kelli's juicing cunt. 

"This high?" 

Taylor sensed Kelli's wet cunt said "Oh horny whore indeed - sweet cunt so wet!" He rubbed on Kelli's labia "smooth, too!"

"Leave about one inch below their labia."

"And for this one?" tailor reached Amy's thigh and went up to Amy's wet cunt.

"Yes, same height. for all four whores."

Taylor reached the Vietnamese gyrls and said "these gyrls not horny - dry cunt"

"Also, the boots need to have hoofs and their feet should extent inside the boots so the whores will be tipping toes like ballet dancers. But make sure the boots are soft padded cuz they will be wearing them all day long and run on them, too."

Taylor led Kelli to a stool and put her left leg on top then tied Kelli's big toe with a string and pulled down tight tying the string to a ring on the floor. This way Kelli's left foot is pulled straight like a ballet dancer. He then mixed a bucket of plaster and molded kelli's left foot. Kelli was trying hard to protest or tell them something, but it was impossible and they ignored her.

That took a while cuz it takes plaster a while to solidify then it is cut open. The tailor will then make a mold of Kelli's foot to custom fit her boot. Quite an elaborate process.

While waiting for the plaster to solidify, tailor measured Amy's legs. Not sure what exactly the tailor was doing, but he sure took advantage of Amy. He even stuck his fingers into Amy's cunt and finger fucked Amy.

Taylor did the measuring and foot molding of all the gyrls' feet.

"This cunt has quite a grip!" Tailor looked at the trainers, referring to Amy's cunt. "Did you have a chance to fuck them, yet?" Trainers gave no response.

"The boots will be ready in two days and you can bring these whore meat back for try-ons." "They should fit well. After they train, their muscles might grow then we can refit them." Again kelli tried to protest, but this time one of the trainers whipped her ass harshly and she went quiet.

The trainers indicated to the tailor that he should make the boots a little bigger in anticipation that the whores will be well trained and their muscle will definitely grow.

The whores were led back to the pony trailer and after a few more hours of driving they came to a private ranch named "Femme Fatale." The place was in the middle of no where with bob wired fences. Looks like it was well guarded and there were "No Tress Passing" signs all around.

By the time the truck pulled up to a building that looked like a barn it was pretty dark. We cannot make out how many other building wrier there.

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I was in trouble. We were in trouble. My arrangement to fly home on Sunday was not going to happen, and except for Nikita and maybe Diaw, no one knew where Amy and I had been taken. Every attempt I made to speak was either ignored or I was whipped. 

Thankfully, it was a warm, Texas night, because we were totally naked. After being cleaned with sponges by different groomers, they removed our gags and unhooked the chains from our noses and the other gyrl's tongues. Again, I tried to speak, but after three terrifying swipes on my naked ass, I shut up. "Please, there is some mistake," WHIP. "Aggghhhh, please, ask Diaw," WHIP!. "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, ple," WHIP!!

Our stalls were made of wooden slats, so it was easy to see each other. One of the new girls was placed to my left, Amy was to my right, and the other new girl was on the far right. The floor was covered with straw.

Amy's eyes were also wide with fear, but she was smart and did not try to protest. One new girl tried to speak when her tongue was released, and she got the same punishment as me, a stripe on her ass. She also shut up quickly. Her attempt was in very broken English and I thought she might be Vietnamese.

We were pushed to the ground, and our arms were tied into a single sleeve behind our backs. It was an uncomfortable form of bondage that they locked us into, making the use of our hands impossible. 

Bowls of gray mush were pushed in front of us. Is that all they feed slaves in Texas?

When we finished eating, and before I could react, a groomer appeared from behind. He spanked my ass with his bare hand and when I opened my mouth to exclaim, he used a padded tong to grab my tongue. Fuck!!!! It hurt so bad, but then another groomer joined him. He clamped my tongue with a metal rod above and below, then somehow attached the rods on the sides. My tongue was trapped and partially crushed. I couldn't completely withdraw it, because of the damn stud.

I guess I saw this before on some horses at the county fair. I don't know if it was a bit or bridle or what, but it was now strapped behind my head and all ability to speak was gone. They put this horse gag on me first, probably thanks to my mouthiness. The other three girls did not protest as they were also bridled.

Leather belts were then tightened around our waists, and I mean tightened. Then a leather thong was pulled from the ends of our armbinders, through our crotch, and clipped to the front of the belt. It was so tight and uncomfortable. My pussy was invaded by leather. Finally, they put a short chain between our ankles. "Sleep," one groomer ordered us, and turned off the lights. We were plunged into darkness, as they left and locked the barn door behind them.

I tried my best to speak with Amy, but it was useless. I attempted to stand, to get to my feet and try anything to escape, but we were obviously not their first captives and they knew that without the use of our hands and with our feet chained, there was no way out. I just fell to the floor and cried in frustration and fear.

Amy crawled to her side of the stall closest to me and we pushed our faces towards each other, trying for physical contact. We were able to extend our tongues far enough that we could touch each other, two whimpering slaves, comforting each other with small flicks of our tongues.

After a few minutes, we moaned "Good night" to each other and lay down on the straw floor.

I awoke to sunlight streaming into the barn from openings high above. I looked to my right, and Amy was already awake and on her knees. Her beautiful black hair was matted and pieces of straw were mixed into her hair. The girl to my left was stirring like me. I noticed the smell of smoke, like a BBQ, and several groomers were walking around the barn, speaking in Spanish to each other. 

Sunday. Today. In a few hours my plane ticket was to take me home. It was not going to happen, I feared. My eyes began to tear again.

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As day break woke me I noticed that Kelli was already awake and I saw tears in her eyes. Amy couldn't help but teared, also. Amy then realized that Kelli was not going back home and to school! This is it for Kelli as well as Amy. We are now both slaves and as such must live the rest of our lives as slaves.

Ironically Amy was the whore and Kelli was the gyrl who wanted to be enslaved. But now Amy seemed to be comfortable being a slave. Secretly, Amy was happy that Kelli will not be returned home so Amy can be with Kelli side by side.

Amy crawled close to Kelli and signaled to tongue touch. Kelli noticed and the two slaves comforted each other by touching tongues. It wasn't much, but it did calm both gyrls. Without a word, the two lovers seemed to be able to communicate - Amy convinced Kelli to just concentrate on having each other and be happy that they were together.

The male groomers came in and we can see them better with day light. They were not the most handsome guys, but they were strong and fit. Amy stared in surprise, since their penises were pierced and they all have long penises - their cock head, flaccid, touched their belly buttons. In fact their pierced penises are locked to their belly button rings! Awesome! Amy juiced thinking how big their cocks would be when hardens.

Since we don't have our boots yet, we were on our five inch heels. My groomer ordered me to stand. I did. He removed my bridle and my leather belt and thong.

With the bucket of water he sponged me and my innermost privacy. Oooooooooo that felt so good. He took pains cleaning my labia, inner/outter labia and my clitty. It wasn't easy cuz the piercing on my private parts. This simple actions got Amy in heat. After all Amy hasn't had a fuck in over one day.

He took extra time checking out my udder. That caught my attention. My udder seemed to be larger and swelling and my teats darkened. All this happened over night. Lead me to wonder what the fuck did they feed us last night.

Nikita used to feed us aphrodisiac mixed in our food. They must have done the same and in addition they pbbly gave us lactating agents. My groomer squeezed my udder and he squeezed hard until my udder lactated! Wow! Last I checked Amy wasn't pregnant! My groomer then sucked on my teats and apparently was able to drink from them. Not much Amy milk came out, but... wtf?




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As he sucked on my teats he meticulously worked on my snatch, I noticed that his cock head was excreting shining beads of precum. 

Since I wasn't gagged, I said "Fuck me?" Amy was in heat from all this sucking and rubbing and seeing precum on his cock head and really needed a cock to fuck her really hard.

What I got in return was a slap on my face by his hand. But he winked. Slaves, especially animals, are not supposed to speak. While he winked, he placed his fingers of the hand he slapped me into my wet cunt and scratched my g-spot. 

With his other hand he pulled around my waist and held me close to him. He kissed me while his fingers moved fast and furry inside my cunt.

Amy exploded in a huge orgasm and screamed.

He immediately muffed me and stared at me shaking his head as if saying "Don't get us into trouble!"

Amy got on her knees and started to lick up and down on his shaft and slurped up every drop of precum Amy can get. Amy was hoping she can get him to unload, but to no avail. Amy licked his balls for a little while before he pushed Amy away.

Amy can hear Kelli moaning and looked her way - Kelli's groomer was yanking on Kelli's rings and was drinking on Kelli's teats, too!

So, Amy gathered that grooms and pony gyrls do have benefits!

But they must hurry.

Instead of putting back the leather thong, my groom used a penile hook with a huge head and inserted in my ass until it went all the way in. The large head made sure the hook stayed inside my ass without sliding out during workouts. On the other end of the hook was a pony tail, pbbly cut from a real pony. There was also a ring from which my groom hooked a sirik that went under my locked arms behind my back.

The chain came to a Y split near my neck and over my shoulders, it then crossed and each of the two chains went through my titty rings, not locked, they then combined into one chain again through my belly button ring. That final chain is snuggly locked to my clitty ring.

So my ass and my clitty are linked through a network of sirik. If I bend forward or backwards I can feel in my ass and my clit the tugs and pulls. The whole idea of the sirik is to stimulate my sensuals. It worked.

The bridle was put back along with an integrated head harness that went over my head and under my face as well as on each side of my face.

Another leather belt was fitted on my waist this time with heavy duty metal rings on each side.

Amy and Kelli had our bells on all our pierced rings except our noses. They added that. The Vietnamese gyrls, though pierced, did not have any bells so they outfitted bells to their rings. Not sure if the ring tones match ours harmonically or not. They were also fitted with large bells to their labia rings and colored ribbons were used.

Groomers checked on each other making sure that all four new whores were groomed and dressed properly.

We were then lead, by chains to our pierced tongues to outside the barn.

It was a sunny day. They took us to the side of the barn where there were additional Mexicans standing around and big barrel that had wood burning inside. 

We were pulled and staggered past the BBQ fire. We thought we were gonna have a Texas treat! But noooooooooooooooooooo!

One by one, they tied us to benches, stretched and immobile. The ponies all whimpered in fear.

Someone who looked like an executioner pulled a branding iron from the fire and each of us were branded on our left hip, just below the waist, with Chinese characters that meaning Slave Horse!

We can't believe they actually branded us - with hot iron - not a tattoo! I looked at Kelli and she just stared, no more screaming. I think she was in shock. The viet gyrls had both passed out from the pain. I screamed but stayed conscious.

But that wasn't it! There's more!

As if it wasn't humiliating enough being forced naked all the time they branded the symbol of the ranch, a bar above a ╕╒ ,forward and backward F on our right hip! 

We all screamed in agony, but they did not care.

They took pix of us. The two handlers were there with paper works in their hands. We were branded animals. 

As we were branded, I can see all four ponies were lactating. This was not a coincidence, they must have fed us a heavy dose some kind of hormones for this to happen.

I can see tears falling from all four slaves and there was nothing we could have done, nor did any pony protested. We learned fast that speaking up alone will only result in some harsh whipping on our asses, let alone protesting.

We are slaves. We must live like slaves. Sometimes we were treated like animals others like whores simply because we were slaves and owners and their agents can do anything to us as they saw fit.

It was still early morning. We were led, by noses, to a corral where we were met by trainers. Each of us were assigned one personal trainer. Although at the beginning the lead trainer spoke to us.

"Whores, you are now ponies" That made it official!

"Ponies do not speak whether you are gagged or not. Ponies do not ask questions, you simply do as told. Your life depends totally on others and if you behave you will be rewarded otherwise you will be severely punished."

He did not say much. We are, after all, animals so we learn by experience not in a class!

"Today you learn how to walk. Pony walk!"

He showed us by example, legs lifted high until thigh is level with the horizontal, always keeping toes tipped, which will be automatic when our boots arrive.

So we practiced. The trick is to keep our balance cuz we do not have free hands to sway and help balancing our body.

We must keep good posture. Meaning, heads up, udders forward pointing, belly snugged, hindquarters out. And if we don't, we'd get a whipping on our pony asses.

And, when standing still, be sure to sway our asses such that pony tails swipe our hindquarters like ponies do.

We did not have our boots but we did have our high heels. By looking at other ponies, Amy thought we did look very sexy.

For the rest of the morning we practiced walking, maintaining good postures, swaying our hips. Avoiding getting the whips.

At break time ponies were led to a small building where the trainers went in for rest or whatever. But ponies were "parked" in front of the building where there was a horizontal wooden bar and our nose chains were loosely tied to the bar. Before the trainers went inside the building, they stopped by each of their ponies and patted on our shoulders, rubbed on our udders and, shockingly, drank from our udders while rubbing our cunts.

The sucking on my teats made Amy very wet and when my trainer rubbed on my cunt my juices wet his fingers. He then fed my own cunt juice to me. Amy was very thirsty so whatever little cunt juice was welcum.

Sometime later, maybe an hour, trainers came out and fed us bottled water - but no food even though we were hungry. We were given food last night. But obviously there will be no breakfast or lunch. Just water when the trainers remembers and our own cunt juice when trainers rubbed us.

The morning training was hard. The texas sun was bright and very hot and we got no water until after the trainers were rested.

The afternoon training was even harder, cuz they removed our heels and ordered us walk tipty toed like horses. Any pony who rested on our heels got a whipping on our hindquarters.

We must also maintain good postures. That is heads up, udders out, bellies in, hindquarters out. Toes tipped, thighs level and walk with the gait of real ponies.

I don't know about the other ponies, but Amy concentrated on keeping good postures and enjoy the symphonies of out bells as we moved our animal bodies.

The weather was very hot and the trainers needed many rests, that was good. We had three breaks in the afternoon, but we ponies stayed out in the sun when trainers went inside, that was bad. They did give us bottled water each break, that was good. But the trainers also drank from our udders, that was good for Amy, not sure if the other ponies enjoyed the molestations.

We were led back to our barn while there was still sun light. That was good. Already out grooms were waiting. 

The minute my groom led me to my stall, I was able to put my heels down. I know my calves will be so sore in the morning. He removed my bridle and the harness. To my surprise, he also unlocked my cuffs that locked my hands and arms together in the back.

As if in a reflex, Amy reached for his cock. But Amy was met with a slap in my face. Slaves do not initiate any actions whatsoever!

My groom did that w/o any emotions as if it was his reflex to teach ponies to behave.

He then proceeded to remove my ass hook. It actually felt good when that huge cock head exited my tight ass.

Even though my hands were free, I did not dare to use them. I figured that the only reason he freed my arms and hands were to clean them so if I didn't behave then next time my hands and arms would be kept locked in my back.

My groom proceeded to clean my body, washed my hair, dried them then allowed me to eat from the bowl. Amy was so hungry she didn't mind the pony food, in fact Amy thought it was delicious.

After Amy finished eating, the groom wiped Amy's mouth.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed Amy and kissed her. Rubbed on Amy's snatch, sucked on Amy's teats, squeezed Amy's udder. All this made Amy not only wet, but got her into a few orgasms.

Amy went down on her knees again and licked on his penis - it was still locked onto his belly button ring. Amy tried again to get him ejaculate. This time she stuck her finger into his ass hope he'd shoot his load Amy desperately needed.

It didn't work until Amy used her other hand to rub on his shaft while sucking on his balls. Finally Amy got an explosion!



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If I had been asked, what is 2 + 2, I would not have known. I was in shock. Even though my bridle was removed and my chains released, I showed almost no reaction. It was like I was the walking dead.

Maybe it was a combination of the pain and the hunger that brought me back to reality. They say that if you feel pain and hunger, that is a good sign. You aren't going to die. 

It was still slightly light outside. My flight for So Cal was leaving Dallas about this time. Who was sitting in my seat? Did anyone care that I didn't show? What would happen when it arrived, and I didn't call my parents. I just wanted to tuck myself into a ball and cry.

The pain and humiliation was so great, yet Amy seemed to relish it. Her sexual drive was heightened and I am sure she could have handled all the trainers and groomers, if it was allowed. The way the groomers had their dicks locked to their bellybuttons was freaky, but it was obvious the ponies were being saved for a special fucking, not just from anyone. 

I looked down at my breasts. My beautiful breasts, now ringed and belled, but the sensation of being milked by these ranch hands lingered. It was not altogether unpleasant. They had given us something in the food, that is fosur.

The most horrific thing were the two brands that burned on my hips. Never would I have considered this, NEVER! I loved to wear bikinis at the So Cal beaches, but I would never be able to hide the scars that would mark me as a pony girl forever.

My calves absolutely ached. I could not have walked another step, the pain was so great from being forced on tip toes with shoe support. It was torture. I may have loved bondage games, but torture was not a turn on for me. I whimpered.

The Viet girls lay on the straw and moaned and cried. They were not adjusting to this new life any better than me.

Amy! I could hear her and see from her turned figure, that she was sucking off a groom. He groaned in relief; Amy was amazing. Somehow, seeing Amy in action gave me energy and hope. I wanted my former Mistress to be proud of me.

I wondered if they would now leave us alone to heal, mentally and physically, before the morning. 

"She's in here," I heard, as a reservoir of light poured into the barn from the open door. The setting sun shone directly in, casting long shadows in the barn. I couldn't see clearly, the light straight into my tearful eyes. Two men walked towards us. 

"There was really no way for us to know differently. She paid in full and asked for the full treatment."

"I understand." Diaw! It was Diaw!

Amy had pulled away from her groom and was turning her body. She knew the voice of her Master. The groom had turned away from her, apparently not wanting to be found in this compromising position with one of the ponies. After all, his cock was chained for a reason.

I looked up from the straw, from my near fetal position. 

"Kelli, get up, quickly." Diaw had entered my stall and was helping me to my feet. The pain was still there, but with help I managed to stand. Turning to the other man, well dressed in high boots and riding jacket, Diaw continued. "Can someone clean her up and quickly?"

"Of course, Sir. Juan!" he shouted, and my groomer came running. He gave Juan orders to clean me thoroughly, to apply some medication to the brands, and to remove the metal that covered my body, the cuffs and collars.

I was stunned. I wanted to fall down and worship Diaw's feet. I looked over at Amy, her head slightly bowed, tears flowing down her cheeks. 

"What about this one," the manager asked. 

"Leave her. I want her fully trained, but I have other plans for Kelli."

That was the last I heard, as I was escorted, arms linked with Juan, out of the barn and into a side building, with showers and tiles and so clean, oh so clean.

Twenty minutes later, still naked, but feeling 100% better, I was led back out a different door, to the parking area. I did not have a chance to see or say anything to my dearest Amy. 

Diaw was waiting, and we walked towards his car. "Thank you," I whispered.

"More about that later. Here, call your parents, tell them you missed the flight, and will be on a red eye leaving at midnight. Tell them not to worry, you will take a cab back to your apartment, paid for by the airline." He handed me my cell phone. I was stunned to say the least. 

I connected with mom almost immediately. As we talked and I lied about missing the flight, Diaw had walked behind me and lightly ran his fingers over my right brand. I moaned quietly, but my mom immediately picked up on it.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Oh, nothing, mom, just a sore back from lifting the suitcase and running to try to catch the last plane."

Diaw stood behind me and reached around, cupping my enlarged breasts. I moaned again, in desperate need at this point. I had pulled the phone away before moaning, and had missed what mom had said.

"Mom, sorry, it is hard to hear over the noise. I'll call you from home in the morning, k?" And we hung up.

Diaw slowly and lovingly turned my body towards his. He pushed me against the hood of his car, and I willingly allowed him. He opened his zipper and his magnificent cock stood at attention. My warm and oozing pussy opened to his manhood, and he pressed his lips to mine, as he entered my welcoming cunt. I wanted this so badly!

Our tongues warmed and then he bit down on my tatted lip. I screamed in pain, and he tilted his head back in surprise. I flipped my lower lip downward and with his cock still embedded within me ,he used his fingers to pull my lip outward and to stare at the numbers. His eyes locked with mine, tears blurring my vision. He let go of my lip and completed his explosion within me. I cried in a mixture of happiness and pain. And then I exploded in orgasm. He owned me.

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Amy was shocked yet another time seeing Diaw, Amy's former bf and lover, take away Kelli without saying even a word to Amy he onced called his BFE (best fuck ever).

Even sadder, Kelli, Amy's new lover, did not say anything to Amy before leaving. But Amy has no hard feelings for Kelli. Amy figured Kelli pbbly did not know what was taking place. Then all of a sudden it dawned on Amy that Diaw was here to take Kelli and send her home!

Kelli never explained why Diaw let her go the first time except that her Mom might call FBI to raid Diaw's house if Kelli became missing. But why on earth would Kelli come back? Did she come back for me or Diaw?

One thing is for sure, Diaw had wanted Kelli from the first tie he laid eyes on Kelli. Kelli, after all, is very beautiful, has a devil's body, is(was) a virgin, has a very wet and extra low milaget cunt.

Amy remembered the way Diaw fucked Kelli and the way Diaw exploded into Kelli's wet cunt and tight ass. Diaw apparently was in heaven - he never showed such satisfaction fucking Amy.

All that was too much for Amy to process especially after nearly two days of workout. Amy was physically and mentally exhusted.

But the saddest thing for Amy right now was that Kelli was gone and she had no idea if she'll see Kelli ever again. Sounds like deja vu.

While Amy was going through this in her mind, her groom was "cleaning" Amy. Since the manager was gone, he tried to molest Amy again, but Amy did not respond, not sexually anyway. He pulled and rubbed on Amy's clitty, fingered through Amy's snatch, even finger fucked Amy's cunt, but got no response from Amy. Amy's cunt wasn't even wet!

Amy had lost her libido again!

Amy's groom had no idea of Amy's past, so all he can think of is that Amy was not interested in him like the night before, or even just this morning. Out of sexual frustration, Amy's groom slapped Amy's face, he slapped Amy silly, but Amy was like a zombie and showed no response.

Poor Amy, she has lost it totally.

At this point the manager returned. The three whores, Amy, the Viets, were all groomed and removed of their restraints. The manager ordered the whores put on their high heels and took them away by a chain hooked to their clitty rings.

After tippy toeing all day, wearig five inch high heels was a piece of cake, the whores thought.

It was totally dark then. They were brought to a gym like building and there was ample light inside.

In the middle of the room was two fake walls enclosing living room furnitures. The place was a movie studio, a porn shoot studio.

The three whores were led to a corner where they were put on some makeups and were put on panties, bras and girl school uniforms and flat shoes.

Over at another corner was a group of men being readied for the "act". They were all tall, big and black! They look so fit as well, they could have been some professional athletes.

Forty five minutes later as the girls were ready, they were told to go to the set, which is a living room setting and "do their homework". They were given books and ordred to pretend they were studying.

Before the camera rolled, the director lashed his whip into the air. A director with a whip? That got the attentions of the girls.

"Is this how three girls study together? Look lively! Talk to each other! Do whatever girls do when 'studying'."

"Action, Camera"

Amy thought she'd start being naughty, so Amy grabbed one Viet's, Tran, by her ass and the girls started to "have some girly fun".

The men were given cans of beer and the director ordered them to "stand by."

Suddenly, Amy was on fire. She had noticed this before, that when she had no sex drive, she was able to light her burners by simple acting. Imagination became reality. The moment she grabbed Tran's ass, causing the Viet to squirm and yelp, all Amy cared about was sex.

In moments, Amy, Tran and Mai were sizzling and all thoughts of Kelli were set aside. We acted like little girls, hitting each other with pillows and forgetting about the study books. They were free. No more pain, no more humiliation. In joy, the whores ripped off their clothes, leaving only metal on their bodies, the piercings and the collar and cuffs.

Amy did not know if Tran and Mai were friends in r/l, but it soon seemed like they were double teaming her, one at her mouth, one at her pussy, laughing, giggling, alive!

Amy heard the director shouting at his camera crew, not wanting to miss any of this action. Maybe even the director was surprised by his happy whores.

But deep inside, Amy knew this was all an act, and she was sure the Viets knew it also. By extending their time together, they were delaying their rape from the black cocks.

Eventually, their sweat covered bodies began to tire, their sexual fires began to die down, and it was then that the director set the cocks upon them, filling every hole, asian pussies and mouths and ass and black cocks entwined as one. 

Amy had been raped before but even though Amy had said no to her past rapists, Amy did orgasm many times and that's why Amy could never report the rape to the authorities - cuz Amy enjoyed the rape.

But this time it was totally different. Seeing Kelli and Diaw leaving her w/o saying goodby and Diaw didn't even acknowlege Amy's existence made Amy so depressed Amy's cunt was dry for the first time in her entire life.

Being force penetrted into Amy's dry cunt is painful especially by those huge cocked BBCs and since the director did order "rape" everyoe thought Amy was doing some good acting while in fact Amy was suffering from be visciously raped repeatedly by five BBCs.

The Viet gyrls? Since Amy wasn't enjoying the fucking, she paid attentions to the Viet gyrls. They looked pretty young and certainly did not look like they had much sexual experiences. So being fucked by five BBCs appeared to be difficult to take. But are they acting or are they suffering like Amy was? Hard to determine. 

But the director seemed happy with the results that the three petite Asian whores acted like they were suffering from the five BBCs - an excellent rape porn that will do well on the porn market.

When the director yelled "Cut" many hours later, his whores and cocks lay in exhaustion. The director and his cameramen high 5'd each other over this Oscar winning performance.

Amy saw all this through eyes caked in cum, and for a brief moment, sighed in satisfaction. And then she thought of Kelli.

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"We have to go or you will miss the last flight out," Diaw hissed into Kelli's ear, their bodies still one. For a moment, Kelli did not react. An hour ago, she would have raced for the airport, but now, filled with Diaw, she didn't want the moment to end.

"Yes, yes," she moaned, their mouths once again forming a seal. "OK, ok, yes," her words deep with lust.

Finally, we broke the embrace, and only then did I remember I was naked. I hugged myself, chilled by the breezes on my perspiration covered body. After these past two weekends, naked felt right. 

Diaw had reached in the back seat and held out some clothes. Jeans, blouse, and heels, basic slut attire. The jeans were too tight, and now that my breasts had grown, the blouse barely buttoned. One at a time, he handed me an item, enjoying a reverse strip tease.

He pulled me to the passenger side of the car, and like a gentleman, held open the door. It felt so perfect and thoughts of staying, of missing the last plane out, filled my mind. I had to shake my head to clear it. Of course, I had to go back to So Cal. I couldn't give up everything I had worked so hard to achieve. And yet, my body said differently. It no longer belonged to me, but to Diaw. I was marked, tatted, pierced and his semen continued to leak from my pussy, the dark patch showing in the crotch of the jeans. 

He drove quickly towards the airport, and we were silent. I pulled down the visor to check myself in the mirror. It was too dark for a good look, so he turned on the interior lights. The nose ring!

I looked at Diaw and he seemed to read my mind, his focus on my nose. I lifted the nose ring, and like a little girl, said "Please."

He looked at me and just smiled. I assumed he was teasing me and would remove it when we got to the airport. I pretended I was angry at him and stuck out my tongue, my ringed tongue. How silly I felt, and actually started to giggle. I hoped I wasn't losing my mind!

Nearly an hour later, we arrived at the departure ramp. We had spoken little along the way, and nothing of Amy nor Nikita nor why he had not been there until the last possible moment.

We pulled up at the Southwest Airline entrance and got out. He went to the trunk and pulled out a small duffle back and leather folder. He handed me the bag, and said, "Check it." He flipped open the folder and pulled out my departure ticket and then showed me the other flap. "For next Friday."

I should have said, "Fuck you, I'm not coming back," but instead just nodded.

Tenderly, he leaned in and we kissed goodbye. "Hurry," he scolded. I turned to enter the building as he walked around to the other side of the car. He pulled away without a wave and I turned. Only then did I remember the nose ring and tongue ring. I hurried into the building to complete the check in, hoping I would have time to find some make up and to do something about the rings that marked me as slave.

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The porn shoot lasted way into the early mornig. Ponies have no access to time piece so Amy can only tell by sunlight. - but it was still dark. Amy's best guess is it was two in the morning when they finished the rape scene.

The grooms were send back to bring ponies back to our stable. They lead us by a chain to our clitty rings. Amy had no idea what the Viet gyrls felt, but Amy's clitty was very very sore from the heavy treatments by the BBCs. They yanked on my clit, rubbed hard with their fingers and licked with their tongues. It was aweful when my cunt was so dry.

The BBCs were oredred to rape the petite Asian whore and they did!

My groom wasn't happy with me cuz when he molested me earlier at feeding time I wasn't in the mood cuz Kelli left. So Amy tried to appease him, but it dodn't help much.

But the groom did finish the job and cleaned my entire body including my every crease and fold. But still no juice for Amy.

The only thing positive tonight for Amy was she's not so hungry anymore with all that spunk Amy was fed. TheBBCs found out Amy did the best blow job so they fucked Amy's mouth more than those of the Viet gyrls.

After the grooms finished the ponies had their arms locked, so there was no chance to play with ourselves. We all fell asleep quickly, exhausted from our movie making.

When the ponies woke, the grooms were there again. This time getting them ready for another day.

Amy's groom, though mad at Amy, demanded Amy to pleasure him with Amy's skills to get him to shoot cum all over Amy's face. Amy, with her experience, was able to do just that and accomplished what her groom demanded.

But Amy was still dry even after tasting another serve of her favorite food - spunk.

This day's agenda was to go back to the taylor and get the hoofed boots fitted. That only reminded Amy that Kelli was gone.

At the taylor's place all ponies were fitted with their new boots. He did an excellent job of fitting them. The boots fitted snugly and yet it was comfortable. The toes were softly padded so walking on our toes was not difficult at all.

Amy missed Kelli and started to tear.

But the taylor did more.

Each pony were also fitted with two breast straps that were made of leathers. The taylor carefully measured each pony's breast size and cut the leather to fit. The leather strips were about two inches wide and the ends were fitted with metals that would lock.

As a result, the ponies' breasts were accentuated by the straps in that they protruded outwards. 

In addition, the taylor fitted the ponies with thigh straps that was used to connect the whores' labia rings exposing the ponies' pink. Amy started to juice a little, but the thought of Kelli not being there killed Amy's libido yet again.

Half of the morning were spent at the taylor's place. So the morning training was short. But again, when the trainers rested, the ponies had to stand in the hot Texas sun and waited for the trainers to feed them water. 

As before, the trainers helped themselves with the ponies' udders and drank from them. Amy did notice that everytime they drank their milk, the trainers got a little bit of hard ons. So it wasn't just the milk - it was some kind of sexual thing for them. Besides, they rubbed the ponies' snatches while drinking from their teats. So it definitely was a sexual benefit for the trainers.

While waiting in the sun when the trainers took their break Amy noticed that the Viet ponies were not comfortable with what's between their legs. Amy could tell by the way the gyrls moved their hipps.

Amy recalled what she noticed during the porn shoot that the Viet gyrls had problems being sodemized but not with their cunts being fucked. Amy could hear the swooshing sounds cumming from their cunts meaning their cunts were wet. They must be quite horny cuz we were fed a heavy dose of aphrodisiacs.

But their asses were pbbly never used before. And the director did not offer any ass lubes, which is rare during porn productions. But since that was a rape scene, it made sense that the ponies were fucked dry in our asses.

Amy, though dry, didn't have much problem, after all Amy as well fucked in all her holes.

Amy wished she could talk with the Viet ponies but we were all gagged and fitted with bridles and bits. Besides, we were fobidden to speak under any ocasions.

The trainers came out and Amy could hear that they were talking about the porn shoot the night before. It appeared they were very happy with the results and that the three ponies will be doing more porn shoots in the days ahead.




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Too bad whore Kelli weren't there, they commented. Amy raised my pony ears when I heard that. They continued to describe that the owner of these ponies wanted to fuck Kelli so bad that he promised Kelli with her demands and they were that Kelli was allowed to finish her school and that Kelli will not be seperated from Amy when she does come back.

Amy was so relieved to hear that that Amy juiced again when her trainer drank from her teats and rubbed on her cunt. Amy's trainer noticed Amy's cunt was held open by hooks to her thigh straps, he knelt in front of Amy and examined Amy's open snatch.

That made Amy juice even more. In addition, Amy's trainer licked on Amy's clitty while finger fucked Amy's wet cunt. Bells on Amy's body rang harmoniously and that added to Amy's excitments.

Amy orgasmed - big time.

The trainers of the Viet gyrls appeared to be jealous and Amy took note. Amy felt so proud of herself that her trainer found Amy so wet and orgasmed so quickly! Amy was doing what Amy does best again - offering her wet cunt to please anyone who wanted to use her.

Amy can't wait to see Kelli again This time she hoped they will be able to fuck gyrl to gyrl.