4 comments/ 29292 views/ 30 favorites Playthings of the Mistress By: gaggedKitty23 "Please! Let me go!" The man lay stretched out on a pallet with a ragged blanket underneath his naked, pale form. No natural light reached this underground room. Only the dim bulbs above illuminated anything, content to cast ominous shadows. The man was maybe 22 years of age. A recent college graduate, he had on a pair of glasses and his slender body showed neither muscle nor pudge. 'This one must have good metabolism,' Sabrina mused. The naked girl walked a slow circle around her newest prize. She admired the small cock, rapidly inflating as the young man's eyes drifted to her supple breasts before dipping to the apex of her thighs. He licked his lips, then tried again. "Look, I don't know when you drugged me or where you've taken me, but you can't do this! This is America. People can't kidnap people! Look, let me go now and I won't say a word. Not to anyone. I swear." Mistress Sabrina slowly stroked her cunt, fingers playing with the folds of her sex as she watched the helpless man beg. It turned her on...oh god, she was so horny. Mistress Sabrina stood 5'7, perhaps 5'8. The Hispanic woman had large, full breasts with dark tips, her skin smooth and bronzed. Dark hair swept down to the tops of her breasts, making her look all the more dominant and alluring. The 25-year-old had a thing for dominance, both girls and guys. It had started out as a hobby, secretive meet-ups here and there. But what had started out as an illicit side-passion had quickly morphed into something else. It had consumed her. Driven her...over the edge. And now the resourceful young woman was a Mistress in the deepest sense of the word. She kidnapped delectable young men and women and kept them...usually forever. Sabrina was not one to share. Kneeling between Connor's legs, Sabrina idly fondled his testicles, watching as his cock responded. It grew to its full 7 inches in a heartbeat. Sabrina smiled. "Your mouth says one thing, slave. But your cock says another." "No. You can't do this." Connor tried to struggle, but his wrists and ankles were tied fast to steel bolts lodged in the cement flooring. He could do little more than rustle the blanket with his futile attempts. Sabrina knelt down, slowly traipsing her tongue up the underside of his cock. Connor moaned. "Stop...uhhh!" "Mmm." Her tongue reached the tip of his cock, swirling around the swollen head before her hand grasped the base, gently pumping. Putting just enough pressure to add to the agony and fuel the arousal in her captive's loins. "You...have to let me go," Connor sighed, his eyes fluttering as the lust coiled through his testicles and surged throughout the rest of his body. "Do I? Or will you surrender?" She knelt down now, slipping her mouth over the tip of his cock, slowly sliding herself onto him, her lips tightening around his girth. The young man's moan rose desperately, echoing off the walls as she slurped back and forth on his delicious penis, reveling in its taste. The nipples of her breasts brushed against his thighs as her head bobbed up and down, her rhythm quickening. "GGGLLLLP!! MMMM!!" She purred as she sucked feverishly on his cock as if it was a medicine she needed to survive. Her other hand found her pussy, gently slipping between the folds. She fingered herself, pinching her clit lightly as the eroticism of each passing moment crested inside her smoldering cunt and aching breasts. Her toes curled as she neared her climax, and still she pumped her mouth down on him, greedily sucking and cradling his shaft with her tongue. "Uhhh!! Please! You're...this is so wrong!" Connor sputtered. His hands were clenching into fists, knuckles so white it was a wonder his hands didn't shatter. His legs extended, tense under the onslaught of pleasure as he strained to prevent his orgasm. She didn't let up though, her fingers flying furiously along her slit as her other hand pumped his cock and her mouth slurped voraciously, her mouth bottoming out on his shaft as her nose pressed into his pubic hair. "GGGGLLPPP!! SLRRPP!" Sabrina relaxed her throat, taking the full girth of his cock into her nearly-gagging airway as his manhood at last began to spasm between her lips. Connor's guttural cry contained desperation and shame as his seed spewed onto Sabrina's tongue. The sexy dominatrix took it all in her mouth but didn't swallow. She moaned as her own orgasm swept through her, turned on by the feel of Conner's total loss of control. Her legs turned to jelly as her juices spattered onto the floor. She shoved her crotch forward, leaned down, and spit the young man's mouthful of cum directly onto her sated pussy. "Look what you did...disobedient slave. Coming on your Mistress's pussy without permission," she growled. "No! You made me! You did that to yourself." Connor squirmed as Sabrina retrieved a long, black leather crop hanging along the wall. The naked girl strode over to his prone form, straddling his face. THWACK! The tip of the leather crop slammed across Connor's testicles, making him groan in pain. "You worthless slave. You deserve punishment for that!" Sabrina pushed her cum-coated sex into Connor's mouth. "Lick up your nasty seed and clean out my pussy. Do it!" she hissed, smacking his crotch again with the crop. With an anguished moan Connor reluctantly opened his mouth. His tongue darted out, flicking at the folds of her snatch. She moaned approvingly then, rocking her hips forward and pressing her clit into his face. "Mmmm. That's good, little boy. You're a quick learner. I may not have to whip you as badly as the others or have you neutered," she said with a dark chuckle. Was she joking? 'Oh god,' Connor thought. 'This woman is crazy.' He frantically began to lick between her labia, ignoring the awful taste of his own cum as he did exactly as he was told. The bluff and bluster of hopefulness was fading fast and the recent college graduate could now feel only the despair of being helpless. 'Please let me figure a way out of here,' he begged. Soon Sabrina was rocking back and forth on his face, her nipples pointed with arousal. Her hands caressed the young man's head before sliding upward as she cupped her own tits, her croons intensifying. "Oooohhh...keep it up, slave. Use that tongue! Mmm...I feel redemption coming for you. You suck and lick pussy like a veteran. MMmm...yes. Yes!" Her hips rocked and her neck snapped back as her moans grew into a long, steady wail. "I'm...going...to...yes! I'm cooooommmiiinnngg!" she shouted, her body convulsing on the poor man's face. Her quivering cunt muffled his surprised protest as her pungent fluid soaked his nose and mouth. Sabrina rocked back and forth another dozen times for good measure, making sure his face was sticky and glistening with the evidence of her lust. With a sigh she rose, her legs unsteady as she took a step back and admired her work. Connor was gasping, his ribcage heaving between more pleas to be released. "You've had your way with me. Now let me go." Sabrina clucked disapprovingly, then knelt beside his face. Her hand went around his throat and forced him to look at her. "You stupid, stupid boy. You don't understand, do you? You're mine. A plaything to enjoy or put away when I see fit. Your best hope at an enjoyable existence is pleasing me, your Mistress. That is all." She rose back to her full height and grimaced. "I see you do not believe me, though, so perhaps a demonstration of what happens in this dungeon might educate you." She turned to the monitor moored to the far wall. It was almost 60 inches wide and tall, the screen crystal-clear as Sabrina swept up the remote and switched it on. "Let's turn to Cell 61, shall we?" One of the dozens of tiny squares of video feed on the screen leapt up to full screen mode, eclipsing all the others. Sabrina leaned forward, pressing the button to activate the two-way speakers. "Slave Mieko, how are we doing today?" A busty Asian girl, her hair long and lustrous, was sitting atop a man's lap, riding his cock. The man was tied down and could hardly move, merely sit and watch as the Asian woman impaled her snatch on his manhood. The Asian girl was no freer, though. A collar around her neck was attached to a rope which vanished somewhere above, and her hands were bolted to both sides of the chair that the male captive was bound to. Even her ankles were tied to ringlets in the floor so that she could literally do nothing else but fuck. "Mistress...this slave is gratified to know that you are watching her." Mieko's resigned face exemplified the spirit of a broken captive. Her tits bounced as she slid her pussy up and down the nameless male's shaft, moving with a relentless rhythm. The sound of smacking each time she roughly bottomed out her pussy on the man's cock came loud and clear through the dungeon's speakers. Connor found he couldn't tear his eyes away from the depraved scene. And soon he realized it was worse than he'd thought. Another male captive, standing with a hood over his head and arms bound taut above his head with feet chained to the floor, stood right beside the two slaves as they were fucking. Now Mieko leaned over, slipping her mouth over the second male's cock, slurping noisily on it as she continued to impale herself. "I see that you have been diligent, Mieko," Sabrina purred through the speaker. "Diligence will be rewarded." Sabrina stepped back and turned off the sound, turning back to her newest captive. Connor stared at her open-mouthed. "Mieko will be rewarded. My slaves are all told the same thing: That they should perform as much as possible, in the positions I put them in. Those that do - well, if I happen to see them on the monitor, I reward them with privileges. Food. Rest. Exercise." Sabrina knelt beside Connor, her hand idly caressing his chest before pinching each of his nipples. "As for the lazy slaves, if I happen to bring up their cell on the monitor and they are NOT performing. Well..." She laughed, a sultry, almost musical sound. "Let's just say that I enjoy devising new ways to punish my wayward playthings." The sexy Latina leaned over him, sucking gently on each of Connor's nipples as her hand found his cock again, pumping it slowly back to life. "Now...where were we? Do you have a better understanding of your situation, slave? Will you obey me now, without question? Or do you want to be tiresome and keep resisting?" "This can't be real," Connor mumbled. "I was at a bar last night, picking up girls. This is just some horrific nightmare." Except he knew it wasn't. And as time began to rehabilitate his foggy memory, he thought he remembered seeing Sabrina in the bar, buying her a drink and trying to flirt with her. Sabrina smiled as his face dawned with understanding. "Ah. The memory comes back to you now. So you do remember me." She kept pumping his cock, slowly making it firm again. She nibbled his right ear lobe teasingly, her breath hot against his face. "Yes...Mmm. I saw you last night, little boy. So young and clearly smitten the moment you saw my breasts straining underneath the strapless dress I wore. Mmmhmm. I remember. And that was when I decided that I had to add you to my collection." "No." Connor shook his head. This was all a twisted dream. "Yes." Sabrina kissed him, and it startled him. He gasped as her tongue explored his mouth. For several long moments he just let it happen, not responding or trying to move his head sideways. Then he protested, yanking his jaw in the opposite direction. "This is wrong. You just raped me." He looked away, refusing to meet her stare. "Yet you enjoyed it," she said simply. "I felt your arousal, your release. Be truthful with me, slave. Have I not just given you one of the most precious orgasms you have ever known?" Connor refused to look at her. The sad and sorry truth was that Connor's girlfriend Jennifer had dumped him nearly a year ago, and he hadn't gotten laid since. Connor's sex life had been anything but colorful, and he had always felt a void. This experience, as sick and twisted as Connor kept telling himself it had to be, had also awakened something primal in him. "No. It..it didn't." His voice broke, confirming the lie. "Truly?" Sabrina purred. "In that case..." She clapped her hands and a short, pale-skinned brunette entered the room. "Slave Cassie, stand by in case I have need of you." The brunette was completely naked except for a black leather collar around her slender neck. "Yes Mistress." Connor's eyes narrowed as she continued pumping his cock. Soon he was hard again, his penis elongated and straining with lust. Sabrina rose up as the stricken man moaned. "What-what are you going to do?" "Hmm. Something fun." Her back was to him and he couldn't see what she was doing. That made him nervous. More than nervous. She turned around with a tube of strawberry-scented lube, pouring it along his cock. He stifled a moan as she coated his penis with the liquid, its warming properties sending tingles up and down his shaft. Then his eyes widened in disbelief as she secured a cock-ring around the base of his manhood, forcing the blood up into his vein-covered shaft so that it stayed painfully erect. "Now...let us see if we can't outdo our first performance. You will admit to me your primal needs, slave. You will. Sooner, if not later." With those words she slowly straddled his body. He began to thrash desperately. His bonds were so tight that for all his flailing, Sabrina found it pathetically easy to line up his shaft with her delicate fingers, pressing the cock-head between her labia. She looked down at him and their eyes met as she engulfed his cock with her moistening cunt. Connor clenched his teeth as he saw the gorgeous Latina pump her pussy up and down his girth, gripping him so tightly as she squeezed her cunt muscles to welcome his shaft inside her depths. "Does this not please you, slave? What is your body telling you? Tell your mind to be silent and listen to what you FEEL." Sabrina threw her head to the side, moaning as she continued to fuck his helpless cock. The reality of the cock-ring restricting his blood flow made the sensation all the more maddening. He felt hard enough and aroused enough nearly to bursting already as his cock ricocheted off the walls of Sabrina's cunt. Yet the ring at the base of his penis was too tight for him to easily come. He gritted his teeth harder now, groaning more loudly as she lifted off of him. Her pussy reached the tip of his penis and then she slammed back down onto him with a satisfying smack, a sadistic grin lighting up her face. "You see, slave? Your body is smarter than you are. Surrender to it." "No! I have a life. I can't... will not be your sexual toy." Sabrina knelt forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as her hands caressed his wrists. "I'm afraid it's too late for what you want to matter, even a little bit." She motioned to the short, curvaceous brunette. "Come here, Cassie. You want to take a turn riding the dumb ox?" Cassie quickly nodded, her cherubic face full of excitement. "Yes Mistress." Sabrina lifted her pussy off of Connor's phallus. The young man sighed with relief as her snug pussy walls shifted off of him. He had staved off a second orgasm...at least for now. But he was unprepared for the enthusiasm of Cassie. The short brunette quickly mounted him, slurping his cock up inside her wet pussy. She was humping him like a wild woman, her croons filling the dungeon room and probably several hallways beyond. Her breasts bobbed up and down as she repeatedly slammed down to encase his hardness. "Mmmm...thank you Mistress. Thank you for sharing this one's cock with me. Oohhh!!" Sabrina knelt forward, palming Cassie's breasts. "Is this male a good catch, Cassie? What do you think?" Even as Sabrina asked the question, she knelt behind Cassie now and began to flick her tongue against Connor's scrotum. At the same time she inserted her index finger in Cassie's star-shaped hole, fingering her ass to add to the girl's pleasure as Cassie fucked the helpless man with zeal. "Mmmm...Uhhh! Yes, oh yes! Finger my ass, Mistress. Mmmm, I love the way that feels. This slave is grateful," Cassie cried out. "You haven't answered my question yet, slave." Sabrina suddenly withdrew, retrieving a three-tailed whip from the wall. She dangled the tendrils suggestively over Cassie's supple cones. "Well?" Distracted by the feel of Connor's cock, Cassie's moans slowly yielded words. "Yes, Mistress. This one is a wonderful catch. He's got nice stamina, Mistress. His cock is staying so hard inside me." "Next time you will answer your Mistress more punctually, bitch!" With a snarl Sabrina smacked the whip across Cassie's sensitive cones. The girl cried out, feeling the after-sting of the whip all through her aching breasts as she continued to plunge her pussy down to engulf Connor's manhood. Connor groaned as a second smack of the whip slanted across Cassie's perfectly sculpted ass, one of the errant tails grazing his testicles. "OW!" Connor groaned as Sabrina reached out, grasping the young man's balls between her hands. "Fuck this bitch, slave. I want to see you spasm in her pussy right before my eyes. Do it in the next sixty seconds or I'll squeeze these balls until the pain makes you want to pass out. Do it!" Sabrina's command set off alarms in Connor's head. 'Oh god. The sex-crazed bitch is serious!' he thought. He frantically pushed his crotch upward now to meet Cassie's downward plunges. Soon the brunette's pussy was stuffed even more thoroughly with the 7 inches of Connor's cock. Connor's face was contorted with effort now, his bottom bouncing with the tiny freedom of motion he still had, his shaft moving upward to pierce Cassie's depths with added force. Cassie had become a bouncing, sweaty heap of nakedness, her croons rising higher and higher. She continued to moan even when Sabrina reached around with one free hand to squeeze her left breast savagely. "Fuck him faster, Cassie. Come on, you lazy cunt. Harder." Cassie moaned louder, her pussy sliding up and down, flying faster and faster, and slick with her gathering juices. "Mistress...uhhh...AAahhhh! May I come? Please?!" she wailed. Sabrina fondly pinched the girl's nipple and then slid one hand up to the nape of the girl's neck, putting it in a possessive grip. "Yes, Cassie. Come for me, you slut. Let me see your pussy quiver on the boy's penis." That was all the permission she needed, and suddenly Cassie was groaning, moaning, her body fluttering with spasms as she clenched and gushed on Connor's manhood. Connor was moaning with a cadence of his own, sweat flying off of his body as he pumped frantically, wedging his cock desperately skyward. "You have ten more seconds, slave. Ten more seconds and I squeeze your balls until you pass out," Sabrina warned. "No please! I'm going to come!" Connor cried. His face contorted even more chaotically in the throes of his release. One involuntary spurt after another he felt himself blast inside the velvety-soft sheath of Cassie's cunt. His cock continued to spurt strands of cum deep inside the beautiful brunette's pussy, filling her with his seed until he felt his loins go completely dry. Despite the cock-ring, he had managed to come. It had been fastened just loosely enough to let him achieve orgasm, and now he was thankful for that as Sabrina's hand relaxed from the vice her fingers had been forming around his balls. "Good boy. MMmm. Not half bad." Sabrina watched intently as Connor's flaccid cock slipped free of Cassie's sex. Jism oozed from the brunette's thoroughly fucked orifice. Cassie looked back at her Mistress, daring to flash her an impish grin. Playthings of the Mistress Ch. 02 Sabrina looked at him long and hard before saying the one thing Connor wasn't prepared for. "I want you to fuck your sister." ********** Connor didn't think he heard the words right. "You...can't be serious." The disbelief colored his voice, and he sank to his knees. Mistress Sabrina looked at him with a hint of contempt. "Really...is that all? No more defiance? Just that pathetic look of 'Is this really happening to me?' on your handsome face." She threw her head back with a harsh laugh. "You, little boy, definitely deserve to belong to someone like me. You will fuck your sister. In fact, the three of us are going to have sooo much fun later. You will see." Sabrina left with Connor looking at the floor, wishing he could sink into it. Time passed. It was hard to tell how much or how little. Eventually a tray of food was passed to him by a masked woman, apparently one of Sabrina's trained sex servants. He tried to engage the woman in conversation - did she know a way out, would she free him? - but the servant would say nothing, and his hopes slumped once again. He sat with his ankle attached to the long chain and his wrists shackled in front of him. That was when something strange began to happen. His vision swam. His head felt foggy, and his muscles, they didn't quite respond as quickly as they had just moments before. 'That bitch,' he thought viciously. 'She drugged my food!' ***** Sometime later Connor awoke. He was kneeling with both arms suspended to chains above his head. Someone had pierced each of his nipples with tiny silver hoops and put a leather collar around his neck. "Oooh. Look, Slave Gracie. Your brother has awoken. Start your duties now if you want me to spare his life." Connor recognized Sabrina's sultry yet wicked voice. His eyes widened in horror as his slender blonde sister approached, naked as the day of her birth. "Hello brother," she said seductively, kneeling right away and taking his cock in her hands. She began to fondle his testicles even as her tongue ran along the head of his cock, making swipes at the tip. "Uuuhh...Please stop!" he begged. Yet whatever aphrodisiac they'd used on her, it still had the gorgeous-looking girl firmly under its spell. The sexy blonde's ample breasts jiggled as she began to smother Connor's cock in her mouth, her head bobbing in such fast, jerking motions. He tried to hold back the gathering lust...but it was no use. He felt her warm mouth encompass him, lovingly cradle his cock as her tongue caressed every inch of his manhood. Soon his cock's tip was leaking pre-cum, and the slickness of Gracie's saliva made his shaft vanish more and more swiftly between her lips. "MMmm...You have a glorious cock, brother." She drew her mouth off of him, just temporarily, her one hand still grasping and pumping his now rigid penis even as two strings of pre-cum dangled from her bottom lip. She stared at Connor's cock, seeming to admire it. As if she wanted to worship it. "Do you want that big, hard cock in your pussy Gracie?" Sabrina approached from behind the slender blonde girl. She carried a riding crop in her hands. When Gracie didn't reply fast enough, she smacked the crop pointedly against Gracie's perfectly shaped ass cheeks. Then she swatted the crop across Gracie's sensitive tits. "OW! Yes Mistress," Gracie admitted. "Well too bad. First you have to earn it." She glanced over her shoulder. "Now come here, Vanik. Vanik, where the hell are you?" A burly, barrel-chested slave with an obscenely long cock came from the shadows in the corner of the dungeon cell. He was Sabrina's only trustworthy male slave. The only one she could leave completely without restraints and know that he would obey. He was Hispanic, and his shoulders rippled with veins while bristling with muscle. He eyed Gracie like a fresh piece of meat. Something to be fucked or perhaps eaten. "What does my Mistress require?" he said in his deep, raspy tone. "Fuck this little slut's pussy. Make it rough and nasty." Vanik nodded. "As you say, Mistress." Before Gracie knew what was happening she was on her hands and knees behind Connor, Connor's ass right in front of her face. Vanik was spreading her pale ass cheeks, slipping two saliva-coated fingers between her pouting pussy lips as a third finger gently rimmed her labia, creating this delicious competition of mounting sensation. He admired the way she squirmed under his touch. The way every single, deft change in how his two fingers penetrated her would force Gracie to shift her hips this way or that. "Stop toying with the bitch. I want her stuffed full of cock," Sabrina said. "And you, you little blonde cock-tease, I want you to lick your brother's ass. It's the least you can do to earn his cock!" "Yes Mistress!" Gracie gasped, her breasts aching with desire as Vanik's shaft suddenly plunged between her labia, fucking her in one vicious thrust. "AAhhhh...Tight fit! Move those hips back at me. Fuck yourself, bitch!" Vanik growled his commands as Gracie slammed her pussy back to meet his cruel thrusts. The constant friction sent so many stimuli through her sex-craved body. Her arousal coiled more and more tightly within her loins and everywhere else as feminine instinct took over, unlocked by the drug's power. "Yessss...ahhh," she practically crooned. "Fuck my pussy so hard...aaahhh...make my teeth rattle, you bastard!" She groaned as he fucked her so roughly that the sound of their joining bodies was no more than a series of violent smacks. Her breasts shook with the force of his thrusts, flying forward each time his cock slid between her pussy lips, enjoying the seal of her sex lips for only the briefest time before withdrawing for a fresh and pulverizing thrust. Meanwhile the big-breasted Latina watched it all with a critical eye. Sabrina took a lit candle and gingerly poured drips of wax down Gracie's smooth back. "AAAHh OW!" Gracie moaned. "What did I say, cunt? Get your face in there. Your brother's ass has been thoroughly washed, along with the rest of him. I want to see your tongue laving out his puckered hole. Get busy!" Saying that harsh command Sabrina knelt down, pinching each of Gracie's sore nipples firmly enough to make her moan with a painful-pleasurable stab of stimulation. "Y-yes Mistress. I will," Gracie said reluctantly. She had never licked out a person's ass before, but it seemed preferable to having her poor breasts pinched for just another second. They were still so tender. Gracie leaned forward, tentatively flicking her tongue at Connor's star-shaped hole. "Gracie no! What are you doing?" Connor begged. "Stop! You don't have to listen to the evil bitch." 'But I do,' Gracie thought somewhat sadly. The rising tide of lust soon swamped her regret though, and her moans became muffled as she licked out Connor's ass and felt Vanik's cock plunging into her snatch like a jackhammer. The constant plowing of Vanik's thick cock deep into her sex had her breasts aching fiercely now, her juices trickling down his able shaft. She was still wiggling her ass and thrusting backward to encase and slurp up every inch of Vanik's invading cock. It was like a game, to see how much of the male slave's cock she could enclose before he stabbed that same shaft deeply toward her womb. "OOohhh yes. You little slut. You love impaling that pussy on my cock, don't you?" Between licks, her tongue flailing desperately inside Connor's anus, Gracie moaned. "Yes Master. I live to sheathe your cock with my pussy and my juices." For a few more minutes they continued coupling just like that, until eventually Vanik pulled out with a satisfied sigh. He had not yet come, and for a moment Gracie was confused. Then he walked around to stand by Connor. Connor's face went white as he saw the man's cock, slimy and glistening with Gracie's fluids. He could smell the pungency of her juices all along Vanik's cock, the unmistakable, damning proof of his sister's drug-induced depravity. "Please. Put it back inside me," Gracie pouted. But she wisely stayed where she was, licking dutifully at Connor's crack. The big Hispanic seemed to consider something for a moment. Sabrina sauntered over, lightly gripping the base of Vanik's cock as she admired the glistening cunt cream from Gracie's sex. "Hmmm. You think we should make the brother lick his sister's juices off of your cock, Vanik?" A small upturn at the corners of his mouth was all that revealed Vanik's amusement. He nodded. "It may have crossed my mind, Mistress." Connor was shouting now. "NO! You sick, crazy bitch. I won't do that!" But his protests soon lost some of their conviction in the new distractions that followed. "Let's make it a little more palatable to you then, shall we boy?" Sabrina chuckled. "Gracie, come here to the other side. I want you to position your pussy and impale it on your brother's sorry excuse for a penis." "No...please," Connor said, his words faint now as resignation crept into his voice. His face contorted as Gracie eagerly knelt doggy-style and reached back, using her delicate fingers to carefully nestle the head of his cock between her snug labia. Then she eased herself back, encasing Connor's unwilling warmth, grinding her pussy back and forth as she engulfed him with an audible slurping sound, her sex still so moist from her coupling with Vanik. "OOohhh...Aaahhhh...brother. Your cock feels like it was meant to fuck me," she practically purred, starting a leisurely fuck-rhythm, shoving her pussy back again and again and again to the agonized groans of her sibling. Connor couldn't believe this was happening. He had been a college student with a bright future, and now he was a no-name sex slave caught in a world of depraved lust, pain, and pleasure. "Please...this is so...this is against nature," Connor said, plaintive and desperate. Yet his cock had no trouble staying hard for his lithesome sister as she bounded back and suctioned it between her cunt lips, clenching her muscles lovingly around it. His shaft felt her heat, the girl's velvety softness milking his testicles toward the most taboo of climaxes. Desperation and horror vied in him with the pleasure that kept climbing higher and higher in his loins. Connor realized that his mouth had gone dry, that he could hardly breathe. He could hardly do anything but watch in disbelief, awful fascination, as his sister's sexy snatch slammed backward to sheathe his rigid penis. Then he saw Vanik's musk-scented cock dangle before his eyes as he stood over Connor's sister. He brandished a knife as he spoke a warning. "I'm only going to tell this to you this once, slave. I've got seniority, and that means Mistress Sabrina won't mind if I discipline you. If you bite down or hurt me when I plunge my cock down your throat, you'll probably lose a finger or two." Saying this, Vanik forced Connor's mouth open and pressed his shaft between Connor's lips. The young man nearly gagged as the strong flavors of salty maleness intermingled with Gracie's feminine taste, overwhelming his palate. 'Oh god!' Connor groaned. This couldn't be happening. The dual sensations - Gracie's cock slamming back to greedily squeeze the length of his penis, combined with the foreign penis ramming down his throat - it was all too much for Connor. The young man groaned and cried out for mercy, his pleas a string of muffled shouts. It seemed to take forever, but at last Vanik pulled out, spurting cum in Connor's hair, down his face, and even spurting a few last big dollops of seed onto his sister's smooth ass cheeks. This was the ultimate degradation, something Connor could not even believe. Yet it all paled in comparison to the fueling need, the eruption of lust surging through his loins as lithe, beautiful Gracie continued to impale her snatch eagerly on her brother's manhood, their sexes joining with a series of squelchy-wet noises. "Yes, fuck me. Move your cock inside me baby. Push forward and fuck me just like that, Connor." What?! Connor belatedly realized he had somehow, even with Vanik's cock down his throat, started to automatically thrust his pelvis forward, becoming a full-fledged participant in his sister's coupling. His cock swept forward again now, penetrating her silken glove as he let out a plaintive hiss overtaken by desire. "Aaahhhh...Gracie...ohhh Gracie." "Gracie what?" Sabrina demanded, her crop smacking hard across Connor's shoulders and chest. "Tell your bitch sister how much you want to COME inside her." With a sigh of defeat, lust surging more powerfully than ever, Connor groaned. "Shove that pussy back on my cock, Gracie. I love how your pussy feels with my cock squirming inside of it. I...I want to come so badly in your wet pussy," he said, feeling totally degraded. "Harder. Stuff her full of cock, you worthless boy. Do it!" Sabrina growled. She was rubbing one hand over her clit now, wetness dripping down her thighs as the arousing sight of the brother-sister ordeal fueled the dominatrix's cruel libido. Now Sabrina lifted a cream-scented hand to Connor's face, ordering him to suck her fingers clean of her sex-juices even as Gracie continued to impale her cunt with increasing force. "Please...I'm doing it!" Connor moaned. Sabrina's free hand was reaching underneath, cradling Connor's testicles in a menacing embrace that could go from fondling caress to tormenting squeeze in just a heartbeat. "I'll cut off your testicles if you don't fuck this bitch rough and fill her pussy!" Sabrina hissed. Then it happened. Or, more accurately, the dominos fell, one after the next. Gracie's moans reached a peak. "Fuck me, fuck me Connor, oh god I'm coming...I'm going to come on your hard cock, yesss! OOHHHH! Aaaaaaoooohhh Mmmm!!" She shuddered violently as her pussy gushed its cream in copious amounts, flooding Connor's shaft. Her orgasm was so forceful that the excess juices streamed to the base of Connor's penis and even left the wrinkled folds of his testicles spattered in her fluids. Connor couldn't take it anymore. The convulsions of his beautiful sister's cunt sent his manhood over the precipice. He grunted, his whole body becoming stiff as a board in the moment of his release. Eruption was probably more accurate. He squeezed his eyes shut even with Sabrina's cream-scented fingers still in his mouth, and then he felt his manhood twitch and spasm so many times inside Gracie's damp heat. "Yes, come inside me. So much cum," Gracie sighed. The aftershocks of her orgasm kept her enthralled, and she was still grinding and wiggling her sexy ass as Connor spent his last heavy spurts of seed. Finally, when the aftershocks of the siblings' orgasms had subsided, Sabrina stood back and viewed her handiwork. Connor hung dejectedly in chains with Vanik's cum still leaving gooey traces in his hair and on his chest. Gracie now turned around and spread her legs, her eyes widening at the long trails of cum oozing from her swollen pussy. "Oh god. So much cum," she mumbled, looking down at the evidence of Connor's crime. Sabrina knelt between the blonde's creamy thighs, lapping hungrily at the cum seeping from her folds before cleaning out Gracie's sex even more thoroughly. Soon the blonde's pussy glistened only with Sabrina's saliva. Sabrina then straddled Gracie, kissing her tenderly on the mouth. She then playfully suckled on each of Gracie's sore nipples. "Uuuhh. Please be gentle, Mistress. My breasts are still so tender." "You did well, slave. I will spare your brother's life. You've earned him at least that." Meanwhile, frozen in a world of shame, the memory of sexual bliss haunting his mind, Connor wondered whether this new eternity would become hell...or, and this frightened him much more in some ways - a decadent haven of twisted desires. A deep male instinct in him had actually enjoyed the moment when his seed gushed deep inside Gracie's cunt, and that terrified Connor most of all. Whether he ever won his freedom back or not, Connor's time in the dungeon of Mistress Sabrina would alter what he was, who he was...forever. ***** Rescue and freedom though, were not far off, and already the authorities were closing in on Sabrina's compound. To Be Continued... *************** I hope you enjoyed the story. Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better! Playthings of the Mistress Ch. 03 Sabrina lay on her sumptuous silken sheets in her master bedroom suite within her endless dungeon. Well, perhaps 'endless' was a bit too ambitious of a word. There were only four levels to her dungeon, each with maybe 3,000 square feet. The solid cinderblock or concrete walls kept sound to a minimum for the most part, however her dungeon ceilings were wired with cameras and microphones so that she could enjoy the fruits of her collection, seeing and hearing every depraved moment unfold. If only she had as many eyes as she had cameras, she thought. The beautiful dominatrix was naked, her bronze-hued skin showing smooth on her Latina figure. She was as beautiful as she was cruel though. "Mmmm...not bad, Cassie. Your skills are improving." A pale, naked brunette knelt between the Latina's legs, desperately licking at her sex. Her tongue made expertly delicate swipes at the 25 year-old's pussy lips, occasionally diving deeper to rub against the inner walls of her pussy even as her fingers deftly stroked at all angles. "UUhhhh..." Sabrina's head thrashed briefly, and her breaths came out in rasps as her diaphragm rose and fell, her breasts heaving. "Such a dirty little slut...sucking your Mistress' clit so fervently," Sabrina sighed with contentment. The sexy Latina reached down, caressing Cassie's hair as the girl slurped and licked even more desperately, smelling her Mistress' pungent arousal. Sabrina thrust her crotch forward into Cassie's mouth, moaning as she reached up to her own breasts, cupping and squeezing them in the throes of her lust. "Yes, little slave bitch. Lick harder. Make your Mistress come." "May I be of service, Mistress?" Vanik's voice came from the shadows, where Sabrina usually preferred that he remain. As her only fully trusted male slave, he was a bodyguard of sorts. He straddled that hazy line between servant and soldier. Sometimes that made Sabrina a little uneasy, though she wasn't sure why. "MMm...yesss," Sabrina half-moaned. "Fuck Cassie's pussy. Then do her ass if it so pleases you." Cassie's muffled groan showed just what she thought of the second idea. "There, there, little one. Your place is to serve your betters. Keep licking and sucking! UUuhgghhh...fuck, yes. Keep it up, slut." Sabrina's hands continued to fondle her own breasts as she thrust her sex roughly into Cassie's mouth. Cassie groaned again when Vanik mounted the bed behind her and carefully placed his thick 10-inch cock at the entrance to her sex. He slowly plunged his rigid phallus into her soft folds, grunting as his rhythm of fucking commenced. Cassie's muffled groans between licks and slurps only made Sabrina's arousal spike. She watched with heavy-lidded lust as the slender brunette's body began to jerk with the force of Vanik's fucks. Her breasts flew forward with each pulverizing fuck, and she moaned more plaintively than ever with her tongue lost in her Mistress's now-dripping cunt. "Yes...ahhh, fuck the slut, Vanik. I love watching you fuck her...Mmm. It gets me so hot," Sabrina growled. Then it happened. Sabrina felt herself go, blissfully losing all control. She grabbed Cassie's delicate face and held it flush against the opening between her thighs, flooding the girl's mouth with cum that overflowed down the girl's chin and onto the bed. Cassie groaned as Vanik put an arm around her neck, pulling her backward as he forced her willowy form to take his full length and girth, Sabrina's juices still glistening on her face. Mistress Sabrina watched the two for a while, lying languidly in her post-orgasmic reality of sated lust. Yet sadly the equilibrium did not last long. She rose from the bed and walked over to the bathroom to attend to bodily functions and step between the gorgeously etched glass doors for a quick shower. Even with the shower sluicing down her face, in the background Sabrina was aware of Cassie's moans and the sound of Vanik's balls slapping against the backs of the girl's thighs with each tenderizing fuck. 'Hmm, I'll have to put Cassie away sooner rather than later,' Sabrina thought. One rule was sacrosanct in the Mistress' dungeon; it was always bad to let slaves become too attached to one another. Sabrina had noticed how Vanik had begun to always perk up when Cassie was around. The brute was beginning to fall for her, just a little. Some of the other telltale signs were there too. A few minutes later Sabrina stepped from her shower, toweled off efficiently, and went back into her bedroom. Sure enough, Vanik was still fucking Cassie. He had flipped her over and was plowing into her pussy at top-speed as the girl moaned and spread her hands along his shoulders, pulling him deeper in. If it had been any other slave, Vanik would already have moved on to reaming the girl's tight ass...but not Cassie, no. As if that weren't enough, the words between her two slaves confirmed Sabrina's suspicions. "Thank you, Sir. Uhh...oh god, you've got such a big cock and I love it when you slam it into my tight, wet pussy. Thank you Sir, for sparing my ass. Oohhh fuck me please...fuck me so hard." Vanik muffled her words with a savage kiss, grunting again and again as his body impaled her like a pierced specimen, his cock flying through her as her legs splayed wide. When he came up for air, Vanik said huskily, "You're mine, little cunt. Your pussy belongs to me, and I love how it greedily welcomes my cock and squeezes my shaft...Mmm...You want me to come inside you, sweet girl?" Cassie moaned, biting her lip as her hands raked down his chest, her nipples hard like little pink jewels. "Yes, Sir! Come in my horny little snatch. Mmm, let me feel your warm, sticky cum please!" The two slaves had not noticed their Mistress enter, but now suddenly Vanik grunted as Sabrina knelt behind him, suckling on his testicles. "Don't forget, Vanik. Her CUNT, just like your COCK, both belong to ME," she said with feeling, slowly gripping his testicles in her hand as she watched his cock vanish inside Cassie's heat. But she decided to be merciful, letting them finish what he'd started. His cock continued to pump frantically into Cassie's sex, the squelching sound of wetness, suction, and friction all joining to form a bizarre kind of music. Soon Vanik was seizing up, his testicles stiffening as his cock jerked heavily inside Cassie's pussy, depositing an ample load of hot, thick jism. "AAAHHH. Thank you, Mistress. Forgive me for earlier. I misspoke," Vanik said, slowly withdrawing his long shaft from Cassie's cum-soaked sex. Sabrina gave her male slave a stern look. "You were telling Cassie not to forget HER place, but remember, the same truth applies to YOU. Now get in there and lick your nasty cum out of her pussy." "Y-yes Mistress," Vanik sighed. This was a degrading punishment that Sabrina was used to giving only to her newer, untrained male slaves. But a relapse was a relapse, and Vanik would take his punishment. As Vanik knelt forward, slurping on Cassie's pussy, the brunette's moans of gratitude almost made Sabrina want to punish the girl instead. She let it pass though and decided to check on some of her other slave-girls and male slaves instead. "When you are finished licking out her cunt, you will put Cassie back in her cage and report to the bottom level. Bring me two well-heeled males and a newer female. Understood?" Between licks, Vanik gave the only answer he could. "Yes Mistress." ********** Sabrina wore her peach-silk robe with nothing underneath. The cold, damp underground air felt good on her skin. Her feet may have felt cold on the concrete, but she didn't much care. Her anticipation was thrumming from the tips of her toes to her fingertips, and she couldn't wait to see the brother-sister pair she still had locked up below. She was like a child unwrapping a birthday present all over again. Unlocking the door to the siblings' cell she waltzed in with a cruel grin on her face and soaked up the deliciously depraved sight in front of her. A young man, maybe 22 years-old, was sitting in a chair with tiny spikes blunted underneath it. He was tied down, ropes anchoring him and shackles keeping his ankles still. There was a collar around his neck to help him get used to his new condition of sexual slavery. Meanwhile a slender, naked blonde 24 years-old sat on his lap, her pussy fully encasing his cock. Her wrists were tied around the back of his head and her legs were tightly wound with rope so that she could barely wiggle with her snatch sheathing his cock. Both had ball-gags stuffed into their mouths so that they could only groan and make unintelligible pleas when their Mistress approached. "Ahhh, and how are my two lovebirds doing?" She glanced at Connor first. "The drugs I injected gave you a stiff, lasting hard-on worthy of legends, didn't it slave? Mmm, look how hot your big-titted older sis looks with her tight cunt busted and forced to hug that rigid pole of meat! It makes me wet just thinking about all the fun you two have been having. Have you come inside her little pussy a few times since I left you here a few hours ago?" She chuckled as she came up and cruelly pinched Gracie's nipples. The blonde groaned loudly through her gag. "And what about you, blonde cunt? Have you enjoyed riding your brother's cock while I've been napping? How many times did he spew his tadpoles in you? Must have been at least three or four times, I'll bet." Sabrina retrieved a knife from the toolbox in the corner and swiftly cut one of the binding ropes around Gracie's legs, which helped the other ropes loosen to give her the slightest range of movement. Gracie gratefully slipped her sex free of her brother's cock. Now Sabrina knelt closely, examining Gracie's sex as if she was a mare being appraised for auction. Sure enough, Sabrina saw with satisfaction as excess cum oozed from the girl's aching snatch. Her brother had come - at least once, probably more. "Ahhh...so you did surrender to your desire," she said, looking pointedly at Connor. The miserable look of shame on his face told her two things - that he had indeed and that part of him - maybe a very significant part of him - had enjoyed it. With the aphro-drugs in Gracie's system mostly having worn off, the frightened blonde was begging to be released, though from behind her gag it came out as a series of chaotic fragments. "PWSSSS -ETTT USSSS GO!" Gracie moaned. Sabrina sighed, shaking her head. "Stupid cunt." She glanced back at Connor. "Your sister isn't too bright, trying my patience like this. You were supposed to use this time to think carefully about accepting your new life as my sex slaves. I certainly didn't come down here expecting to find such an attitude. Hmph." Sabrina turned as Vanik strode in with a cattle prod in his hands. Two male slaves and a tall, slender raven-haired slave girl walked in before him. Pointing to the raven-haired beauty, Vanik said, "I brought Kaela, and Gren and Edward." The two males were recent captives, just like Kaela. All three had leather collars and were otherwise completely naked, their wrists shackled behind their backs. "Ah, good. They will do. It appears that Gracie here has not yet learned what it means to be a part of my collection, and judging from the look on her brother's face he doesn't quite seem convinced either. Shall we show them what happens to slaves who I feel like punishing?" Vanik nodded eagerly. "Yes Mistress." Sabrina turned to Gren. "Come here, boy. You will help me demonstrate." She had him stand by her and then she and Vanik helped extricate Gracie from her position atop Connor's lap. They took out Gracie's gag and then forced the young blonde to her knees behind Gren's ass. Now Sabrina pointed at Kaela. "You will impale your cute mouth on Gren's cock while Gracie here licks out his ass. Then the two of you can switch off later. Doesn't that sound sweet?" "Yes Mistress," Kaela said reluctantly. She proceeded to open her mouth, slurping up Gren's cock between her lips. She jabbed her face forward, enveloping him to the balls as her nose pressed into his pubic muff. Her sounds of gurgling and slurping filled the room. Meanwhile Gracie tried to shake her head 'No' as Sabrina thrust her face into Gren's puckered hole. "Start licking ass, bitch. You're a pro now, remember? You licked Connor's ass, and now you'll lick this one." "No, please!" Gracie begged. Sabrina turned to Vanik. "Hand me the shock-wand please." Vanik complied, and moments later Sabrina thrust the wand between Gracie's legs, shocking her poor pussy. Gracie jerked and cried out, then promptly dove her face between Gren's ass cheeks, licking at his crack. "That's more like it girl." Sabrina sauntered over to the other side of the male slave, watching Kaela's continuing fellatio, her tongue sliding greedily along the underside of his cock before she smothered him once more, moving her head forcefully as her lips formed that tight O-shaped seal around his prick. "Not bad, slut, but maybe you could use some added motivation." Sabrina thrust the shock-wand at Kaela's pussy from behind, lowering the setting before pressing the red button. Kaela's deep moan indicated that the electric shock had been felt properly, but the raven-haired girl managed to keep Gren's cock nestled between her lips as she gulped and sucked with feverish obedience. Sabrina continued to alternately shock both girls as Vanik motioned to Edward, the remaining slave unaccounted for. Vanik pulled Edward over to him and showed Edward's lengthy, fully aroused shaft to Connor. It now dangled inches from Connor's face. "What do you think, boy? Would you rather watch your sister eat out Gren's ass or maybe you would like a nice, impressive cock to suck?" Connor gasped as Vanik unfastened and yanked out the ball gag. "No. Please no," he croaked. "Hmm. In that case..." Vanik grasped Edward's cock and began to guide it toward Connor's face. Connor tried to jerk away, but Vanik slapped him. "For every time you struggle I'm going to rape your sister's tight ass. You hear me?" Connor slumped at that moment, resigned to his fate. But luck intervened. "Vanik, bring Edward over here. You two can fuck Gracie and Kaela while I play with Connor." Sabrina's tone would allow no argument. With a sigh Vanik did as his Mistress bid. He positioned his growing shaft behind Gracie's pouting pink pussy lips. At the same time Edward awkwardly laid down so that Kaela could awkwardly straddle him. Both the slave-girl and the male slave still had their wrists bound behind their backs, but that didn't seem to slow them down as Kaela began grinding her hips on him, wiggling her pussy on his cock as she moaned with Gren's penis still halfway down her throat. Sabrina grabbed Connor by the head and thrust the shock-wand at his chest, jolting him as he writhed and wailed. "What do you think, boy? Are you enjoying my little show? Look, your sister's about to discover a cock even more impressive than yours!" As the Latina dominatrix said those words, Vanik's oil-lubricated cock slammed forward, but not into Gracie's pussy. He thrust himself directly into her star-shaped hole. Gracie screamed, the sound muffled with her face in Gren's ass, even as her own ass was violently invaded by a thick, hard shaft. Her entire body trembled now as Vanik began a steady series of thrusts, his cock gently but firmly plowing forward into her tight and tender hole. "Stop this! This is sick!" Connor begged. "OOohh, poor little boy can't handle watching his sister get raped in the ass. Too bad." Sabrina straddled Connor's drug-enhanced, painfully erect cock and shoved her cunt down to grip him to the hilt. She bounced her naked body up and down, her breasts flopping sensuously as they fucked. "Now...we'll give you a better view so you don't have to dwell on big sis's discomfort," Sabrina said with a cruel grin. Connor's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he moaned, his cock shooting forth strands of cum into Sabrina's pussy. The young man's cock stayed hard even after he finished spewing his latest load. The drugs in Connor's system were making his cock artificially rock-hard, and there was nothing the stricken captive could do about it. The whole length of his penis felt hyper-sensitive now, and he could only bite his lip and moan each time Sabrina suctioned his shaft up inside her fully aroused loins. Sabrina continued to hump his shaft, leaning forward so that her breasts were tantalizingly close to his mouth. "Mmm. Lick your Mistress's nipples, slave. Do it and I might be inclined to tell Vanik over there to take his cock out of your sister's ass." "You-you're sick. You're an abomination," Connor groaned. But he obeyed, tenderly laving both of Sabrina's breasts with his tongue. Then he did something unthinkable. He tenderly suckled on each breast, gently stimulating her as he thrust his crotch upward to aid in her impaling fucks. "OOohhh. I see I did get you in the mood, boy. That's good. You're learning," Sabrina purred. Connor had decided to be cooperative. Why he was choosing to be that way didn't much matter to Sabrina, at least for now. She expected and demanded total obedience, and she would get it, one way or another. "Aaaahhh...oohhh...Mmm...mmmmhmm. I never tire of riding your cock, boy. You disappear inside me so good...Mmm," she crooned. Sabrina looked back, barking a single order. "Okay, switch you two!" Gren did an about-face so that now Kaela was flicking her tongue in his ass and Gracie opened her mouth to receive the glistening length of his manhood. The obscene scene in the dungeon room could not have been more depraved. A lithesome blonde girl, her ass fucked from behind as she valiantly sucked the male slave in front of her. On the other side a raven-haired Kaela frantically humped on Edward's cock, her muffled moan deepening as she gushed on that cock in the throes of orgasm, even as her tongue flicked caresses inside Gren's puckered anus. "Aaahhhhh...uhhh..." Vanik groaned, gesturing toward Kaela as she continued to grind atop Edward's lap. "The bitch just came without permission, Mistress. We should punish her later." Sabrina looked behind her, disappointed that Kaela could not even properly ask for permission to orgasm. She thought the stupid girl had progressed in her training at least that far. "Uuoohhh..." Sabrina tried to think, but it was hard to concentrate with Connor's cock grazing against the inner walls of her pussy just so, and with his tongue tenderly laving her exquisitely sensitive nipples. "Very well. I'll have the bitch whipped later," she groaned, diving once more into the world of delirium that was her burgeoning desire, her loins fueled by the constant friction of Connor's cock inside her. She moaned, reaching down to rub furiously at her clitoris. BANG, like a sudden shot, she went over the edge, wiggling her sexy buttocks as her pussy coated Connor in her fluids. Her aching breasts jiggled as she writhed on Connor's cock, drawing out the orgasm as long as she could, until she sagged exhausted against Connor's chest, with her jelly-like legs hardly able to support her. "UUuhhh...your cock is such a fun toy to play with, slave. Mmm! - and it's all mine." Sabrina flaunted her breasts in Connor's face as he suckled harder on them with a plaintive groan, her pussy still encasing his penis and grinding on his helpless lap. It was at this exact moment, however, that the entire nightmare came to a very abrupt end. "FBI! Freeze!" Uniformed agents burst into the dungeon cell with weapons drawn. Blazing lights blinded Sabrina as she frantically stumbled off of Connor's lap. "No!" she screamed, but the dominatrix had no time to flee. No time to even grab a weapon. A man tackled her, squeezing her breasts painfully into the cold concrete as he put a hand on her head and barked at her to stay down and put her hands behind her back. Playthings of the Mistress Ch. 03 Vanik pulled his cock from Gracie's anus and lunged for the cattle prod. He never made it. A shot rang out, and the despicable henchman died for his pains. Meanwhile Edward grunted, his cum blasting upward, filling Kaela's snatch as the girl sagged with relief that she was being rescued. She was recently pregnant though, and that thought ate away at the back of her mind. Connor was almost crying tears of joy as two uniformed agents squatted near Gracie and told her everything would be okay. They bustled her into a blanket, draping it over her nakedness for the sake of decency and modesty. Soon two more uniformed agents were helping Connor get free of his restraints. He was babbling incoherently in gratitude as the men handed him a blue blanket to cover himself. "You're all right. I'm Agent Mendoza. What's your name?" "Connor." He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe that Sabrina was naked on the floor, an agent roughly cuffing her hands behind her back. The man cuffing her had some choice words for her too. "You're done, you evil bitch. You're going away to a very different type of 'dungeon,'" the FBI agent warned. "You're about to reap exactly what you deserve," he finished with a dark chuckle, and Connor momentarily wondered what that might have meant. Yet the immediacy of the moment soon brought his attention to what mattered. His sister Gracie flew into his arms, hugging him so fiercely that their blankets drifted to the floor. Naked, her breasts pressed into his chest, Connor had the presence of mind to blush, red-cheeked, at his older sister's display of affection with both of them in their birthday suits. To be alive, though, and no longer the sexual playthings of that depraved woman, that was more than he had hoped for. So he hugged Gracie right back. "We're all right, Gracie. I love you Sis." Sniffling back tears she said the one thing that mattered. "I love you too." Somehow, they would have to get over the shame of what had happened and acknowledge their secret desires. But that time was not now. Now they were okay, and more importantly, they had a future. THE END ******* I hope you enjoyed the story. This story might have ended differently except for feedback from a certain reader (so a thank-you to that person for their comments and ideas!) Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better! Playthings of the Mistress "Mmm. Thank you again Mistress." Sabrina didn't reply. She clapped her hands and Cassie briskly rose and left the room without delay, cum trailing down her inner thighs. When the slave girl had left, Sabrina removed the cock ring and laid her nubile body across Connor's prone nakedness. He felt her heat brush across every inch of him, especially the heat between her thighs as it rubbed back and forth across his spent manhood. His manhood twitched, aroused even now, and he bit back a strangled groaned. "So? Have you anything to say? How was it, slave? Did you enjoy yourself, even a little?" To Connor's eternal shame, the answer was yes. A resounding yes. He slowly shook his head, though, burrowing deeply toward the safety of denial. "I...it was an incredible orgasm, yes. But it's not real. You...you made me!" he raged. "I will not be your willing slave. Let me go." The beautiful girl's face softened, but with disappointment rather than tenderness. She rose up and strode back to her Wall of Toys, taking down a long, thick strap-on dildo which was shiny and black. When she turned back to him, his eyes were wide and seemed ready to pop out of his skull. "Wait. What are you doing?!" "I warned you, slave. This would have been so much easier if you had just surrendered." Sabrina proceeded to fasten the strap-on tightly around her waist. Then she lubed up the shaft with the same strawberry-scented fluid. She knelt between Connor's legs. Connor could see her eyes focusing on the tiny, wrinkled opening of his ass. "No! Please, not that. Oh god, stop!" She began to position the head at the entry to his anus. Her hands stroked his inner thighs as she gave him a pointed look. Connor begged again. "No, please, what do you want?! I'll do anything you want. Just tell me." The big-breasted dominatrix gently caressed his balls, lifting them up to reveal his prone anus. "I've already told you what I want, slave. I want you to surrender to me. To admit that you are my slave. To admit that the pleasure of the last two orgasms I have given you are precious things...and that you crave more just like them. THAT is what I want for starters, Slave Connor." Closing his eyes, Connor fought back the crush of shame before admitting the truth. The primal part of him felt sated, content right now. Part of him didn't fear the idea of being a sex slave. In fact, he felt a foreign sensation slip through him. Excitement. "I...Yes. It was amazing." "Call me Mistress," she insisted. Her hand was at it again, pumping his cock back toward arousal. She had a way with those delicate, graceful fingers, and soon, despite the odds, Connor was firm again. He could feel how spent he was even now, his cock almost painful in its tenuously rigid state. He sighed as she slowly straddled him, her pink pussy poised above his cock. "So, slave. What will it be? Do you surrender?" If it was a choice between having his anus deflowered or letting her use his cock like a personal sex-toy, the answer was a no-brainer, and Connor knew it. "I...I surrender Mistress. I am...I am yours." He sighed, resigned to what might come as Sabrina unfastened the strap-on dildo, tossing it to the far edge of the room. She gently slid her snug, wet sheath to encase his manhood like a heavenly glove, and Connor's moan of surrender escaped between his reluctant lips. The curvaceous dominatrix slid up and down, purring as her pussy repeatedly enveloped his manhood. She reached back with one hand, gently stroking his testicles. "Mmm...You see, slave? Surrender is not so bad, is it?" Connor groaned plaintively as he watched Sabrina dominate him with her cunt, slurping up his cock between her folds with a demanding rhythm. "Speak, slave." "Yes Mistress. You feel so good around my...around my cock," he admitted. The lithesome, big-breasted woman now fondled her own tits as she rode him, moaning as she looked down at his face. "And did your last girlfriend do this?" Abruptly, Sabrina gyrated on his cock, sending a delirious spasm of sensation through his loins. The naked Latina was flexible, Connor had to give her that. Her one hand slipped backward again, continuing to gently massage his testicles. "Come for me, baby. Third time's the charm." Her commanding eyes held him enthralled as she bounded on his lap, squeezing her cunt muscles mercilessly around his shaft. Finally a desperate cry rose from his throat, his cock spewing its modest load of jism. Sabrina sighed, rocking back and forth until Connor had spent every last drop from his exhausted loins. ********** TWENTY FOUR HOURS LATER... Sabrina awoke on the plush silk cushions in her underground master bedroom, yawning before she rose, stretching her neck and stepping into the scalding, caressing heat of the shower. She was efficient, soaping up and washing in minutes, toweling herself off and blow-drying her hair as she looked at her naked body in the mirror. Yes, it was time for the next part of breaking Connor in. The poor boy had no idea what was about to transpire. This was going to be something to savor. Mistress Sabrina hadn't told him the awful truth yet. Oh yes...seeing Connor's reaction would be priceless. Sabrina opened the door to Connor's cell. He was no longer spread-eagled, and Slave Cassie had brought him some food and drink. Connor's wrists were cuffed in front of him and his right ankle was chained to the wall. "I trust you slept well and enjoyed your breakfast?" It had been a day since Sabrina's initial training session with him. He glowered at her. "Yes Mistress. Why are you here?" He practically spat the words, making it no mystery that his defiant spirit hadn't die - at least not yet. Sabrina's musical laugh graced the room. "I came to check on my favorite slave and show you something. Something that will be of very keen interest to you." The sexy Latina took the remote which sat near the Wall of Toys - all far out of Connor's reach. She flipped on the monitor and gestured toward the screen. Reluctantly he swiveled his attention to it even as Sabrina enabled the speakers. The screen showed an enclosure with three men, a muscular black, a burly Hispanic, and a tall man of Nordic stock. All three were naked and surprisingly free of all restraints. "You see those male slaves? I'd like you to meet Drey, Jose, and Olaf. They have been in my dungeon for the longest time, and I have honed their need for lust to a fine edge. I starve them of women, never visiting them myself. They get food, water, and little else...until." She paused for effect, and Connor glared at her. She waited for him to bite, but when he didn't she merely shrugged. "Until I put a new slave girl in their midst. They have permission to do with her whatever they please, with a crate of some of my favorite sex toys to entertain them." Sabrina grinned as she saw the suspicious look slide over his expression. He was wondering where exactly she was going with this...Good, she had his attention. Next the big-breasted Mistress spoke over the sound system. "OK, Cassie, drop her into the pit." A trap door opened onto a cushioned section of the flooring in the wide circular enclosure, and suddenly a naked woman landed in a heap on the rubber matting. She scrambled to her feet, her wild eyes darting everywhere. That was when Connor recognized her. His eyes bulged and his arms stiffened. "You bitch! That's my sister!" Sabrina chuckled. "Yes. Very perceptive. She came looking for you, asking too many annoying questions. Look at her. Beautiful, innocent-looking Gracie. Mmm. And what a body she has, with the same excellent genes as her little brother." The lithesome Gracie had a smooth belly, slim shoulders, lean hips, and a pretty face with high cheekbones and a small, delicate nose. The blonde girl's grey eyes were now stormy with fear. She backed away and put her hands out as the three men approached. "Get away from me! Don't touch me!" Two men held her still and opened her legs while the third - Jose - knelt between them and began to flick his tongue between her sensitive labia. He plundered her sex, darting his tongue between those folds as if slurping on the richest honey. His hands grasped her hips, helping to hold her still while his tongue dove deeper and deeper, grazing against her insides. "Stop! Please!" But the girl's cunt was already moistening, and the other two men were holding her arms tightly, preventing her from doing more than squirm. Connor lunged at Sabrina, the chain attaching to his ankle all that kept him from tackling her. "Stop this. Let her go." Sabrina crossed her arms and looked placidly at the monitor. Jose was still licking fervently, suckling on Gracie's joy nub. The blonde's head thrashed as she begged him to stop...but her body begged louder to keep going. The muscle-ripped black man stepped behind Gracie and continued holding her while Olaf fetched a pair of handcuffs. Before Gracie knew what was happening her wrists were edged in the cruel, rigid cuffs behind her shapely bottom. Drey held her tightly now, his giant hands cupping her tits even as Jose continued to suck noisily at the opening between her thighs. "Please...you don't have to rape me..." Gracie moaned. Drey's hands slipped below her buoyant breasts, cupping the undersides of each. The lowering of his hands revealed two pert nipples, erect and fully aroused. Gracie's body squirmed more urgently as Jose's hands clenched on her thighs. His licking tempo plateaued, a furious barrage as he suddenly nipped gently on her clit. Abruptly he thrust a finger into her pussy, his teeth still pressing gently but firmly around her clitoris. Gracie's moans deepened. She thrashed desperately as Drey held her fast. "Stop squirming, slut. Relax and enjoy what you can." Olaf stood there pumping his now-erect cock. It had to be over 8 inches, and thicker than anything Connor would have imagined. "Hurry up, Jose. I want to fuck this bitch," Olaf muttered. The sounds of Jose's cunt-licking reached a crescendo. Gracie's cries turned to a tenor of pleasure mingling with the former protests. A plaintive moan became a lust-tainted moan as her loins continued to heat under Jose's assault. "Aahhhhh...you're dripping, whore." Jose nibbled on her clit, sucking as his finger plunged upward again. "Come for Papa." Connor watched, devastated and disgusted as his sister came hard in Jose's face. Her juices splashed onto her captor's tongue as she shuddered in her other captor's arms. Drey held her in his iron grip until the last spasms of her slender body subsided. Jose licked his chops, savoring her pussy's taste. He whispered in her ear. "Not bad, slut. We knew you'd be a little cock-tease just waiting for some big, nasty men to fill you up. Now you're in our world, bitch...and that means we get to have fun until we exhaust every delicious inch of your beautiful mouth, ass, cunt, and tits...and everywhere in between." As he said these words the dazed girl struggled again, but the three men easily restrained her, like putty in their hands. Olaf motioned to Jose and Drey. "Take her to the bed." There was a steel slab, almost like a surgical platform. Drab and cruel-looking. They laid her on it face-up and spread her legs, tying her ankles to the corner posts at one end. The handcuffs dug painfully into her wrists and back. The side of the platform had a winch, and they turned it until the whole platform shifted to a downward angle, allowing for perfect access to her sex so that a man could stand and penetrate her. "Excellent, that's good enough." Olaf held up a hand. His raging hard-on was a vein-covered cock almost nine inches elongated, its girth almost as frightening. He threw a look at Drey, and it was as if the two were silently swapping thoughts. "You want to adorn our little hottie? Give her some jewelry to make her sparkle?" Olaf asked. Drey smirked. "Don't mind if I do." "Stop, wait! What are you doing? Please don't fuck me," Gracie wailed. She wailed much louder when Drey approached with a sanitized needle and two nipple studs. "SSSHHH, sweetie. This won't hurt too bad...just a few seconds of pain and then it's all over," he said reassuringly. Jose stuffed a red ball-gag in the girl's mouth and fastened it tightly. "NNNN!! PLS!!" Gracie squealed as the black man expertly pierced her nipples, quickly wiping up the traces of blood and affixing one metallic nipple stud, then the other. Soon the two nipples were erect with twin golden studs gleaming under the dungeon lights. Gracie groaned, her breathing ragged from all her screaming. The three men admired their sexy plaything for a few seconds before Olaf nodded. "I think she's ready to receive the fuck of a lifetime, Champ. Have at her," Drey said, slapping Olaf on the back. As Olaf approached the sexy, gagged blonde, Gracie could only squirm against the steel platform. "Take out the gag." Drey popped it out and Gracie jabbered a string of pleas. "Don't...please oh god don't fuck me. Not my pussy. Please NO!" She squirmed some more. Drey held her shoulders flush against the angled platform as Olaf positioned his enormous cock head between her cunt lips. He teased her clit by stroking the tip of his cock up and down her slit. Then he slowly urged his manhood into her pussy, inch by agonizing inch, as the blonde girl moaned. "Pleeeaaasee! Ooooohhhh god." Gracie's body stiffened as she felt his invasion. It was total, thick as a baseball bat it seemed, and she was so damn tight. She clenched her pussy around his cock as he swept slowly all the way to the hilt. Then he stopped, relishing in the feel of her very snug fit. "Damn, bitch. You're even better than the last sex-toy we played with. Mmm...my brothers, you are going to love dipping your cocks in this little honey-hole." With that Olaf began thrusting, powerful, pulverizing fucks that left Gracie breathless. What began as a pummeling, pussy-pounding attack soon reached an even more violent rhythm. Gracie was moaning loudly now, her studded nipples hard as thumb tacks. She was groaning non-stop as the man's cock plowed through her tight womanhood, violating her to the core. "UUuhhh! Damn, look at her. She's starting to like it," Olaf observed. Sure enough, as Olaf continued to lance his cock deep between her pussy lips, Gracie's moans soared higher...and higher still. Her jaw hung slack and her eyes lapsed into a daze as the big blonde captor continued to thrust his manhood between her legs, a furious blur of penetrations as his scrotum slapped between her legs. "AahhAhhh...stooopp!" Gracie moaned. "Nooo..." "You like it, bitch. Tell us, have you ever been fucked by a bigger cock?" Jose growled. Jose muffled Gracie's moans with a brutal kiss, then locked his hand around her neck. "Start talking, girl. Tell me how his cock feels, that long spear of flesh so deep inside that narrow little pussy." "AAaahhhh...ooohhh god...it's so..." Gracie bit her lip, the moan escaping anyway. Secretly she thought, 'Damn these evil bastards. Damn this Olaf...he's a monster. A brute. A..." But her thoughts trailed away, drowning in lust as her sex coated his cock with moistness. She was creaming up, getting off on the sheer masculine dominance as he fucked her without mercy. This fulfilled some deep inner-fantasy she'd masturbated to before but never acknowledged as fully real. She wiggled her butt, pushing her hips down just a little to meet each of his angry fucks. Soon her moans joined the grunts of her captor, and the two made a twisted symphony of sexual bliss in the dungeon. Connor watched all of it, dumbfounded and disgusted...his sister letting these men have her without any more struggle or defiance. Sabrina looked intently at the emotions playing on his face as his sister's arousal intensified. "Tell me, bitch, what do you want?" Olaf growled. Gracie shoved her cunt down to receive a full penetration, gasping as he filled her again. "Your cock, damn you. I want your cock," she hissed. "Give it to me. Is that all you can do? Fuck me HARDER, you little prick." Olaf seemed to enjoy the challenge. He took her by the shoulders to hold her especially still, plunging his shaft between her sex lips with a punishing rhythm. The loud smacking sounds of their coupling filled the room, and Gracie's mind swam as the assault of stimuli ricocheted from her pussy to her aching, violated breasts and through her limbs. Soon she was moaning and shouting at the top of her lungs. "Fuck me, you bastard! Stretch my pussy!" Her lust-filled moans stopped only with the occasional plea to be fucked harder, deeper, faster, as Olaf began to pump his cock inside her like a machine in turbo mode. Then it came - the sudden eruption of an orgasm flying through the Nordic slave. His testicles tightened, his cock twitching as he plunged deep between her legs, holding fast as he emptied himself inside her raw-rubbed snatch. "AaaaahhH! Take it, whore." Gracie kept thrusting her crotch downward, not yet achieving her own orgasm. Her disappointment was audible as Olaf yanked his cock out of her. Cum dribbled in a gooey stream from her ruined sex, sliding down the platform. "Geez, man. You were saving up that load for a while there," Drey chuckled. "My turn." He stepped between the slender blonde's legs, thrusting his cock into her cum-soaked sheath before she could even recover from the last coitus. Gracie's body clenched around this new cock, her senses never more alive. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' she thought. Why was she feeling as horny as a teenage nymphomaniac? Something didn't feel right. Her body felt so hot, like a sun was burning her from the inside out. ********** Connor looked back at Sabrina, hatred in his eyes. "So you see," Sabrina finished, "the aphro-drugs we used on your sister are quite effective. They've turned her into a sex-crazed little slut. Touching, isn't it? Too bad I haven't perfected a male version of the drug cocktail. Not yet, anyway." The lushly curved Latina sauntered to a point barely out of range of Connor's chains. "Of course, drugs can't replace the traditional fun of properly training a sex slave, and I DO so enjoy it." She smiled. The sounds of Gracie's aroused cries, Drey's cock pummeling her pussy, made Connor grit his teeth. "I'd hurry up and make a decision, slave. Are you going to eagerly obey me or not? I could leave sexy fuck-toy Gracie in the pit with those men for days. How long would she last, do you think? How long would it take for them to rub that delicate pussy of hers raw and maul those sensitive tits of hers into oblivion? You've already seen their penchant for jewelry," she added with a cruel smirk. Connor was about to snarl at her, but he held it back. He knelt down and looked at his Mistress and said, forcing his voice calm and his face impassive, "What would my Mistress desire? I am here to please you, Mistress. That is all." He didn't know what her game was. She was crazy. A sex-loving sadist. There was no predicting what was in that unhinged mind of hers. But he would play along...for now. He would do whatever he had to do to protect his big sister. Sabrina looked at him long and hard before saying the one thing Connor wasn't prepared for. "I want you to fuck your sister." END ********** I hope you enjoyed the story. I'll be looking for suggestions for a sequel...so if you have an idea, leave a comment and I promise to seriously consider it. Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better! Playthings of the Mistress ~GaggedKitty