add pics bro, without it no feeling in story"Now, you prissy Bitch. Welcome back to school. This is your personal Hell week."
Of course she couldn't hear me. She was still drugged. She wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning, and would remember little. I had some time yet to gloat and revel in the anticipation of what was to come. My revenge, yes, but more than that. I looked down at the naked body of my teacher's assistant. She had been making my life miserable for several months. But the grade she gave me was the last straw. I begged her to change my grade just from a C+ to a B-. One lousy point was the difference in making the 3.5 GPA to qualify for a status grad school but she wouldn't budge. I tried going over her head to the Prof but he said it was her call. I was screwed... maybe.
Her name was Shriya Saran, like the actress but her students just called her Miss Shriya. It was almost like she had a split personality. To the Dean and anyone in power she was professional, polite and a hard worker. She was also drop dead gorgeous and she knew it. Yes I lusted after her. Lots of men and women did. Though she dressed much more conservatively than me and most of her other female students, it just made men and women drool to see more. She was a Indian with the exotic beauty. She was what many men and women fantasize about until they saw her dark side or rather her mean streak. To people that she had power over, she could be pure evil. Well, maybe not evil but a royal pain in the ass.
SUNDAY 6 a.m.
My reverie was interrupted when I heard her moan in her sedated sleep. I had stripped her naked after tossing her on the cot. She had a delicious looking body for sure and a beautiful face but this was the first time I had seen her like this. I felt I was just as pretty, but she was more petite and perhaps more feminine. And her pussy was as hairless as the day she was born. I knew it, she was a slut at heart. Shaved her pretty cunt daily.
I am taller and more athletic, which intimidated some men, but that didn't matter to me. Their loss. Many women appreciate my looks and my dominant streak. Miss Shriya, soon to be slut Shriya, was in for quite a ride. Besides being alone and naked, I wanted her to wake up with a hint of what was in store for her. A shiny steel collar that she could not remove would catch her attention. It actually looked very hot against her slender throat, and a stark contrast to her nakedness. She also wore a sirik made of elegant yet unbreakable silver chain. The perfect ensemble for a slave in training.
I couldn't resist running my hand over the smoothness of her perfect breast, then digging my thumbnail hard into her nipple. The pain must have penetrated her subconscious because she moaned audibly. I wondered if I had provoked or altered an erotic dream. I raked my nails down her stomach while thinking to myself, why not give her a good dream. What a shock it would be to wake from a wet dream to a real nightmare. I could see her erect clit now and pinched it hard. She moaned louder. A trickle of fluid escaped her juicing fuck hole. I also realized the situation was giving me wicked ideas for the week ahead. I thought to myself, if only she hadn't been such a bitch. I would have enjoyed seducing her though I had no idea if she was bi at all. It didn't matter now though, because my goal was far different. I would not only have my revenge and my grade change, I would break her of that attitude and have my own little slut.
I rubbed my fingers up her slit, and found it completely soaked with her juices. I raised my hand to savor her scent and taste. She was probably having a slutty dream. I had seen her out alone trolling the bars where she thought that no one she knew would recognize her. Far from the sexy, chic, but somewhat conservative, clothes she wore for her job, she dressed almost whorish. But after watching her accept drinks from several men, and dancing to attract attention and hard-ons, she would go home alone leaving them all with blue balls. I realized then that she was worse than a whore, she was a tease. She got off on the power. It was only a matter of time till someone forcibly changed that behavior. I had enough psych courses and been around the D/s scene long enough to know that subconsciously, that is exactly what she wanted and needed. Well, her time was about up and I would see to it she learned exactly what she was. Just a little slut with three holes to fuck. Nothing more.
I began to slide two fingers into her. I might even give her an orgasm in her sleep, I thought. It would be the last purely pleasant one she would get for a while. When my fingers hit resistance, I was shocked at first but a smile crossed my face (read that as a very evil grin). That explained a lot and probably why her boyfriend dumped her. He was tired of waiting for her to come out. But I was thinking that she was probably just as frustrated with him and that's why she was always a bitch to everyone. It was all becoming clear to me now. I had learned a lot about submissive women when I made friends with the couple that owned a fetish club. The same club I was sitting in right now and where Shriya would spend the whole week. They told me that some women were truly submissive and didn't know it. They teased and pushed men until they finally found one that would see through the façade and take what they wanted. It's a dangerous game. Finding a dominant that would understand her needs would be ideal. The chances of her being brutally raped or worse were more likely. She was probably frustrated with her boyfriend because he was waiting and not bending her over a desk and fucking her brains out. Most men are clueless about these types of women, who are driven to find a master or mistress even when they don't know what they are seeking or why.
I thought to myself that I might, in some perverse way, be doing her a favor. By week's end she would know. In this case she would learn to be a slut for several men and women and perhaps a total slave to me. Mistress Namritha does have a nice ring to it.
I rolled her clit around with my fingers. Even in her sleep I could tell she was close to orgasm. I brought her to the brink twice but stopped. I decided to put her own hand on her dripping cunt. Maybe she would masturbate in her sleep and cum. Maybe not and she would be left unsatisfied. I didn't care which.
It was time for me to go. As I grabbed her pile of clothes and was about to step through the door I could hear her moans and whimpers. "Slut" I thought to myself and I bolted the door behind me.
As I walked down a long corridor to check out the dungeon, I thought about how doubly lucky I had been. My first break was to overhear her talking to her friend about meeting in Miami to take a Caribbean cruise. My second stroke of luck was when I was in her office pleading about my grade. I saw her ticket on her desk and saw it was for two weeks, not one. I saw she was going to Miami a week early and I immediately thought I knew the reason. Being that far from home where no one would know her, she would no doubt go to South Beach where she could go wild. Then I remembered her usual game. Drink, tease, and leave a wake of horny, unsatisfied men. As I left her office, I was furious about my grade and barely under my breath I said to myself, "I hope you get raped in Miami". That's when the idea hit me, and I had plenty of time to plan a week for her she would never forget.
I got to Miami ahead of her, taking the Friday night red eye, while she was booked on an early Saturday flight, and staked out her hotel. She was oblivious to everything as she headed for her first night club, so it was easy to follow her unnoticed. It was also easy to send her an anonymous drug laced drink. As soon as I could tell she was out of it, I swooped in, talking to her like a friend so everyone could hear as I half carried her out of the club. Dumping her in the car and then bringing her to this place was a cinch.
Sometimes it does pay to be an athletic woman. I had no trouble carrying her limp form. My family was from the Philippines. We were strong stock and I kept in shape with sports. Academics was a bit more challenging but I did ok, except for this one crucial fucking class that I let slide. If my plan went well though, that would be taken care of and a lot more.
SUNDAY 9 a.m.
I blinked my eyes, awaking from a deep sleep. The sleep had snippets of memory, of discomfort and sexual bliss, of fright and delight. It made no sense.
'Where am I?' was my first thought. I turned my head to the side and looked around the room. I recognized nothing. Spartan. Tiled floor without rugs. Basic furniture, built in cupboards, a toilet area. A single door. One by one, still in a fog, I took inventory of the surroundings.
I tried to stretch, but was unable to fully do so. I heard the rattle of metal on metal. Nothing was making sense. When I moved my arm, there was some restriction, and I felt a tug all the way down my leg, to my ankle. My head was quickly clearing, mystified by the messages my brain was getting.
I held up my wrist and a leather bracelet with rings was revealed! A light chain was connected to a ring on the bracelet, and when I raised my wrist higher, I realized the chain was linked to my other wrist restraint, and also to leather ankle cuffs, and to something around my neck! The chain was just long enough for me to finger a metal collar.
And then I realized I was naked! And there were no sheets to cover myself. I was naked, alone, chained, and I had no idea what had happened. I tried to rise from the bed, but the chain arrangement made it difficult. I immediately felt dizzy. I fell back. I needed to pee, so I managed to stagger to the toilet to relieve myself, taking short choppy steps. The chain arrangement made it impossible to walk normally.
Everything was blurry. Someone must have removed my contact lenses.
There was no seat on the toilet, just the porcelain bowl. The rim of the toilet was chilled, and I began to shiver. A feeling of fear washed over me, and my stomach began to churn. The silver chains were so delicate, so light in weight, but they were certainly strong, and my attempts to tug and break them were totally unsuccessful.
There was no toilet paper, so I rose, shuffled unsteadily to the sink, and looked in the mirror. A steel collar locked around my throat. I tried to reach it, to release my chains of bondage, to no avail. I twisted my head, trying to see how it was locked on my neck. In desperation, I tried to use both hands, struggling and fighting my bondage. I jerked and pulled at the chains, fear overwhelming me, frantic, and turning back to the toilet, stumbling, falling to my knees, I stretched out and vomited violently into the bowl.
As I worshipped the porcelain god, I wracked my brain for more snippets of memory. I had flown to Miami for a week of fun in the sun. Right. A week no one knew about. I planned to meet Ashley, a girlfriend from high school, at the end of that week, for a cruise around the Caribbean. Yes, that was correct. I blinked my eyes, staring into the puke-filled bowl. Why oh why did I come a week early? Just to indulge my fantasies? How long have I been asleep? Has a week already passed? No one knows I am here. No one.
My attempt to piece together this puzzle was interrupted. "I see you are awake, slave. Stay on your knees and move away from the toilet." The voice reverberated from the walls, apparently coming from a small speaker somewhere in the corner. I turned from my kneeling position and tried to make out the source of the sound, but my vision was not good without my contacts. Male. No one I recognized.
"Who are you and why am I here?" I responded with an air of confidence that I certainly did not feel.
"One more time and then you will be punished for disobedience. Crawl, slave, and move away from the toilet."
"No, I..." The pain that throttled my neck was worse than anything I had ever felt. The collar sent a spear of electrical current that threw me to the floor, writhing, thrashing in my chains. It only lasted for a second or two, but it was enough for me to know that I had to obey. I lay stunned.
"You were warned, slave. Crawl to the center of the room."
I managed to get on all fours, and shuffled to the center of the room.
"Face away from the door and go to a kneeling position, back straight, knees spread. When I enter the room, if you attempt to turn and see my face, if you say one word, I will double your punishment."
I maneuvered away from the door, and obeyed his command to kneel smartly. What choice did I have?
I heard the lock click and the door open, and heavy footsteps approached. I began to tremble, unable to control the fear and shock. My lower lip quivered and my eyes started to tear. I was a girl who was always in control, controlled my environment and my attitude, but for the first time, I was at the mercy of some force that I could not defeat. At least, not yet. I took a deep breath, sucked in the snot that started to drip from my nose, and decided that I would obey for the moment, but be alert for any chance to defeat my foe.
"I am going to put a blindfold over your eyes, so you cannot see me. Don't move, don't speak."
I felt the elastic bands as the blindfold shut out all light. The temptation to fight back was overwhelming. I tried to remain calm in the darkness of the blindfold, silenced by the shock collar.
"Spread your knees wider apart, as far apart as the chains will allow, slave." I obeyed, feeling more vulnerable. "Back straighter. Thrust out your pitiful breasts. Lower your gaze. You may not look up without permission."
'Pitiful breasts!' I thought. So not true!
"This is the position you will take when you hear the word 'nadu'."
'Nadu?' What kind of word was that?
"Do not forget this slave," and suddenly my world went black, as the collar sparked to life, knocking me unconscious.
To Be Continued
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Nice updateChapter 2
Karl and Lena, the couple that owned this place, were deep into the BDSM lifestyle. Their club was by invitation only and catered to a very select clientele. That meant, only people they completely trusted, which was necessary for special projects like this one where the "entertainment" was less than willing. They were also what you might call extreme role players, highly influenced by a series of science fiction books which espoused the philosophy of complete male dominance over women.
When she woke up this time we were all there. Karl was attired in his finest Master's apparel. Lots of black leather. When he wanted, he could really look the part. Lena and I both had steel collars locked on our necks, matching Shriya. All part of the plan. We were both dressed the part of a highly ranked slave. Dressed is the point, in comparison to Shriya. Since she had never seen me with boots, crotchless hot pants, bikini bra, and collar, I was confident she would not recognize one more masked antagonist. Besides, the way she was squinting, I doubt she could have read the top line on an eye chart.
Karl spoke in a tone that commanded attention. "Nadu." She remembered the position but she was slow to respond. "Faster next time or face the pain. Do you want that?" She shook her head no. The collar had made her a believer. She was very afraid of it now.
"Let me tell you a few things about your situation and why you are here now. Later I will give you a chance to ask questions but until then you do not have permission to speak. Do you understand?" She nodded, then again lowered her head.
"First, I am going to remove your mask." She may have experienced a brief burst of excitement thinking that at last she would see her tormentor. Her hopes would be short lived though because now there were three of us and we were all masked. The masks were minimal, but with her blurred vision they would suffice. Before her eyes even adjusted to the light, I had taken a picture of her with her own cell phone camera. Since it was silent and I was far enough away I doubt if she even noticed. Even if she did catch on, her vision was bad enough to not realize it was her own phone till the time was right.
Karl spoke again. "The reason you are here is that we have learned you are a cock tease. That transgression against men itself deserves punishment. We suspect you are a virgin as well." I could tell she wanted to protest, as she slightly shook her head back and forth. He looked at Lena and said, "Check her." Before Shriya could react, even if she wanted to, Lena grasped her hair and jerked her head backward with one hand to show control and with the other reached between her legs and inserted two fingers. Shriya offered only a slight protest, knowing the power of the collar. Lena smiled as she looked up at Karl. "You were right. She is a virgin, but she is more."
Lena straightened and turned to him, running her glistening fingers across his lips. Shriya's mouth was agape as her juices were licked away with a smacking sound by her tormentor. I could see a tear run down the face of the soon-to-be, willing slave.
"What this means little slut is that we know what you are better than you know yourself. The way you treat men is all part of a sham. The fact that you are still a virgin just proves that you have not yet found the man, the Master, that will see through your games and rip away your facade along with your clothes and your precious cherry, which by the way will soon be shredded. And you will beg for this to happen." Again she moved her head left and right in disbelief, offering the only protest she could.
"Now, slave, the sooner you understand and admit to yourself what you really are, the easier your time with us will be. Also important is how fast you can learn to please men, your Masters, or please women at your Master's bidding. Do you understand?"
She first shook her head yes, then no, then burst into tears.
Karl said to her. "I can see you are confused. I will let you ask a few questions." Her voice faltered at first, then she asked, "Why are you doing this to me?"
"That, I thought, I had made clear. To prove to you that you are nothing but a total slave who only wants to serve, and is only good for, serving men in whatever way they desire. Your mind may scream, 'NO', but the proof is right there between your legs and that widening puddle beneath your juicing cunt."
She could not deny that. Her body was betraying her. I could almost see her mind trying to come up with more questions. "What are you going to do to me? How long will I be here?" she stammered.
"Actually, that is at least partially up to you. You might be trained to be a proper slave. You would receive attitude adjustment if or when necessary. Punishment as you already know can be quick and severe. That is one option. As to how long you are here, that depends on several factors that you will learn shortly. Learning to please, serve and obey will make your life better."
Karl grabbed Lena by the ring on her collar and pulled her roughly to him. "This slave was once much like you and when she was asked if she wanted to leave, she begged to stay. Isn't that right slut?" he said to Lena. She melted into him like a second skin and practically purred the words, "Yes, Master."
"No more questions for now. I will set the collar to emit a partial charge as a reminder that you do not have permission to speak. It will automatically increase intensity with each failure to comply."
"We have guests arriving shortly, but first I need to do an assessment of your basic skills. First question is, have you ever sucked a cock before?" I could see her face redden as she shook her head yes.
"Have you had a man cum in your mouth?" Redder still as she shook her head no.
"Why am I not surprised? You will probably need a lot of training and practice. Have you ever given another woman an orgasm with your mouth, tongue, lips, or even your fingers?" Again she indicated that she had not. Karl sighed.
"Have you ever even kissed another woman?" Another no. "Then it's time for your training to begin."
Karl nodded to me this time and said, "Remove the sirik for now. I want her to have free use of her hands." In reality his reason was that he didn't want it to show for these pictures.
I removed the silver chain from her ankle and wrist cuffs and from her collar. Then I released her wrists and ankles from the cuffs. I pushed her head all the way to the floor. Karl barked and ordered, "Reach back and spread your ass. We are going to give you some inspiration." She hesitated a split second too long for him and he commanded, "NOW SLUT!" She knew what would happen next and moved quickly to comply.
"Ass higher. Good. Now lift your head so I can see your face and smile, smile like this is your first trip to the ice cream parlor. Fine. Wider smile, yes, the joys of slavery."
Flash
This was probably the most humiliating of all positions. I made sure I got a good picture. A few in fact to make sure I got every angle. When her smile waned, Karl reminded her harshly.
We rew rapped her ankles and wrists with the leather cuffs.
Lena handed me a silver vibrator type butt plug. I could see it was slightly lubricated. She clenched when she felt it against her tightest hole, but I clicked it on and pushed. Slowly but surely it finally popped in where it would stay and play with her sensitive nerve endings. A whole new experience for her I was sure. I pulled her by the hair back up to the kneeling position as Karl walked up to her.
"Take out my cock and hold it in your hands while I tell you a few rules and remember the pain from the collar." She brought his cock into view. It was impressive. The slut just stared at it with a look I could not interpret.
"First, when you are in this position and a man lifts your chin either by hand or command, you will immediately tilt your head back and open your mouth, offering it for his use. If he tells you to suck, you give him as much pleasure as you know how. If he grabs your hair and just wants to fuck your throat, you will let him. Breathing may be difficult at times but you will soon learn the art. Very important rules to avoid severe punishment are as follows. Never turn your face away to try to avoid his cock. If he cums in your mouth, you will swallow greedily, unless he orders you to hold it in your mouth. Spitting it out would be an insult and a grave error. If he pulls out of your mouth and cums on your face, keep your mouth open still. Do you understand?"
Without taking her gaze from Karl's cock which had been steadily growing in her hand while he spoke, she nodded yes. "Now show me what you can do".
For about five minutes I watched her bob her head up and down making no use of her hands other than to hold his cock in position. I thought to myself. "Teach, I might give you a D for effort but an F for technique". Karl looked bored. Finally he grabbed a fist full of her hair and slammed his cock down her throat full length. No doubt she could not breathe but she had to swallow or drown when Karl unloaded. She collapsed on the floor as he pulled away, re-sheathing his meaty sword. Lena was laughing, calling the used girl a pathetic and worthless bitch. I was smiling because I captured it all on video.
At that moment Karl's phone rang and he spoke briefly. "You need a lot of practice and the timing is perfect. Remember your rules, slave." As he went toward the door, he turned and said, "All of you, follow me. First Slave, lead the newbie on leash".
Lena clipped a leash to her collar, calmly reminded her to stay on all fours, and then sharply, "Do NOT lose your ass plug, you fucking little cunt," as she led her through the door.
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We entered a room that looked like it could entertain dignitaries, in sharp contrast to the room in which I had awakened. There were plush, purple chairs, lovely wooden desks and tables, and I was being led in on a leash. There were at least three other men in the room, watching our procession. They were all masked. I was the only one without a mask, the only one that could be identified.
"Nadu," he commanded. He. The man in leather. The leader it seemed.
I reacted quickly, and was surprised when the other two females also assumed the position in the middle of the floor.
He commanded, "Second Slave, you know your task." She jumped up and moved out of sight. "First Slave, prepare the new slave, known as Shriya in her previous life. These fine gentlemen wish to examine the merchandise."
"Yes, Master."
She rose and tugged on my leash. I was trying to put this all together. The words were strange to me; I was simply obeying, not active in making any decision. I had to obey. 'Previous life.' 'Examine the merchandise.' These must refer to me!
"Up, slave!" she who led me commanded. "Hands to your side. Make no attempt to cover your assets." I rose, hoping I had understood her correctly, and she led me directly past three men sitting in the chairs, and over to an alcove to the side of the room. I tried to check out the men from the corner of my eyes. I was paraded naked and leashed only a few feet from their chairs. I noticed their shoes.
When we arrived at the alcove, she unhooked the leash. For a brief moment, I considered making a run for it. The chains connecting the bondage rings had been removed. I was in good shape. This might be my only chance.
And instantly decided that was senseless. How could I get past everyone? I had no idea where I was. I was naked, and that damn collar could be activated in a moment. "Raise your hands above your head, slave." I obeyed. I was hating that word, 'slave.' I was no one's slave. I was a grad student, who made a mistake.
I heard clicks and, looking up, realized that my wrists had been clipped to chains that had been lowered from the wooden rafters. "Spread your legs. Wider," she said sharply, and my ankles were clipped to rings that had been lifted from recessed positions in the floor. I made some groaning noises, which caused the collar to send a vibrating, not entirely pleasant, reminder through my neck.
The chains attached to my wrists began to rise, higher and higher. I looked frantically, left and right. My lips made the word, NO, and again I tried to protest without earning a shock. I made a gurgling sound that made First Slave laugh, unpleasantly. Soon I was standing on my toes, stretched tight.
From behind, "Open your mouth." It was the voice of the Second Slave, and one look at the First Slave before me told me to obey. When I did, a metal contraption, which I later learned was called a spider gag, was inserted and my jaws were painfully spread. I gave a guttural sound, and again the collar reminded me to be still. Each time the shock was a little more powerful. It was a smart collar, increasing in strength every time I made a sound.
"Gentlemen, please." He stood just to the side of my taut body. I could twist my head slightly, but could only slightly wriggle other parts of my stressed body.
I heard the men rise from the chairs and they moved before me. I stared and hoped one would have compassion, but I could see nothing in their masked faces.
Their stark contrast to each other was remarkable. A medium height, but stocky Hispanic, a rather tall and slimmer Arab in a kaftan, and a huge black man, probably African rather than American, judging by his clothes of many colors.
Flash. A camera flash went off and to the side, I saw Second Slave take a picture of me. 'No,' I shook my head! I did not want anyone to ever see this.
Flash
"May I," offered the Hispanic with a thick accent, breaking the spell of the camera flashes.
"Of course," he who ruled the room responded.
My eyes darted back and forth, as the Hispanic entered my personal space. He captured my gaze; I could not break his stare. And then suddenly I screeched, "noooooooooooo," through my gag, immediately triggering the collar to respond, a silent scream of anguish rushing past my gagged mouth. He had grasped my crotch, gripping it tightly in his fist, a smile on his lips, his nostrils flaring. "Muy bueno," he smiled, with tobacco stained teeth. He sunk his fingers into my pussy!
He held his dripping fingers before my face. "Stick out your tongue, slave," he demanded. I just stared. "Stick out your tongue or I will reach in and rip it out," he hissed. I obeyed and he wiped his fingers with my juices on my tongue, lips, and the metal of the gag. I just hung there, tongue extending from my mouth, humiliated, looking like a mindless fool. He laughed unpleasantly.
He ran his hands down my flank. He reached to my face, brushing my hair to the side. "Her ears are not pierced," he observed. "Hnghh," he was not pleased.
He let my hair go, and stepped back. "Just typical slave meat," he commented, as he stepped to the side. The Arab approached.
"I think you underestimate, my friend. Hardly typical." He smiled pleasantly at me, not yet in my personal space. As quietly as possible, I intoned, "eeeezeee," begging for mercy. He would show me none. He reached out with both hands, pinched both nipples harshly, and pulled them away from my body. It caused my back to sway in the bondage, and I earned another higher-level shock from the collar when I cried in pain. He twisted my poor nipples. He would not show mercy. I was as helpless as a rag doll in his hands.
"Nice curves," he said, "but these nipples need a lot of work. If I win her, I will stretch these little nubbins immediately. As an infidel, she will get what she deserves."
'Win her?' What?!
He stepped back, no longer smiling, just a glare of power. I was being inspected, intimately, like an animal. Naked, defenseless. Horrified.
Many times I saw the FLASH of the camera, as she documented my humiliation.
In moments, the huge black man entered my field of vision. The Hispanic repulsed me, the Arab at first entered me. The black man frightened me. He was huge, like a football player. He had an unpleasant smile, showing a lot of gums. He spoke, not like a black American, but as I suspected, an African.
"This slave would make a nice addition to my slave ring. My wives are always complaining that there are not enough whites and yellows to do all the work around the village."
Wives? Village! Slave ring! Please noooooooooooooo.
"Juan, hot cunt, right?"
"Si," replied the swarthy Hispanic.
"We can see her mouth hole is adequate, though whether she could take my pistol is another matter. Let's see about the third hole." He walked behind me and the next thing I felt was his meaty hand tugging on the butt plug. When he pulled it out, he laughed loudly. "What is this little toy?" he roared. "Surely you have something more challenging for this tight assed slave. If I win her, we carve plugs of wood, strap them in with leather leashes, and keep the slave plugged until she can take a real man."
"Of course, Sir, we have a variety of sizes," spoke he who seemed to rule this house.
"First Slave, bring our favored guest several sizes from which to choose."
I was losing it. I was helpless, in deep despair. Thoughts of home and friends and school and even of escape were far away. I was indeed, slave meat, and they could do what they wished with me.
"Master, will any of these do?"
"Yes, yes," I heard from behind. "Much better. Here, this one."
I heard rattling on the tray, then silence, then the sound of a tube of gel making a squirting noise. I prepared myself, as best I could. "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," no longer caring about my collar, my rectum reamed by what seemed like a baseball bat. I threw back my head, and collapsed in my chains, the flash of the camera the last thing I noticed.
To be Continued....
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