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An Edited Life, Part 4

My mind’s fog was shattered by the pain from throughout my body. It seemed as if every muscle was sore.
My arms, legs and neck ached from the position I’d been forced to remain in for hours the night before. My ass and pussy were raw and caked in cum from the dozen cocks that had repeatedly found pleasure in them Saturday night. My jaws even hurt when I groaned as I tried to move.
I lay still for several moments, afraid to encourage my body to torture me, and it was during this time that I realized that the only element of my life that was wrecked more badly than my physical self was my career.
After I’d fallen asleep in his bed, Andre Gregory – my boss and now, it seemed, my Master – had removed the posture collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs from me, leaving me completely naked. When I finally tried to move off the bed, my legs gave and I whimpered as I crashed to the floor on my hands and knees.
“What the fuck have I done?” was my only thought as I remained on all fours, silently debating with myself over the merits of trying to stand.
I turned back toward Andre’s bed and climbed up its side till I was on my knees, leaning against it.
Andre startled me when his hands cupped my armpits and lifted me to my feet. He turned me slowly, as if he understood the agony I was in, and held me close to him as he kissed me good morning.
After ending the kiss, Andre lifted me from the floor and carried me to the living room, sitting in the recliner that matched his sofa, holding me.
My feelings toward Andre were growing increasingly complicated. As he held me, I felt protected, perhaps even loved. Having him inside me, though challenging, felt natural, as if he belonged there. But the collar, the cuffs, and the gangbang – and with those participants, in particular – left me feeling degraded, humiliated.
“Why have you done this to me?” I asked, in little more than a whisper.
Andre didn’t respond immediately, as if choosing his words carefully.
“Gabi, each day for the past six months we’ve worked side by side,” he began. “I’ve been overwhelmed by everything about you; your intelligence, your strength, your beauty. At some point – and I can’t tell you exactly when it happened – I decided I had to have you in a way and with an intensity that I’ve never experienced with another woman.”
Andre’s words nearly caused me to melt into him.
“And enslaving me is the way to do that?” I replied.
“The only way, I think,” said Andre.
Dominance and submission have never been part of my life. Yes, I’ve read some things that had left me curious, but I’ve always been independent and somewhat untrusting. I’ve never met a man who had the strength to dominate me, nor who could earn a deep enough trust for me to allow it.
Until Andre, that is.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
Andre hugged me tight, causing me to whimper from my body’s underlying pain.
“You were a big hit last night,” Andre said.
“And I’ve the excruciating pain this morning to prove it,” I sighed. “Not to mention that I’m not sure how I’ll ever face any of those men again.”
“I don’t recall it being your face that commanded their attention,” he said with a smirk.
Andre then stood from the recliner, lifting me with him. He walked through the kitchen and onto the deck, and I noticed that beneath the pergola, he’d set up what appeared to be a massage table and that on the dining table was a tray with sliced fruit, pitchers of orange juice and water, and a couple of glasses.
He carried me to the massage table, placed me face down and began to rub me.
“Relax, pet,” he said. “Master will make it better.”
My eyes shut as Andre worked the soreness from my body, again reminding me of the genuine care he had for me. I remained still, savoring the way his hands felt against me as he slowly, meticulously unknotted my muscles.
Andre spent perhaps half an hour caring for me as I lay on my tummy, then rolled me over and began working on my front.
“Your labia’s swollen,” he said as he massaged my right thigh
.
“A dozen dicks will do that,” I said, trying not to smile at his attempt at humor.
“Then I’ll be gentle when I fuck you later,” he said, and then he laughed when I noticeably cringed.
The realization hit me that I hadn’t taken a birth control pill since Friday. Though I was in the latter stage of my cycle, it was still a concern.
“Did you grab my pills from my apartment? They were on the list,” I said.
“I did not, pet,” Andre replied. “We’re going to let nature take its course, from this weekend and beyond.”
A chill cascaded through me as I imagined what my parents would think of their thirty-year-old daughter, accepting enslavement to a black man and perhaps mass-producing bi-racial children. It’s less that mom and dad are racist than conservative, old-fashioned. This is not something they would easily understand.
I bit my lip, wondering what to say.
“Yes, Master,” was all that passed through my lips, and it evoked a broad smile from Andre.
The massage lasted an hour, and it crossed my mind that it might actually be worth letting a group of men dick me till they broke me to have Andre’s hands lovingly repair me the next day.
Andre lifted me from the table and carried me to the pool, lowering me till my feet touched the deck.
“Enjoy the water,” he said. “Then we’ll eat some breakfast.”
I crouched to the deck and put my feet in the pool. Everything being relative, the water was damned cold.
As I slipped into the water, my flesh filled with goosebumps and my nips immediately hardened. I couldn’t help but shiver.
Andre laughed as he watched.
It seemed like an eternity before my body and the cold water reached equilibrium, but once they did I was able to relax and float, closing my eyes and enjoying the coolness. I didn’t even notice Andre’s retreat into the house.
As I floated, I reached to my crotch to examine my pussy with my finger. It was definitely swollen, as Andre had so astutely pointed out earlier.
And it was still sore.
I pulled myself from the pool after about thirty minutes, only to find an even deeper chill as the light breeze flowed over my naked body.
Andre emerged from the house, wrapped me in a beach towel and began to dry me as he led me to the deck’s dining table where he replaced the wet towel with a dry one, and we ate the sliced fruit he’d prepared while I was still asleep.
“So what’s in store for me today?” I asked, as we nibbled on the fruit.
“I thought we’d go to your apartment and get some more of your things, have lunch at the winery and then resume our depravity,” Andre responded.
I couldn’t imagine taking Andre’s massive cock in the condition I was in, and wasn’t certain I’d be able to do so in several hours.
“I don’t see any way I can return to work,” I said with decided reservation.
“You’re likely right,” Andre said. “But your place is here.”
We finished eating, and Andre suggested I bathe and get dressed. I helped him clear the table, and then went for a long, hot bath in his garden tub.
The weekend had been provocative, to say the least. With each moment, my craving for Andre’s attention and adoration grew. I even found myself strangely touched by the desires of the other eleven men who’d fucked me till they’d hurt me the night before.
As I washed myself, I began to wonder what it would be like not to work. How would I avoid boredom while Andre was at the office? What sort of rules would he have for me? When would be the right time to discuss these things?
Andre’s comment about letting nature take its course was also on my mind, and I remained somewhat surprised that I didn’t immediately object to the idea given its life-long implications. My hand caressed my tummy as I tried to imagine myself fat with Andre’s child, before it hit me that if events such as last night’s were repeated with any regularity, it might not be Andre’s baby that I carried.
I remained in the tub after opening its drain, letting much of the water flow out of the vessel before forcing myself to climb from its embrace and dry my body.
Andre had laid on the bed a simple selection of clothes for me that included a lacy pink camisole and thong, and khaki shorts. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a pair of pink flat sandals.
I dressed, pulled up my hair, and then found Andre in the living room, watching television. We then left for my apartment to get some more of my things.
It was nearly noon when we arrived at my place. When we entered the apartment it seemed foreign, like it was no longer mine. The things it contained where most definitely mine, but it felt as if I no longer belonged in the space.
Had the last day and a half really been that much an epiphany that I was now an uneasy visitor in my own home?
Andre helped me collect clothes, shoes, personal items. We were there for about an hour, and had his Wrangler nearly overflowing with my things before we drove back to his place and unloaded them to what had previously been an empty walk-in closet that adjoined his bedroom.
It was after 1:30 when we left his house for lunch at the winery.
The winery’s crowd was surprisingly small for such a sunny and unseasonably warm Sunday afternoon in late March. It was sort of comforting, really, given that more people might not have afforded Andre and me the privacy I’d hoped we’d have while enjoying lunch together.
We sat at a wrought iron table with a large umbrella on the brick patio outside the winery’s restaurant. Andre ordered a simple lunch consisting of a meat, cheese and bread tray, with a glass of burgundy for me and water with lemon for him.
There was a comfort in the silence that ensued, because it afforded me the opportunity to take in my surroundings, which included several hundred acres of vineyard, and a koi-filled pond.
And then, my phone alerted me to a text I’d received.
“I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend, honey. Love, Mom.”
“And don’t let no black man fuck you stupid, slap a collar around your neck and have you gangbanged, baby girl,” Andre smirked when I showed him my mother’s message.
Though I couldn’t help but giggle at Andre’s remark, it did seem to open the door to a more serious discussion.
“What will my life be like?” I asked
.
“I’ve been giving that some thought, pet,” Andre said. “In fairness to both of us, I’ve been sketching out an agreement. I should have it ready for you to review tomorrow.”
“And?” I replied.
“It’s going to have some depth to it,” he said. “I think we’re in agreement that your returning to work really isn’t an option. It would be wise to lay out a structure that both of us can thrive in, long-term.”
I nodded. By giving up my independence and my career to succumb to Andre’s dominance, I was taking the boldest step of my life. It couldn’t be for a short-term fling, a whim.
“To some degree, you will be like a stay-at-home wife,” Andre continued. “You will be responsible for our home, for taking care of yourself and for other things, relating to the nature of our relationship.”
“It’s the latter that I find myself wildly curious about,” I said with a smile.
“And don’t anticipate spending much time in those clothes you just brought over,” he said dryly.
Andre and I finished lunch then took a leisurely hand-in-hand walk through the vineyard, speaking little but nuzzling one another for the entire stroll. It made me feel cared for, protected, and even though we spent more than an hour among the grapevines, it ended all too soon.
We returned to Andre’s home and as soon as we entered, I slithered out of my clothes and my Master retrieved my collar and cuffs, putting them in their proper places once I was nude. He leashed me, and then led me to a door I’d never been through, one that led to the home’s basement.
As we walked through the door, Andre flipped on the lights downstairs, and together we moved downward.
Once we were downstairs, the first thing I noticed was a stainless steel frame with a canvas harness hanging from it. Its purpose was obvious.
We walked toward the swing and Andre helped me into the harness, and there I was, hanging with my legs spread for my Master, still not fully recovered from the prior night’s hours-long gangbang.
Andre dropped by leash and undressed slowly, as if taunting me. His cock was already erect by the time it was unveiled.
He grabbed the leash’s leather handle from the floor and walked between my legs, and braced myself for more pain.
Andre’s wrapped his left hand around his cock’s base and stepped toward me, rubbing his crown against my aching slit. Despite my pussy’s discomfort, I was aroused by the thought of having my Master inside me again, of being stretched and strained by his massive black shaft, and of letting nature take its course.
Nectar began to flow through my folds as the prick’s head teased me, and soon enough Andre was sliding inside me. The whimper that passed through my lips bordered on a shriek, and my feet flailed wildly in the harness as Master sank deeper and deeper into me.
Andre had me swinging lightly over his dick. Though more gentle than our previous fucks – as he’d promised it would be – it hurt badly, but it was a pain I found myself grateful to feel.
Master played with my feet as he effortlessly flowed in and out of me. He sucked and nibbled my toes, his teeth grazed and he licked the soles of my feet, the tickling causing me to forget the pain in my crotch.
My orgasm was the most intense I’ve ever had. I tensed and shuddered head to toe, my pussy’s juices exploding over Andre’s pelvis and thighs and dripping onto the floor. It was as if my mind was detached from the rest of me, akin to an out-of-body experience.
“Good girl,” Andre said in little more than a whisper, as he continued to fuck me, the swing rocking slow and steady despite my convulsions.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I said, my voice strained and cracking.
“We’re going to find out,” Andre replied, his pace increasing from slow to moderate, then leveling off.
A throaty growl swelled from within me and I writhed as my Master’s thrusts racked my slit with pain.
“Am I hurting my slut’s pussy?” Andre asked.
I nodded frantically, unable to catch enough breath to verbalize a response.
“You want this big black dick in your ass, then?” he said.
“God no!” I shrieked, imagining just how much worse my agony would be.
“I thought not,” Andre said. “And seeding that ass won’t do a thing to help me breed you.”
The words rocked me to my core, and a wave of warmth crashed through me. I began to sob with joy that this man I’d so admired as a co-worker and boss wanted to possess me, to dominate me, to push my mind and body to their limits, and that he seemed to crave seeing me with his children in my womb.
I’d never given much thought to maternity, but as Andre stabbed my aching crotch time and time again, and the happy tears freely flowed down my cheeks, I couldn’t imagine anything more natural, more right, than giving my master a gaggle of children.
When I came again, it was more like a seizure than an orgasm. It felt as if every muscle in my body had gone into spasm, as if I’d been struck by lightning. Andre groaned as my womb quaked with his prick inside it, and more of my warm fluids squirted onto him and the floor.
With his right hand holding the leash’s handle, Andre grabbed the harness strap that crossed my body a few inches above my mound and began rocking the swing hard and fast, sending his cock in and out of me violently.
A series of desperate, frantic squeals passed through my lips and my legs flailed in the straps that held them high in the air.
The look on Master’s face was prideful. He seemed to delight in having taken a woman who’d been untouched for more than six months and in less than a weekend turned her into an owned, black cock slut who was more and more savoring the idea of letting nature take its course. I began to wonder if at least part of the point behind last night’s gangbang was to show me that no one else would ever fill my body and soul the way Andre did.
“Beg for it,” Master growled, his dick twitching inside me.
“Please seed me,” I gasped. “Give me the first of our children, Master.”
My womb swelled with Andre’s warm goo, and I began to giggle, giddy with his ownership, his use.
“Who owns the pussy?” Andre said as the contents of his balls continued to spill into me.
“You do, Master,” I muttered breathlessly. “You own the pussy, and every bit of me.”
“Forever,” Andre replied.
“Forever,” I echoed.
He slipped from my sloppy cunt and released me from the harness. Immediately, I sank to my knees and glanced up at him.
“May your slave clean you, Master?” I asked.
“Please do,” he responded.
My fingers wrapped around his still turgid prick, guiding it to my mouth, and I began to suck him feverishly. I wanted Andre to understand how eager I was to accept his dominance, and how desperately I wanted to please him.
“Damn, woman, you are hungry for some nigga dick, aren’t you?” he said, prompting me to nod as I worshipped him.
I loved the taste of Andre’s cock after he fucked me. The combination of my sweet nectar and his salty jizz on his flesh reinforced the idea that we are now one, a Master and slave; a bold black man and his eager white whore.
After several minutes, Andre slipped his hands between my armpits and guided me upward till I was standing before embracing me and kissing me deeply, possessively, and we stood there, our bodies pressed together and our mouths intertwined, and I knew I belonged to him completely.

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Slave Angela

Angela was walking out to her car after work. She hated working so late the parking lot was dark and it gave her the creeps. She hated her job and wished she could be doing something else. As she got to her car there was a van parked next to her. As she walked by to get into her car the door on the van slid open and two men in ski masks grabbed her and pulled her in side.
A hand covered her mouth and she the saw a knife.
“If you fight back you will be cut, do you under stand,” a voice said. She froze and just nodded her head. A gag was shoved into her mouth and buckled behind her head. She was then forced over a padded rail and her feet tied to bolts in the floor. Her hands were tied to bolt in front of her. At this point she was completely helpless and at the mercy of the men in the van.
“We are going to have our way with you now,” the voice said. Angela felt her dress lifted up and a hand rubbing her pussy through her panties. Even though she was scared she felt her self starting to get wet, and the owner of the hand felt it to.
“Hey this bitch likes this,” another voice said.
The voice was right. The had played with her pussy through her panties for a bit longer, then the hand stopped and her panties were ripped off in one yank. She gave a yelp but it was not herd through the gag.
One of the men knelt down in front of her and held something in his hand. It looked like a metal ring with two straps on it. She then realized what it was.
“I can see by the look in your eye that you know what this is, but just to help you along it is a ring gag. It will keep you from making you screaming and still give us the use of your mouth,” said the man in the mask. “I am going to remove the gag you have in and replace it with this one. If you scream you will be killed. Do you understand?” Angela gave a nod and the man leaned forward and unbuckled the ball gag and dropped it to the floor of the van. He then forced the ring gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.
Angela then felt something at the opening to her pussy. Before she could do anything a large cock was shoved into her and she gave yelp. Then a cock was in front of her face. Angela knew where that was going. The cock was pushed into her mouth. She felt the cock slide in and force its way down her throat. The man started to fuck her mouth and with long strokes. The cock in her pussy was doing the same.
Angela felt her orgasm build and she knew she was about to cum when the cock in her pussy shoot its load deep into her. Her body started to shake as her orgasm happened. Then the cock in her mouth shot its load down her throat.
“Ok you two that is enough,” said the voice,” You now know what it is liked to be used. And just from what I see you liked it.”
The voice was right. Angela liked the fact that she was used and had no say in it. She hoped that there was more in store for her, but her feet and hands being untied. She was pulled to the door in the van.
“Do not say anything.” The voice said. She was then pushed out of the van. She was able to maintain her footing as the van speed away. She ran back to her car got in and locked the doors. She then reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag. She through it in her purse started the car and drove home.
When she got home she locked her door and went to the bath room and started the shower. She took off her dress and bra and looked at her body in the mirror. She saw the red marks where her panties were ripped from her body. In the shower she cleaned her self.
When she got out of the shower she rapped a towel around her body and went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and thought about what happened. She smiled and lay back on the bed and fingered her self to second best orgasm of her life. The first being the one she had in the van. Once the orgasm subsided she heard her computer beep. She had a message on her massager. It read if she had a good night. She said yes and sent it back.
She got another one back saying if she would like to have some more fun. She thought it was a weird thing to say. She the got sent a photo to her. She downloaded it and when it came up she gave a yelp. It was the panties that had been ripped off her in the van. She got another message it asked if she would like to be used some more in the future. She thought for a minute and then typed back yes. The next message said they would be in touch. She shut down the computer and lay on the bed and thought what was going to happen next. This thought played over in her head as she fingered her self to another orgasm.
Angela hand a night full of erotic dreams that consisted of her being raped by men in masked that had her doing all manner of things. One man had her suck his cock while another was fucking her ass. Then she was being fuck in her cunt while a big cock was shoved down her throat.
When she woke the next morning she thought it was all a dream. She turned on her computer and then saw the messages from the night before. Then she remembered everything that happened to her. Just thinking of it got her all wet again. Angela was about to go get her vibrator when her computer told her she had mail. She opened the mail and the first thing she saw was a photo of her with a cock in her moth. It was from last night in the van. She scrolled down to read what it said.
I hope you have recovered from last night. You will be getting a package delivered to you today. There will be something’s in it for you and some instructions for you to follow. See you soon…
She read it again and then again. She did not know what was going on but it had her turned like never before. Then she heard the doorbell ring. She grabbed her robe and ran to the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw a delivery man. She opened the door and said hi.
The man was surprised to see a young woman in a sexy robe. “I have a package for Angela.”
“That is me,” she said with a big smile. The man smiled and handed her the box. When she opened the door fully her robe slipped and gave the man a good view of her breasts. She turned and bent over to set the box down. This gave the delivery guy a good view of her ass.
When she turned back around the guy was holding a clip board asking her to sign for the package. She did and smiled as she closed the door. Grabbing the box she ran back to her bed room and through it on the bed and ripped it open. The first thing she pulled out was a long black leather trench coat. She set it on the bed and pulled out the next thing in the box. It was a leather collar that had four metal rings on it. She then looked it over she saw that it could be locked around her neck with a small lock. Setting it side she grabbed the next thing in the box. It was a pair of black stripper heels. Looking them over she saw that they to could also be lock to her feet. She then pulled out a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Looking them over she saw that like the collar these also had four small rings in them and like the collar and the shoes they to could be locked to her with small lock. The last things in the box were seven small locks (all unlocked), a cell phone, and a note.
The note was hand written and on expensive paper and had a seal on the bottom of it. You are to strip naked and put on the collar and the shoes. Then put the restraints on your wrists and ankles. You will use the locks to lock them in place. Then put on the coat and wait for a call on the cell phone. Keep this letter you will need it later.
She read it two more times and set it down on the bed. She got up and took off her robe and let it dropped to the floor. Looking over all the stuff that had been in the box she got very aroused. Knowing everything that was going to happen to her was again out of her control. She then picked up the collar and with put it around her neck. It was a snug fit and taking one of the small locks locked it in place. She then put on the shoes and locked them into place. The restraints were next. She fastened the ones on her ankles first and locked them in place. She then put on the ones on her wrists and locked them in place.
She looked at her self in the mirror and it was then that there was no going back as everything she had on needed a key to be removed. She then called in sick to her job saying that she had caught the flu going around. Being Thursday she knew that being out for the rest of the week would not be questioned. She then put on the coat buttoned it up and looked in the mirror and saw that the coat covered most of her body. The collar and the cuffs was the only thing that could be seen. Grabbing the note and the phone she went into the living room and sat in a chair and waited for the call. After about ten minutes the call came.
“Are you dressed yet,” the voice said.
“Yes,” she said with a bit of a shaky voice.
“A car will pick you up in five minutes. It will bring you to a hotel. Take the note to the front desk, show it to the man at the desk; he will then give you a key to a room. You are not to talk to or say anything to anyone. When you have the key go to the room,” and then the caller hung up.
Angela waited and in five minutes there was a knock at the door. She grabbed the note and the phone and answered the door. There was a man in a suit and sunglasses standing there. She stepped out of the door and closed it behind her. She was led to a black limo with dark windows. The man opened the door to the limo and Angela got in and sat down on the leather seat. The man closed the door and got into the driver seat and pulled the car away from the curb. The windows were so dark she could not see out. So she was forced to sit and wait for what ever was going to happen.
It was a long ride and just when Angela was about to ask the driver how much longer the car pulled to a stop. The door was then opened by a door man. It was then that Angel got her first look around since leaving her home. She now stood out side of a four star hotel in the center of the city.
Thanking the doorman she went into the lobby of the hotel and went right for the front desk. She was getting some looks as she headed for the desk. Angela did not look at anybody in the lobby. She just went to the front desk. The man at the desk asked her if he could help her. She handed him the note and he looked it over. With out saying a word he gave her a card key and told her it was for room 1506.
She smiled and went to the elevator. When she got on the elevator a man gave her a look and smiled. The ride up seemed to take forever. When the doors opened she was on the 15th floor. She walked down to room 1506 and using the key opened the door. The room was dark with no lights on and the drapes over the windows were all closed.
“Please closed the door and lock the dead bolt,” said the now familiar voice. She did as she was told and closed the door and engaged the dead bolt. She then walked into the main sitting area of the room. She saw a man sitting in a chair next to an end table. The man was in complete shadow and she could not make out any details of the man.
“Take off the coat and let it fall to the floor,” the man said. She undid the coat and let it fall to the floor. She was now standing naked in front of someone that she did not even know. She was scared and turned on at the same time. She was getting a bit wet between the legs and this made it even scarier for her.
“I have been watching you for a while now,” said the man. “I know you like sex and I know you like it when you have the control taken from you. That is why I am making you this offer. You will become my servant for me you will do what I tell you and it will involve sex in many forms. You will be asked to do things with me and with people I tell you to do things with. You will not have any damage done to your body and you will be protected when not under my supervision. I know you have done things in the past and you liked them. If you do agree to be my slave you will sign a contract that says you will be mine for one year. At the end of that year you will be aloud to renew the contract or leave. If you leave you will be given one hundred thousand dollars in an off shore account, but if you renew the contract you will still get the money and another hundred thousand for the next year. Do you have any questions? ”
Angela could not believe what this man was saying. She would be his slave for a year, but if she did this she would get a lot of money. The thought of not having control of her life was scary but the thought of it was getting her very wet.
“If I do this where would I live,” Angela said
“I will let you live in a condo near by. You would have to quite your job and sell your car and move. Your stuff you have now would be put into storage. I will supply you with cloths for your new role,” he said. “Are you ready to sign?”
She thought about it for a minute. Her mind told her no but her body said yes and this was one of her fantasies. When the year was up she would get the money and what could he have her do that she has not done her self. She said yes to him and waited for what was to come.
“Ok I will have you sign the contract now. Once you do sign you will not be aloud to go back you will be mine,” Said the man. He then turned on the overhead light and she got her first look at him.
He was in a nice looking suit and was very handsome. He had a goatee and looked to be in good shape. She saw the paper on the table. She could not make any details out on it but it looked to have a lot of writing on it.
“Come over here and sign the contract and your new life will begin,” he said.
She walked over to him and saw the contract and a nice pin. She could see he was looking her over and she felt her self wishing she had the coat on. She leaned over picked up the pen and signed the contract. She put the pin down and took a step back.
“Ok we are going to begin. From this moment forward you will only call me master, is that under stood,” he said as he stood before her.
“Yes master,” was all she said.
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Gabby 3

Gabby 3
Doing the laundry was a several hour affair with my wrists cuffed behind my back. By the time I had finished, and gotten his clothes and sheets back into his room, the sky had started to darken. As I was just trying to smooth out the last corner of his sheet, he walked into his room.
“Now the only thing left to clean is you.” I smiled and did a little naked curtsy for him.
He snapped a dog collar and leash on me and led me out the door. I wondered what he was up to when we continued past the bathroom and down the stairs. The bathroom off the living room perhaps? I stopped cold in my tracks when it became apparent he was leading me out the sliding glass door onto the porch. Even with the relative remote location of our house, I was still leery of going outside.
A hard tug on the leash and I didn’t have much choice. The cool air hit my nipples first, turning them hard as rocks. I tried desperately to find away to cover myself, but my efforts proved fruitless. Frantically I looked around to see if anyone was watching. It was already too dark to see very far, but I could still make out our neighbors house in the distance.
He led me out to the clothesline, six rows of rope suspended about six feet in the air between two T-shaped metal poles, and pushed me to my knees beneath them. I winced and tried to twist away as a cold blast of hose water hit me. I opened my mouth in shock, but made no noise, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. He thoroughly doused me with the shower like spray of the nozzle before turning it to jet and aiming at my nipples. He spent the next several minutes torturing me with cold hard blasts of water on my already sensitive nipples.
“Oh please god stop,” I finally pleaded. Mercifully he let go of the hose and put it down.
“You don’t have to call me god though,” he quipped, picking up a bar of soap and lathering his hands. I opened my mouth in ecstasy as he reached down and toyed with my clit with one finger, then let out a muffled argument as he shoved the bar of soap in my open mouth. “Hold that for me,” he said as he began kneading and soaping my boobs. I made sure not to drop it, even when his hands migrated every so often to my pussy to toy with and tease me.
After several minutes of washing me, and several more groping me up and down, he finally pulled the soap out, and I tried to rid myself of the taste. He pulled me to my feet and tied the leash off to one of the middle ropes.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Hanging you up to dry,” he responded, walking towards the house. I began to panic at the prospect of being left alone outside, but breathed a sigh of relief as he started back after a few steps. My relief was short lived however as he grabbed a basket. “Almost forgot the clothespins,” he said, putting one on each of my nipples. I winced at the pain and tried in vain to free myself. I found I could move up and down the line, but I couldn’t free myself from it, and I couldn’t remove the clothespins. I found that the pain numbed over time as the arousal I got from being nude and exposed, coupled with the fear of being caught, and the unrelenting horniness at pleasing my brother took over.
My mind kept flashing back to the last time I’d had his cock sliding up and down my throat. His pleasured moans and the reward of tasty, salty cum made my pussy tingle and my nipples forget they were ever in pain. I shut my eyes, reliving that moment when I’d finally managed to deep throat him, but I was stirred from my reverie by another, even fiercer pain. He’d taken the clothespins off. It must have been several minutes because there were little indentations on my nipples where they’d been and I was completely dry.
“How’s that pussy doing?” he asked me as he marched me inside.
“Good, I answered him, turning a slight red at the blunt and frank mention of my ‘private’ regions.
He sat me down on the couch in the living room and blindfolded me once more. I felt his hands on my legs, and soon found them being pulled apart. After a few minutes, he let go and I tried to bring them back together with no success. He’d tied them to something, though god knows what. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples once more. I moaned and squirmed on the couch. Hr kneaded my breasts, harder and harder until he neared the threshold between pleasure and pain. Then all of a sudden his hands stopped, and the air was silent. I thought I could hear him moving nearby, but I couldn’t be sure.
“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I screamed and jumped against my bonds as something, I don’t know what, something slid across my clit. “What the hell was that?” I asked him.
He only laughed and did it again, prompting another jump and yelp. “Do you want me to keep going?” he asked.
“Yes please master,” I said quickly, not for the first time feeling utterly owned.
“Oh good lord!” I yelled, feeling the soft, intensely pleasurable sensation on my clit again. Though this time it didn’t stop after a split second. My jaw dropped as the pressure on various areas of my pussy increased. I could feel whatever it was running up and down my lips lightly, teasing me, only to dive hard towards my clit. Eventually my shaking and writhing caused the blindfold to slip down around my neck. I looked down, and saw to my surprise, my brothers mouth and tongue buried in my pussy.
He saw that I’d noticed and smiled, pulling up and running his thumb in circular motions on my clit. I shut my eyes and bit my lip for several seconds reveling in the pleasure.
“Want me to make you cum this way?” he asked me slyly.
“Oh fuck yes, please god yes,” I answered panting.
“Will you do something for me in return?” he asked, lightly running his tongue up and down my pussy again.
“Fuck, anything, yes master,” I replied, struggling to get the words out coherently. The last was obscured by a yell as he dove once more, this time sucking my clit between his lips and playing with it with his tongue. I thrusted back and forth, rubbing myself over his mouth. He wrapped his tongue in a circle around my clit and moved it rapidly up and down, like my clit was fucking his tongue. That was about all I could handle as my body took over.
I came hard, harder than I ever had before as his tongue and lips continued to work. I orgasmed, and then orgasmed again and again. It seemed like they would never stop. Every muscle in my body tensed at the same time. Every limb pulled at its respective tether causing ropes and metal alike to dig into my skin. Somewhere along the way I zoned out of full consciousness, the pleasure washing over me, consuming me. Every time it seemed like it would abate, I would feel his tongue again, moving, finding some nerve it had not yet touched.
Finally, several minutes later, my eyes fluttered open and I awoke. My brother was no longer between my legs, rather in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink. My leg bonds had been freed, but the ropes still dangled from my ankles. I stretched myself out for a few moments. Every muscle felt as though it ached. I stood, wobbling for a few moments, then walked around a bit to get my balance.
He walked over and handed me something, a black thong and bra, and freed my wrists. I put the thong on, pulling the ropes through the leg holes and sliding it into place. He then redid my ankle bonds so that they were roped together with about a foot and a half of slack, allowing me to take short steps. When he was finished, I slipped the skimpy Victoria’s Secret bra on and clasped it behind my back.
He led me into the kitchen and undid my leash, setting it on the counter, then rummaged through one of the cupboards. The feeling of clothes was now somewhat strange with me. I caught myself in the reflection in the stove and frowned at the black contrasts sweeping across my relatively pale skin. They covered all the best parts. I rolled the thong a bit, revealing a few inches of my ass, and brining my pussy oh so close to being exposed.
He finally found what he was looking for, a large square top to a serving tray. It was metal, about one by two feet, and had a large rectangular handle. He put it in my hands, handle facing down, then slid the cuffs through the handle and fastened them to each wrist, effectively binding me and the makeshift serving tray. He then ran a rope from the cuffs to my ankle ropes so that I held the tray just below my breasts. Then he ran a rope up, under my bra (having a squeeze as he did so) to the link on my collar, trapping my hands in place. I turned around once, getting a feel for how I could move, and earning a hard smack in the ass from Tim. I instinctively tried to shield myself, but could do nothing as his warm hand rubbed where he’d just hit me, then took a good hard squeeze.
“Some guys are coming over to play poker tonight,” he explained. You’re going to be a nice hostess. My face flushed at the thought of revealing so much to so many older guys.
His friends came in one by one, taking a good long stare at me standing beside the round card table he’d set up. I had drinks, a bowl of chips, and some dip on my tray. I had to take short, careful steps in order to not spill anything.
They all took their seats, five of them in all, including Tim and started playing. They all took turns sneaking peeks at the bound, barely clothed girl, all of them curious, but none daring to ask. After the first few hands, the order came for a drink, from Tim. He grabbed a drink near my breasts, rubbing one of my nipples as he did so. I let out a short, quiet gasp as his hand pulled away. In mere seconds, both of them were hard and straining against the thin material of my bra.
“Take what you want guys,” Tim said with a smile before sipping his drink. Now the stares were more obvious, and another guy grabbed a drink, unblocking the other hard nipple for all to see. The guys all feigned not being able to reach my tray, forcing me to bend forward, giving them a great view of what little cleavage I had and an even better view of my ass for the guy behind me. I made sure to position myself so everyone got a look.
As the night wore on, all the drinks and the chips made their way to the table. Tim rewarded my faithful service by getting the tray out of my way, but leaving the cuffs on. He got up to take care of the tray and the empty glasses. As soon as his back was turned, there was a loud smack as one of his friends swatted my ass. The rest giggled, and Tim didn’t even flinch as he let them have a few seconds of fun.
When he returned, everyone was sitting still and very interested in their cards, while my ass was a bit redder, and my thong significantly more moist. After a little while, two of the guys left, citing their lack of chips and something about girlfriends as excuses. I started sitting on the lap of whoever won each hand, feeling Tim’s and two other hard dicks throbbing just beneath my pussy.
Tim’s chips began to dwindle, and after not much longer he ended up having to go all in. I walked around, looking at each player’s cards. Tim was not on the winning end.
“Her bra,” he said, realizing his impending loss. The other two just looked at him. “Her bra instead of the chips.” The winner only nodded. I hobbled over him, then leaned way over so my breasts were less than an inch from his face.
“Take it,” I whispered.
He reached around to undo the clasp, pulling me closer, and blocking his face from view. He lightly bit one of my nipples as he pretended to fumble with the clasp. “Oh god,” I breathed at the unexpected sensation.
After pushing his luck for a few more seconds, he undid the clasp, causing my A-cups to fall mere millimeters. He slid the bra down my arms until he was blocked by the rope, at which point Tim came over with a pair of scissors and cut it off my body completely. I spun around to give them all a look at the full package before settling onto the nibbler’s lap.
Not hiding it any more, I swiveled my hips, giving his raging hard on a nice little lapdance while he played. They all went back and forth for a few hands before Tim knocked the other guy out, hauling in a substantial amount of chips. He took one last long dirty look at me, prompting a shudder before he too departed.
The two piles of chips were about even now. I saw my chair lift a pocket pair of aces and grin ever so slightly. Him and my brother raised back and forth until all their chips were in the pot.
“You can keep the money,” he said referring to the buy-in, “if I can take her home.” One of his hands found its way up my leg and just underneath the fabric of my thong.
Tim smiled, “deal.” He stood up and freed me of all my accessories. “you can take off the thong,” he told me. Turning red, and dripping, I slowly bent over and slid it down my legs revealing my tight pink, bald pussy lips. He salivated at the thought of having me to himself while my heart raced with fear and excitement.
“Unfortunately,” my brother said, flipping over a jack and ten of diamonds. He stopped and let the cards speak for themselves. He’d made a straight flush. The guy looked on in shock. “Show him out,” Tim ordered.
Surprising them both, I reached into his pants and led him by his eight inch cock to the door. I gave it one last tug and whispered in his ear, “sorry,” and shoved him out.
I turned around and found Tim already naked in his char, softly stroking himself as he enjoyed my nudity. “Oh, master, let me do that,” I said, dropping to my knees by the door and crawling to him.
“Open your mouth and shut your eyes,” he told me with a grin. I followed his order happily, putting my hands on my head as well, awaiting my treat. I leaned forward as his hand brushed up my body, from my stomach up and around my breasts to my chin.
“MMPH!” I screamed as he unexpectedly forced something into my mouth. It was a sweetness that tasted and smelled oddly familiar. He slapped a strip of duct tape over my mouth, holding in my gag. It was my still damp panties he’d fed me. The taste was me. The thought would’ve made me gag, but I found that I actually enjoyed the taste of myself. After having removed them instinctively, I placed my hands back behind my head, opening my eyes quick enough to see his hand coming at me. It shoved me firmly backwards. I fell onto my back, my legs tumbling out from underneath me. He lifted me slightly and put a pillow underneath the small of my back, aiming my pussy up into the air. I laid there submissively, awaiting his wishes.
He knelt over me and grabbed my hair, holding my head back and dangled his cock inches over my face, taunting me. I fought against the pain for it, but he held me tightly. Finally he pulled my head upwards, and allowed me to deepthroat him.
“Nice and sloppy, get that cock nice and wet,” he ordered me. I moaned with pleasure, doing exactly as he told. After a few minutes, he got off of me. I twisted and whimpered at the cock deprivation. I turned my head to the side, looking over to see him stroking some sort of liquid onto his cock. He knelt again, this time before my legs and held them apart. Before I could realize what he was doing, he started rubbing his head up and down my pussy.
I arched my back, and fumbled around with my hands to grab a hold of something. I found nothing and balled them into fists. He started tapping it on my clit, and I swore I was going to orgasm right there, but held back for him. Gradually, slowly, he began sliding it into my tight pussy. I gasped at the pain at first, but it felt so right to be filled up like that. I spread my legs as far apart as I could get them, my face stayed contorted in a look of shock, pain and pleasure.
When’d he’d gotten enough of himself in me, he started to thrust gently. “Oh, fuck yes!” I screamed, letting him have his way with me. He picked up the pace slightly, but stayed gentle. All I could do was moan and scream. Tears began running down my face at the sheer overload of sensations. His hand came down on my stomach, just above my pussy, as he guided himself in and out of me. My head spun as the motion caused it to slip closer and closer to my clit.
“Oh, yeah,” I heard him moan. My tightness had him close already. I felt his thrusts become more and more irregular, his breath more ragged. He held back, continuing to fuck me. I’d slid off the pillow, my head hit the couch with every thrust, but I didn’t care. Everything went numb, the only place I had any feeling at all was my pussy.
His cock started to throb while his thumb finally pushed its way to my clit. That was enough to make my pussy explode. My back arched and it felt like every muscle went into overdrive. All I could see were stars for the next several minutes. I orgasmed again and again. Every time I thought I was winding down, I felt his thumb on my clit again and it pushed me over another edge.
After what seemed like forever, my heartbeat started to slow, and my eyes opened. I looked up. He was slipping on his boxers. There was cum everywhere, my stomach, my tits, even my face and hair. I tasted some in my mouth, obviously he’d had me clean him off, but I’d gotten so lost, the moment when he pulled out and came barely registered. I was so exhausted, but I felt so good. I grabbed the somewhat cum covered pillow and propped it behind my head, drifting off to sleep.

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My Family Holiday

My Family Holiday by Kathy. ( Gangbang, WS, Whipping, Objects, Bondage, Public Sex, Beastiality, Humiliation, Slutwife.)
I had not really had a holiday this year except for a few days away with my husband Chas earlier in the year. So when my mum said did I fancy going with her and my aunty to Cephallonia the end of September for ten days I jumped at the chance especially when she said she would treat me to it. My mum is in her mid to late fifties and her sister in her late forties. My mum had me at a young age.
I asked Chas if he minded me going and looking after the boys while I was away. He replied he did not as he had just treated himself to a new DVD home cinema unit so to be fair this was her treat, and anyway perhaps I would have some good stories to tell him when I got back. I assured him I would have.
The day arrived and we set off for the airport. The plane took off on time, and after several hours of flying arrived at our destination. When we got off the plane the sky was blue and the sun hot. I’m going to enjoy this and have some fun, I thought to myself.
We got a taxi to the apartment, which was basic but adequate for our needs with a small seating area, somewhere to cook, shower and two bedrooms. We unpacked then went for a walk around the complex to familiarize ourselves with it, and I wanted to check out the talent, which seemed quite promising. The rest of the day was spent relaxing then a meal in the evening and an early night, as it had been a long day.
The next couple of days were spent on sight seeing trips around the island, so the third day we decided a day on the beach sunbathing was required. We made our way there and had a walk along the length of it, as it was a longish beach. At the far end we were surprised to find that this area was a nudist beach, there had been no signs to mention this. I said this looks a good spot, they agreed. We found a place by some rocks and all stripped off, me naked but my mum and aunty decided to keep their bikini bottoms on then spread ourselves out under the sun.
After a couple of hours my mum and aunty said they were going for a walk and look around the shops, did I want to come? I replied I would rather stay and soak up some more rays, so they got dressed and went.
I had been lying there about another one and a half hours when I noticed three young lads of about nineteen, twenty years of age looking over at me. They had obviously come across the nudist area and thought they would have a look to see if there were any naked women about. Other than me there were only about a dozen others on that part of the beach, most being older people and the only other women must off been in there sixties and over weight.
The young men walked over and sat down on their towels about ten yards from me and I could see them looking at my naked body and making comments to each other and laughing. I was enjoying their eyes feasting on my body so I decided to give them a show. I parted my legs more giving them a good view of inside of my shaven cunt then moved one hand down my stomach and onto my cunt then proceeded to rub and pinch my clit making my body arch and me moan, then inserting a couple of fingers into my moist hole and frig my self hard. My other hand was massaging my tits and pinching my nipples.
Through half closed eyes I could see they had moved closer and were rubbing the bulges in the front of their shorts. I turned to them and said to their amazement and shock wouldn’t they like to come and take over. They grinned at each other and were there like a shot. Soon three pairs of hands were pleasuring my body, squeezing and pinching my tits, fingers delving into my cunt and rubbing my clit until with a shudder I cried out I was Cumming my body arching and shaking from the intensity of the climax.
I shouted at them to get their shorts off and give me a good fucking. I soon had my legs over the shoulders of one of the men as he pounded away at my cunt while the others shouted him encouragement, telling him to fuck the tart good. I was moaning and groaning and telling him to fuck me hard, ram his hard cock in me, cum in me. He shot his load deep into my cunt then pulled out. I pulled his cock to my mouth and sucked the last drops of cum from the bell end then licked the shaft and his balls clean. Christ, what a fucking slag she is, I heard one of them say.
Next I was pulled into doggy position and another cock was shoved up my cunt while the third man knelt in front of me and feed his cock between my lips. Both men then began to fuck me both ends in earnest, the ones cock going down my throat until his balls were slapping my chin. The one fucking my cunt pulled out and I felt his cock against my ass hole. “I’m going to give your tight ass hole a good fucking now you slut” he sneered, and with that began to push his cock into my tight ass hold. I groaned as the bell end pushed in followed by the rest of his length until fully in. He then pulled back out and thrust back in again speeding up until he was shagging my ass hard and furiously. The guy in my mouth watching this could not hold on any more and shot his warm salty cum into my mouth and over my face then rubbed his cock all over it spreading the cum every where.
The guy fucking my ass was telling me what a tight ass I had, and how good it was to fuck, and what a fucking whore I was, and pulling my head back by my hair, and mauling my dangling tits until he cum deep in to my bowls. I climaxed again as he came telling him to shot it up this sluts ass, fill it up.
After, the three guys put their shorts back on and they each gave me a long kiss while having a last grope of my tits, told me they had never had a fuck like that before and I was one hell of a slut. I laughed, and said, ” glad they had enjoyed it, I know that I had” then they went on their way.
Just then my mum and aunty appeared from behind some other rocks grinning. Shocked, I asked, “how long have you been there,” they replied they had come back about twenty minutes ago and had seen me with my legs over the shoulders. They had decided to not disturb me and to watch my performance, which had been by the way quite a performance. My mum added that she did not realize she had such a slut for a daughter and that wouldn’t Chas mind if he found out. I told her I loved sex and that Chas did not mind one bit, and that he would want to hear about all I did on the holiday and had also participated in the fun and games in the past. They then said well that’s good as they had really enjoyed watching me be fucked and had wanked themselves to a climax watching. And that while they did not want to participate them selves, they did not mind watching and we would have to create some more stories to tell Chas when I got home. I readily agreed. They also added that they had noticed some other older people watching and laughing amongst them selves. I laughed and said, I hope they didn’t have bad hearts.
Over the next week we did quite a bit more sight seeing and I did a fair bit of fucking, my mum and aunty where around most of the time. I was fucked a few more times on the beach, at a local taverna where there was a good looking waiter who took us out the back and shagged me, a couple of times in the apartment while my mum took photos with a Polaroid camera to give the men, and once in the back of a taxi by the driver when we did not have enough money for the fare. He thought it a good deal having me stripped naked, giving my smooth cunt (I kept it shaved) a good licking then fucking me while the others watched. But the best time came on the evening before our last day there.
We had two days left of our holiday and that evening a trip had been arranged for a medieval type meal and wine outing at a large house about ten miles from our resort. When we arrived there must have been at least two dozen or more people there as well as us with about three quarters of them men and the rest women, and also three or four waiters. We were all seated around three tables one at the top and two down the sides like at a banquet.
As the evening went on and the wine flowed everybody was getting more and more rowdy especially the men. Soon some of the men started shouting for the women to dance for them. There were no takers for this until my mum shouted, (she was sat on another table with her sister) “come on Kathy, give us a dance, get up and entertain us all.”
The chant was carried on by the rest, Kathy, Kathy, until I got up and moved in between the tables to a round of cheers including the women. Music played and I started to sway and gyrate to it, throwing my head back and running my hands over my body.
Some of the more rowdy men now started shouting, “come on Kathy, strip for us.” I heard my mum and aunty shout, “yes, strip Kath and show us what you got, do your thing.” Everybody was now shouting “strip, strip, strip. So as the music played I began to unzip my dress, then pulled it off my shoulders then down to my waist then letting it fall to the floor kicking it into the crowd. I was now in just my black bra and thong. Next I unclipped my bra strap and pulled it slowly down then off and threw it onto one of the tables. My tits bounced free. Finally, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my thong and slowly pulled them down and off and threw them to the cheering men. I was now naked except for my black four-inch high heels. All eyes were transfixed on my naked body especially my smooth shaven cunt and jiggling tits. I rubbed my hands over my tits and between my legs as I danced there nude.
The crowd was going mad, shouting and whistling, so I climbed onto one of the side tables and danced close in front of them. Soon their hands were pawing my legs and squeezing the cheeks of my ass as I made my way along the table treading in food and spilling wine over the tables.
As I danced up to then on to the top table where all the rowdiest people were, several pairs of hands grabbed my legs and I was pulled down laughing onto my back among the food and spilt wine. Hands were trying to grab me from all directions wanting to explore my willing body, rubbing, pinching, and probing all parts of my naked body. Fingers found their way into my hot wet cunt and my tight ass hole, and my tits and nipples were being mauled and pinched mercilessly. My body writhed as I reached a climax, and I moaned and shouted out loud I was cumming as I did violently.
In my state of ecstasy I faintly heard a women’s voice shout out to give the slut what she wants men, a good fucking, followed then by my mums voice shouting “come on men, who wants to fuck my daughter, she’s a good shag and the slut will do anything.” I could see my aunty laughing and beckoning the men up to the table.
One of the men climbed up onto the table and took off his shorts and climbed on top of me. I instinctively pulled my legs up and over his shoulders and felt a hard cock slide deep into my hairless cunt. I bucked and groaned as he drove his cock in and out until he soon climaxed and shot his cum over my stomach and tits.
Immediately, another cock found it’s way up and was pumping away hard. I saw my mum come up behind him and grab his hips then lift them up and down helping him to fuck me deep. “Come on, fuck my slut daughter” she shouted, as she pushed down hard on his hips ramming his cock further into my cunt, and continuing until he groaned he was Cumming and his cum flowed deep into my juicy cunt. He pulled out and my mum told him to shove it in my mouth for me to lick clean. I sucked and slurped until every trace of cum was cleaned off.
I was then rolled over and pulled up into the doggy position and cocks were now feed into my mouth and cunt. Another man climbed up and positioned himself under me. “Let’s triple fuck the whore,” he said. The one in my cunt withdrew and I was pushed down until I was impaled on the underneath cock, then the one on top in one thrust inserted his up my ass to the hilt. I cried out, but once they were all in rhythm I was enjoying the sensation of all my holes full of cock. Still not satisfied, two more cocks were placed in my hands to jerk off. When all of them cum, I was covered in their jism, it was running out of all my holes and over my arms and back.
All three holes were soon filled again and it started over again. The crowd was going wild. Shouting to hurry up with the slag, as there were plenty more in the queue. The women were calling me slut, whore, and slag, telling the men to bore out my cunt, and stretch my ass. Telling them to cum on my face and wank between my tits, cover me in cum. My mum and aunty among them joining in.
Some men were smearing food and wine over me while the women were taking it in turns to use the bottles on me, while others were again taking it in turns to fuck my mouth or wank over my face. The waiters and owner of the restaurant had also been having their fair share of me and had at one time or another had their cocks in all of my holes. I had gone from being a guest at their restaurant, to being the entertainment, their slut fuck toy.
Wine was poured over my abused body and the men and women licked and sucked it off making sure they left bite marks and love bites all over my body, but mainly around my cunt, ass, and the top of my thighs. I was again rolled over onto my stomach lying on squashed food and spilt wine. The men with encouragement from the women now lined up to fuck my ass. One after another my ass hole was pummeled with cocks. All I could do was lie there grunting like an animal as these men yanked my head back by my hair, pinched and twisted my nipples and roughly mauled my tits as they plunged in and out of my now gapping ass hole. “Ass fucking slut, you love this don’t you” one said as he was shagging me, I just mumbled, he jerked my head back, “tell us bitch” one women shouted as she slapped me across the face. “Yes,” I said, I love it, she slapped me again, “tell us what you are”. “I’m a dirty slut who loves to be ass fucked, loves to be naked in public. A slag that likes to be gangfucked, covered in cum, and punished in front of an audience. A real filthy cunt,” I said. She slapped my face a few more times and twisted my nipples hard making me scream. “Hurt the fucking bitch,” she said. They were all happy to do so. Every body was cheering and laughing, enjoying the spectacle, the entertainment.
When they had all had a shag of my ass, I was left moaning still lying face down cum pouring from my tortured asshole. Suddenly I heard a crack and a sharp pain across the cheeks of my ass, I screamed, another sharp pain. A women had got hold of a belt and was whipping me hard with it. Again and again it rained down on my ass cheeks. “Scream bitch” she snarled. And I did as she thrashed my ass with this leather belt.
“Fucking turn her over,” she said to some other women, who roughly turned me on to my back and then held my arms and legs wide apart. The leather belt now came down again, this time across my tits. I screamed out loud again but my nipples became even larger. Some of the other women joined in, whipping me across my thighs and between my legs. I writhed and arched my body, and struggled against the hands holding me as the belts made contact with my vulnerable cunt, stinging my clit and splashing the cum that was oozing out of it. I was near to cumming again, and cried out as the belts made contact with my ravished body once again that I was cumming. “Look, she loves it, It’s made the dirty cunt cum” somebody shouted, to a round of laughter. “Well lets make her cum some more” another women replied. “Punish my whore of a daughter,” my mum said, as my naked limp body was being punished more, this time the stinging made me piss myself, it pouring from my sloppy hole and mixing with the cum. This caused more laughter, and they shouted out “look, the cunts pissed herself.”
The whipping finely stopped and I was left lying there, my tits, ass, and my cunt stinging and red, but not for long. I felt hands pulling my legs up and apart and I groaned as I felt a wine bottle pushed wide end into my sloppy cunt, then the neck of another bottle up my ass. These women were now fucking me with these wine bottles. “Look at that slut, she’s taking all that bottle up her cunt, and loving it,” a man said. “Yes, and her ass, Christ, the slag won’t be any good to her husband or any other man for a while after this” another said. They laughed. “Only be any good for a donkey to fuck,” another said. “You never know we might see that yet, it would be a laugh to see her strapped legs apart under one. See it’s mammoth cock disappearing up her cunt. The tart could probably take its full length” somebody replied to another round of laughter. The restaurant owner shouted, hey there’s one out the back in the yard
When for the time being they had finished abusing my now ravished, dirty, cum covered body, I was dragged off the table onto the floor by my hair and outside into the courtyard. The floor was rough on my ass and tits as I was dragged, and the women kicked me on my ass or tits as I was pulled along, saying get a move on slag as they did so. Outside I was left lying on my back in the dirt. I was pulled up onto a low bench and the donkey lead over. I was positioned under the donkey and the owner guided it’s cock into my cunt the slapped it’s ass. It luged forward almost all it’s length dissapearing into my cunt. I screamed out loud. I withdrew and lunged again. All it’s legth now forced it way up. I cried out loud again, but was now getting used to this large cock reaming out my ravaged cunt. Everybody there was laughing and cheering at each lunge even my mum and aunty. I was now well and truly a filthy slut and whore. It carried on fucking me for about 5 minuets as I lay there moaning and cumming until finally it cum filling my cunt and shooting large amounts over my stomach and tits. It was lead away and I was pulled off the bench onto the dusty dirt floor.
“I think the slut needs to be washed off men,” the women laughed. “Piss all over the dirty cum covered bitch”. They all got their cocks out and pissed. The warm salty liquid pouring over me, splashing onto my tits, running down my stomach, and down between my open legs. They aimed for my face and I opened my mouth drinking and tasting it, filling my mouth and running down my cheeks into the dirt and soaking my hair. It was hard to believe that my mum and aunty were standing there watching all these men pissing over this naked, cum covered 40 year old slut, lying on the ground in the dirt, a slag who was her daughter and cheering them on and laughing with all the rest of them. She now knew me for the slag I was.
When they had all emptied their bladders over me I was left lying in a large pool of mud. I could feel the remnants of their piss trickling down my stomach. The women pushed me with their feet grinding me into the mess and wiping the mud off their soles on my tits. I was then dragged again through the mud across the courtyard and tied up spread-eagled between two roof supports my legs spread wide and on tip toe, where I was left outside for what was left of the night. Men and women just walked over when they wanted to abuse my hanging body more, use me how they wanted. Some enjoyed whipping me; others either fucked me or pissed over me again. All night the room echoed to my cries of pain or ecstasy, the sound of men groaning as they cum, and the contact of leather on naked flesh. Even the coach driver who had to stay the night had his fill of me, fucking all my holes. I told him that was his tip for this trip. He laughed, and said, “best tip I’ve ever had.”
In the morning I was cut down and taken back outside into the courtyard where they hosed me down to clean the stinking mess off me. I found my thong but not my bra and dress, (I never found the bra but my mum had my dress in a bag for safe keeping, but had not given it to me, she thought I should arrive back dressed as I was like a cheap slut she said). I had to walk from the bus to our room in just my tiny thong, just as well it was early and we only saw a few workmen who shouted some course comments and whistled at us. The restaurant owner had told my mum I was the best entertainment they had ever had, and to bring me back again, mum said they would on their next holiday. That day I spent rest to regain some energy.
In the evening mum said she had never seen a women have so many things done to her body and she hadn’t realized what a tart I was, my aunty agreed. I told them I had done this a few times before with Chas present and I love it. I also said, but what did they think about how the others had treated me after they had had a few drinks, how they could do the things they did to my naked body, themselves included. Mum had to agree that had surprised her as well that people could treat a woman like that, and more so that she could, but they had enjoyed seeing their first gangbang and more so as it was me.
Mum then told me she had seen quite a lot of people taking photographs and video of it all, so there would be lots of holiday pictures and videos that people would love to see being shown when they got home. Just think she said, hundreds of people could be watching what was done to you last night. I said there were lots around from some of my other times. Mum said it was funny that, because when she was on a short break in the capital, she had noticed a video in a sex shop window and the picture on the cover had a women being fucked and she had thought it had looked just like me then but had thought no more about it. I said, I had been fucked legless by a large group of men on a long weekend there a while back, a video had been taken, and I had heard him say he could make some money in the sex shops with it, but had thought no more of it, so it may well of been me. We all agreed that I would have a good story to tell Chas when we got home, and if I ever done it again they would love to be there, perhaps even thrash my ass herself. I assured them it probably would and they could. We all laughed.
When we arrived home mum did not waste any time telling Chas what I had been up to, what a whore and a slut I had been, that I must have been fucked by at least three to four dozen men probably a lot more, that she had lost count, and a donkey over the ten days, then added that they thought I deserved punishing for being such a dirty slut. He agreed and stripped me naked there in front of them, bent me over the sofa and gave my ass a good spanking while commenting about all the bites and marks that were over my sluttish body. Then after gave me a good fucking in my ass and cunt, treating my body rough, ten days worth of shagging as he put it.
The three of them then agreed that as I was such a whore, I should be treated as one and be ready and to be used whenever Chas wanted to. As they left for their homes mum said she and my aunty would like to see me used and gangfucked again. Chas said he would arrange something for them soon. I said I couldn’t wait.

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A Wedding

In the next century but one, when the Earth’s atmosphere has become poluted beyond imagination, Krista awakes on her wedding day

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Predatrix: Prelude

This short story gives all the background necessary for the series. The sequels will have a LOT more steamy stuff.
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POW 3

POW 3
I got to sleep in Don’s room for the first time that night. He slept on his side on one edge of the bed while I slept facing him, curled up much lower. Every time I opened my eyes, I got a close up glimpse of his cock. Thankfully it was July, and hot, so I wasn’t suffocating under sheets and comforters.
I woke up earlier than him, whether it was due to the strange nature-noises, or being in an unfamiliar bed, I don’t know. I watched his chest heave and fall as he breathed. His cock moved slightly with every breath. I watched in rapt fascination as it started to stiffen while he slept.
It grew from a flaccid three inches to a spongy five or six, then finally to a rock hard 6.5 to seven. Don shifted a bit in his sleep, sliding a few inches closer to me. I looked up to see if he was awake. His eyes stayed shut and his breathing remained regular. Tentatively, I moved forward and licked up the shaft. No response.
Emboldened, I started licking it up and down repeatedly. A low moan escaped his lips, but he didn’t wake up. Pushing it to the limit, I slid forward and took the head in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it before bobbing my head as silently and unobtrusively as I could, seeing how long I could pleasure him without waking him up.
His cock was soaked, and he kept moaning, but so far as I’d seen, he’d shown no signs of waking. I decided I’d take the next step, try and deepthroat him. Now, the way he was laying there made his rock hard cock stay fairly close to his stomach. I’d have to be slow about it, otherwise my head would brush him too much.
I went down about two inches and stopped, licking around the head, but waiting for any signs that he’d woken up. After nothing happened, I pressed a few inches further, slowly letting him slide into me, filling my mouth.
I jumped in shock as his hand flew to the back of my head and pushed me all the way down. I nearly gagged at the fast, sudden intrusion of his cock.
“Mmmph” I protested, barely able to get any sound out. He held me fast, letting me move an inch at times, then slamming me down. I had no doubt that it felt wonderful for him. After several seconds he finally let me come up for air.
As I lay there panting, he moved off the bed and walked over to the closet. I started at his nude body as he grabbed a spool of rope and some scissors. He knelt over me, letting me lick his balls while he quickly bound my wrists together and tied them off to the headboard. Moving downward, he tied a foot to each post, spreading me completely. To add to the helplessness, he spread me further by tying each knee off to the bedframe.
I looked up at him, completely at his mercy, and waited for what was coming. Don climbed onto the bed and knelt in between my legs, smiling at my obvious disadvantage. He ran his fingernails up my legs, stopping to poke at my hip flexors. I giggled at the ticklish feeling.
His right hand slowly slid upward and wrapped itself around my cock. I inhaled sharply at the foreign sensation of a hand on my dick. He placed his thumb on the sensitive spot blow my head and started softly massaging. I moaned, happy that my dick was finally getting some attention.
“No one has ever gotten you off before, huh?” His voice pulled me from my reverie.
“No Master.”
“How exciting,” he said with a smile, continuing to softly stroke me.
I laid my head back down, the feeling overwhelming me. The soft inexorable motion of his hand felt so good it almost drove me to the point of blissful numbness. In a hurry, I was ready to burst. Sensing my closeness, he let go and rubbed my legs once more.
I moaned in frustration.
“Uh uh,” he warned me. “You’re going to cum on my terms, not yours.”
“Yes Master.”
He continued running his hands around my helpless body, particularly enjoying my abs, and inner thighs, before he grasped me once more. This time he slid his hand up and down, a simple motion, that never the less had me straining against my bonds in ecstasy. In a few short moments, I could feel an orgasm beginning to rise within me.
“Oh God,” I moaned, preparing myself for the onslaught of cum. Then, at the last possible second, he stopped. “Oh God,” begging now.
He laughed. “I know my way around the male body. I can torment you for hours. Hell, you may not even cum today,” he grinned evilly. I shifted nervously, hoping that wasn’t the case, but knowing I could do absolutely nothing about it. “Maybe I’ll chain you to the post outside, and you can spend all day sucking me off. Over and over and over again. Would you like that?”
“Yes Master.”
“Mmmm,” he grasped my dick again. “Good Boy.”
He brought me to the edge and back time and time again. Soon I lost all track of time. I was building and building to the point where he’d only take two or three short strikes and I was ready to burst. My gasping moved to moaning, then to screaming. Now, I clenched my eyes shut and bit my lip. It was all I could do not to explode.
Finally it happened. He stroked me and didn’t stop. I felt my cock harden, and he kept going. I felt my balls tighten and the cum rising within me. Having been tormented for so long I started to scream. My cock just got harder and harder and harder until I thought it was going to fall off, but seconds later the first rope went blasting out. It looped up in the air and made a line from my bottom lip, halfway down my stomach.
One after the other followed, splashing across me somewhere. Seconds passed, and I thought for sure it would start to taper, but his practiced hand just kept drawing spurt after spurt. I covered myself, some dripped down to the bed. Instinctively I liked the drops that had made it onto my face. It was saltier than Don’s, but feeling it slide down my throat made me just as hot.
Finally his hand slowed, and the cum oozed rather than shot out. My screams died down even though my heartbeat didn’t. I breathed heavily, trying to catch up with what had happened.
“Than…thank you Master,” I managed to breathe hoarsely. He smiled and let me lick off what had gotten on his hands. I laid there, covered in my own seed while he slid on a pair of boxers.
He let me lie there in my own cum for a few moments before untying me. Weary and sore, I stretched my limbs and sat up. He allowed me to shower and clean the cum off myself before joining him in the kitchen. Completely drained, my dick lay limp while the warm water washed over me. I took my time cleaning myself, letting the water heal my sore, stretched arms and legs before stepping out and drying off.
I walked into the kitchen where he stood at the stove, frying some bacon for breakfast. His half hard cock poked through the slit in his boxers. I moved up behind him, pressing my nude body against his and reached around to stroke him. He smiled at me as my hand worked him to his full length.
Grinning, I moved to the floor and slid him in my mouth. He turned slightly sideways to make my job easier. I used my, for the first time, free hands to stroke the base of his shaft and play with his balls while I blew him.
He simply stared down appreciatively while finishing up breakfast. “Mmm,” he moaned, “I could let you do that all day.”
I smiled up at him without slowing my pace. He turned the stove off and piled bacon and eggs onto a plate for himself. I wondered what I was to eat while working his cock. He answered my question seconds later, grapping a tray of homemade donuts that had been cooling on the counter.
He grabbed both and walked over to the table, sitting down. I moved to take the seat across from him, but he shook his head. “On the floor under the table,” he commanded.
I complied, crawling beneath. He sat on the edge of the seat, spreading his legs for access. His balls hung off the edge of the chair. I licked and sucked on them while tugging his cock while he ate. I was careful to make it feel good, but not rush him to the point of orgasm. I was sure he’d want to save that for me later.
After a few minutes, he finished eating and slid his chair away from the table. He placed his dish in the sink then returned to the table where I knelt, waiting expectantly.
“Hungry?”
“Yes Master.”
“How does a donut sound?”
“Good Master.”
He grabbed one of the home made ones and held it out to me. I noticed it had a larger hole than most donuts did. My questions were answered in the next moment when he slid it on his cock.
“Watch the teeth,” he warned me.
I nodded and started in. They were pretty simple, just coated in sugar and soft. I ended up using my lips more than my teeth to pull bits off. I was hungry, soon all that remained was a bit of sugar clinging to his drool covered dick. I went all the way down on him, making a tight seal with my lips and licking slowly upwards with my tongue to clean the rest off.
“Good boy,” he told me.
“Thank you Master.”
“What do you say we go off into the woods again?”
“Yes Master.”
He grabbed another backpack and some equipment and prodded me out the door. We made it ten steps into the yard before he knocked me over and knelt on my back. Before I knew what was happening, my wrists were pulled behind me and cuffed together. There was a chain running from the cuffs on my wrist to ones that he locked around my ankles.
He hauled me to my feet. The chain connecting my ankles was agonizingly short. I had to take very careful measured steps. It was several minutes before I was into the brush and out of sight of the road.
We continued on, deep into the woods, I turned red, fully conscious of the spectacle I was putting on for him. We took a more direct route this time, arriving in only a few minutes.
I stood there in the center of the clearing, exposed while he unpacked some things. He stood there, pausing to think, then came over to me, unlocking my ankle cuffs, but leaving my wrists bound. Then he unlinked the chain leaving only the cold metal on my wrists.
He walked me over to the small shed off to the side. It was about ten feet wide and five feet deep. The front double doors had handles and a padlock holding them shut about chest high. There was also a half circle cut out of each about waist high.
He unlocked the doors and bent me over. Slowly shutting them, they closed around my neck holding me in place. He padlocked the doors and moved away. I struggled slightly, if only to test my restraints. They held me tightly in place. The shed roof was set a bit above the walls so some light streamed in. There was a chair and stool off to the side, and a battery powered lantern hanging from the ceiling. There was also a small 4’ high back door which soon opened.
Don came in and shut the little door behind him, setting the bag down. He was now nude and mostly hard, his cock pointing straight at my face. I licked my lips, knowing I was at the perfect height. He grinned and walked over to me, making sure to stand just far enough away so that I couldn’t reach. I strained against the doors, but they didn’t move an inch.
I shifted my body as deep into the hole as it would go, until the outside edges were digging into my shoulders and I still came up an inch short. I reached out with my tongue, and only then could I barely get a piece of him. I licked frantically, only succeeding in getting an inch of his dick wet.
He grinned evilly and pulled away, leaving me whimpering. He grabbed something from the bag, and before I could see what it was, a big red ballgag was shoved in my mouth. Now he walked closer, rubbing his cock on my face to taunt me.
He grabbed a paddle leaning against the corner, something I hadn’t seen before. Wooden, about a foot by three inches and solid wood. He twirled it and grinned at me before leaving the shed. I could hear his muffled steps outside, but they gave me little detail as to where he was. I thought nervously back to the paddle and awaited my fate.
“MMPH!” I yelled in shock as a hand reached between my legs and stroked my cock. His other hand motioned my legs apart, and I spread them wide, giving him better access. Something large and heavy closed tightly around each ankle. I tried to move them together, but wooden stocks held them in place.
I felt him fiddle around with the cuffs. After a few moments, my arms started to rise. They didn’t stop until they pointed at a 45 degree angle away from my back, putting me in a very uncomfortable position.
“Should I bind your cock and balls as well?”
“Mmph,” I protested, trying to find some semblance of the word no.
“Alright then,” I could just about hear his grin.
With no say in the matter, I felt him wrap thin piece of twine around my balls, separating them from my body. He must have tied them off to something below me because I felt them being pulled down even further. It was an interesting sensation of pain and restriction, one I longed to be out of.
His hand gently caressed my exposed ass. I tensed up, anticipating what was coming next, but he continued to rub me gently. Slowly, surely I relaxed. His hand ventured towards the front of me, grasping my restricted cock. Then, without warning he hit me. Hard. My scream into the gag was only obscured by the impossibly loud WHACK the paddle made against my ass. Already my cheeks stung with pain. I could only imagine how red they were.
I bit hard into the gag as he hit me twice more, just as hard as the first time. It sent waves of agony up and down my legs. Tears were streaming down my face. “Two more,” he informed me, and I braced myself. WHACK WHACK, they came one after the other, leaving me no time to react. The shock nearly knocked the wind out of me and I gasped around the ball gag for air.
I felt his hands move around to my hips, and the head of his cock poking my ass. “Mmmph,” I moaned into the gag as he slowly thrust into me. I tried to resist, but the stocks and ball bindings kept me held fast. I was nothing more than a pleasure toy for him now. He squeezed my ass and thrust in and out, faster, causing my body to move against the door, and against the rope around my balls. It wasn’t quite painful, but I was fully aware of all the sensations running through my body.
His cock slid in and out, not as painful as before. It gave me a feeling of fullness, of helplessness and of submission, feelings I found I enjoyed. While my first moan was of shock at so large a foreign object suddenly entering me, each that followed was in pleasure. The pleasure of being used, being taken, the joy of servicing another.
My cock grew hard while he fucked me, straining against the ropes that held my balls. He noticed and reached around, roughly grabbing hold.
“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He asked in ragged breaths.
“Mmm,” was the only response I could muster.
“Me too,” he said, rubbing a hand over my sensitive balls. He flicked one, causing me to scream into the gag and attempt to curl in on myself. The ropes held me uncomfortably spread.
He started thrusting harder, with the clear intent of getting himself off. I could feel him swelling within me, stretching my asshole, before his dick finally contracted in what, judging by the sounds he made, was a long pleasurable spurt. It continued to throb within me, drawing muffled moans out of my lips for several seconds.
He finished and pulled out, discarding the condom and making the round into the shed. He pulled the gag from my drooling mouth. I simply stayed there, still panting, staring at the floor, trying to get my breath back. He held his half flaccid cock out to me. I licked it clean, it tasted of condom, lube, and salty cum. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
He opened the doors, freeing my neck, and loosened my feet and wrists, though keeping them bound together. I stretched my weary legs, trying to stand up straight, until I realized my balls were still fastened to the floor, preventing me from doing so.
I knelt, standing with my legs half bent would have tired me quickly, and awaited his orders. With my wrists fastened tightly, there was nothing I could do but await his orders.
“I’ll be right back, sit tight,” he said with a laugh, dressed, and walked into the woods.

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Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

If you havent already, go and read the firsts parts. Again, sorry for the delay, but some of us have to have a holiday at some point. There may only be a couple more parts to all this.

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The Kink Palace

In the near future, a young Irish girl fulfills her fantasy of becoming a prostitute at Japan’s most expensive brothel: the Kink Palace, a place where there are no limits… only price-tags.

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Stress Test

In a world where virtual reality rules supreme, Casey uses an artificial double to safely suffer through some of the worst tortures a woman could ever experience. She loves every second of it.
Warning: This story contains very extreme, over-the-top depictions of BDSM and torture. It is a work of pure fantasy. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare

If you havent already, go and read the firsts parts. There will be more coming very soon, I have been convinced to carry on with it for a little while longer folks. There isnt anything particulaly sexy about this part, but its one of the most important pieces you will read if youre interested in the lifestyle.