The crop danced once on my breasts and I jumped, struggling to hold the position. I could
feel the heat of the lash on my skin.
"I will repeat it one more time. What are you?"
"A human being, Sir?"
The crop landed again, harder causing me to jerk back again, "No, you are a slave.
Bend down and rest your head on the floor, don`t move your legs."
I obeyed, displaying my ass to his crop and with my legs splayed, my pussy was open to
him, also. I felt my face turning a bright red. How could he expect me to know the right
answer? I felt irritation brewing in me.
"What am I, Slave?"
"You are my.... Master?" The carpet muffled my voice.
"Good, you may not be so stupid after all. Now girl, what is your purpose?"
"To serve you, Sir?" I ventured hopefully.
"Good enough for now." He fastened cuffs to each of my ankles and then attached
a bar between them. I could not have closed my legs now no matter how hard I tried. He
added a chain from the collar around my neck to the bar effectively locking me in this
position. This panicked me and I began to struggle. He laughed long and deep.
"Gods, girl. You are a tasty treat like that. I can taste your fear," the crop
lazily caressed my ass and I trembled, feeling my arousal dampening my body, knowing he
could see it. "I can smell your arousal. You will be a masterpiece when I am done
with you. You will be a slave completely, for it is in you to be so. You dream of chains
and cages, of men stronger than you, you dream they will take you down to your deepest
fear and use you again and again. All this I will do."
With no warning, he thrust himself into my wet pussy, using my body for his pleasure and
not mine. I cannot explain the sensation of agony and pleasure. The realization that what
he said was true and he was doing it already. He kept thrusting until he came and then
pulled out. He left me there, bent, chained, dripping his cum on the floor. I wanted to
scream in frustration at my unsatisfied need. I heard the shower going.
What was I thinking to get myself into this situation? What would I find at the end of
the two weeks? Did I really want to become a sex toy? Was there more to submitting than
just being someone`s sex toy? The air was cool on my exposed pussy and my nipples brushed
on the carpet, teasing my body with each breath. Part of me hated this, and yet I wanted
this. Gods, I had never felt this alive before.
I heard him enter and stand near me, watching. I wanted to speak, but the contract had
specified I would not speak unless asked to. I wasn`t going to screw up because my mind
wouldn`t stop asking questions.
I heard him moving, opening a drawer and then the sound of something moving sharply
through the air. A whip? The crop he had used before? I tensed against the pain I could
only imagine. I had never been whipped or flogged before, other than the small corrections
earlier. I feared this part of my submission, yet I was excited to try it. So many books,
so many stories, each teasing my mind for this very moment.
A knock on the door stopped the practice swishing of his whip. I knew from my entrance
earlier that I was in direct line of sight of the door. He wouldn`t answer it; he wouldn`t
do that to me. I heard his steps move toward the door and it open. I tried to move, but I
was helpless. I bit my lip, struggling to keep back the keening sounds of fear.
"Hi Ken, how did it work out?" a deep voice asked. "Oh, there she is,
God`s what a lovely ass!"
This couldn`t be happening, my mind screamed. This was hard enough with just him; I
couldn`t do this with another person in the room. Fear took over me and I struggled
frantically to free myself of these bonds. There was nothing I could do.
"Silence!" the crop lashed my ass sharply.
I had not realized I was saying anything, but I bit my lip and tried to keep the scream
of fear that was building in me.
"Untrained, but gods, she looks good. I think she will mark well if that was any
example," the other man said with obvious pleasure. "Is she tight?"
"Yes," Ken, my Master, replied, "I doubt she had gotten any in a long
time. I plan to start anal training as soon as possible. It is one of the things she fears
most, so I bet she will be exceptional at it."
I tried to lift my head to beg that he not do that to me, but I couldn`t. I whimpered in
fear. I thought he had asked my fears so he would not go there. This was not what I had
planned.
"I could help," the other man offered. "Dierdre is not well, so I have no
playmate for the night."
"Excellent! I`ll get the oil. Warm her up, Kyle. I was just about to give her twenty
when you came over."
"No! Please No!" I screamed, struggling again, "This isn`t what I
thought... please no! Don`t whip me!"
A few moments later a thick gag shaped like a penis was shoved into my mouth further
increased my helplessness. It pressed back far into my mouth, almost gagging me.
With no warning the second man began to thrash my ass with the crop. Hot licks of pain
spread over me. I screamed into the gag, struggling to escape the lash, never succeeding.
There was a pause and then their voices came from a distance.
"Here."
"She marks well. I will have to be careful not to give her too much."
Cool oil dripped over my hot skin and then there was pressure against my asshole. I
struggled again, but someone`s fingers wrapped into my hair pulling hard to keep me still.
He was too big; he wouldn`t fit. Which one was it?
"Relax, slave, push and then relax," Kyle`s voice whispered into my ear.
I tried to obey, and he pushed in as I relaxed. Too big, oh gods, where was Sarah? Why
had she allowed me to do this? Deeper, thicker he entered. I was being torn in half.
And then he began to move, slowly at first. The oil kept it from hurting too much, but
the sensation was overwhelming. One cock in my mouth and the other in my ass and my body
burned from the whipping and from need. Oh god, it hurt, it felt good. What were they
doing to me? The agony and pleasure lasted forever. My world narrowed to the two cocks in
me, I sucked the gag in time with his thrusts and felt him stiffen and thrust one hard
time, filling me.
He pulled out with a deep sigh of pleasure. "Gods that was something else. She is
going to be something else when you are done with her." He patted my ass like I was
faithful dog.
I heard them talk some more, share some coffee, leaving me like that, the cool air
soothing my body. After some time, he left. I was alone again with my Master. I had
cried myself out and felt an odd sense of resignation falling over me. He had let someone
else come in and fuck me. This wasn`t what I had thought, but it was real. This was
sexual slavery. I had given up my choice when I let him snap the collar around my neck.
When he touched me again, I jerked in fear; but he was tender now, whispering softly in
my ear as he removed the bonds and gag, lifting me in his arms. He carried me into the
bathroom and gently put me in a tub of warm water. He bathed me, speaking soothingly to me
like I was a spooked horse. Still, he did not remove the blindfold. I wanted to beg him
to remove it, but I knew my pleas would not change his mind.
When he was done, he lifted me up again and carried me to another room, laying me on a
bed. He rolled me onto my stomach and began to massage my back and shoulders. They ached
from having been bound in one position for so long. He rubbed me until I purred in comfort
and relaxation.
I felt him lie next to me, one arm over my body, "What are you girl?"
"Your slave," I whispered softly.
"And who am I?"
"You are my Master."
"And what is your purpose?"
"To please you, Master."
"To please me in all things," he corrected gently.
"To please you in all things, Master."
"Do you think you pleased me tonight?"
I did not see the verbal trap, "I think so Master."
Quickly, he moved my hands to the small of my back and snapped metal handcuffs on me.
Unprepared, I did not resist.
"You told me `No.` You dared to order me and then think you pleased me?" the
anger in his tone rose and I began to tremble.
He got up and moved around. There was the swish in the air and the sharp hot pain of
leather on my already tender skin. I screamed and rolled over to protect myself, falling
to the floor. The leather fell again, on my front now, striking my breasts, burning my
nipples, and ripping a louder scream from me. He did nothing to stop my movements, but
gave me lash after lash. The leather found my breasts, ass and pussy no matter how I moved
or curled. I twisted as much as I could to protect myself.
When the whipping stopped and I lay sobbing on the floor, he forced a ball gag into my
mouth and pulled me by the collar around my neck. He actually managed to lift me from the
ground and toss me into something. I could feel the cold metal under me and around me. It
was a small metal cage. I heard the door slam and a lock snick into place.
"Sleep well."
There was the sound of a shutting door and then nothing. I freaked. I screamed behind the
gag and shook and threw myself against the sides, door and roof, not caring how much it
hurt. Eventually, I lay exhausted on the floor of the cage, sobbing myself into sleep.
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