Captured

Chapter 6: Introducing the Slave, and...

I woke up on a bed, dressed in a long, purple silk robe with matching stilettos. I saw a pleasant vision in the mirror, and and it was me! Look at that perfect makeup's and hair, charming.

"This is my fortune to hold steady! May I have your hand, my Dear?" Hubby was gallantly lending me his hand.

"You'll be the guest of honor at dinner. Everybody's waiting, so let's go!"

Thirty or forty formally attired men and women clapped when we entered the dining room five minutes later.

"Diane, my sweet jewel," it was Serge, "here, I want you on my left, your Hubby on my right. My dearest friends, now you can admire my latest acquisition. She is a rare treasure we cherish as the very best!"

The chorus clapped. Was I a Hollywood star? I had been sold and bought as a Slave ... or a pony-girl ... did all those men and women know?! Sure! They knew and were admiring my Masters' good fortune. Soup had been served and the other guests were eating, but I had no spoon ... how could I ...

"Now my dear, it's time to get into your role," Serge said, and turned to the waiter. I saw him coming with a pair of handcuff on a silver plate. Was I to be...?

"A good pony has no hands, to drive attention to your task. You'll have to silently lap your soup, lass."

Serge handcuffed me, hands at my back, and shackled my ankles, too. There I was, handcuffed hands and feet, lapping my soup ...and juicing. As the soup was taken away; they served an enormous roast. I quivered in expectation, then...

"Mark, Serge, we've admired your slave's charms and I guess it's time to feed her some meat. All the men think she has to eat it right from our laps. We'd like to have her crawl on all fours and... eat it ... eagerly."

"Sure, Buds! And you can, with our kind permission, pinch her flesh, your choice, if she doesn't eat correctly," Mark answered, handcuffing me in front."

"But a pony girl can't be so attired," Serge added, releasing the knot on my robe's right shoulder.

So I crawled, nude but for my chains, around the table, stirring my back, my breasts moving up and down, up and down. My first man was fully erect and had wrapped beef all around it. he fingered my nipples and then I began to nibble him ... Five minutes later I was submerged by his scum. When I had consumed half of the manly guests, Serge ordered that I have some from the women. That was an apt task, for some of them had conformed meat to their outer labia; they made me lick and eat: Others had deeply plugged their cunts so that I had to stick my tongue inside their cunts and eat ... wow! And all of them climaxed.

"My friends, may I have your attention for a moment? I think it's time for a special dessert. We have to be deprived of Diane presence for a while."

As Serge began to speak, someone, maybe a waiter, hog tied me by locking my hands on my back and linked them to my ankles cuffs. I was blindfolded and carroed off. Two minutes later, I guessed, they had laid me down on an enormous plate in the kitchen and tightly ball gagged me. They poured chocolate and vanilla and cream all over my body until I was fully sheltered by sweets and transformed into a big cake. Maybe all tje guests were to lick me and pinch ... and... Before I knew it, I was back in the dining room and they started to ... you know, I had such powerful orgasms, I passed out.

Two men pumping me at once recalled me to earth. I had been blindfolded and sandwiched ... ooh ... I was fucked everywhere ... they climaxed together ... yelling, and hurled me to the floor.

"Time to put her in the barn for the night, Mark!"

"Good!" Hubby answered, cuffing my right hand to the left ankle and the same to the others. When we got to the stable, he said, "We want you to rest a while, slave-slut, so we allow you to be truly tied up for the night. Mark, do you agree?"

"Sure, my friend."

"Please no, don't tie me too much tighter ... I'm tired. ouch!"

"Shut up bitch, you'll be tied up and gagged as we choose!"

First of all the crotch-rope ... hmmm... good and tight; then they wrapped my legs in rope, cords digging into my flesh ... bound my forearms together in front and then between my breasts to my torso ... inserted an inflatable penis gag into my mouth and pumped it well. Finally, they made me lie down and tied my nipples to rings on the wall.

"Good night, slave! Suck that prick eagerly, all night long, until you fall asleep. If you fail, we'll consider it an offense to your Masters and punish you. The liquid's level will test your docility to our whims ... bye bye."

I was alone again and sucking a creamy cognac ...captured and as happy as ever in my life thanks to my dreamy Masters

To be continued