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Hasan smoked his cigar with immense pleasure has he watched Aurelia’s bruised young body quiver in dread at his feet. When he had had enough of his smoke, he ordered his naked bitch to kneel at his feet again and open her mouth and stick her tongue out. The girl was afraid that he wanted another blowjob already, but Hasan knew that there was no need to rush using the girl for his own sexual relief and simply used her tongue to put out his cigar. Aurelia cringed in pain, but she could not protest. Her vocal chords were numb with terror after enduring the brutal rape of her poor virgin pussy.
Soon, however, her bodily functions brought her out of her total disconnection from herself as she realized that she needed to piss. She was so afraid to speak to her Master that it took her several minutes to even get a brief request out.
“M…m..master?” she trilled in a whisper
Hasan waited several seconds before acknowledging her despondently
“You may speak, bitch for 10 seconds”
10 seconds was enough, but Aurelia knew she could not delay her response
“I need to use a bathroom, Master. The water you gave me earlier has OW!”
Hasan slapped her before she finished and spoke
“Worthless bitch, conserve your words. Do not overestimate what you are by thinking your prattle deserves to be heard”
That was all he said. Aurelia was almost panicked. She had already waited longer than she should have to ask out of fear and being so removed from her own body. She thought her Master might kill her if she pissed in his expensive limo. The naked slave feared her would beat her if she spoke again, but what choice did she have?
“Pl..please Master. Pl..please may I use a toilet?”
Hasan looked at his new sex slave viciously and pulled her towards him by her bruised nipple and answered her as he slapped her big tits
“Stupid cunt, no you may not use a toilet. You will never use a toilet again. Sometimes you will serve as a toilet and be thankful for that honor, but you will always piss and shit like the animal you are and you will beg for permission to do it”
Aurelia’s bladder was too full to argue now or think about the ramifications of her Master’s words, but she at least grasped at what she thought he wanted her to do right then.
“Master, please, please may I piss like the animal I am? Please, I wish to piss from my animal cunt…if it pleases you, Master”
Hasan was impressed. For a virgin that showed no signs of enjoying this experience, she was articulate in her vulgarity. Perhaps she was gifted as a natural born whore after all. He said nothing, but pressed a button on a remote control in his pocket. A console appeared out of the center of the limo seat and contained among many things a used dog collar and leash. Hasan gave his slave another order
“Squat on your hind legs and bring your wrists up to your chest and flop your hands towards me if to beg like a dog. Keep your thighs spread as much as you can and push your shaved cunt forward. Stick your tongue out and pant like you understand your place while you do this”
Aurelia took a second to interpret the command and understood that her Master meant for her to position herself exactly like a dog would to beg for a treat. Still, she needed to piss quite badly so she hurried into the position. Hasan thought the slut looked utterly delectable with her tongue wagging out of her gaping mouth, looking unwittingly eager to be collared. He buckled the dog collar tightly around the bitch’s neck and attached it to a leash as he called his chauffeur on his cell phone and requested for him to stop the car.
Hasan moved towards the limo door and opened it with his
remote. Aurelia realized that he was going to take her out of the limo collared
and leashed like a dog. That was one thing, but she knew what being a naked
woman in
Hasan knew what she must be thinking and spoke to her with glee
“Bitchcunt, you will crawl out on your hands and knees and be led like a dog on my leash. You had better hurry. If someone sees you, you will surely be beaten to death”
Aurelia knew that his words were true and scampered to follow her Master on her hands and knees. When she was let out of the limo, she saw that the area was very rural and that there was no motor traffic in sight. She could see a pack of men on camels in the corner of her eye, but estimated that it would be a few minutes before they could see her clearly as a naked slut out in the open. Aurelia scurried behind her Master and tried to ignore the bruises she was getting on her knees from the rough terrain of the rocky desert. Hasan spoke to her again
“Bitchcunt, squat again as you did before with your tongue wagging and your hands begging like a dog”
Aurelia complied quickly as her Master stared at her in disdain for several seconds before speaking to her again.
“Now piss”
Aurelia felt that she was about to burst and was thankful to be able to relieve herself despite being forced into such a shameful public position. She could see the camel herders getting closer, but she simply concentrated on what her Master told her and pissed herself as quickly as she could while keeping her mouth wide open and tongue dangling. When she finished she automatically spoke before catching herself
“Thank y..”
The naked bitch looked at her Master quizzically as if to understand from his eyes if she was allowed to thank him or if she should never speak unless spoken to. Hasan understood the look she gave him and answered her.
“Poor filthy doggiebitch. You know you should be thankful to your Master for allowing you to piss yourself like an animal out here, but you know you must not speak. You should crawl over here and lick my shoes in gratitude, bitch.”
Aurelia obeyed him quickly as she was becoming increasingly concerned by the approaching herders. Her Master, however, took his own sweet time in enjoying the sight of his lovely young slut lapping at his shoe. Finally he responded
“Well, soiled bitch, now that your filthy cunt is dripping piss, I wont allow you back into my limo.”
Hasan led the girl by the leash to the trunk of his car and opened it. Aurelia felt it must have been more than 100 degrees Fahrenheit and she feared she would die of heatstroke inside the trunk, but Hasan signaled for her to put herself in the box that she had woken up in inside the back of the trunk. Aurelia knew that the herders could probably see her by now and could not afford to lose any time, so she placed herself into the box.
Hasan hogtied her elbows together behind her back, which he knew would be extremely painful for the girl to hold for a long time. He then tied her feet to her wrists as well which made her plump breasts protrude at an extreme angle. He looked at his acquisition with satisfaction in his eyes before putting a water bottle in her mouth and shutting the box and the trunk of the limo.
Aurelia’s muscles felt the pain of the extreme tension of inhuman position that the ropes kept her in. The box was completely dark and unbearably hot. She wanted to scream for help, but she was sure that if she let the water bottle out of her mouth that she would die of dehydration before her Master let her out. So, the bound slave remained still and silent for the rest of the ride. All sorts of thoughts rushed through her head: plans of escape, thoughts of revenge, recent memories of trauma, ghastly visions of what was next to come. But for now, she was completely helpless and alone in the dark of the baking hot trunk.
Aurelia thought her arms were near the point of being dislocated from the binding when the car stopped and she heard the trunk open. Hasan opened the box containing his new slut with the excitement of a child opening a Christmas present. Just the thought of her sweating bound perfect body in the box made him hard. Aurelia still had the water bottle between her teeth but released it to scream as she saw her Master bring a knife closer to her body. Hasan slapped her protruding tits hard several times before releasing her from her bonds. He spoke to her in his deep threatening voice,
“I made it clear to you earlier that fuckbitches are meant to be used and not heard. Since you are unable to control your barking, you will be gagged”
Hasan took a red ball gag out from the trunk and forced it into the pretty slave’s mouth. It was large and it hurt her jaw, and Aurelia assumed that was why he chose such a large gag. Her master then removed the collar around her neck and replaced it with a tight leather band that attached to her gag and went around her head. Now the leash was attached to a hook in the front of the gag. Hasan pulled Aurelia out of the box in the trunk by her mouth and signaled for her to return to her hands and knees at his feet. They were in a closed garage. She knew nothing of her whereabouts or how long she had been in the trunk. Hasan said nothing to her and lead her by her mouth leash to the entrance of his house.
Aurelia crawled quickly to avoid falling and being dragged on her knees. Upon entering the house, she felt awed by its size and lavishness. The tiles were Peruvian marble, each sculpture in the foyer was worth an easy fortune and the ceilings were majestically high and covered with ornate Arabic engravings. Then she heard someone coming to them. A very pretty and petite Asian girl came crawling towards them as fast as she could. She crawled towards the Master and kissed and licked his feet with expressed alacrity. Aurelia noticed the girl was wearing seemingly painful nipple clamps over her augmented breasts and was dildo stuffed in both her asshole and pussy. As she looked closer, she could see the clear marks of severe abuse on this little Asian slave. Her labia lips showed repeated cigarette burns, her entire body showed scars of severe beatings, cuts and even burnings. Aurelia began to shake in fear at the prospect that this might happen to her. Still, there was something even more disturbing about the scene. This Asian girl...her enthusiasm for licking her Master’s feet seemed so genuine and unnecessarily eager. Aurelia couldn’t understand it. Then, the Master gave the Asian slave an order in what sounded like Japanese and she immediately responded in a high whisper. Now Aurelia was even more confused. This girl’s eyes were surely too large to be of a Japanese girl and her features just didn’t seem right for it. But alas, she assumed the girl was Japanese. She looked so abused, yet she expressed nothing but gratitude and adoration for the Master. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome. Maybe the Asian slave had lost her mind from the abuse. Aurelia thought she’d rather end up dead than like the poor deranged girl before her.
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