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The Continuing Chronicles of Alexa:
Part One - Captured for 3-Hole Sex Slavery
by Brazen Bitch
LesbianBDSM@gmail.com
The
leather-clad master looked down at the naked slave whose sweating welt-covered
body she was vigorously fucking with her 9½ inch strap-on and smiled as she
watched her thick tool move in and out of the slut's super tight asshole while
her tits, their nipples tightly clamped bounced around beneath her. It was a certain
bet that when her evening had started yesterday, the girl had no idea that she
would end up like this: naked, beaten, gagged, hands cuffed behind her back,
servicing the woman she'd tried to tease and manipulate only hours earlier.
Moments
before, the girl had been on her knees, head tiltled back, face pressed tightly
to the woman’s cunt, her mouth open wide as the woman pissed a hot stream down
her throat. She swallowed every precious golden drop. When the woman had
stopped using her as a toilet, she hadn’t released her, instead she’d humped
her face for what had seemed like an eternity to the oxygen-deprived girl as
she brought herself to a massive climax. Releasing the death grip she’d had on
her slave’s hair, the woman had collapsed into a nearby chair as the girl had
slumped bonelessly to the floor, gasping for air as she was finally able to
breath again. The woman had recovered more quickly than the girl had thought
possible and the slave found herself bent over the arm of a leather couch as
her asshole was fucked for a second time that evening.
Before
her turn as a piss receptacle, the girl had been attached to an X-frame and her
back had been flogged without mercy. She had not been gagged, and she’d
screamed out her agony with each stroke of the bullwhip. Then the whipping had
stopped, and before she’d known what was happening, she’d been released, only
to be turned around and strung back up. She’d watched as the woman stood before
her, with the instrument of torture curled in her hand, staring and smiling at
her, waiting for her to be properly secured. Horrified, the girl watched her
shake it out and rear back. The first blow fell onto her left breast with
precision, and the following one fell onto her right breast. This was even
worse than the earlier whipping of her back and the cropping she’d endured on
her butt and the back of her legs. Ignoring her screams, the woman methodically
flogged her from her breasts to her knees.
Yes,
it was definitely not how she’d expected to be spending her evening. If only
she hadn’t gone out that night, but she had and she’d been captured, and
brought here to suffer. As soon as she'd laid eyes on the girl at the bar, strutting
her stuff and doing her little I'm-so-special princess routine, the woman had
known that the little bitch would be a real prize even if the girl was clueless
to her own potential as a three-hole fuck-suck sex slave. The woman had gone to
the bar on a mission. The entrance was discreet, and inside it was
well-appointed, but not remarkable. Since she was not there to evaluate the
decor, it held little interest for her.
Her
quest was very specific - to capture a new sex slave, and she scanned the
available offerings. The women present were all attractive to varying degrees.
Some were obviously more physically-gifted, while others clearly made an effort,
doing the best with what they had. After all, not everyone can win the genetic
lottery. Most were stylish-dressed in a variety of ways, from understated
upscale to expensively casual. Still, none excluded that special something she
was looking for. She did not want to take just any woman. There had to be a
certain aura about her, even if it were not readily apparent.
Finally,
her laser blue gaze fell on a little minx who clearly thought that she was
something special. A petite green-eyed blonde, not only was she blessed with an
abundance of good looks, not necessary for the woman’s purpose although it was
always a pleasant bonus, but it was obvious that she also spent time working
out - not with heavy weights like the woman who was quite muscular beneath her
beautifully-tailored clothes - probably doing aerobics or perhaps Pilates. The
woman had broad shoulders, a wide back tapering to a narrow waist, rippling
abs, and a rock-hard ass. Her arms and thighs were large and well-defined. The
girl, on the other hand, was lithe and very lightly muscled, and that was good
as it meant that she would be very flexible, a physical quality the woman
prized because for what she had in mind, a flexible and supple body was
important.
She
continued to watch unobtrusively as the girl smiled and flirted with a number
of admirers, flipping her hair and smiling insincerely. Her attitude seemed to
verge on letting them know that she unattainable, but that they were welcome to
try. Eventually, the girl noticed the woman in the corner and made her way over
to her in a subtle, round-a-about way. Most people would not have noticed it,
but her meandering had a definite path, until finally she stood in front of the
woman.
"You're
not drinking?" The girl asked.
"I
just came in." answered the woman. "What about you?"
"
Catching
the bartender's eye, the woman leaned over the wide wooden surface and ordered
a cranberry juice without ice and the Mexican beer. When the bartender returned
with her order, she laid a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and used a slight nod
to let her know that change was not required. Smiling her thanks at the
attractive woman, the bartender retreated to serve another customer.
As
she turned to hand the girl her beer, the woman noted she seemed surprised that
she'd left over ten dollars as a tip. So many treated hospitality workers
without respect, but the woman was not one of them. She appreciated their hard
work and knew that with their low hourly wage meant that tips were important.
Of course, the woman was aware that the girl was trying to gauge the heft of
her wallet, and likely thought that only a rich person would leave such a big
tip.
In
fact, the woman was rich, but she'd earned her money, starting out with nothing
and through her own hard work, natural smarts and good timing, she'd managed to
amass quite a fortune while she was still young enough to enjoy it. Now she
worked because she wanted to, not because she had to, and in a field that she
liked. The money she had meant that she had the freedom, the time and the funds
to indulge in her many passions, including hunting, capturing and training this
girl as her new sex slave.
The
girl looked her up and down, "I saw you watching me, but I haven't seen
you here before."
"It's
my first time here." The woman smiled inwardly – and probably my last she
thought to herself - as the girl thrust out her chest. Idly, the woman she
wondered if it was an unconscious or a deliberate move on her part. No matter,
she’d do it soon enough in the precise manner proscribed by the woman.
The
girl felt a little confused because she couldn't understand why the woman
didn't seem to notice her assets. "Well, it's a nice place. I know the
owner."
"You
seem like you know most of the people in here."
"Well,
you know how it is, when you go somewhere a lot, it gets so you know
everyone."
"Indeed."
"So
where are you from?" Asked the girl.
The
woman didn't want to play games, at least not the ones the girl was interested
in. "Would you like to get out of here?"
"Uh,
sure."
"I
have my car outside."
"What
kind of car do you have?"
The
woman smiled, "You'll see for yourself in just a moment, but I promise
that you won't be disappointed."
"Alright
then. I'll just have to trust you." Said the girl, completely unaware of
the irony in the statement she'd just made.
"I
need to make a quick call. Perhaps you'd like to say goodbye to your friends
while I use the phone."
"Uh,
no that's okay."
The
woman took note of that. So, the girl was not close to anyone here even though
she claimed to know the owner. Well, that would be a bonus.
"Just
give me a moment, then." The woman smiled at the girl as she spoke briefly
and so quietly into her tiny cell phone that her companion was not able to hear
what she said. Putting the device into her pocket, she turned to the girl and
said, "Okay, let's go."
She
placed a hand in the small of the girl's back as they walked out of the bar. As
they reached the large glass doors, the girl stopped abruptly as she saw the long
black car parked right in front of the bar. "Wow, you have a limo?!"
She gasped.
"I'm
against drinking and driving", said the woman. "So I always have
designated driver when I go out."
"I
thought you had a cranberry juice."
The
woman's only response was a throaty chuckle as she held the bar's door for the
girl. Then her driver held the limo door for both of them.
"Is
this a rental?" Questioned the girl as she climbed inside the long black
car.
The
woman looked at her strangely as she settled beside her prey, "Of course
not."
"No?"
Stuttered the girl.
"No."
"Oh!
Your driver is a woman."
"The
majority of my employees are female."
The
girl evaluated the woman beside her on the butter-soft black leather seat. So
this woman had employees? It was getting better and better. I'll get her hooked
on me, she thought to herself. And it will all flow from that. Over the past
few years, she'd never been one to dally with women who did not have money to
lavish on her; her lovers had all been quite generous, but perhaps she'd hit pay
dirt with this one. She was obviously well-off. It wasn't just the car and the driver.
It was also the way she carried herself, with a certain assurance, a strong confidence
that was not arrogance.
And
although her clothing was casual, it was elegant and obviously expensive.
Perhaps even tailor-made. She was also very attractive with curling
shoulder-length black hair, bright blue eyes and a stunning smile. Perhaps she
was a bit more muscular than the girl was used to, but she found it sexy. Well,
truthfully, maybe it was the obvious wealth, but going to bed with her would
not be a chore. She wondered how long it would last, and how much she'd be able
to get from the woman and what sort of gifts she could expect. The girl glanced
at the raised privacy screen as she waited for the woman to make some sort of
move, but she remained on her side of the seat. Finally, unable to stay silent
any more, the girl turned to the woman.
"Where
are we going?"
"Are
you hungry?"
"I
guess I could eat something."
"Have
you ever been to Le Scaramouche?"
"Uh,
no."
"Then
it will be a new experience for you." Replied the woman. The first of many
for you this evening, she thought to herself. Then she leaned forward slightly
and touched an intercom button. "Le Scaramouche", she requested.
Over
the next hour or so, the woman charmed the girl as she engaged her in
conversation. Her guest found her to be an amazing dinner companion. Without
realizing how the woman was accomplishing it, the girl found herself telling
her a great deal about her life. She explained how she was estranged from her
family and had been making her own way in her life. They hadn't been happy to
find out that she was a lesbian, so she'd left home quite young.
She'd
managed to finish high school, while working part-time in a call centre and
living in a rooming house, and she'd even started at a junior college, but had
dropped out midway through the first semester. She'd moved to this more
cosmopolitan city to start a new life and get away from an annoying old
girlfriend who’d wanted more commitment than she’d been willing to give. And while
she'd been dating several women, there was no one serious in her life at the
moment, although she was keeping hope alive to meet that special someone. She
grinned impudently and looked the woman right in the eye for an extended moment
as she made that revelation.
The
woman told the girl that she had worked her way through university and law
school. Of course, there was more to it than that. She'd invested her money and
had done well in business. Not that the girl needed to know those details, or
that she was a millionaire a great many times over. The girl was thrilled to
hear that this woman was a professional, a lawyer and a businesswoman, and
obviously a very successful one at that. The girl told herself that she would
give this woman a good time in bed and be a nice little trophy on her arm. And
in return, she was sure the woman would be very generous. Like so many of the
rest had been. Even it only lasted a month or so, she would do very well, and
she was really hoping for something longer.
Watching
her surreptitiously, the woman could almost see the cash register in the girl's
eyes, and smothered her amusement. Yes, this one would do just fine. She was
attractive, and although not well-educated – something that would change in the
future because the woman believed that formal schooling – she had a certain inborn
smarts. Perhaps call it cunning as it had allowed her to survive in less than
stellar circumstances. Innate intelligence was important as woman did not care
for stupid girls because it was not a mindless drone she sought. Still, she mused
to herself, it wasn't about how one started out, but where one ended up. She,
herself, was certainly living proof of that.
She
was indeed planning to be very generous, although not in the way the girl
thought because, of course, the girl had no real idea of just what the woman
had planned for her. By the time the woman was done with her, the girl would be
the ultimate three hole fuck-suck sex slave, trained to an exacting standard in
the service of a very demanding master. And once she was well on that very
specialized training path, the woman would see to it that the girl also
attended one of the best universities.
"Perhaps
you'd like to have dessert at my house?" the woman suggested.
Ah,
thought the girl to herself, now it finally starts. "That would be
great," she said aloud. Patience she told herself. Soon enough she'd get
the woman into the bedroom and demonstrate her superior love-making skills,
honed from years of satisfying her benefactors in return for their generosity.
The
woman caught the eye of a hovering waiter, and with a subtle move of her head,
let him know that she wanted the bill. When he brought it to the table a few
moments later, the girl wondered how he knew that it was not the dessert menu
she wanted. She noticed that the woman did not even look at the amount as she
placed her diamond AMEX card on top of the small slip of paper. A few moments
later, they were out of the restaurant and back in the limo. This time the girl
sat closer to the woman who did not seemed to notice her attempt at
physicality.
The
girl glanced out the window and noted that they were driving through a very
expensive part of town, the distance between the homes was significantly
greater than in other parts of town. Eventually, the car turned into a long
driveway and stopped at a large set of wrought iron gates. A moment later they
swung open and the limo proceeded up an even longer driveway. It turned and
suddenly, a large house came into view and the girl was stunned at its
magnificence. Her companion took silent note of her reaction with some
satisfaction. Then the car was stopping, and the driver was opening the door.
The girl looked into the impassive driver's face as she stepped from the car,
gallantly assisted by the woman.
It
was only a few steps to the house, but before they reached it, the door was
opened by another woman who looked very similar to the driver, or perhaps,
mused the girl as she entered the mansion, it was just her bearing. As they
passed through the door and stepped into a giant foyer with a marble floor, the
woman addressed her servant, "I'd like tea in the library." The servant
did not speak, just nodded silently. And that was when the girl realized that
the driver had also remained silent.
"You
have a maid?"
"A
butler." Corrected the woman. "And the driver doubles as a
bodyguard."
The
girl shook her head. Bodyguard?
Turning,
the woman led the way to what turned out to be a large library. The massive
room was filled with books, large plants and comfortable leather furniture. Despite
the fact that it was not cold, there was a roaring fire large fireplace and hand-knotted
oriental rugs were laid over highly polished hardwood floors. Following the
woman into the room, the girl noticed that the woman did not immediately take a
seat, so she did not either. It was only a few moments later that the butler
entered the room bearing a large silver tray. The bodyguard also entered the
room and closed the double doors behind them all as the butler placed the tray
on a small antique table near a leather wing chair.
Straightening
up, the butler made no attempt to leave the room and went to stand beside the
bodyguard. The girl thought that they could almost have been twins as they
stood sentinel at the door. Glancing at the table, the girl noticed that there
was a beautifully-wrought silver tea service on the tray, and that there was only
one china cup. And there was no dessert. Wondering what the hell was going on,
and feeling quite confused, the girl stared uneasily at the woman who stared
back at her in what could only be termed as a very predatory way. Suddenly, she
felt very nervous and she wondered what the hell was going on. Was this going
to be some sort of kinky 4-way? She wasn't a prude, but she hadn't countered on
that. She was just about to demand "what the fuck" when the woman
spoke.
"I’d
like to thank you for coming, Alexa, and now I'm going to explain the situation
to you."
Feeling
even more uncertain, the girl blurted, "Situation? What do you mean? What's
going on here?"
"It's
very simple actually, Alexa." Stated the woman. "I am a sadistic lesbian
dominant and I recognize you as a masochistic lesbian submissive, so I have selected
you to become my new sex slave." The woman seated herself in the leather wing
chair as the butler poured tea into the cup and handed it to her without adding
either milk or sugar to it.
Idly,
the girl noted the brand as Twinnings Earl Grey, but she could not believe her
ears. "You must be kidding!"
"I
assure you, Alexa, that I am not."
The
girl was stunned for a moment, then she found her voice, and screamed at the
woman. "Fuck you, bitch!"
"Indeed
there will be fucking, Alexa, but that will come a bit later. Right now, I want
you to remove your clothes."
"In
your wet dreams, you fucking sicko! I'm outta here. And right now." The
girl turned and headed for the door, but her way was blocked by the bodyguard
and the butler.
"Get
out of my way." She snarled. "I swear to god that I'll kick both your
asses."
"I
doubt very much that you could do that, Alexa. They are both highly-skilled
martial artists. As am
The
girl began to back away from the woman, "NO! I don't think so!!" She
yelled as she reached into her jacket pocket and removed a silver-handled
switchblade which she held in a casual, yet deadly manner.
"Well,
I see you've made your choice, Alexa. The hard way it is."
Enfuriated,
the girl flicked the blade open to reveal a lethal length. Holding it before her,
she snarled, “Stop saying my name in every sentence!”
“Why?”
Asked the woman, “It is your name after all, isn’t it?” Her tone was mocking.
At
a nod from the woman, the butler and the bodyguard seized the girl. She had not
even seen or heard them move towards her and before she knew what was
happening, she had been disarmed. Despite her struggles, she was quickly and easily
subdued. Her arms were forced behind her as leather handcuffs were buckled
tightly around her wrists and a ball gag was inserted in her mouth and tightly secured.
Then, as the bodyguard held her in an iron grip, the butler sliced her designer
clothes from her with her own switchblade until they lay in shreds on the floor
and she was completely nude. Finally, she was forced to her knees in front of
the smiling woman who sipped her tea and watched it all smiling silently, as
she clearly enjoyed the show being staged for her benefit.
"Now
then, that's so much better, don't you think, Alexa?" The woman asked when
she finally spoke. "It's good to finally see you as you should be – naked,
restrained and on your knees in front of me."
The
girl could only glare at her defiantly and mumble obvious curses around her gag
as she was held firmly in place.
The
woman looked up from perusing the girl's nudity and addressed to her butler and
bodyguard. "I was not wrong about her. She's indeed a very fine specimen.
I do believe that she'll do very nicely. Secure her ankles and attach a
spreader bar to the restraints, then you may leave while I talk to her. I’ll
ring when I need you."
Moving
as quickly and efficiently as they had previously, they placed the girl's
ankles in matching leather cuffs and attached a requested spreader bar to them
so that she was not able to bring either her feet or knees together. Next, they
attached her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs, causing her back to arch slightly,
the effect being to thrust out her breasts. Then they attached the bar to a hook
counter-sunk into the floor and left the library, all still without speaking.
Now the naked girl knelt upright, gagged and bound in place before her new
master, at least physically ready to commence her new life as a sex slave.
The
woman poured herself another tea and looked her new acquisition over slowly
with obvious pleasure. "Nice skin. Very smooth, very peaches and cream. It
will mark well. Those breasts are beautiful. Not large, but that's not really
necessary for what I enjoy. And those large delectable-looking nipples. Very
nice. Great potential there. With work, they will definitely enlarge further and
become teats. My dear Alexa, you will soon learn all about my teat fetish. I
can promise you exquisite suffering in that regard."
The
girl burned with anger at her situation and with humiliation at being described
in such a manner, as if she was no more than an object. Then she realized that
was indeed what she was, an object of this woman's obviously twisted and
perverted desires.
"Now,
Alexa, let me explain what's going to happen to you. Life as you have known it
has just ended. Your days of preying on women for money and whatever else you
can get from them are over. You have started a new life, one with a purpose.
Here, with me. I am now your complete lord and master and you have just become
my 3-hole sex slave."
The
woman paused to observe the girl who just stared at her, hatred smouldering
unchecked in her eyes. "From now on, you will be naked unless I give
permission for you to be clothed, and that's not going to happen for quite
awhile. Of course, you don't believe that you are sexually submissive, but no
matter. You are. I would not have picked you had your true nature been
otherwise. I will enjoy your attempts at rebellion as I take you from being a
submissive to being a masochist. Your education will be focused on learning to serve,
service and satisfy me to the highest possible standards. You will find me to
be a very exacting task master, with the emphasis on master. And I do prefer
that term to mistress."
Once
again, the woman paused before continuing as the girl stared at her wide-eyed,
horror tinting her gaze. "Of course, I will take good care of you
financially. You were right about that. I will have your bills paid off and
your apartment packed up. And later, you will complete your post-secondary
education at my expense. Room, board, a multi-spectrum education, and very
importantly – a real purpose in life. It's more than a fair exchange."
The
woman smiled again as the girl tried to struggle. "Now, on to specifics
regarding your new duties: your mouth, cunt, clit, bung, tits and teats no
longer belong to you. They are for my use and enjoyment. And use and enjoy them
I will. You will wear my jewellery on your body however I chose to place it. For
example, those teats will be pierced with silver rings and that clit will be
pierced by a silver bar. You will be flogged on a regular basis, both for your
edification and for my pleasure."
At
these words, the girl tried to scream around her gag and she struggled even
more violently in her bondage, all to no avail, but it caused the woman to
smile widely in pleasure. She was enjoying herself greatly at her new slave's
expense. Although the physical component of what she did was extreme, the
mental and emotional aspects were even more so. Still, the sooner the girl
understood and accepted her new life and altered future, the better.
"There
is no escape for you, only submission to my will. You are here now, under my
roof, and you have no choice in this matter. You will learn the true meaning of
3-hole service and soon enough, you will come to enjoy, even crave my
attentions. You will lie on your back and spread your legs to offer me your
cunt, both for fucking and for fisting. You will hold open your ass cheeks to
give me access your bung. You will kneel to offer me your mouth so that I might
use it and so that I gift you with the sacrament of my piss. You will take
pleasure in your pain. You will even learn to climax in ways that you never
have before, such as when I fuck your ass, and when I work your teats, and when
you are beaten. And though you might not believe it now, when it is presented
to you, you will even willingly sign the lifetime slave contract binding you to
me."
The
woman placed her tea cup on the silver tray and picked up a silver bell there
and shaking it gently, before standing up and walking over to the girl who
tried in vain to shie away from her. "Now, my sweet Alexa, it is time for
your first session."
The
door opened then, and the butler appeared, carrying another silver tray. Although
she tried, Alexa could not see what was on it, so well was she secured. She
noted that the bodyguard followed the butler in and closed the doors. She tried
to shie away from the two servants as they approached her, but of course she
was not able to do so.
The
bodyguard seized her from behind, detached her wrist cuffs from her ankle cuffs
and pulled her to her feet. She held her tightly, one arm around her throat, as
the woman reached out and slapped the girl's left breast really hard before seizing
its nipple and working it roughly - rolling it, squeezing it, and pinching it
into an enormous erection. She then removed a silver ring from the butler's
tray and forced the now-reddened teat into it. With a hearty chuckle, the woman
turned her cruel attentions to the girl's right breast and repeated the cruel tit-slapping
and teat-ringing process.
The
woman stood back to admire the salacious view before she once again attacked
the girl's breasts, slapping them hard with strong forehand and backhand blows.
The girl shrieked into her gag and tears ran liberally down her cheeks. Finally
the woman stopped the tit slapping, but it was no reprieve as she bent over and
took the ringed teats with her mouth, liberally sucking and licking and biting
them and causing the girl even more agony. She went on like this for some time,
gutturally moaning her pleasure in her throat as she feasted on the tender
flesh.
"Very
responsive, and quite tasty." commented the woman as she finally released
the girl’s now-engorged teats from her ravening mouth. "They’re actually a
pretty impressive size. You must pull on them when you jack yourself off. Still,
they must be enlarged further. A month of constant work should grow them the
point that I may consider them for piercing. Perhaps I might even achieve half
an inch of width and three quarters of an inch in length with these beauties.
This little workout is nothing, Alexa. See how are naturally light pink now? They
going to become berry red and permanently erect from my attentions. You’re going
to love their new look."
She
took the silver alligator-style clamps her butler handed to her and attached
one firmly to the girl's brutalized teats causing her to rear up slightly even
though she was tightly held. “They’re going to function differently too. I
promise you that the pain will be exquisite, but I am going reward your
suffering by teaching you to climax just from having them worked. Once you are
able to do that, I will reward you further - by piercing them.” Once the clips
were attached, the woman attacked Alexa’s tits again, using both backhand and
forehand blows to redden them, before turning her attention back to the clips,
flicking them, twisting them and pulling on them. Finally, she stopped and the
girl slumped in the bodyguard’s grip as the woman left off the serious mammary
abuse.
The
reprieve was only a short one as the woman removed a riding crop from the
silver tray and flexed it in front of her slave's terrified tear-stained face.
The butler placed the tray on another small table and retrieved a high leather
stool which she placed in front of the enslaved girl. As the woman walked
around behind her captive, the bodyguard forced her onto the stool while the butler
seized her hair and pulled her forward so that she was laying over the furniture,
her breasts hanging down as she rested her stomach on it. The bodyguard attached
each ankle cuff to a stool leg so that she was nicely spread, and then lifted
her arms, bending them at the elbow, so that her back and rear end were fully
accessible.
The
girl could feel the strain in her shoulders, and then she heard a whistling
sound and she jumped in pain as the riding crop made sharp contact with her
left ass cheek. She screamed into the gag, but little sound escaped, only a
series of terribly-tormented moans. As she was held in place by the butler and
the bodyguard, the woman continued to crop her ass, alternating between cheeks,
with well-laid on strokes. She also struck her the back of her thighs down to
her knees, laying on each stroke very hard.
The
girl’s head moved from side to side in her agony which came almost equally from
her ringed, clamped teats and the beating she was taking. Her mind could barely
cope with what was happening to her. She tried to struggle, but it was useless as
she was held firmly in place, and well-laid out for the cropping she was
receiving. Bound and hobbled as she was, there was no simply escape and each
blow fell on her backside or legs with a horrible and painful precision. Tears continued
to spring from her eyes and drip onto the hardwood. Finally, after what seemed
like an eternity, the cruel strokes finally stopped and she lay there in agony
and misery, her ass and thighs throbbing and feeling like they were on fire.
It
was only a moment later that she felt herself being pushed further forward so
that more of her hung off the foot stool. Then her hips were being lifted and
she felt fingers exploring her cunt, and she knew that she was probably about
to raped by this cruel bitch as her silent henchwomen looked on and assisted. Maybe
they would even take a turn fucking her too.
The
probing fingers found her clit – which to her great consternation was
semi-erect - and began to work it, alternating between stroking it and rubbing
it. Her clit had always been over-sized and very sensitive, almost like a
mini-dick, and now she felt it quickly grow hard under the surprisingly gentle
manipulation. Her cunt was also growing responding, its precum juice flowed out
to wet her thighs and she felt it stinging the welts that had been raised. She
was aware that her cunt lips had begun to plump and swell too.
She
tried not to feel shame at her body's response to this unwanted stimulation. It
wasn't her fault, she told herself, her body was being forced into this. Still,
a part of her knew that she'd never been this aroused during consensual sex. Surely
she could not really be enjoying this depraved use and abuse of her bound and
helpless body? Could she? Her mind fought that awful thought.
Suddenly,
she heard the sound of a zipper and something snapping – she could not know
that it was her new master undoing her pants and releasing her strap-on dick
from its restraining cod-piece. The butler glanced at the instrument which she
had cause to know well herself. The bodyguard also knew the tool intimately.
Specially
constructed to the woman’s exacting specifications, it was ribbed, and studded
with unevenly-spaced bumps and ridges, and measured 9½ inches long and 4 ½ inches
around. A versatile double-headed tool, it also provided direct stimulation to
the wearer's clit even as it nestled within her and massaged her g-spot while
she was fucking someone. There was even a vibrating feature that could be
turned off and on via a tiny remote control so that either the fucker or the
fuckee or both could feel the electric stimulation, depending on the setting.
It had also a small reservoir within it which could be filled with a liquid
which was able to be warmed and then released by yet another button on the
remote. When the woman used that feature, she favoured condensed milk for its
colour and consistency.
Of
course, what they'd experienced with her was nothing like what this girl would
be subjected to. They were free women, while this girl no longer was, and they had
chosen to receive and enjoy their employer's attentions during mutually-enjoyed
bouts of intense recreational non-bdsm sex. This was different though - Alexa
was now a sex slave, and they knew that her master intended to conquer her in all
ways possible: body, mind, heart and soul. The woman had always satisfied them,
but her true interests lay in the arena of hard core bdsm and the complete
enslavement and absolute subjugation of her partner. She had introduced them to
each other and had nurtured the bond that they now shared as intimate partners
with one another.
The
magic dick was warm from being held closely against her body, packed in its
pouch, and the woman took the shaft into her hand, and placed its large head at
the entrance to the girl's well-lubricated cunt. She eased the head just a bit
inside before taking hold of the straining hips. She looked up into her
butler's eyes as she plunged into her new sex slave's hot little snatch for the
very first time, sliding in smoothly and filling her completely. Soon enough
the dick would take the heat from her slave's steaming hole, so that each in
and out with its uneven surface would be even more searing. The deep and sudden
entry caused the girl to buck under her slightly despite being bound and held firmly
in place, and her fists clenched and unclenched helplessly as she was used by
her new master for the first time. She'd never been with a man, and while she was
used to a woman's gentle fingering, she was not used to having her cunt filled
so completely, never having been fisted by any of her previous lovers. The cock’s
rough surface massaged the walls of her super-tight fuck hole even as it
ravaged her, just as it was designed to do, its way cushioned by the copious
amount of cunt cream she was producing.
The
girl’s tits bounced around as the woman's big dick moved in and out of her hot slick
cunt with strong deep regular strokes. Yes, she really had no choice she told
herself as she screamed into her gag while her tears continued to fall onto the
hardwood floor. Dimly, she heard the woman speaking to her, telling her what a true
whore she was and how beautiful her cropped ass and thighs looked. And how this
was just the first of many thousands of times she'd be fucked like this. After
what seemed like an eternity, the woman pulled out of the clasping cunt, her prick
making a loud slurping noise as she removed it from the tight fuck hole. The
girl laid over the stool, in exhausted agony. If she had been capable of truly coherent
thought at this point, she might have believed that this was the worst thing
that would ever happened to her. Of course, she would have been wrong. The woman
had rather enjoyed the girl trying to struggle beneath her, but she was not yet
done ravaging her beautiful helpless body.
She
nodded at her butler who removed the ball gag while she walked around to the girl's
front as the butler moved away. Grabbing Alexa's head by her blonde hair, she raised
her tear stained face into view. With the other hand, she fed her cum-slicked dick
into the slave's waiting mouth. "Okay, bitch, open your sweet little mouth
nice and wide and clean your juices from my cock," she ordered the girl who
complied as best as she could, gagging on the length and breadth of it.
Watching her, the woman turned to the butler and the bodyguard, "She's
going to need some lessons in this area as she's not very good at this at all.
Then again, it's not like she's sucked a lot of dick before. Or probably any."
They all grinned at the woman’s accurate commentary as they watched the slave’s
feeble efforts at oral service. The woman did not thrust as she wanted to see
what the girl was capable of on her own. And anyway, all that would come later
during her training. After some minutes of this, the woman took herself from
the girl's mouth and returned to her position behind her.
The
girl realized that she was going to be fucked again and did not even try to
resist this time, deciding instead to try and conserve what little energy she
had left. She told herself that she'd take what was given and concentrate on
escaping later. She heard the sound of foil tearing and then was surprised to
feel cool hands on her beaten butt cheeks and not her hips and, although she
was exhausted, she raised her head and tried to look over her shoulder. It took
her a moment to realize that the woman's target was not her dripping cunt, but
her virgin asshole. And that the sound she'd heard was that of a condom being
unwrapped.
Galvanized,
she began to struggle again and to shout in a ragged, tear-ravaged voice, "Please,
no, don't fuck me up my ass, OH MY GOD, not there, please no, not there, have
mercy, please! It’s too big! Fuck my cunt again. You liked that. Or use my
mouth again, I'll suck it better, I promise. Or let me eat you out, I’m really
good at that." Her tears began to flow once more. The woman ignored her
entreaties, but the butler picked up the discarded ball gag, only to have her
employer stop her.
"No,
this time I want to hear her scream." Then she looked at the bodyguard. "And
don't hold her down. I really want to feel her struggling beneath me as she
tries to get away." Reaching down and under, the woman scooped some cunt
cream from the girl's main fuck hole and slathered it on her dick as she
finally addressed Alexa. "This is the way its going to be - no lube but
what you've already made, my dear little fuckhole. I've used your cunt, and
your mouth, and now it's time for your bung to take me into it and complete
your transformation into a true 3-hole slut, my 3-hole slut."
The
woman unhooked the girl’s ankles from the spreader bar and released the ankle
cuffs from the stool’s legs, then she kicked her legs farther apart. Pulling
her back slightly, she held the girl's much-abused ass cheeks wide apart and
placed her condom-covered, slicked-up dick on the pink little anal target.
Slowly, she began to push inside. The girl writhed and screamed as the head of
the cock began its forced entry into her tight little back passage. At this
point, she couldn't even form words to beg for mercy or reprieve, all she could
do was continue scream. The butler and the bodyguard looked at one another
briefly before returning their attention to the scene unfolding before them. It
was an amazing sight – the slightly-built and tightly-bound blonde, straining
and screaming beneath their muscular employer as her red-welted ass was reamed
without regard to her choked entreaties or her flowing tears.
"My
goodness. This is so sweet," commented the woman as she slowly continued
to force her massive and unyielding tool deep into the helpless girl's tight
shit shute. "I do believe this cute little fuck-suck toy has a virgin asshole."
The pleasure at this unexpected discovery was evident in her voice. "No
wonder she was getting so frantic!"
Even
the pain in her still-clamped and ringed teats faded into the background as the
girl felt her asshole being invaded. The pain was beyond anything she'd ever
experienced, let alone imagined, and she struggled greatly, but it was to no
avail as inch by inch her virgin asshole took what it was being force-fed the
woman’s monster dick. She writhed in agony as she screamed herself hoarse.
Finally, the woman stopped when she was halfway in, and reaching under the
prone girl, she found her still half-stiff clit, and began to manipulate it
roughly, stroking it, flicking it, squeezing it until it reach full throbbing
erection. Like the girl’s already over-sized teats, the sex flesh was
incredibly responsive already and probably a full inch long when hard. She had
never seen anything like it and she couldn’t wait to chew on the precious root
just like she’d earlier feasted on the tasty teats. The woman knew that it
would look fantastic with a silver post through it, or perhaps a silver ring to
match the ones she planned to install in the girl’s teats.
As
if from a long way off, Alexa heard the voice of her new master. "You've
got a talented asshole, my dear. I do believe that it is my favourite hole at
the moment. Still, I think I'm going to have to make this back passage just a
bit more accessible." The woman paused to slap both ass cheeks before
continuing. "Your clit is hard too, you little slut, and quite well developed
as well. I don’t think that’s completely natural, I bet you made it that way by
working it, by jacking off didn't you? Or maybe you’re just a freak of nature
because your teats are pretty big too. Either way, no more of that self-service.
Just like your pain, all your pleasure is going to come from me from now on. I'm
going to enjoy piercing your clit through although you certainly won't."
The
promise of future pain and torture barely penetrated the girl's fogged brain so
overwhelmed was she with what was currently happening to her. The woman grunted
slightly as she continued to push her way into the girl's tight asshole. "You
used to love to play hard to get, didn't you? All that teasing and tormenting.
I wonder what your friends would say if they could see you now. Perhaps I'll
put some pictures and videos of you on the internet and charge premium
admission." With that last statement, and a final hard push, the woman was
finally able to bury herself completely in the girl's ass and she stopped to
savour the moment before continuing. She proceeded to move in and out of the
girl's tight tormented shit hole with short sharp strokes.
Again,
the woman reached down and around to Alexa's cunt. "You’re making so much cunt
juice that it’s dripping onto my hardwood floor. You’re going to have to lick
that up later, can’t have you making such a mess, but you're loving this, you're
definitely wanting this. You were already a 3-hole slave, you just didn't know
it before, even though you worked on yourself to develop the body of a slave.
But now you know what you are, don’t you? Your true nature is finally out in
the open. It's a good thing I got hold of you, don't you think?" She roughly
stroked the girl's clit some more. "See how I took your cunt? See how I
used your mouth, and now I am fucking your ass while working your clit. And
let's not forget your teats."
The
woman used her other hand to remove the clamp on the girl's left nipple,
causing a different sort of scream entirely to issue from her obviously hoarse throat.
She then removed the right clamp, eliciting yet another scream of intense
suffering.
"That's
it," enthused the woman as she worked the girl's clit with one hand and
alternated between her teats with the other, twisting and pulling on them,
squeezing and pinching them as she rotated the rings still in place on them
while rocking her own hips in order to move the dick around in the girl's
stretched bung. "Later, you will be strung up so that I can flog you all
over your back, breasts and belly, and finally to seal your enslavement, you
will kneel to receive the sacrament of my hot piss in your mouth, but first, I
am going to make you cum for me, my dear little whore. You wanted someone to
take care of you, and now I am doing precisely that. This is the start of a
wonderful relationship."
As
she raped her virgin asshole, the woman continued to work her slave's huge clit
and oversized teats without mercy, twisting them, flicking them, pinching them,
driving her relentlessly towards climax as she repeatedly told her what a whore
and a slut she truly was and what the future held for her as an enslaved
concubine. Much to her distress, and against her will, the girl's body
responded to the brutal ass reaming, the relentless teat and clit stimulation
and cruel promises.
The
woman continued to talk to her, “Not quite yet, Alexa, but you’re going to cum
for me in a moment, and you’re going show me – and yourself – what a true sex slave
you are, that you’re my sex slave. Tears streaked down the girl’s face as the
words were growled into her ear, and she knew that she would indeed cum upon
command. “It’s going to be amazing, Alexa, you’re going to cum so hard for me,
so hard. It’s going to be the most incredible cum of your life.” Suddenly the
woman twisted and held her left nipple in a crushing grip, clamped down on her
clit and held it, and shouted in a deep voice, “NOW, BITCH, CUM FOR ME, CUM FOR
ME NOW, CUM SLAVE!!!” And she did.
As
promised, she came harder than she ever had before in her life, screaming
mindlessly and writhing wildly beneath this beautiful dominant woman who had
now proven that she truly was Alexa's lord and master. Her hands clenched and
unclenched as multiple orgasms tore through her abused body, the climaxes harder,
stronger and longer than any she had ever experienced before. The woman bit her
shoulder hard before she released her teat and clit, and seized her hips to ride
her bucking body, fucking in and out of her shit shute with deep hard thrusts,
milking her climax from her until she was finally unable to respond anymore and
lay twitching uncontrollably under this woman who had just demonstrated to her
that she was indeed a 3-hole fuck-suck sex slave.
Tears
rolled down the girl's face as she lay there sobbing, her limp body ravaged, raped
and beaten, and realized the truth of who and what and where she was. Escape
would be impossible, she knew, and a horrified part of her was aware that she
didn’t want to get away. She lay waiting for what was next, for what she’d been
promised, which was to be strung up and subjected to a horrible flogging on her
already abused tits before being forced onto her knees to drink hot piss. She
wept with the knowledge that her teats and clit were to be pierced at a time of
this woman’s chosing. But she accepted it, accepted it all, because she now knew
where she belonged, and it was here. She knew this was her fate, and that it
was right. She'd had her freedom, but now she was truly grateful that this
woman had found her. It was her destiny to be a 3-hole fuck-suck slave, with
nothing in her future except continuous rapes, brutal beatings and ongoing abuse.
The truth had been in the climax that this dominant woman, her TRUE master, had
gifted her with and she knew that when the slave contract was presented to her,
she would sign it without hesitation, and in her own blood if that was required
Fully
aware of what was going through her slave's tormented mind, the woman slowly withdrew
from her stretched anus with a final slurping sound. Removing the condom, she
dropped it into the waste receptacle her butler held. She’d been correct in her
selection process and the girl's initiation had gone well with her being broken
quickly and completely. Now her real training in serious sexual servitude and
extreme masochism could begin. She would know true suffering, and in a short time,
she would become all that the woman envisioned – the ultimate sexual being who
would continuously crave her master's loving, yet cruel touch and who would
willing offer up her body for intense abuse and usage.
"Yes,
you'll do nicely Alexa," said the dominant, smiling down in satisfaction
at her newly broken-in slave. "Welcome, my dear, to a lifetime of service
in the House of Master Kathryn Alexandra Payne."
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