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Just a visit to the beach …
This story is a complete work of fiction. It has been written by a real life Master and slave couple. The structure is intended to reflect the alternate dom and sub view on an interesting scenario as our heroine, Ev, is introduced to slavery …Enjoy, and please let us know what you thought.
PART 6
Master (13) …
I watched Rika leave the old boat house. Fuck, what an afternoon it had been. “Bye Si. Later.” Her voice almost had a jingle to it and I for sure couldn’t wait to see what later brought about!
Before leaving, Rika had whispered her plan to me. We were going to have my slave tattooed with the Chinese symbols meaning ‘slut’. It would be in the small of her back and she wouldn’t know what the symbol would mean until it was too late. Rika was taking to this situation in a surprisingly enthusiastic manner and the way she pecked at my cheek by way of a kiss as she whispered to me made me think about fucking her. Was she also a virgin? The thought began to stir my loins once more. I had never felt so permanently horny!
“Come on slut.” She had just swallowed my cum before Rika left. “Get dressed, we have things to do.”
When Ev had replaced the few brief garments I had allowed her to wear that afternoon I moved to her and reaching down to her navel, I touched her belly piercing. As my fingers brushed her skin Ev held her breath. I removed the current jewel that adorned her body and replaced it with a small, strong ring. Ev gasped.
I looked at my sweet slut and it took all my will power not to throw her down to the floor there and then and fuck her hard. But I knew we had other things to do, and she would take my seed again before long, of that I was certain.
I took the leash and fastened it through the ring … and then, picking up my bag, pulled Ev after me. She stumbled and I remember thinking that I must do this sometime when Ev’s ankles and thighs are chained – now that would be fun!
“Noooo, Master, pleeeease! Your slut can’t go outside fastened like this.”
“Come on bitch,” I said making her sound like she was my pet dog. “Come with Master!” and with that we left the boat house. I took a longer, quieter route back to my car but it didn’t stop the acutely embarrassed Ev getting several strange looks!
******
I wanted to take slut to a store I knew before meeting Rika at the tattoo parlour. Ev did not know what we were going to do and so remained permanently on edge. As we parked on the roadside outside a small shop I saw Ev look up at the sign.
“Inspired Slave,” she said repeating the name of the shop to me.
“Yes slut, I’m going to buy you some clothes!”
Having removed the pet leash from her belly, I opened the door for sweet Ev and walked her into the store. I could tell that she already felt far too under dressed to be out in public … wait until she saw what I was about to buy for her.
The store sold all sorts of things for fetish type sex. Along one wall was row upon row of books and then along another wall were DVD’s and toys. I left her in the middle of the room with an order to “Stay.”
I issued the order quite loudly so that several of the men currently in the store turned to eye my lovely barely dressed slut. I knew they would ogle her and would no doubt smell the sex on her body. I started looking at the clothes with interest as my slut stood waiting patiently, no doubt feeling every eye in the shop on her skimpily covered body. I returned with a pile of clothes, all of them looking like they would barely cover a 'Barbie' doll.
"Try them on slut, you are to put each outfit on and come out and parade for me, I will then decide if they are acceptably trashy to be worn by a whore like you."
I threw the clothes at Ev and pointed her towards a changing cubicle.
She came out into the main room. All heads turned to look. Slut’s first outfit was a pair of white shorts which covered neither the top nor bottom of her ass cheeks. She had then put on a matching vest top that was so small it made her breasts push relentlessly against the fabric, and her nipples and ring statues noticeably visible. To finish the outfit she had on a pair of very high heeled stiletto boots that were forcing her to adopt a walk strutting like an exaggerated model.
I had seated myself now and made Ev stand in front of me so that I could admire her by running a hand up her legs.
"Very acceptable slut, now take it off and give it to me."
Ev turned to walk into the cubicle. I smiled and shouted,
"I said to take it off NOW you stupid, useless little bitch!"
Her audience suddenly became really interested. Despite her experiences of the past day or so I had never seen Ev look so embarrassed.
She slipped off the top and slowly, painfully, inch-by-inch wriggled out of the shorts.
Her nipples were hard and pink, and her exposed naked pussy lips were puffy and red, shiny and wet with her juices. She stood bare ass naked in the middle of the store not even daring to try and cover herself up.
She walked back into the cubicle as quickly as she could with everyone staring, almost drooling, at her.
Ev tried on the next few sets of clothes I had selected for her, all insanely small and revealing. For every outfit I made her repeat the humiliating procedure. A latex skirt that barely covered her ass; a leather vest which was loosely tied in front with black shoelace-like strings; a red tube top and matching bottom, each so brief as to cover almost nothing.
Eventually I settled on a pile of clothes, and sent Ev back to put her original gear back on.
“Good display,” said the rather scruffy, unkempt, balding cashier who must have been at least fifty years old.
I smiled as Ev joined me.
“The thing is,” I said, “I don't have enough money but I'm sure this little whore has something she can pay you with.”
I saw the man’s eyes travelling down to Ev’s almost exposed breasts, underneath the leather waistcoat. He smiled and walked into the back room, signalling us to follow him.
We arrived in a dingy room, lit by a single bulb and with only a chair and desk for furniture.
”She’s all yours!” I said to the balding old scruff.
“No Master, please.” Ev was in a panic so I took a pair of handcuffs that had brought through with me and handcuffed my slut’s ankle to the table leg.
“Noooooooooooooooooo!” she yelled.
The man took off his clothes and I noticed, as no doubt did Ev, that he already had a huge erection.
I pulled the chair to one side and sat down to enjoy the show.
The man moved to Ev and, bending her forwards over the desk, lifted her skirt. He smiled when he saw her red thong. He let his hands roam over her ass and then pulled her thong down around her thighs. He rubbed his disgusting cock on Ev’s, swollen lips and ass. As the man moved to enter my slut she let out a loud scream.
The man moved back.
“Here, I can’t have her doing that, gag the bitch will ya?”
I moved to slut and pulling her head up by the plat I slapped her hard across the face.
"You will always be appreciative of a man's attention, especially if I have given you to him!”
With his vigour renewed the man pushed slut across the desk roughly, and, having clearly changed his mind, pulled Ev’s body to the desk side and stood with his erection nudging at her mouth. Leaning forward he slid his cock between slut’s lips. She seemed to take most of it but couldn’t take his whole length.
Satisfied that he was as deeply inside her throat as he could be the shop cashier held Ev’s head in his hands and began to thrust with his hips. His cock pushed down her throat causing Ev to choke and gag.
She coughed but managed to suck him as if she were sucking a lollipop. I saw his eyes roll back in his head as he moaned. I knew then that the clothes were ours for free. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford them it was just that this was a far more entertaining way to pay for them.
Suddenly he came, and Ev spluttered as his seed sprayed down her throat. The man ejaculated loudly until he seemed done and Ev’s lovely face was covered in the scruffy stranger’s cum. I smiled as he pulled out of Ev’s mouth and wiped the residue on her face. No class, I thought to myself.
I removed the cuff from Ev’s ankle, thanked the satisfied cashier and led Ev, under the appreciative eye of the other customers, out to the car.
Once she was settled back into the passenger seat Ev turned to look at me. Her lovely brown eyes were full of tears.
“Oh Master …” she put her head in her hands and sobbed her little heart out.
“Get used to it slut!” was all I said, as I turned the car towards Chinatown.
******
Twenty minutes later, having arrived in Chinatown, I pulled into a
parking lot for several small shops and stopped the car.
"Master?" she looked at me quizzically. By now the streets were dark
and the warm daytime air had taken on a cool feel to it.
"Get out!"
"Huh?"
"You heard me slave, get out! We're here," as I pointed to the neon
lights of Oriental Icons.
"Your slut knows that shop Master, it's a tattoo parlour … please,
don't have her tattooed, please she cannot face her family if you do."
Her expression told me she was seriously upset.
"Slave, get out now or I will drag you out, administer a serious spanking,
and then drag you into the shop like a disobedient pet."
She got out and then stopped, focusing on a car two spaces away.
"Master!" she exclaimed, turning her head from me to the car.
"What is the problem now, slut," I asked, though I knew the source of her consternation.
""It…it's Rika's, gyrl means Mistress' car! Master, please noooooo!"
“Put these on,” I reached into the bag of clothes we had ‘bought’ from the store and gave Ev the white stiletto boots. She looked dismayed for she knew that they would hinder her movement and accentuate her appearance as a slut. But, put them on she did and reluctantly got out of the car.
Rika appeared looking radiant. Her hair was newly washed and she wore a mid thigh length white skirt with a matching low cut top. As she got nearer I could smell the freshness of her perfume. The last time we had met Rika we had introduced ourselves more formally, this time she snaked one arm around my neck, leaned in and kissed me hard on the lips.
“Hi, Si!” she quipped, “How’s slut been? Did you get her some new clothes?” Rika almost laughed as she knew what my intention had been. I nodded.
“I see that you made the worthless cunt pay for them as well.”
I glanced at Ev and her dishevelled, dirty, cum smelling appearance gave that fact away. In fact as I looked at my slut I reflected upon how she must feel. Here was her roomy, freshly showered, smelling delightful and entwined passionately in the arms of her Master. Could it get any worse for the poor little creature?
Well maybe it could!
“Come on,” Said Rika linking arms with me, “I spoke to the owner and he is expecting us.”
Rika and I walked off leaving slut to hobble, slowly but surely, on her high boots behind us.
We entered the parlour to the ring of an internal bell. I looked around. Oriental Icons was a small place that seemed geared up to deliver tattoos simply and efficiently.
There was posters all around of males and females with various designs and a couple of chairs in which the procedure was carried out. Needle guns and inks were laying around in a sort of organised chaos. I noticed Ev shiver.
“Please don’t this to your slut Master.”
“Shut up slave,” I said quietly but very firmly, “You will do as I say because I am your Master. And, don’t forget, I still have your ID!”
“Hello, you must be Rika … and her friends,” an old Asian man with a wizened face and long white beard emerged from the dark back room of the parlour.
“Oh, yes, hi.” Rika responded.
“I am Yang. Jason phoned and he said you had someone for me to tattoo?”
The old man wandered towards and then past us almost without a glance as he approached the parlour entrance, switched his ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed’ and turned the key to lock the door. His actions concerned even me a little I had to admit, and I audibly heard Ev emit a sharp intake of breath as she no doubt pondered what was about to be done to her.
He remained silent as the three of us looked at each other in confusion. As he walked back past us the old man raised his left arm, crooked his finger and said, “Follow me.”
“Come on.” Rika said quietly. I made to move but slut stood frozen to the spot shaking her head.
“You will come now slave, or I will personally see to it that you whole body is lashed so hard that you will be able to feel it for days. Come!” My words were harsh, but effective. Ev allowed me to take her hand and drag her behind me.
I felt my slut’s fingers tighten under mine and in a strange way I felt that, despite this predicament, she was enjoying the intimacy of holding my hand.
We moved from the first room into a back room that was even more scary. It was stark, with simple white walls dimly lit by 2 wall lamps and a centre long tube light.
“Okay Rika, come here.” The man used few words and was very clear with his statements. He and Rika shared a few quiet sentences and looked at a book until finally Rika spoke. “Yes, that’s the one. And we would like it in the small of the slut’s back.”
He turned to look at Ev and smiled. I could sense her concern that Rika had called her a slut in front of the old man. He clearly appreciated now what she was.
He moved to a corner of the room and into a side store hole. From inside he rolled out a round shaped device almost like a cotton bobbin. It was some 3 feet wide and had wooden ridges all the way round what was otherwise a flat wooden surface. The two ends were raised higher than the middle to create a wheel effect at the sides, which was why the old man rolled it out so easily. I noticed the look of concern on Ev’s face and had to admit at being intrigued myself.
He positioned it in the middle of the floor and then reaching to the device pulled a side handle that seemed to anchor it in place and stop it rolling further.
He looked up and once more seemed to devour Ev with his eyes.
“Take off your clothes!”
“Huh?”
I smiled. Once again Ev was being asked to strip naked. She really was learning quickly what being a worthless slut was all about.
“Off, now. Strip!” His use of monosyllabic words made his commands seem more effective.
Slut looked at me. I nodded and she knew then that she had to obey. Reluctantly, and once again, to my enjoyment, Ev slipped off the leather vest, punched free the button on her denim micro skirt and removed her boots.
I noticed Rika smile and take her camera out of her bag. Slut frowned but was powerless to stop her roomy taking picture after picture of her as she stripped.
“Stop!” The old man spoke. Ev looked up at him and indeed stopped removing her clothes.
He moved to her and reached out to touch her breasts. His fingers toyed with the statues and he smiled.
“Very nice,” he gave a short tug on them and Ev winced. “You can keep your panties on. Now lay over.” He indicated for her to lay over the device. Ev paused.
“Do as he says!” I ordered. Reluctantly Ev placed her almost naked body down, stomach flat, onto the ridged wood surface, which I knew would be uncomfortable. The ridges served no purpose other than to inflict discomfort and I began to realise that the old man had a bit of the dominant in him also. I now really did wonder what was in store for my slut. I glanced across at Rika and she looked back. We smiled and I noticed Rika lick her lips. Fuck, she was hot.
The old man placed his hand in the small of slut’s back as Ev, suddenly realising that he had made her immobile, began to kick and squirm a little.
“No, please let me go.”
“You,” he pointed at me, “fasten her ankles, and you, secure her wrists.” I moved to clip slut’s ankles into the ankle bracelets before snapping them tight shut around her skin. She screamed. Rika secured her wrists in the same manner. The old man smiled.
“Nice.” He said simply running his hand over the curves of Ev’s still welted ass. In many ways the fact that my slut had been allowed to retain her thong helped accentuate her ass cheeks very effectively.
Yang the tattooist fetched his needles, sat down at the side of Ev and began.
Rika moved to me, fed her arm around my waist and moved her lips to my ear. I could feel her delicious hot breath on my skin as she whispered to me.
“So, he is tattooing ‘S L U T’ on her back, as a Chinese symbol of course. Ev does not know this yet, but imagine her despair when she realises.” Rika laughed and I smiled in return.
I looked down at Ev as Yang worked on my slave Fleetingly I wondered if slut regretted now making contact with me yesterday on the beach or whether she was, in reality, having the time of her life!
Rika again positioned her camera and snapped away.
My slut moaned and squirmed as the ink needles worked on her skin but after 30 intricate minutes Yang sat up and smiled.
“It is done,” he stated simply, and proceeded to apply a cream to Ev’s back that would both dry the ink and help heal the needle holes. My slut stretched her neck to turn and look at me. Her brow was furrowed and she looked a little pitiful. Yang moved to Rika and I.
“Okay Rika, can I take my payment now?”
I looked at Rika quizzically.
“Oh, I said he could fuck slut once he had tattooed her.”
I smiled. Poor Ev.
“Okay,” I replied, “she is all his.”
Yang moved to unfasten Ev, who hadn’t heard our conversation regarding her fate, and slut eased herself off the wooden device carefully, to reveal the red marks from the wood ridges across her stomach, breasts and thighs.
“You,” the old man addressed me, “fasten her the other way round.”
As slut stood up and rubbed her aching limbs, I was delighted to see the sudden uncertainty in her eyes as slut twisted her body to try and see the tattoo.
“What?” Ev panicked. “No Master you mustn’t … why?”
I took charge then and my slut knew better than to fight me. I moved her into position and gently sat her down, positioned her ankles by the straps at one side of the device and once more buckled them tight.
“Lay down,” I commanded.
Cautiously slut did as she was told, groping behind her into thin air before spreading her arms apart as she let herself down. Once her arms were fully spread Ev had no choice but to let her head fall back so that her hair trailed on the floor, I had to admire the effect this created. If my slut had looked inviting before, she looked a picture of submissive display now.
Her legs were secured open at the front of the device, which thrust her hips forward so the soft mound of her sex was clearly visible. Ev’s flat stomach, now beginning to heave with nervous breathing stretched up to the full depth of her rib cage which supported her straining breasts.
I moved round behind my slut. She looked at me from her exposed position, her head upside down and her throat stretched, staring nervously at me as I worked. I grasped her left wrist and pulled it down to buckle one fastening as tightly as I possibly could, around it.
She couldn't help gasping at the strictness of the bracelet fastening as her right arm was wrenched down and wide and her other wrist tightly fastened in the same way. Then I stood up to admire my handiwork, and I realised I wasn't alone. Rika and Yang were now both peering down at slut’s stretched flesh already glistening with sweat and shining from the reflection of the dim lights around the room.
I reached down and gripped slut’s panties and with a sudden, strong movement I ripped them clean from her body. She gasped, as in fact did Rika.
Ev was now bowed superbly backwards over the device and completely naked. But what made me hard again was the view. As I stood in front of her legs and let my eyes roam up her body, from the straining muscles in her toned thighs, up over the now open pussy, up slut’s torso and finally to her breasts, her head was pretty much invisible. She had simply become a body to be used for a Master's pleasure. Quite brilliant.
And something like this thought had obviously gone through Ev’s mind as well, because her perfectly profiled breasts now sported hard, deep-red nipples. I couldn't resist just reaching out with one finger and running it up along the exposed flesh of her sensitive cunt lips.
As I had thought, she was moist and Ev’s clit was a hard little nub which I barely touched, but even that was enough to elicit a moan from her. Yang smiled and, as we all three watched, a tiny juice drop appeared at her vaginal opening.
Slut heaved and sobbed all the time, her head thrashing from side to side, but when I reached down and plunged my hand into her pussy she was desperate for me, and I was able to thrust three fingers easily into my slut, turning and twisting them as the heel of my palm rubbed at her clitoris.
She exploded. Shrill cries of ecstasy broke from her as her stretched body arched and spasmed in blatant delight at her treatment.
I looked up at Yang. “Shall I let her cum?”
“You may.” He replied simply. “When I fuck her I will not be concerned about her pleasure.”
I felt her internal muscles twitch and clamp onto my fingers and then I let her have her climax.
Slut was shouting and moaning constantly in the throes of her ecstasy, disconnected words pouring from her between cries as I fingered her relentlessly onwards to her shattering climax. It arrived just as I moved to fondle her right breast. Her entire body was lost in orgasm with no help from my fingers this time, thrusting her groin wildly in abandon at some invisible lover. It was all down Ev’s willingness to give herself entirely over to someone who was prepared to drive her to her limits. She was a slut!
As I stood back, suddenly aware of the fact that I was panting and hot from my own exertions, Yang and Rika broke out in a spontaneous round of applause, as Rika once more took out her camera to record the moment.
“Nice job!” said Yang simply, “Now it’s my turn.”
With that Yang moved to the front of the bound Ev and positioned himself between her legs.
“You really are a delightful fuck toy aren’t you?” he mocked.
“Master, please don’t let him, pay him properly, Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”
The old man had removed his trousers and had positioned his surprisingly active cock at the entrance to my slut’s pussy. He nudged the lips apart by pressing himself forward.
I saw Ev look at Yang and then screw her eyes shut tight.
“Look at him,” I ordered, and she immediately opened her eyes.
Yang smiled and said “Thank you.”
As the tattooist bent over, his long beard began to brush against the slick wet skin of my slave. Then he shoved forward and sank down onto her, her open sex lips accommodating him easily as he slid upwards, filling her totally. She groaned – was it with pleasure or pain. Ev’s taut, stretched body looked beautiful bound as it was.
The real slut in her was starting to come out as her need proved to be still as great as the old man’s and before long she was gasping and panting with the onset of another orgasm. I looked across at Rika and raised my eyebrows, and she smiled as we both watched Yang ram himself into her time after time, not caring for anything but the frantic bucking of her body under him as she propelled both herself and the tattooist onto their mutual climax.
“Oh you fucking whore,” remarked Ev quietly.
The old man arched his back and began pumping his seed deep into slut’s pussy. She screamed her desire and was once more lost in an ecstatic climax of her own, writhing and squirming until she could take no more. The man stood up and pulled ungraciously out of Ev’s body leaving an arc of residual sperm connecting him to her.
“The hot slut came again anyway,” he stated matter of factly.
The wooden ridges must have hurt slut awfully and she no doubt felt immense relief when he lifted his not inconsiderable bulk from on top of her. Moving round to her head Yang stood with his still almost hard cock at Ev’s mouth.
“Clean me.” He didn’t speak much but the meaning of his words sure was clear.
Yang stood over Ev’s head as it stretched backwards. His softening cock did not quite reach Ev’s mouth so he moved to the locks on the wooden device and released them so he could move it slightly and raise Ev’s head whilst keeping her stretched as taut as ever. His purple end now nestled between slut’s closed lips until he pinched her nose, and, laughing, slipped his cum seeping cock into my slut’s mouth.
Ev was becoming used to this now and she quickly cleaned him of his residue allowing Yang, satisfied, to stand up and put his trousers back on.
I looked down at Ev’s poor, raped body and saw silent tears running down her cheeks. I could not deny how turned on she had appeared, fuck, she had cum twice. But nor could I deny how overwhelmingly humiliating this whole scenario must have been for my poor 21 year old student, Evelyn Wang.
“Ok Rika, your payment is almost complete.”
Rika smiled and nodded. I looked at her a little confused. Rika explained.
“Oh Si,” she said again slipping her arm around my waist. I glanced down at her and got an eyeful of Rika’s wonderful cleavage, “I agreed with Yang that he could party with our slut for a time and then …”
“What?” I asked, as the door to the room opened. I glanced up and saw a number of Asian young men walking into the room.
“And then,” Rika continued, “I agreed that we would auction her for the night and that slut would be taken by the successful bidder until midday tomorrow.”
I was horrified and thrilled at the same time.
“And that would leave you and I alone for the evening,” she reached up to my ear and whispered sexily, “and you can find out if I have any ‘slave’ inside me …”
Ev couldn’t move her neck to see anything but I knew she had heard and sensed the men walk into the room. There were six of them and one I guessed must be Jason. She wailed in response to Rika’s words and managed to spit out,
“Rika you can’t, what about us, our friendship … you bastards … please … noooooo!”
Yang now held two large dildos.
“Jason here, you plug her mouth and I’ll fill this pretty little cunt down here. Let’s see how she performs before we sell her off.”
The largest of the gang moved forward. He was covered in tattoos and looked as though he was more than capable of making Ev’s immediate future very uncomfortable indeed.
“Thank you Uncle Yang,” he answered. His 5 friends were already rubbing the hard bulges at their groins in anticipation of their turn with my slut.
Fuck, what a bitch Rika was, what a delightful, delicious, creative bitch. Ev was going to be filled with these vicious dildos, no doubt fucked some more and then sold off for the night. My ever growing love for slut made me feel concerned for her but the thought of her being sold as a slave and then kept by a stranger to serve him was turning me on.
I turned to look at Rika and smiled as she raised her camera once more.
Slut (13) …
Noooooooooo! What have I done? I only meant to tease a guy sunning on the beach yesterday afternoon. It was all so innocent.
Even after last night, when I awoke this morning, I imagined the pleasure I would give Master and the pleasure I would receive in return. But just hours after leaving the safety of my apartment and the tenderness of Rika, my roomy and now Mistress, I was once again plunged into the pits of depravity.
Just yesterday, I gave myself to Master, submitted to his strength, and willingly lost my virginity and pride, to be totally his. And now he had relinquished control to Mistress Rika. Why was she treating me like this? What have I ever done to deserve this?
Everything had gone wrong. Everything.
The thought of my parents seeing what had been done to me and what would soon occur at the hands of my captors made me sick to my stomach. I did not want to hurt my parents. I was a good Asian daughter, obedient and diligent, always wanting to please them.
Yes, I had surprised them by piercing my ears, but they took it reasonably well, knowing that this small act of defiance was both irreversible and hardly worth a major argument. They did not know about my bellybutton piercing, and it was unlikely they would find out for a long time. When around them, I dressed conservatively and within their accepted boundaries. The tattoo now on my back would be similarly hidden from their view.
The new piercings were another matter. The new hoops on my ears with their dangling S could be removed, but as long as the new hoops and their little statues remained locked on my nipples, I would have to be very careful. When home, I would not be able to walk around with a light blouse or nightie, for mom would surely notice.
My fear was what would happen in the remaining time of the weekend, if already so much had been done to modify my body and suppress my will. I wanted to ask Master to please take me home, that I would serve him and Mistress with all my heart and soul, but gagged as I now was with a long, black dildo, there was no way to express myself except with unintelligible grunts and moans.
And yet my body was reacting, also without my permission. I knew that my pussy was juicing and the sensitivity of my nipples further declared that I was aroused and reveling in this humiliation. And the words of slave girls on Gor echoed in my head. “I am a slave girl, a girl who is owned.”
‘Master’, I wanted to scream, ‘take me, please’. And yet he only seemed to have eyes for Mistress, and my heart sank in despair. Couldn’t he tell? When he plunged his fingers into my aching and begging pussy, I came totally for him. I knew I was being watched by Mistress and the old man, but I didn’t care. I wanted nothing more than to submit and serve Master! Why couldn’t he see that?
I am no longer sure what I screamed and cried when Master brought me to orgasm with the mere manipulation of his fingers. I know I screamed “Master, fuck me!” time and time again. I know I cried out “aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” as a slave on Gor would cry, in her throes of submission and ecstasy. I am kajira! I cannot help being what I am.
Master made me look into the face of my rapist, the old man named Yang. I was still spiraling down from my orgasm when Yang plunged his old cock into my juicing pussy. I was just a hole for him, opened to pleasure him as payment for the tattoo. And Mistress recorded it all on her damnable camera. But again my body betrayed me, unimaginably climaxing as he pummeled my cunt time and again with his surprisingly hard cock. And I sunk to new lows when I screamed, “Yesssssssss, fuck, yessssssssssss,” as the old man emptied his semen into this slut’s gaping hole.
Mistress, I wanted to scream. Why are you doing this! Why are you taking pictures of me like this? What are you going to do with them?
I obeyed without protest when ordered to clean Yang’s cock of his semen and my juices. It seemed almost natural to be asked to do this, but as I licked and swallowed, tears began to roll down my cheeks.
When the door opened and two more guys entered, and Mistress explained her terrifying plan, I screamed, “Rika you can’t, what about us, our friendship … you bastards … please … noooooo!”
The one named Jason, who under other circumstances I might have found attractive, took a long black dildo, filled my mouth with it and strapped it to my head. Yang filled my sopping cunt with another. I tried to scream for help, for mercy, for compassion.
“I think she is trying to say something, Si,” Rika said, with a smile on her face. “That’s ok, slut, we know you appreciate all we have done for you. But some of the things we have planned for you will cost money and since I am not rich and Master should not be expected to pay for your beautification, well, you will have to earn some cash. Jason, how do you want to proceed.”
“I assume you can give us some time to inspect the merchandise and clean her up before the auction?” he asked with a cruel smile.
“Sure, of course,” chimed in Rika. Master had turned over all the decisions to her, it seemed.
“She looks well used at the moment. Let’s get her cleaned up first. With your permission…,” he said, looking at both Yang and Rika and Master. He proceeded with the help of a friend to unshackle me from the barrel devise on which I had been tattooed and raped. “Might I suggest you two get an early dinner and return here about 9?”
Master spoke up, “That’s fine, but first, may I have a brief word with you in private?”
“Sure,” Jason responded, and released my arm. I was still held tightly by his friend, who not only held my elbow tightly, but with his other hand, roughly roamed over my naked body, groping my breasts, pussy, inner thigh, and then grabbing my chin and turning my face to look at him.
Master and Jason walked across the room and Master spoke much of the time. It was too soft to hear completely, but in the end, they shook hands and Jason returned.
“Let’s go Rika,” Master called to her. She blew me a sarcastic kiss, and hips swaying more than usual, walked across the room to Master. She linked her arms in his and they left the room. I felt as though someone had knocked the air out of me. No goodbye to me, not even a nod.
Jason had returned to my side, and asked his friend to get Mei Ling. But no sooner had he said her name, then the door opened and in walked one of the most striking Asian women I have ever seen. It had to be Jason’s sister, Mei Ling. I was in awe. She was about 5’5’’. Her black leather boots reached halfway up her thighs. She wore a studded black leather belt, and there was a small piece of black leather, almost like a flap, that covered her private area in front. She had a black leather bra, with holes for her pierced tits to pop through. Her bellybutton was pierced and up her right forearm was a tattooed dragon. She had a nose ring on her right nostril. Finally, she had a studded black collar. I am sure my mouth fell open. She was erotic and exotic, and frightening.
“Is this the slut, brother dear?” she asked.
“Yes, prepare her for the auction tonight,” he spoke with authority.
Grabbing my platted ponytail, she pulled it over the top of my head, causing my head to drop in a submissive way. I moved my hands away from my sides, an instinctive reaction to the strain on my scalp, and she jerked me forward. “Keep your hands to your side, slut. You don’t want to mess with me. And don’t let that dildo slip from your cunt, or you will pay dearly. ”
And so I followed as she led me out of the room, gagged and with my pussy stuffed. The dildo was already slipping from my pussy, and I had to grip it with all my might and cunt muscles to keep it in. I got a close-up view of her ass, and the black thong that was snug in her crack.
We walked up some wooden stairs that led to a second floor, which seemed to be their living quarters. I was nearly bent over as she led me along.
When I didn’t think she would notice, I pushed the dildo further into my sopping pussy.
We arrived in a surprisingly nice dressing room and bathroom. There was a counter with brushes and cosmetics and a large mirror, with small lights all around the edge of the mirror. Another door led to the bathroom itself.
“Kneel.” Like her uncle, she was short on words, but they left no room to argue. I knelt quickly, and without thinking, spread my knees. She noticed and commented, “It seems like you know some things already. That is good. You might actually survive the night,” she laughed lightly. I shuddered, not sure if she was trying to scare my or actually describing the horrors of the night ahead.
“I am going to remove your gag. Do not say a word,” and I obeyed as she did.
“Now, lift your body off your heals, and I will remove your pussy dildo.” She slowly pulled the dildo from my gaping cunt, which immediately felt empty and lonely. She held it to my lips and said, “Let me see how you lick a cock.”
The moment I stuck out my tongue, she pulled the dildo away. “Whoa, Rika didn’t tell me. Stick out your tongue and let me see that stud.” She used the dildo to turn and twist my tongue. “Hot. Love the ring. What does your Master do with the ring, slut?”
Assuming I was allowed to speak, I answered her. “He has used it to leash his slut, Mistress.”
“I see. OK, then clean the dildo with your slave tongue, slut.” I did my best to caress the dildo and clean it of my juices. Mei Ling seemed satisfied. “That will do. Stand. I wish to examine the slave meat I have been asked to prepare for tonight.”
I stood and she checked me from head to foot, checked my teeth, under my arms, my ear piercings, even feeling my flanks as though she was examining a filly before purchasing it. She spent several moments tugging on my nipple rings and considering the small locks. Pinching my titties slightly, she asked, “What are these?”
The question was not clear to me. Was she asking about the small statues? I gave her a quizzical look and said, “Slave statues, Mistress.”
“No, these,” she said, again pinching my titties, this time more with her fingernails. Again, I was not sure what she meant. I answered, “Titties, Mistess?”
“No, slut,” she said sharply, digging her nails into my tits, causing me to yelp a bit. “These are your slave tits, slut. Now, what are they?” she asked again, once more pinching with her fingernails, and I quickly responded, “Slave tits, Mistress.”
“Good, slut. What is this?” she asked, reaching down and nipping my pussy lips.
“Slave pussy lips, Mistress?” I said in a questioning tone.
“Yes, slut. Stick out your tonque. What is this?” she asked, pointing to my tongue. Not sure if I should close my mouth and answer or leave it open, I left it half open, like answering a question to a dentist. “y lave tongue, istress.”
“Good, slut. Shut your mouth. You may be slave meat, but you have a brain.” Her words stung and I shuddered in shame and humiliation. She continued. “Remember this, cunt. You are a slave and your body is also slave. You own nothing, not even your own tongue. It belongs to your Master.”
I just stared at her and my eyes began to tear.
“You also smell like a whore and your hair is a mess. Take out all your rings in your ears and bellybutton. Put the rings here on the counter. Wash your hair and yourself thoroughly in the next room. Reshave your cunt and remove all hair below your neck. When you are done, dry yourself with the towel, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, then ring this bell. Don’t take longer than 30 minutes. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I answered, and began to remove the rings from my ears.
“And don’t think of going anywhere. You have no clothes, and besides, I am going to lock the door on my way out. There are no windows and no escape, so just do as I have ordered.”
“Yes, Mistress.” By now, one of the dreaded rings with the hanging S was on the counter and I was working on the next.
She turned and walked from the room, and locked the door from the outside. I could hear her heals clicking on the wood floor as she walked away. I continued to remove my ear hoops and then the new hoop Master had used in my bellybutton to attach the leash early this afternoon. It seemed so long ago. I corrected myself—slave’s bellybutton. I began to cry again, and began to loosen my hair, which Master had platted yesterday. It was disgusting, with dried cum and pussy juice and oils.
As I turned my back slightly to the mirror, trying to see my hair and more quickly release the braids, I suddenly remembered the tattoo that had just been inked onto my slave body. Even though I am Chinese, I know only basic Chinese expressions and almost no words or characters. But LOVE is one I do know, and I was shocked to see that the tattoo was not LOVE. I had no idea what it was, but it was not LOVE! What had they written on my slave back?
I went to the shower and luxuriated in the warm spray for at least 10 minutes, washing my slave hair twice, shaving everything below my slave neck, and just letting the water run over my slave body. I could not take my mind off the tattoo and what was happening to me. For the moment, I was free, enjoying the shower as any free woman anywhere would. But it was all a mirage, and in a few minutes, Mei Ling would return and my slave body would belong to her and those for whom she was preparing me.
I blow dried my hair and brushed my teeth. While I did not dislike the taste of semen or pussy juice, when it dried it left a sour taste in my mouth, my slave mouth. It felt strange not having any rings in my slave ears and slave bellybutton. Usually I had to be careful when I dried my slave face and slave stomach, so that I wouldn’t catch the towel on the rings.
There was no clock, but it seemed to me 30 minutes was about up. I stood close to the mirror, and with the bright lights reexamined what looked back at me. The second piercing in my slave ear was still a little red. My slave eyes were still puffy from crying. My slave hair felt so much better and hid my slave ears. I was checking my slave tongue when I heard the lock being opened. I quickly fell to my slave knees, spreading them widely, hands on my slave thighs, and my slave head bowed in submission.
“Haha,” Mei Ling laughed lightly. “I thought you were untrained, yet you know many things about being a slave. How is this, slut?”
“Your slut has read stories and books, Mistress. Mistress, may slut ask a question?” Mei Ling had been reasonably kind to me, and so I dared ask, even though I knew that curiosity was not becoming a kajira.
“What do you want, slut?
“Mistress, what was tattooed onto this slave’s back?”
“What are you, slut?”
“Slut is a slave, Mistress.” A sinking feeling was coming over me.
“Yes, that is true. But slut is also a slut,” and as she spoke, she reached inside a bag and pulled out a small box. “Hold back your hair, slut.”
I hesitated and got a cruel look from Mistress, so obeyed. She pulled from the box one silver hoop earring nearly two inches in diameter, and something dangling from it. They were glittering Chinese characters and I immediately recognized them as the same as those on my back. She threaded the wire through the newer piercing at the bottom of my slave right ear lobe, then taking a bottle of superglue, put a drop on a post and attached it to the wire behind my slave ear. She held it there for 5 seconds, all the time looking into my tearing eyes.
When she knew the glue had bonded, she said, “Hold back your hair on the left side, slut.” My shaking hands obeyed, as she reached for the second hoop. I released my hair and moaned in humiliation and anguish when I saw it, collapsing to the ground and wailing, “No, please, no, no, please no, Mistressssssssss……..”
Mei Ling grabbed my hair from the top and lifted me painfully from my fallen state. She must have set the earring down, because her other hand snaked around my neck, cutting off my breathing. “Kneel, slut,” she screamed. Her strength amazed me. “You are a SLUTTTT,” she hissed into my face, as I tried to get some air. I grabbed at her hand around my throat, but her strength was too great. I was feeling lightheaded and knew she could crush my air pipe if she wanted. “What are you, slut?” her face only inches from mine. Her grip on my neck relaxed a bit.
I struggled to get air and to answer her at the same time. “Sluttt,” I hissed.
“Right, you are a slut, and because you lied about the S that your Master gave you yesterday, he and your Mistress Rika decided this would be your punishment. Hold back the hair on your left side.” I obeyed and she attached the second hoop, this with the bold, glittering capital letters SLUT dangling from the hoop. She glued it permanently to my slave left ear lobe. She added two ruby studs to the older piercing as I moaned inside and tried to remain in position.
“Back straighter and spread your knees wider, slut,” she ordered, and I obeyed.
Once more she reached into her bag and pulled out a black leather collar, with small silver studs and a ring at the front for leashing. It was about 1 to 1.5 inches thick. I knew that being collared was inevitable, a sure sign of slavery on Gor. In a way, I was surprised it had taken this long to be collared. Mei Ling held a small padlock in front of me, and said, “This collar was chosen by your Master, so I doubt it will soon be removed. Listen, slave, to the click as your last vestige of freedom disappears,” and with that, reached behind my neck and CLICK, the sound of the collar locked around my slave neck echoed in my slave mind. I began to sob anew, a deep despair coming over me.
SLAP. Mei Ling showed no compassion, and slapped the side of my face sharply. “Stop the crying, slave! Now! Get up on this chair.” Trying to stifle my tears, I got back up on the chair.
For the next 45 minutes, Mei Ling worked on my slave hair and face. She brushed my slave hair for several minutes, until it was shining with a luster, then she tied it into a ponytail. She made sure my slave ears and their hoops were visible. She worked on my slave eyebrows, lashes, and applied a dark eye shadow to accentuate my almond-shaped slave eyes. A dark red lipstick was applied to my slave lips. She blushed my slave face and titties, and then put the same lipstick on my slave pussy lips.
She looked at the small ring that Master had placed in my slave bellybutton when he removed the jewel. She did not seem to approve, so told me to stay. While she was gone, I looked into the mirror. For many minutes I had been enjoying the way Mei Ling was caring for me, not unlike years ago when my girlfriend and I played with my mom’s cosmetics, pretending we were grown up. But now, the face that stared back at me was not that of an innocent child. I looked at the slave face of a whore. The SLUT twinkled under the illumination of the mirror lights. Everything screamed, ‘FUCK ME’.
She returned several minutes later, and inserted a ruby red gem in my slave bellybutton piercing. She painted my slave fingernails and toenails a bright red. She stood back to look at her work, using the eyebrow pencil once again, then the lipstick one more time. She seemed satisfied and began to clean up.
“Mistress, may your slave speak?”
“What?”
“May slave use the toilet? She needs to pee.”
“Stupid slave, why didn’t you do this before I worked on your pussy lips? Fuck, oh go quickly, and you better not smear anything.” I thanked Mei Ling and quickly went to the toilet. My stomach was soooo nervous.
When I returned, she re-examined my pussy lips and seemed satisfied. In the meantime, she had removed four cuffs from her bag. One by one she fastened them on my slave ankles and slave wrists. The cuffs had several rings on each and their purpose was obvious. She then pulled out two light chains. My brain screamed “Sirik”, remembering the chaining of slaves on the imaginary Gor.
Mei Ling connected one end of the chain to my left slave wrist cuff, threaded it through the ring on my slave neck collar, and then connected the end to my right slave wrist cuff. I could no longer lower my slave arms completely. They were restricted to a position a bit lower than a dog begging. She then knelt and took the smaller chain to connect my slave ankles. This chain was shorter, about 18 inches in length. On Gor, these two chains would have been connected, but I was not on Gor and this is where Mei Ling stopped.
“Stand, slave,” she ordered, and I obeyed. I could feel my juices begin to gather at the lips of my slave pussy. STOP, I screamed to myself. Don’t let her know what affect she is having on you. They are doing this against your will. Please don’t give them any satisfaction that somehow you are enjoying this!
Mei Ling stood back to examine her work. “Not bad, slave, not bad if I do say so myself. You should go for a good price tonight,” she said with a slight chuckle.
“We have one more thing to do and that is practice three display positions. The men will want to see your body erotically displayed, and these three are most inviting. First, when Jason orders KNEEL, you fall to that position, the same one you used when I entered earlier. It was quite satisfactory, just make sure your knees are spread as wide as possible. Do it now, slave.”
I quickly dropped to the Nadu position, learned long ago in my readings of Gor. “That is fine, slave,” she complimented me, as she walked around her kneeling slut. As she circled, she made a sniffing noise with her nose. “Are you juicing, slave?”
I thought it was a rhetorical question, so I did not respond, humiliated that my slave body revealed what my mind did not want to admit. “Answer my question, slave,” she said, raising her voice in irritation.
“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned, no point in denying the obvious.
“And why is that, slave?”
“Slave does not know, Mistress. She does not wish to juice, but she cannot stop it.”
“And why is that, slave?” she repeated the same question. What could I say, but to admit what was true. “This slut is a slave, Mistress, and her slave body cannot deny it, Mistress.”
“Truly spoken, slave. OK, the next position is ASS. In this position, you drop to your knees, lowering your head to your crossed arms on the floor. Your ass sticks up in the air, exposing it to the whip or to your Master’s whims. ASS, slave,” she ordered, and like a trained animals, I rose to my slave knees and dropped my slave head to my crossed slave arms. My slave ass, already lined with cane marks, was held high.
Mei Ling once again walked around my slave body, kicking my slave legs further apart, until they reached the limits of the chain. This position was the most humiliating I could imagine. She ran her soft and delicate hands over my slave ass, saying “Hmmmm” and then stepped away.
“The final position is OPEN. Rock onto your back.” I obeyed. “Grab your ankles and spread yourself to reveal your shaved pussy.” Oh, no, this was even more humiliating than ASS! “Lift your head slightly from the ground and open your mouth, and stick out your ringed tongue.” Aiiiiiiiiiiii, all three of my slave holes were now openly exposed! How could I take this position in front of strangers and Master and Mistress Rika, my own roomy? How could I ever be Evelyn Wang, student and obedient daughter again?
“Remember, get your legs as open as possible, slave,” Mei Ling reminded me, and I widened my slave knees as much as I could, since my slave ankles where held at 18 inches apart.
“Let me check the time.” She checked her cell phone on the dressing table, while I remained in the OPEN position. “A few more minutes. The bidders should be arriving in the next few moments.” She knelt down in front of my exposed slave pussy, her eyes at the level of the chain connecting my chained slave ankles.
“Mmmmm, I think these pussy lips of yours and your clit will not long remain unringed, hmmmm?” she raised her voice at the end, as though asking a question. Again, I was not sure if I was to respond. “What do you think, slave? You may answer.” And she ran her fingernails along my exposed slave clittie, causing a shiver to run along my entire body.
“No, Mistress,” I nearly wailed in reply. “Please, Mistress…”
“What, slave?”
“Please, Mistress, slave needs to cum.” I spoke the truth, suddenly in great need.
“Oh No, not now,” and she pulled her hand away from my begging slave pussy, causing me to emit an animalistic low moan. “You are a delicious piece of slave meat and should get a high price, more than enough to satisfy Uncle Yang, pay for your bondage apparel, and have enough left over for Rika and your Master to use in the days ahead.”
“Stand, slave.” I got to my slave feet. “Stick out your tongue.” I obeyed. Mei Ling clipped one final chain to my slave tongue ring, much to my anguish. “Follow me, perfect posture, no slouching, and remember to follow all of my brother’s commands.”
She marched me out of the room, and down the stairs. This time, it was more difficult. I had to be careful not to trip with my slave ankles chained as they were. At the bottom of the stairs, instead of turning right, the direction of the room where I was tattooed, I was led left to a new area of the bottom floor.
We entered a somewhat larger room. Numerous chairs were placed in a circle. Mei Ling pulled me past the chairs into a center area, from which several chains fell from the ceiling. She took the chain which was linked to my slave tongue, and reaching up, clipped it to one of the hanging chains.
“Stay, slut,” she ordered, as though I had a choice, and left the room. I began to sob.
To be continued …
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