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Part 27
Nathan was a helicopter kid. His parents had bought a home in the Hollywood Hills and had literally dropped him off before they returned to Asia to monitor the family business. Their only son was given a large monthly allowance, a housekeeper that came weekly to clean the place, and all the privacy a college boy could possibly want…and told to behave himself.
Nathan had given Kyle the GPS for his place in the Hills, and had driven ahead to make sure everything was satisfactory. He had been planning a surprise that would destroy any self-esteem Sophie still had.
The van ride was not smooth. Sophie felt every movement of the vehicle as it pulled agonizingly on her chained neck and arms – especially her arms! She had hung for hours, or what seemed like hours, while her ex-boyfriend, tortured her mentally and physically, and now she was chained by her arms, having them folded up her back, in a very, very uncomfortable position.
During her time in the cell Nathan had grabbed several short periods of sleep and so was not too tired despite the fact that it was already 8:30 on Saturday morning. Sophie still had the piss covered towel over her head and was completely unaware of the time of day. Sophie had not slept at all. Every time that she had closed her eyes and drifted towards sleep, the pull on her arms woke her with a start. The deprivation of sleep that she had endured along with everything else meant that she was not thinking clearly at all.
On the way home, Nathan had called Janet. “Hey Janet, how are ya?”
“I thought we said we would meet up on Sunday.” Nathan listened for a while and then whistled into the phone. “He lives where? Fuck those places are huge and he’s got his own dungeon you say. Okay we’ll head for his place after noon. You gonna be there, too? Good, I’ll check in with you and see you later.”
Nathan’s place had privacy, but not a well-stocked dungeon. And besides, he liked the way Tarl operated and figured he could learn a thing or two.
When Kyle arrived, he called Nathan who directed him to drive into the garage, and then closed the garage door. Not likely anyone could see from the street, but it would not do for a Girl Scout to come up the drive to sell cookies at just the moment he was leading his slut into the house.
Sophie was led like a pet into Nathan’s house. Although she was hurting, the experience of being pulled on a leash into and through a house that she had been in many times before as Nathan’s girlfriend was very strange.
“Ahhh, my little fucktoy!” Nathan approached Kyle and Sophie. Sophie tried to look up at him but her bent over position was too agonising.
“Unfasten her please, Kyle.” Sophie was released from her strict bondage and the wrist manacles removed even though her collar was left in place. As she stretched her body Nathan approached Sophie and gripped her hair tightly. Sophie yelped.
“Listen to me cunt, this slutty body is all mine, to do with as I please. Does slut understand?”
“Y…yes, Master,” Sophie was very scared now.
“And she will do as I say, won’t she?”
“Y … yes, Master,” she repeated, “please Master, what are you going to do to slut?”
“Ha, ha. I should beat slut’s sassy ass for daring to ask such a question, but instead I will tell slut of my plans when I have her in position. Now move over to the chair.”
Nathan pointed to a black, reclining leather chair and pushed Sophie hard towards it, causing her to stumble.
“Sit!” Sophie did as she was asked.
“Do not move or speak!” Sophie nodded not knowing whether to audibly reply or not. Nathan seemed happy with this. Under instructions from Nathan, Kyle fastened a chain through the front of the ‘D’ ring at the front of Sophie’s collar and secured it around the chair fastening her neck in place. Sophie winced as she heard the ‘click’ of the padlock. Then her hands were taken and placed upon the chair arms where more chains were wrapped tightly around her wrists before they too were padlocked into place. Finally her legs were pushed wide open and her thighs and ankles were fastened by more chain and padlocks to the sides and legs of the chair.
“P…please Master, what are you doing to me?”
“Slut dares to ask questions again and dares to refer to herself as ‘me’! Secure her tongue, Kyle.” His colleague smiled as he gripped Sophie’s tongue, pulled it out and after fastening a small bar and chain to the stud, clipped her tongue to her lip ring. Sophie was effectively gagged and she wailed loudly and unintelligibly.
Her legs were splayed wide open and her secured body was powerless to stop Nathan fitting sharp alligator clips to her pussy lips and fastening small chains to pull them wide apart before securing them to the chains holding her thighs apart. Tears streamed down Sophie’s eyes with the pain and humiliation of this latest experience to which she was being subjected.
Nathan stood back. “So, cunt, I have a surprise. Cunt would be amazed at how many of her friends and fellow students, even a lecturer or two, asked about her after the auction – yes cunt, there were more people there than slut would appreciate.”
Sophie’s eyes widened and she mewed louder.
“So I have invited a few of them over for a bukkake session.”
Sophie looked confused.
“Let me explain what this is to my stupid slut. Bukkake is where a slut is selected by a group of people to kneel before them and let them cum all over her face and body. However, for slut this experience will be slightly different. Slut is secured with her pussy lips held wide open and so all of the cum from her hand picked audience will be directed over her pussy!”
“Nnnghhhhhhhhhooooo!!!” yelled Sophie.
“And it gets better. During this, all the residual cum will be collected in a jug and then the excess that hasn’t already seeped into slut’s delectable pussy will be scraped into the same jug – then I have more plans for slut, but one step at a time, eh?”
Nathan looked immensely pleased with himself as he pressed a remote control and made the chair recline even more forcing Sophie’s head down and her pussy higher. She screamed as best she could
“Kyle, let them in.” Kyle moved to a door and opened it. Sophie despaired as she saw one familiar face after another enter the room. She wailed in humiliation and shame.
Part 28
For nearly an hour, Ev had been strapped to the bench and the Invader had plunged in and out of her sopping cunt. The timing meant that though she had experienced some mild orgasms, she was continually denied the “big one”, the one that she had never experienced, but could feel its presence. Like any California girl, she knew what small tremors were, but had never experienced the big earthquake.
She was completely lost in the physical and emotional whirlpool, and did not realize that Tarl had reentered and turned off the machine. Her moaning continued for several seconds after the dildo was removed completely and the Invader had been backed away from her gaping hole.
Tarl released the strap that gagged his slut. The corners of her mouth were rubbed nearly raw from her struggles over the past hour.
“Please,” Ev groaned.
“Please, what, slave?”
Ev did not answer immediately, trying to regain her awareness and moisten her lips. “Please fuck you?”
“No,” she said hesitantly, “no…please let me go.”
“This is not a weekend fling, slave. You are mine and I have no intentions of letting you go. Your only hope is to please me so that you can at least attend classes on Monday. But no, you will never be free. You are a slut meant to be enslaved, a bitch meant to be used, you are nothing more than three holes meant to pleasure me and any man, or woman, for that matter.”
Tarl had not raised his voice. He spoke matter-of-factly, leaving no room to argue. Ev did not respond, just lowered her eyes which had been temporarily captured by Tarl’s gaze. She thought of Monday, how usually she had no desire to attend classes after a fun weekend, but this Monday would be very different. Then she thought of her SLUT earrings and lip and tongue piercings, and a wave of despair washed over her. She knew she could hide the earrings behind her luxurious hair, but the piercings would be impossible to hide.
As he began to unstrap her from the bench, he continued. “That was your morning reward for being a good slave so far today, but now we have much to do. You have proven to be a first class cock sucker,” he said, helping his slut to her feet, “but there is so much more. Display position, slave,” he ordered, and Ev immediately snapped to attention. “Arch your back more, spread your legs more, stick out those breasts, display yourself as the sexual creature you are!”
Ev readjusted her position. Yesterday, she would have refused such a demand. Today she obeyed instantly. From the back, Tarl reached around and drove two fingers into her wet cunt. She grunted slightly, rose up on her toes, but did not break position. He leaned over her shoulder and whispered. “You are nothing but a fucktoy. You were born to be a slave, to serve a Master, to think of nothing but his pleasure.” He increased his pressure, probing deeper into her pussy, teasing her engorged clit. “Say it, tell me what you are.” She did not respond, so he dug deeper.
“This slut is a fucktoy, Master, born to be your slave, to serve you, to please you. Pleaseeeeeeeeee,” she droned, her need suddenly so strong, her experience with The Invader having broken her resistance.
“Please what, slut?” he asked, knowing she was about to break. He pinched her clit, again driving her to her toes, her breathing deep and rasping.
“Please, please, fuck your slut, pleaseeeeeeeee.” Once the words were out, Ev yielded to her animal instincts, with no regrets. There was nothing she wanted more than to be impaled and to reach the orgasm and relief she had sought with The Invader.
“Haha, I told you that you would eventually beg, didn’t I? I know everything about you, I know your need, I knew your resistance was futile, that you were born to be fucked and to beg to be fucked. And you know what, I will grant your request,” Tarl declared, pulling his fingers from her juicing cunt, “but not at this moment, slut. You will just have to wait until I am ready. Your need means nothing, slut.”
Ev wailed in frustration and humiliation. She had begged to be fucked and he had turned her down.
“We have a few more things to practice. I wouldn’t want you to embarrass me when we get visitors later today, would I?” Ev said nothing. Grasping her hair and pulling her backward, arching her back even further, he hissed, “I said, ‘would I?”
“Nnnooo, Master, this slut will not embarrass you, please, Master!”
“That’s more like it, slave. Answer me immediately when I ask you a question, no matter who is listening, no matter how humiliating and revealing it is, do you understand?”
“Yes, Master, yes, your slut understands.”
“Walk for me across the room and come back,” he ordered, releasing her hair and giving her a push forward. Ev wondered at this command, but did as she was told, walking to the other side of the room and then walking back, eventually turning her back to Tarl and going to a display position.
“You have the body of a slut, but you walk like a duck.” His comment stung. “Your steps are too long, your ass barely moves, you walk like your pussy lips are chained to your thigh cuffs. Is that what you want, slut? You want me to reclip your pussy lips?”
“No, Master, your slut is sorry. Please teach her to walk to your approval.”
Tarl was pleased with her subservient comment. She was like clay and he was moulding her into the perfect slave.
“Stay.”
Tarl left the room and returned with her gym back. He pulled the boots with the 5-inch heels from the bag, then he walked over to the equipment cupboard. He returned to Ev with boots, ankle cuffs and a short length of chain.
“Put on your fuck-me boots, slut,” handing them to Ev. She was not sure if breaking position would earn her a swat, so instead she unsteadily pulled one boot, then the other, balancing on the opposite leg. She then buckled them up the side.
He knelt and cuffed her ankles, then locked the chain to the cuff rings.
“You are a sexual creature, slut. Your body is like an instrument, and you must learn to play it for men. Your steps must be short, as though your ankles are chained. They are now, of course, but even without the chain, you must walk in the same way.
“Your hips are like beacons. They beckon the male’s attention towards your ass and your two nether holes. Move them, sway them, make them sing.
“Your breasts are like headlights. Thrust them out, make them beg to be grabbed and twisted.
“Don’t shut your mouth. Keep it slightly open. It is a fuck hole, remember, and not to be closed in the presence of your Master or any man.
“As you walk, nearly set one foot in front of the other, like you are a model on the catwalk. That will force your hips to sway to the music that your heels tap to the floor. Ok, try it now.”
Ev took one step and nearly fell. Tarl had to grab her arms. “I said short steps, you stupid slut! Do it again!”
Tarl’s comments stung again. She was not stupid! She would show him! She took one step, then another, the chain at its max. He picked up a small whip. After a few steps, she had the distance and continued across the room. As she neared the other side, Tarl barked, “Your hips, swing your slave hips, put one foot directly in front of the other. You are not a college coed any longer, you are not the girl next door any longer, you are my slut, my slave, my fucktoy, my fuck meat, and you will walk like I command! Thrust out those breasts. Straighter! Stand straighter! Open your mouth, more, slut. Bring your tongue to the edge of your lips. Yes, yes!”
And so Ev walked, back and forth and back and forth, Tarl making comments about her arms, her ass, her hips, her mouth, rarely complimenting, always demanding, occasionally punctuating a comment with a swish of his baby whip on her pert ass. After about 10 minutes, he removed the chain and for another 10 minutes she walked back and forth unhindered, walking like only a whore or slut would walk. “Enough. Are you thirsty, slut?”
“Yes, Master, your slut is very thirsty.” For just a moment, Tarl considered some other liquid alternatives, but instead filled a dog bowl with orange juice and Ev lapped it up from the bowl.
Ev could feel the SLUT earrings brush against her neck. Her senses were alive; she was feeling herself a woman for the first time.
“While you are down on all fours, you will learn a few more display positions.” Ev raised her head, licking the last drops of juice from her lips, the metal in her tongue touching the metal in her lip. “What could he mean?” she wondered.
“Let’s start with ASS. When I call this position, if you are standing you immediately drop to your knees, lean forward, your forearms flat against the ground, and just like the command, stick your ass as high in the air as you can. Obviously, if you are already on the floor, do the same. Show me ASS, slut.”
Ev put her arms out in front and lowered her head. “Not good enough, slut. Put your forehead flat to the floor, between your arms. Arch your back more. Get that ass as high as you can. You are offering its use to your Master, slut!” He whacked her ass with the whip and Ev obeyed. “Good, slut, good. And if so ordered, from this position you can pull your ass cheeks apart, making it even easier for your Master to fuck your ass. Now stand and display.”
Ev immediately rose on her 5-inch heel boots, displayed as the slut she now was. He held her in this position for 15 seconds and then ordered ASS. Immediately she fell to the humiliating and degrading position.
“Fine, one more and that should be enough to impress our visitors later today. This is called HOLES. Go to your back, and spread your legs as wide as possible. Do it!” Ev obeyed. “Now, this is very easy if you are wearing heels, like now. While on your back, reach forward with each hand and grab a heel, pulling your legs back and up, stretching the tendons in the back of your legs, totally exposing your holes. At the same time, open your mouth a bit. Now, all three holes are open for inspection and use. ASS!”
For just a moment, Ev hesitated, still smarting from the hopelessness of her situation. A quick smack from the tiny whip put her into action and she took the ASS position. “Spread your cheeks. Wider!” She was thoroughly humiliated, frustrated, and yet when he wiped his fingers along her slit and tickled her rectum on the way by, she knew what he would find. “You love this slut, don’t you. Your juices never stop. HOLES!”
Without thinking, she flipped to her back and opened herself widely for inspection. “Wider!” She obeyed, and opened her mouth wide enough for her pierced tongue to peek through and touch her lip ring.
“Excellent. You love it, don’t you, slut?”
“No, Master, this slut does not love this.”
“Wrong answer, slut,” and he swiped her exposed thighs harshly with the whip, back and forth, yelling, “Wrong answer. Give me the right answer, slut!”
“Yes, Master, yes, your slut loves it. Please, Master, please, she loves it!” Ev wailed. She would have said anything to stop the whipping.
While she was pleading, Tarl had dropped his shorts. “Nadu,” he commanded, and she quickly took that position. “Suck, slut!” Ev took him in her mouth and quickly began to pump his cock, passion flowing through her. Suddenly he shouted, “ASS,” and she quickly released his cock and turned over to take this position. “Spread your cheeks!” She obeyed. She felt him. He was kneeling behind her, at her entrance. She had been assed fucked the previous night and did not want this again. She dared to say, “Please, Master.”
“Please, what, slut?” She felt his cock enter her ass hole.
More desperately, “Please fuck your slut’s pussy, please, Master.”
“Too late, slut!” and he rammed himself into her ass, impaling her and pushing her forward. She pulled harder on her ass cheeks, trying to relieve the strain on her rectum, but there was not relief. Tarl rutted in and out, sawing through her resistance, through gritted teeth commanding her to relax, but she could not.
His left hand reached for her hair and pulled it back and up. She thought she might break in half. Again and again, his cries matching hers, his cries of lust, hers of pain, his howls of victory, her wails of defeat.
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