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By Rasputtin Szczepanski
Chapter 12
For the first two weeks, Shannon was kept as a pet, one that was fucked several times a day. The royal Master enjoyed screwing her at least once a day, mostly in her pussy but sometimes her mouth and he introduced her to the painful position of being screwed in her ass. He waited until her brand was healed for that and he seemed to take great pleasure in the pain he was causing and the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her next to her branded ass cheek.
Most of the time, she sat kneeling while her Master worked. He left for long periods and from that she suspected that he had other homes where he had other wives and children.
She observed that there were four female servants in the house. They cleaned and cooked. They appeared older and dressed conservatively. They didn’t speak English so they never talked to her. One was Russian, one was from Pakistan, and the other ones were from the Philippines. The son kept two female slaves that he had trained as ponies. They were kept somewhere in the barn where Shannon got her brand.
She got a close look at them when her Master went out to watch his son ride. He sat in a lounge chair set up on a viewing stand next to the track. As the son drove the cart around, Shannon stared at the other woman who was tied to a fence close to her. She could see the pony-girl eying her, examining her like Shannon was her. She looked like she was Hispanic or possibly Arabic. She was tall, about five foot 8 inches.
When the son was done riding the girl around, he tied her to a post and walked over to his father. He sat down next to him and they talked while Shannon kneeled there, sweat running down her brow. She wondered how they could stand the humidity. The conversation suddenly turned to Shannon and the son leaned over and squeezed a breast. Her pinched the nipples, pulled on them and discussed them with the father.
The seemed to agree on something and the son grabbed the leash and pulled Shannon up. He led her away from her master who finished his drink and headed back to the house. Shannon looked over her shoulder and whimpered. The son jerked sharply on the leash and led her to the barn. In the back, they proceeded though a door that led down stairs into what looked like a medieval dungeon. There were cages that Shannon assumed the pony-girls stayed in. She thought about them, burning up out on the racetrack, tied to the post. Their hands were untied, although the leather contraption they were strapped in looked locked. Still, she wondered why they just didn’t untie themselves and run away.
She sometimes though of running away but runaway to where? She was in the middle of the desert in a country that she didn’t even know.
The son picked her up and laid her down on a table. He strapped her in using leather straps around her wrist and ankles. It was cooler down under the ground and the chill cooled the perspiration on her skin. Her nipples swelled and expanded both from the cool air but also from the excitement she felt when she was tightly restrained.
The son brought up and opened a small box next to her. She tried looking down but couldn’t see exactly what he was preparing. He had some cotton swabbed in alcohol that he took and rubbed around her right nipple. She leaned her head forward, trying to watch him. He took a metal tool that looked like a forceps but with holes in the end and clipped her nipple. She sucked in air as he locked it tight. It was very tight, tighter than the normal nipple clamps Tom used to use. He then took out the needle and showed it to her. Realization of what he was about to do suddenly dawned on her and she threw her head back and closed her eyes. She instinctually jerked on the bonds that held her down. He placed the needle on the holes and slowly pushed it through. She whimpered and cried out when the needle came out on the other side. The son’s cock swelled and rose as he pushed through the tender nipple meat. He removed the needle and pushed through a gold ring. She squirmed and gritted her teeth.
The son repeated the process with the other nipple. She cried out again, tears rolled down her cheeks. By the time he was done, his cock was painfully straining to get out from under his clothing. He climbed up on the table and looked down at his work. He unstrapped her ankles and then freed his cock. He laid down on her and slid his cock inside her. As he pumped in and out of her, he leaned up on one elbow and watched his newly decorated nipples shake and bounce under him.
He played with one of the rings, causing Shannon to wince. He slid deep and put his whole weight on her. His cock exploded, sending ribbons of semen deep inside of her. She had learned that they were never going to give her permission to come and they didn’t seem to care if she did. Feeling his lusted sated inside of her was enough to send her over her edge and her cunt gripped down on his cock in spasms, milking it.
When he was done with her, he unstrapped her, got up, unhooked the leash, smacked her hard in the rump and said “Back to the house with you.” She scurried up the stairs, her ass cheek still stinging and walked briskly back to the house where she found Master sitting and watching Formula One racing on TV. She kneeled down beside him and he looked down and smiled. He played with the rings and said “those look very nice on you” in his broken english then reverted his attention back to the TV.
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