Bridgette Michelle: Diary of a teen sex slave whore

Part 3

Diary of a Sex Slave Whore, Part 3 (FMf/f, tor, bdsm, hum, best)

On one weekend where Amy came back from college to visit her parents, only her
Dad was home.  Her mom had some big fancy job in London and she spent most of
her time over in Europe.  I begged my Mommy so I could visit my friend on her
weekend back.

 I begged on the basis that I had been good and endured the last three weeks of
her training.  She made me suck on Violeur's huge gross cock once in the
morning for breakfast, and then she would drag me out of bed at midnight or so
and tie my collar around a bolt in the barn floorboards and have me suck him
off a second time.  Most nights, I was left in the cold barn to sleep on the
hay with dried horse cum all over my face, in my nose, on my breast---it was
disgusting.  And Mommy always was there with a empty metal bucket, resting it
under his spurting cock so that anything I missed would be caught in the
bucket.  She never did anything then with the bucket or its contents.  Mommy
just told me I had been good and she left with the bucket and left me in the
dark with Violeur.  

So I thought I deserved to see Amy.  Her Dad, Mr. Saban, was there to greet me
when Mommy dropped me off.  

"Where's Amy, Mr. Saban?"

"She's upstairs, Bridgette.  Come on  in."

Mr. Saban got me something cold to drink.  My eyes were on his mansion of a
home.  He was a lawyer for some corporation in the city and his two-story house
was huge, and everything was so clean and organized too. I remember thinking he
must have to hire a lot of maids.  Mr. Saban however had his eyes on me.  Mommy
had picked out my clothes for this trip;  I was wearing a white blouse that was
two sizes too small, a short plaid skirt and no stockings with cute little
white socks and red 5 inch heels.  And my long hair was pulled back in one long
ponytail.  Mommy told me that Mr. Saban would be real nice to me, if I was nice
to him.  And she wanted to make sure my clothes were just right by him.  By the
look on his face, and the bulge in his pants, I knew he liked me, but he was
just about as gross-looking as that giant horse thingee.  

"Your mother called, Bridgette, before you came over, and she said that if Amy
was busy for a while, that you would show me a good time.  I think Amy
mentioned that she would be upstairs with her homework for at least an hour or
two. "

Mr. Saban draped his big hairy arm over my shoulders and played with the
buttons on my blouse.  "Let's go down in the basement.  I have something I want
to show you, honey."

He locked the basement door behind us and he told me to walk down the steps
real slow, and to raise my skirt a little with each step down.  I did what I
was told and by the last step, I had the skirt hiked up to my waist, exposing
my ass and the fact that I had no panties on underneath.  

Then his whole demeanor changed, his voice changed too.  He wrapped his arms
around my chest from behind me and tore at the buttons on my blouse.  I
resisted a little but he soon had the blouse torn apart.  He turned on a few
more lights in the basement and I saw a thick wooden worktable under a single
hanging light bulb.  He scooped me up and threw me on the table.  A few of the
splinters in the wood ran into my thighs and hands as he roughly shoved me.  I
screamed from the shock of it, and he slapped me hard across the face, warning
me to keep quiet.  Telling me that I was his for the next two hours, and if I
didn't behave my Mommy would know about it.  

He brought out a pair of scissors and cut my tiny skirt off my thighs and threw
it into a dark corner.  Mr. Saban pulled at my pussy lips and jerked my body
further down on the table.  He ripped off his pants and before I knew it, I saw
this raging hard-on diving into my pussy.  He was kind of fat, so his big
stomach rested on my tight stomach while he churned his cock inside of me.  His
cock was about average I guess, and it didn't take him a full minute to cum.  I
could feel him cum inside of me and then his fat body collapsed on top of me. 
I hoped that it was over, and I was thankful that he was so quick.  But he had
two hours with me, and he was not about to stop so soon.

When he recovered his senses, he had me get down off the table and get on all
fours.  He forced me to lick off his cum from his cock and then keep licking
and sucking on it until I got him hard again.  This took like forever.  Like 20
minutes of my licking his balls and licking his cockhead.  Mommy had made me
practice with a dildo, but his taste was different than that plastic.  Mr.
Saban liked to hold his big fat fingers on the back of my head and ram his
half-limp cock deep into my throat.  I was gagging like crazy for air, but he
ignored me.  I tried for about 30 minutes to get his gross cock back up but he
just couldn't do it.  He got real disgusted, and real frustrated and started
calling me all kinds of names, like stupid cunt, blonde bitch, and things I
couldn't really hear because he had his hands on my ears pulling my mouth and
face closer to his fat dick.  Finally, he just got upset and lifted my wrists
up and connected them to a set of steel handcuffs dangling overhead.  He
adjusted the slack and I was just barely able to stand on my 5 inch heels. He
rammed a red ball gag into my mouth and wrapped it tight around my head.  I
didn't like this at all and I tried to see if I could force it out a little. 
It wasn't going anywhere.  

"I know what will get me hard again," he muttered as he stormed up the stairs.
When he returned, Mr. Saban was pushing Amy in front of him.  When she finally
noticed me, tears welled up in her eyes.  She ran to hug my hanging body, and
whimpered something about her daddy.  This didn't last long.  Mr. Saban pulled
his daughter away from me and ordered her to strip.  Amy only had a pair of
jeans and a tee shirt on.  Underneath that, just her bra and panties. 
"Everything.  You know what I like."  Amy stirpped off her panties and then her
bra, and her wonderful breasts came billowing out.  And from where I was
hanging, I could see that she had a beautiful heart-shaped ass too.  

"Come on, get on your knees, you little cunt!"  Lick your friend's pussy, and I
want to hear you licking and loving it too!"  Mr. Saban put his college-age
daughter to work on me, and I was helpless to resist.  I was reminded of that
night in the jacuzzi.  This was starting to work for him.  But he wanted to
make it more.  He went over to his work bench and brought over some tools.  He
told Amy to stay on her knees and keep her tongue out.  She lifted her head
back and exposed her tongue as much as she could.  Mr. Saban lowered a clamp
down on her tongue and smashed it hard, pressing it into the tongue.  This
metal tool had a top and bottom clamp with a single hole in the metal.  He
brought a large gauge needle over and just in an instant shot the needle
through the hole in the clamp, through her tongue, and back down the hole on
the other end of the clamp.  Amy screamed even with her mouth like it was, her
arms were waving and her fingers looked all tense and animated.  Her
fingernails were scraping against the cold concrete floor. Mr. Saban passed the
needle all the way through and followed it with a thick ring.  He dragged his
screaming and reluctant daughter to his bench and brought a soldering iron to
the tiny open end of the ring.  A minute or two later, the ring was completely
soldered on and when he released her, Amy's tongue just laid outside her mouth,
hanging out from the weight of the silver ring.

Now it was my turn.  He lowered the clamp down to my pussy and clamped my outer
lips together, lining up the holes in the metal on either side of my pussy
lips.  I started to really struggle at this, so he ordered Amy to hold my hands
tightly behind my back.  She looked like she had been through something like
this before, and with her head down, and her tongue lagging out, Amy gripped my
wrists and held on to me.  Seconds later he pierced my lips with a long laupin
needle.  I screamed behind my gag and tears fell fast down my cheeks.  I
thought I might pass out.  I wish that I had.  He chased the needle with a
really thick ring that was about two inches wide.  He passed it through and
then brought the soldering tools over to me to seal my pussy ring.  I could
feel the intense heat running through my pussy lips and I could feel him singe
the tiny trimmed hairs on and around my lips.  

When he was finished with his metal work, he ordered Amy in front of me again
and on her knees.  She knelt down with her face right at pussy level.  Mr.
Saban brought a small stretch of chain links and connected one end to his
daughter's tongue ring, and the other end to my pussy ring.  The weight of the
ring tugged at my pussy, pulling on it slightly.  Fresh tears came when he
finally released the chain links from his grasp.  Now Amy and I were connected.
 Again, he ordered Amy to lick my pussy, and of course, this caused both us a
lot of pain.  The swelling was already starting from the piercing in my pussy,
and Amy was being forced to lick up my blood and my pussy juice.  And I know
that her tongue must have been throbbing like my outer lips were.  And the
weirdest sensation was when her ring would click against my ring; it was cold
and it was painful.  

Mr. Saban got himself some lotion and starting stroking his cock while watching
Amy give me head.  Every few minutes he would shove the back of Amy's head,
forcing her tongue to get as deep as she could get it inside my pussy, and
rubbing up against my clit.  Mr. Saban was not having a hard time keeping hard
now.  The sight was keeping him huge and hard at the same time.  When he felt
like cumming again, this time he leaned over his daughter's face and pulled
back on her brownish blonde hair.  He released his cum and jets of his cum
sprang out all over Amy's face.  Of course, when he pulled back on her hair,
her part of the chain jerked on my pussy and I was pulled painfully close to
the jetstream action.  I could feel some of his hot cum hitting my pussy lips. 
I looked down to see Amy's eyes and nose and cheeks covered in his white cum. 
Mr. Saban lowered my gag down, and scraped some of the cum off of Amy's cheeks
and thrust it into my mouth. I was gasping for more air and instead I got more
cum.  He smeared the rest of the drying cum on Amy's face and neck.  Now Mr.
Saban looked more relaxed.  

The phone rang from upstairs and Mr. Saban left us to take his call.  When he
returned about two minutes later, he had the widest grin on his face.  He
leaned on Amy's shoulder and caused her to start falling; that immediately
pulled my pussy lips down and stretched them about as far as they could go.  I
let out a deafening scream and begged for him to stop.  Mr. Saban just
continued his smile.

"That was your mother on the phone, Bridgette.  She just wanted to check on
you.  I told her how good and cooperative you were being."  Mr. Saban made a
slow walk around our bodies, admiring my ass, and admiring how us girls looked
so appealing being abused like this.  "And I told your mother that you were
having such a good time that you wanted to stay longer.  And we agreed.  So,
you'll get something extra and I'll get to keep you all night."  My heart
jumped into my throat.  "Oh, and did Amy ever tell you I bought her a horse to
ride about four years ago?  The truth is, Amy never rode it much.  And he's
been neglected far too long.  But from what your mother tells me, you love
horses."