Californian Slut

Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Just a visit to the beach/Enslaving Ev already on Bdsmlibrary) …

PART 1

Slut (1) …

I had my hand on the door handle, a tear ran down my cheek and I turned to watch his car … Master’s car … until it disappeared around the corner. I slowly twisted until I faced the apartment. There was a light on, Rika must have left it on before she left to join us at Yang’s shop yesterday… yesterday … yesterday …

‘Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, and now it looks as though they’re here to stay …’

The words of the song echoed in my mind, only did I mean ‘troubles’ or was I now someone totally different to the young, innocent Asian girl who had left for the beach to enjoy the November sun only 2 days earlier?

And Rika … how was she? Zhen Hua, the bastard, had her. I knew only too well what she could be going through. She was to be returned at 9pm…. would she be? What condition would she be in? What would my relationship be like with her from now on? Fuck, too many things to think about.

Me … Ev … I … what was I, what had I become?

How could I pretend …?

I twisted the key and took a few careful steps in though the door. I felt as if someone had stuck a huge, thick pole deep inside me and left me impaled for the past 48 hours. My pussy was so sore. I went inside and shut the door behind me. I halted under the hallway light and slumped backwards. The door held me upright, I was exhausted, so tired.

I looked down at myself. My clothes were ripped to shreds, my aching titties were almost fully exposed ... what a sight I must be. Fleetingly I thought of my family and what they would think if they could see me now!

Master had removed my collar telling me that I could have it back later but I had no panties or bra on, nor did I wear shoes or sneakers or anything on my bare, naked feet. I had no idea at what stage of the last day or so I lost Rika’s red thong. My underwear and clothing must have been scattered everywhere … Yang’s, the boat house, Zhen Hua’s, many souvenirs taken to bear testimony to the weekend where I had started out a virgin and ended up a girl who got fucked. Really fucked.

I’m ruined, I thought. Wrecked, fucked. I pushed myself forward and made for the bathroom that I shared with Rika. Once in there I turned on the light and took off the tattered material that passed for my clothing. I needed to pee so bad. I moved to sit on the toilet and felt relief as my bladder emptied. I was sore, so fucking sore. My ass and my pussy, so fucking sore.

I looked down at myself. My skin was red and marked from ropes and whips and wax and sucking and licking and … my poor, beautiful long, dark slave hair was flat and matted with sweat and cum. I could smell sex on myself and my shaved pussy looked raw, red and raw. My body was covered in new adornments. I had a second ear piercing with rings containing the word SLUT glued into my ears and a tongue stud with a ring on it glued into my mouth, not to mention a fucking tooth brace … yes a tooth brace. Master Simon had told me that the glue was only semi permanent and would eventually allow for removal of the items, but not for few days yet, and I had college to go to!

I stood up and hobbled to the sink where I started to brush my teeth. It was an unusually hard task with my brace in but I would have to manage. The toothpaste had a minty flavour and tasted good. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror and saw that my eyes were red where they should have been white and had a strange, dazed look about them. They didn’t seem like my eyes at all.

The toothpaste had built up into foam and was spilling out of my mouth when I felt my stomach churn. Suddenly I gagged and my head felt so light. With a rush I whirled away from the sink and fell to my knees at the toilet, grabbed the sides and heaved into the bowl.

Master (1) …

It was 4pm on a Sunday. Evelyn Wang … my slave, my slut, my gyrl. Fuck she was gorgeous. I know that I had spent a lot of time fucking Rika, Ev’s roomie, this past day or so, but Ev was the girl who occupied my mind. I had left her at the door of her apartment a short while ago and was now parked back at the beach. It was here that I sat in my car, staring out towards the incoming tide, and re-lived what the last 48 hours had just delivered.

I had mastered slaves before; I had a dungeon of sorts in my house - but never a slut as beautiful as Ev. The fact that she had a room mate who was also into our little game was an added, interesting bonus.

Ev had been a virgin when she attracted my attention on the beach. Now she was a million miles away from that status. White silk to red silk as she would like it described. Just like in her favourite fantasy land, Gor and the world of John Norman. I wondered what she would be doing now. How would she feel, how would she react?

I had left her with an envelope containing some words of comfort and a set of instructions for later that would, I guess, seal the fate of our relationship. She was a natural slave and I already knew how she would respond. I certainly hoped that I knew anyway because if she decided to turn against me then I had just subjected her to the most sexually illegal weekend possible and I could be the one who was fucked!

Fleetingly I though about giving Stacy a call. I was still horny … impossible! I took out my cell phone and was all set to call when I changed my mind. She was Jonno’s girl and I should leave her alone. Besides I still had plans with Ev for this evening and Stacy, despite being a thoroughly gorgeous chick, could end up being in the way.

Instead I closed my eyes, leaned back in my seat and pictured Ev. I saw her on the beach, sensuously stripping off her clothes to reveal the skimpy red bikini. I saw her in the boat house being fucked, losing her virginity and then later, in the same place, screwing around with Rika as well. Then my mind wandered to the tongue piercing and the tattoo and then onto the auction … had I really sold her for a night, unbelievable … and then to the final session with the ass hook and all, at Yang’s shop. What a weekend, what a slut, what a gyrl. I was missing her already.

I stroked my crotch and could sense my erection building again. I started up the car and headed for home. I would be speaking to Ev again soon, or so I hoped.

Slut (2) …

I was feeling a little better now. I had showered for a long and luxurious time and now sat in my room dressed in my red hoody, black lacy camisole panties and fluffy rabbit slippers. I had opened the envelope and was reading Master’s note that he had left with me. As I read I was at first comforted and then shocked.

Master started by saying that he thought that his slut (which means me) was the most beautiful girl he had ever met, and then went on to say that after my introduction to slut-hood and slavedom this weekend I now had to choose whether I wanted to be his permanent slave or not.

Choose! Fuck … as if I had a choice. I hated the pain but loved it at the same time and the humiliation that went with it. Of course I wanted to be his slave … I had to be. To have the chance to choose though was comforting. It reminded me that I wasn’t completely out of control.

However, accepting my choice came with a price ... a pretty imminent price. Master was ordering me to masturbate to the point of orgasm at midnight, then again at 2am and then again at 3:30am before meeting him over the Instant Messaging service on my PC at 5am, by which time I would be so stoked and ready and willing to do anything for him.

To verify that I had obeyed him I had to email him at midnight, 2am and then again at 3:30. Shit, this was taking over my life. I had college tomorrow at 9am and, despite accepting that my essay wouldn’t now get done in time, I had to go … Master said so.

The weekend had been one thing … well a lot of things actually … but to discover that being my Master’s slut was going to affect me both day and night was almost too much.

I should have gone straight to my email and said something like:

‘Master!  Email you at all these times? Master, please, you are taking control of gyrl's life and while she would love this in the summer when she has the time, she cannot possibly be awake as much as you are demanding.  She is reaching an important point in the school year, with midterms and important assignments. 

 

Master, maybe gyrl will just have to say goodbye, even though she has loved her short time with you.  She just cannot sacrifice everything, and throw away everything and dishonour her parents.  She cannot concentrate on her homework.  Master, gyrl just cannot report to you every time. She won’t be able to get anything else done.’

 

But I didn’t and instead I sipped from my coffee and breathed out a heavy sigh. Amazingly my fingers had drifted down to Master’s pussy and were toying with the sore lips. I closed my eyes and thought of Master Si watching me. I was just beginning to get wet again when I heard the key in the lock. It must be Rika, she was home. What would she be like? I jumped up from my bed and moved into the hall just in time to see the door opening.

There silhouetted against the evening sky – it was 8pm, she was early – was Rika. I expected to see a dishevelled, well used Asian girl, but instead I saw my beautiful, apparently composed, clean looking roomie. What the fuck? Rika wasn’t even looking my way, she was waving someone off.

After a few seconds she turned to look at me.

“Hi slut,” she remarked somewhat more brightly than I had expected. Her label for me stung … would I really have to be her slut as well, did I want to be? The questions in my head were serving to arouse me even more. Despite what I been through all I seemed to be was aroused!

“Hi Rika,” I replied watching as she hobbled a little into the hallway and then into our living area.

“Fuck Ev, I’m shattered.” She did look tired, but other than that she appeared to be quite refreshed. Her body had been freshly perfumed and her lovely long, black hair was fluffy and clean. When she had been bundled into Zhen Hua’s van Rika had been wearing her skirt and one of Master’s shirts. She now only wore a long shirt – either Master’s or Zhen’s – that hung down to her upper thigh. She had bare feet, just as gyrl had when she was returned, but Rika seemed in much better shape.

“Wh .. wh .. what happened Rika?” I asked confused as to why she didn’t look like I had when leaving Zhen Hua’s.

“What? Oh, we talked.”

‘Talked, talked’ what do you fucking mean ‘you talked’, the words echoed in my mind.

“You talked,” I said in a measured, controlled manner, “What about?”

“Look sweetheart; fetch me a coffee and I’ll tell you.”

She ordered me to do something and I obeyed instantly. It was only a coffee but something clicked inside me. I could be her slut … I knew it then.

A minute or two later we were both sitting in our living room and I was ready to hear her story.

Master (2) …

Her screams. Her delicious screams. How I'd relished the sound of those screams. That and the desire in her voice when her arousal overcame her. Ev was a glorious slut.  The erotic sight of the angry red marks and welts that adorned her flesh as a reminder of her status now flooded into my mind’s eye. Fuck I wanted her again.

My thought process continued to conjure pictures of Ev; her struggling, defenceless body twisting this way and that, roped to the ceiling, impaled upon an ass hook, sold on the auction stage … I stroked my burgeoning erection.

But they were only thoughts. I needed Ev to be real, in person taking my erection between the warm lips of her mouth, sucking me, swallowing me, draining me. 

I remembered the boat house; the surge of ecstasy, the feeling of utter power as my cane had landed again and again and again. I remembered wanting to hurt my slut, thrash her until she came. In that old run down building, meeting Ev for the second time, on the Saturday of this fantastic weekend I simply had not wanted to stop. I had wanted it to go on and on, savouring the delicious screams of Ev’s agony.

The smell of her perfumed body came back to me, the aromatic, spicy tangs of her lovely scent, the dry smell of the boathouse and then the sharp smell of collective arousal that existed in Yang’s shop and the hall where Ev had been traded.

In the depths of my mind I knew that she was special. In a certain way I wanted to spoil her, to treat her nice, to kiss her, to hold her, to make love to her … but I knew that Ev was a slave, a slut, a submissive and to treat her badly was to treat her nice.

I was once again beyond myself with lust as my fist began to move the rigid exposed flesh of my cock back and forth. I wanted to cum with her picture, her beautiful face at the front of my mind … damn, it felt good. Then I stopped. I had my night ahead with Ev planned; assuming that she still wanted me. Of course she would, wouldn’t she?

I smiled when I thought of the burden I had placed upon her. She had to report via email every few hours throughout the night and then I would virtually ‘punish’ her across the internet. She wouldn’t be there with me in body, but I would use her soul, her character, her mind and she would enjoy me as though I was with her, using her, inside her.

There was something about this gyrl, something that made me forget all of who I was outside of being the dominant Master Si, and all I wanted now was to have her suck me as hard and as deep as was possible.

It was 10pm now. Rika should have been returned. I smiled as I thought of Ev’s roomie with her newly pierced nipples and now, hopefully, with the same little attachment as Ev had on her mouth brace allowing her to be chained by the teeth.

I had 2 hours to wait before Ev’s first email. My mind was wandering and I felt tired. I did not need to read all of Ev’s emails as they arrived, the time stamp on the computer would confirm her compliance … or not. So, setting the alarm on my cell phone for 4am I settled down in the luxury of my leather arm chair for a few of hours sleep.

Slut (3) …

“Of course he fucked me,” Rika stated simply in a matter of fact kind of way. She had been a virgin until the day before but now she talked about sex as though she was a street whore.

I swallowed hard, almost unable to speak, as Rika continued with her story.

“D … d … did you travel in his van? “ I stuttered.

Rika laughed, “Yes, and I was choked by the same dildo you had been, in fact …” she whispered, “I think I could taste you on it.”

I was visibly shocked by the wanton use of words by my roomie, shocked but enthralled just the same.

“And then he got me back to his house, into his dungeon and fucked me.”

I said nothing but my eyes bade her to go on.

“Then he made me crawl to him and suck him until he was aroused again …”

I nodded in recognition of what Zhen had also made me do.

“And when he was ready I took him deep into my throat and made him cum …”

I was really aroused now; this story was so stimulating … what the fuck was wrong with me?

“Did he film you?” I asked.

“Huh, no, at least I don’t think so.”

I wondered why, because the bastard had filmed me. What was it about me?

“… but he did make me keep his sperm in my mouth …”

Rika placed her coffee mug on the floor and began to crawl towards me.

“… and then kneel back on my haunches like an owned slave …”

I moaned as she came nearer to me.

“… and wait with my hands clasped behind my head …”

Rika placed her hands on my bare knees and slid up my body. I held my breath.

“… until he said I could swallow.”

Rika’s face reached mine and she moved her lips to me.  We kissed, long and hard leaving this slut breathless before our mouths parted.

“Oh Ev, you’re braced, how sexy.”

“Yes, I … he … Zhen …”

“Oh it’s okay sweetheart, I know he did. He told me, in fact I have a small clip now on my braces too. Master Si had asked him to put one on me.”

For all the absurdity of our situation and the significance of what was happening to both Rika and I, the main feeling in my stomach as Rika mentioned Master by name was envy. My Master had cared enough to ask Zhen to do something to Rika - presumably for his own benefit, and that made me jealous.

What did he intend? Was I not going to be his only slut? I suppose by the very definition of my role in his life I would have to suffer whatever choices he made. If Rika was to be his slave too then so be it.

As if she had heard my thoughts Rika continued “And then, with both of us tired out, he took me to his bed where we lay naked and talked. He played with my titties and eventually, after he had made me wet and become hard again, he fucked me once more. He told me about some of his slave punishments, his tricks, why he did it and how he made his sluts suffer and then he let me shower and change before bringing me back home, to you.”

I was so horny listening to her, especially after the kiss, that I silently begged Rika to take me somehow, anyhow and do whatever she wanted.

“My talk with Zhen prepared me well because Master Si has told me that I will be your Mistress apart from when he decides that I too will be his slut.”

“Oh.” I exclaimed, a little taken aback.

“But don’t worry we will still live as normally as we can, as two college roomies, but from time to time, either under Master Si’s instruction or not, I will become your Mistress.”

I still looked confused and no doubt a little concerned.

“So the exciting thing for you is that you won’t know when I am Rika your roomie, or Mistress Rika sent to ‘punish’ you.”

Rika smiled and I swallowed hard. I was filled with trepidation but very excited at the same time. How would this work, what would our lifestyle mean. I would find out soon enough I guessed.

“But for now Ev, my darling, I need to sleep.”

And with that she peeled her lithe body away from mine and went to her room.

My mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts. Scared, thrilled, aroused … imagine my state! Rika’s arrival home and story telling had made me tired again and I could not help my eyes closing and my mind drifting. I placed my coffee cup down and thought that I would take a short nap. I still had a couple of hours to midnight.

I should have set my alarm!

Master (3) …

Not surprisingly my sleep was deep. I cannot even remember what I dreamt about, or if I had a dream at all. The alarm broke the spell of my slumber as it rang shrill in my ears. I looked at the time on my cell phone. It was 4am. Despite the comforting nature of the luxurious fabric, my body ached from sleeping in the arm chair.

I dragged myself up and to the bathroom where I stripped off my clothes and took a shower. I wanted to be fresh for my slut. Oh how I hoped that she had responded. After towelling myself dry I put on a pair of loose shorts and headed for my computer. First stop was email. I had set up a fresh account, for Ev to message me, which only she and Rika knew. I punched in my user ID and password and waited for the screen to load.

‘New Messages (4)’

Mmmm, 4 messages, I thought. Why 4? I clicked into the inbox. They were all from Slut Ev … splendid. The romantic heart inside of me leapt for metaphorical joy as the very fact that she had sent 4 emails to me confirmed that she wanted to be my slave. I opened the earliest one noting that it was timed at 00:40am. She had been 40 minutes late! I smiled as I read.

To: Master Si

From: Slut Ev

Subject – Masturbation 1

Hi Master, sooooooooo sorry that gyrl is late!!!!!!!! Your slut is here, but then you knew she would be didn’t you? Your gyrl stood naked wearing only her panties and fingered your cunt until she began to whimper with need and then pulled out.  She begs to be fucked, even though she needs to sleep.  Slut will be worth nothing tomorrow.  Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, please fuck me Master!

Kisses.

Oh man this was hot … she was hot and there was more to come. I clicked on the next one timed at 1:59am. Pretty much bang on time wise.

To: Master Si

From: Slut Ev

Subject – Masturbation 2

Aiiiiiiii. Master! Gyrl has fingered herself to near climax once more, and is still trying to calm down.  Your slut is totally spent, but after taking some coffee and a snack, gyrl will be back for more at the required time.  It is torture to be on the edge and not actually fulfil the cumming.  Gyrl imagines you standing there with a whip and spreads her legs wide to honor you!

Later Master. xx

I was now solidly erect. The words in her emails would have been enough but the very thought of her obeying me, not sleeping and fingering herself to a near orgasmic state was unbelievable. I stroked my cock through the material of my shorts as I opened the 3rd email timed at 3:31am. Good slut.

To: Master Si

From: Slut Ev

Subject – Masturbation 3

Master Gyrl knelt, knees spread, but thighs straight, on her bedroom floor with her fingers in your cunt until it was slick with juices.  This is so crazy! She lowered her head to your feet, and locked her wrists behind her back, high, so that her ass was available to you, Master.  Then slut felt your fingers at both her holes.  Please, Master, fuck your slut, fill her with your seed, she begged.  After about 5 min, she imagined you did, and she pushed her ass back to you, deepening your fuck, aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...now, your slut is so horny she is desperate to talk to you and cannot wait for 5 o’clock. Kisses.

Oh yes, she was really going for it. They were only words in an email but I just knew them to be true. She had masturbated to near orgasm 3 times since midnight and was now so aroused that it hurt. Fuck, she was good. But that was all I had asked her to do before 5am. What is the 4th email? It was timed at 3:47, just a short while ago.

To: Master Si

From: Slut Ev

Subject – Slut needs more!

Master slut knows that she has met your demands but your kajira wants more. She has now completed her ass display posture, and felt your presence before her and then within her.  She juiced much and thought much about the weekend and about you thinking of her.  With her hands behind her, she was unable to bring herself to near orgasm again, however, Master, but felt the thought of your lash on her back and ass and juiced very much.

 

Thank you for being my Master

 

Thank you for being my Master!

 

Thank you for being my Master!!

 

Thank you for being my Master!!!

 

Thank you for being my Master!!!!

Master please do not be displeased with slut for doing more than you had asked her to.

Now in this high state of arousal, she must wait for our IM time. Slut will sit waiting with her legs spread to feel you there.   Kisses xx.

This was just fucking great. Despite being one email too many her last email was the best of all. I was now as solid as a rock and desperate to play with my slut. It was 4:30am – just 30 minutes to go.

Slut (4) …

I had been too enthusiastic I was sure. The events of the night had aroused me so much I was now almost permanently on the edge of cumming. I was exhausted, true, but coffee and catnaps had got me through so far and now it was only a few minutes before Master was due to talk to me on IM.

I was so excited dressed in only my red hoody, my black cami-knickers and pink fluffy rabbit slippers. My pussy was still sore but it was wet too. I moved away from my PC to close the bedroom door. Rika was sure to still be sleeping but I wanted privacy.

It was 4:59am as I typed my user ID and password into the Instant Messenger login screen. I had already set Master up as a contact and so he would appear to me as Master Si. I would be Slut Ev to reflect the personal details in my new messenger account.

I pressed enter and waited. It logged in, and there was Master’s name but he was still showing as offline. No, please let him be there, I was too hot, too aroused, too sluttish in my feelings for him not to be there. I typed in my first message to him in offline mode; I was so desperate to speak with my Master.

Slut Ev says:

Good morning, Master, your slut is hot and horny and very sleepy too

Slut Ev says:

Oh no, Master please be there, gyrl needs you.

Then he was with me. Yes … he was online!

Master Si says:

Good morning slut I am here

Slut Ev says:

aiiiiii, kajira juices with joy, Master

Slut Ev says:

How may slut please you, Master?

Master Si says:

Ok slut. Your first email was late therefore you must understand that this is a serious punishment session and so you must not start any conversation without being asked by me. Understand?

A serious punishment session, what did he mean? I was on IM how could that work … but oh it was so good to be with him again. I would tell him that I understood.

Slut Ev says:

Yes, Sir

Master Si says:

You are doing well slut. What are you wearing?

Slut Ev says:

Red hoody, black panties, and slippers, Master. Pink, fluffy rabbit slippers.

Fuck, why had I said that? He didn’t want to know that his Asian fuck toy had rabbit slippers on. Stupid slut!

Master Si says:

Can I assume you have still not had an orgasm over the last 5 hours?

Slut Ev says:

Yes, Master

Master Si says:

Good. Are you horny gyrl?

Slut Ev says:

Yes, Master

I needed to pee. I needed to pee desperately. It must have been the coffee and the excitement and the fact that my body clock was all over the place.

Slut Ev says:

Master, please may gyrl ask something

Master Si says:

Yes you may slut.

Slut Ev says:

Master, gyrl is embarrassed, but she needs to use the toilet, Sir

Slut Ev says:

Master!!! Please

Fuck he had to let me go. I would have to go anyway, whether he said so or not … wouldn’t I? I knew then that I would not. If Master did not give his permission I would simply piss myself. What had I become?

Master Si says:

You may not go just yet until this first punishment is complete. Understand?

Slut Ev says:

Master, it is serious

Slut Ev says:

Gyrl is so excited and needs to pee, Master

Master Si says:

Ok slut. Go now but be quick.

Thank fuck for that. I got up quickly from my seat and ran to the bathroom. It was with a great relief that I released the strong stream of pee into the bowl. So desperate had I been that I had not locked the door and so I should not have been surprised when it opened and in walked Rika rubbing her tired eyes. I looked up.

Despite my situation and exhausted state of mind I was struck by how very sexy she looked with her tousled hair and short night shirt rubbing her eyes in a child like manner.

“Oh hi Ev,” she remarked, “You got up for a piss too?”

“Oh, er, yeah,” I answered wishing she would just disappear so I could get back to Master. She was still half asleep and so as I got up, flushed the toilet and washed my hands I just said, “Later Rika,” and went back to my room.

Slut Ev says:

Sorry, Master, slight complication, thank you, Master

Master Si says:

Are you still hot and horny?

Slut Ev says:

More than ever Master ...considering the hour

Slut Ev says:

Gyrl met Rika in toilet

Master Si says:

Is Rika with you now?

Slut Ev says:

No Master

Master Si says:

Is Rika okay slut?

Oh why did he have to ask that? Master forget Rika, this is about you and me, I want you to myself … please … I should have typed this, but I didn’t.

Slut Ev says:

Yes Master, Rika is fine.

Master Si says:

Okay good. Take off your hoody.

Slut Ev says:

aiiii, it is so cold, but gyrl obeys

I wasn’t lying it was freezing. Our heating had not yet kicked in and I was only now noticing the cold for the first time as I slipped off the hoody to reveal the upper part of body naked. I could see the marks still from my weekend experience and I still had the nipple rings that had been fitted by Mai Ling before I was sold to Zhen Hua.

Master Si says:

Ok. Now reach up to your right breast with your left hand and stimulate your nipple into an erect state. Then twist it hard until it hurts. Tell me how that feels slut.

There was no chance of me disobeying Master and so even though he wasn’t physically here I did as he ordered. Reaching to my right breast I took the erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twisted hard until I yelled out.

Slut Ev says:

aiiii, Master, it makes gyrl feel in great need

Master Si says:

Good. Now use the other hand on the other nipple. This time twist really hard. Let me know when it is done.

Master (4) …

I was now so hard that a mere flick at my cock by a knowing finger would have brought me off. Ev was performing really well. She must be exhausted, but that was the point. She was my slave, my slut and now that she had committed to me she needed to know it.

Slut Ev says:

Master!  What if Rika comes out and sees this!

Master Si says:

Rika will not come out just yet. Trust me.

Rika knew what I was doing. I had already sent an SMS text message to her mobile phone.

Slut Ev says:

Yes, Sir

Slut Ev says:

Oh, gyrl wishes she could whimper out loud!

Slut Ev says:

Maybe she needs to gag herself soon

Master Si says:

You must stop sending messages without being asked.

Slut Ev says:

L

I smiled at Ev’s willing and proactive participation. Although what she was being asked to do was so insignificant compared to her previous experiences of this weekend.

Master Si says:

Ok. Now for the main event. You are to be virtually whipped 8 times. How do you feel?

Slut Ev says:

Like a slut in need, Sir

Master Si says:

Good. Now I want you completely naked. Tell me when it is done.

Slut Ev says:

Master, gyrl is totally naked for you, and hopes Rika does not come out, but that makes it more exciting also

Master Si says:

Ok good. Now you may use your finger to briefly make yourself wet. Tell me when it is done.

I gripped my cock and jerked the foreskin back and forth several times. I was just so horny. Even such a brief exercise almost made me spill over before I quickly regained control of my lust.

Slut Ev says:

Done, Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Master Si says:

Splendid now lick your finger dry. Tell me when it is done.

Slut Ev says:

Mmm, yes, Master, done

Master Si says:

Excellent. I have decided not to ask you to peg your nipple but to get on with the whipping. Is your hair hanging loose and long?

Slut Ev says:

Yes Master

Master Si says:

Ok then make sure it is not covering your back as I need to see your naked back exposed.

Slut Ev says:

Yes, Master

Master Si says:

Ok. Now stand and wait. Unless you are typing your hands should be on your head. After each stroke you will reply starting with a count (one, two etc) then telling me how it felt and whether you cried out. Understand.

Slut Ev says:

Yes, Master

I really wanted Ev to be here with me, dancing naked at the end of my cock.

Master Si says:

Good. The whip I am using has 5 thick leather lashes tipped with a leather knot. It will hurt like hell and bring up red welts but will not harm beyond that or scar. OK.

Slut Ev says:

Yes, Master

Master Si says:

Here is the first one. I have delivered hard across your back, kissing you from your left hip to your right shoulder blade. Reply as instructed slut.

Slut Ev says:

One … thank you Master, gyrl feels like cumming

Master Si says:

Do not under any circumstance cum. Understand.

I wish I could guarantee the same outcome my side. My mind pictured my naked slut standing in front of her PC obeying my instructions. I made a mental note to get myself a webcam!

Slut Ev says:

Yes, Master

Master Si says:

Did gyrl cry out?

Slut Ev says:

no,Master

Slut Ev says:

Rika

Slut Ev says:

Is moving around

Slut Ev says:

Master, may gyrl speak

Master Si says:

Yes go ahead.

Slut Ev says:

At this rate, Rika will be up in a few min for her morning workout, gyrl wants to finish this session and really feel it, but in a few min it will be impossible.

Slut Ev says:

Fuck Rika let us carry on Master

Master Si says:

Rika wants you slut

Slut Ev says:

Huh?

Slut (5) …

Instinctively I turned away from the screen and sure enough there was Rika in the doorway of the living room carrying a small holdall. She still looked sleepily dishevelled and thoroughly gorgeous. But Master was obviously talking with her as he knew that she was around.

“Oh look my little Ev is naked. Is Master Si teasing you slut?”

I didn’t know what to say.

“R … R … Rika, what are you …”

“Doing here Ev? Oh Master Si told me about his plans for you over the internet and has asked me to take over from here while he grabs a couple more hours of sleep before he starts work.”

I briefly pondered Master and his job. What did he do? How absurd to think this right now.

“Rika, if Master is gone may I also please get some sleep. It is almost 6am and I could doze for a couple of hours before college … I have to go to school, Master says so.”

“I know that slut and I am here to help you get ready. For the next few hours until you go to class, I am Mistress Rika.”

I gulped visibly and Rika smiled. She moved towards me and stroked my cheek.

“You will please me slut, it is your responsibility to do that.”

”Y … yes M … Mistress,” I stammered. I watched Erika’s mouth as she licked her lips revealing the metal of her braces as she gazed over my naked body.

“I want to enjoy you. Now, undress me and fit this on my body.” Rika reached into the holdall and pulled out a strap on dildo. My eyes opened wide but I said nothing.

“It was a gift from Zhen.”

Funny, I hadn’t noticed the bag when Rika came home. But then I had been too mesmerized by her condition to really notice.

I moved my hand towards Mistress Roomie and, in an act that would have been unthinkable only a few days before, I unbuttoned the night shirt and slid the garment off Rika’s shoulders. She wore only a pair of white lacy thong panties. Her skin was smooth, albeit a little red and marked as my own was, and her breasts were firm and pert.

I bent down and forwards and, taking hold of the thin strappy sides, I slid the panties down her legs. She too now was naked. I felt Rika’s fingers on my shoulders, pulling me up and then moving to cup my breasts. I closed my eyes and moaned. Following Rika’s whispered direction I fastened the obscene black dildo around my Mistress’s waist.

“Make sure the stimulator is fitted against my clit, cunt.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now I’m gonna fuck you!”

Her words were simple yet very clear.

I sensed Rika’s breath quicken as she pushed me back down towards the floor of our living room. She followed me down and spread my legs in order that she could then kneel between my thighs. I knew my pussy was displayed in all its shaven glory to my dominatrix roomie. Moving forward Rika began to probe at both my ass and pussy with her fingers. I could feel both openings grip and contract.

Then, as the slick, smooth rubber cock brushed more insistently at my slit, I held my breath. Rika smiled and then groaned triumphantly as her back arched and she slid the dildo all the way inside me. I bucked and jumped but she was in. I was filled once more. I screamed out at the invasion of my sore groin as Rika started to move rhythmically, embedding the dildo ever deeper into my body.

“Hold me slut.”

I obeyed and wrapped my arms around Mistress, just as I might any lover or Master.

Warm, moist lips brushed against mine until her tongue invaded my mouth.

“Oh slut I can feel your braces and your stud, you really are a sexy little hottie!”

How could my roomie be talking to me like this?

Rika’s hands slipped under my ass, pulling her forward and impaling me deeper. I groaned anew as Rika began to fuck me with piston like strokes. A frenzy of movement signalled clearly that Rika was nearing her climax. She thrust and panted more aggressively and ordered me to grip and push her own ass, which I did.

At last Rika tensed and then went still, as every visible sinew of her body strained. Her mouth was open in a silent scream that turned gradually in a low growl of pleasure and satisfaction, before she collapsed onto my, now warm and perspiring, body.

“Oh Slut, oh Ev … I love you so.”

I smiled at Rika’s words but still I felt a deep knot of disappointed frustration at being left once again on the edge of my own orgasm. Despite the shameful way in which I had been taken, and in my own home, I was desperate for the rigid rubber shape in my pussy to commence its teasing movement again.

I shivered with lust as Rika’s fingers cradled and stroked me. It was easy to imagine that we were simply lovers rather than Mistress and Slave. I stifled a sob as her hands trailed over my face, my lips then so intimately and sensuously through my hair.

I shivered again as Rika traced the curve of my shoulder blade and then I cried out as she began to fuck me again. Bizarrely I thought how grateful I was that this cock was a rubber dildo as a man, after his orgasm, would have left me frustrated as his penis wilted. Rika’s fingers were still active, cupping and kneading my breasts as I happily endured her molestation.

I wriggled and writhed as the sensation in my pussy and the pit of my stomach accelerated. Rika twisted my nipple and I moaned.  My hips were instinctively beginning to rise and thrust in natural response to Rika’s movements and I could hear my juices squelching more and more. I closed my eyes and strained my body as I finally gave over to wave after wave or glorious orgasm.

“Thank you Mistress,” the slave in me said.

This was a beautiful culmination to one of the hottest nights of my young life and once I had sated my lust and begun to climb down from the wave of pleasure, I realised that it might not yet be over.

Master (5) …

It was 10am when my bleary eyes opened in a haze of confusion. Slowly but surely thoughts of Slut Ev came back into my mind. I woke with a hard on and it would be a shame to waste it. As my hand curled into a fist around my cock I could feel extra life jump into it. Pictures of Slut Ev paraded around in my head almost making me afraid of how good it felt.

I toyed with my penis as only self masturbation could allow, pushing myself to the edge, teetering there, and then pulling back before repeating the process again. I was helpless in my own hands, and it felt fucking great! Finally I surrendered to the inevitable and my nerve ends cried out with rapture as I exploded all over my stomach.

I sank back down into the comfort of the pillows. I ran my own business and so today would be a ‘working from home’ day. I did not have to rush anywhere and that made me feel good. I thought again of Ev and noted that she would have been at college for an hour already. How was she getting on? Had Rika sent me an email like I had asked her to do? Dragging myself out of bed I thought I would go check.

I switched into my email screen and sure enough there was an email from Rika timed at 9.10am. With more excitement building in my stomach I clicked to open it up.

To: Master Si

From: Rika

Subject – College Days!!!

Good morning Master Si, Rika here. Well all went to plan with Slut Ev. As you asked I interrupted her IM session with you and fucked her hard. She loved it by the way and I cannot thank Master enough for bringing us together. I could tell that she suspected all was not finished as we lay in each other’s arms but as I removed the strap on dildo, put on my night shirt and told her what would be happening to her during the forthcoming week at school, her face became a picture J

When I told her that the way she looked would get progressively worse, in a slutty way, as the week progressed she started to object but I just smiled and she knew then that to object would not only be pointless, but ultimately very painful.

I stopped reading for a Moment whilst Rika’s word sunk in. Ev would be going to college this week as a slut. How fucking humiliated she would be. I could not wait to hear the stories of her first days at school as a slave! I went back to the email and continued to read.

Oh Master despite having cum already, watching your slut as she sobbed thinking of what the week to come held was soooooooo hot!!! Master Si, she looked gorgeous – good enough to eat (don’t worry I didn’t).

I smiled at this last comment and the image it created in my mind.

Master I can hardly wait to see her as each day goes by (fuck, Master, I am getting sooooooo wet just writing this and thinking of Ev at school).

I have told her that she needs to take many photos of herself when at college so that you know she has been there as she should be – although how she will get through it when she also has the new earrings, the brace and the nipple rings showing clearly through her ever reducing clothing, I have no idea.

K? Laterz R.

I was sweating with excitement after reading Rika’s email. I could not wait see Ev again and hear stories of her day at Uni. She was my slave, my slut and life was good!

To be continued with Slut Ev’s first week at CAL Uni as a slave …

Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Enslaving Ev on Literotica) …

PART 2

Slut (6) …

My mind was all over the place. In the past 48 hours I had lost my virginity, being taken as a slave and fucked by my roomie who was now my Mistress and my lover.

Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii what was going on? 

What’s more she was telling me that in a couple of hours I would be going to school, supposedly as normal, and that as every day went by this coming week I would be made to look progressively more sluttish. The thought horrified and yet thrilled me.

Rika left me to my thoughts and disappeared back to her room. It was 7am, and a long time since I had slept and so I too decided to go to my room and grab a couple of hours sleep.

******

"Don't you have a class?"

“Huh, I … er …,” my alarm must have failed (did I remember to even set it?) and now here was Rika waking me up. As my mind came back to focus on real life I remembered what was in store for me today. College for the first time as a slave with my braces, nipple rings and ‘SLUT’ ear rings. Fuck I was not looking forward to this – I felt nauseous.

"I don't want to go,” I blabbered nonsensically, “I have something to do here. I need to finish my assignment."

"Class is more important. Get up, get dressed and go."

"No. You aren't my Mistress, Rika." Did I really just say this? Rika would be furious.

Oops. Shit. She towered over my bed and fixed me with a stare.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing … Rika."

"I think I heard something about a Mistress, Slut Ev?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I could not deny what I had just muttered, she had heard me.

"I said that you aren't my Mistress, Rika."

"I see. So that’s what you think is it Ev?"

"Just that I am old enough to take care of myself and I don't need you telling me what to do and where to go. There is something for my essay that I need to work out and until then I won't be able to concentrate on anything."

"Something for your essay? Which is?"

"Nothing that would interest you. It’s Sociology stuff."

"I think I will be the judge of that, thank you. What is it?"

"Look I just don't..."

"Enough, Ev. Remember what Master Si said. He sets the rules, right? I don't want to hear another word. Is that perfectly clear to you?"

It started to sink in but my mouth was faster than my brain once again.

"I don't..."

She was on me in an instant, grabbed my hair and pulled me out of bed. I squealed as she dragged me to the door of my room.

"No, Rika, my class, no..."

The door opened and she dragged me into the hallway and towards the front door. I was struggling with her, trying to get her hand out of my hair. I was naked; I hadn’t had the strength to dress before hitting the sack, and I was still very tired now. I was staring frantically down the hall to the outside, where I was certain Rika was about to dump me.

"Rika, I 'm sorry, I really am, I'm sorry, I'll be good, I promise..."

She stopped, went into the living room and turned me away from her. She pulled my arms back and held my wrists in one hand while the other smacked my ass, hard. I squealed.

"Shut up, take it in silence slut.” 

She lifted my wrists up so I had to bend over and then proceeded to smack my cheeks hard and over and over until they were hot and red. I could hear the smacks and wanted to scream, but didn’t dare. The slapping noises as her hand hit my ass were loud enough anyway.

I bit my lip and squirmed but kept silent. She really gave me a sound spanking, and it was amazing to me how much it heated my ass. Then she grabbed my hair again and dragged me out of the living room and back to mine.

"Now, will you argue with me again, Ev?"

"No, Rika. I promise."

I tried to sneak a rub to my cheeks. Of course she noticed.

"No rubbing. Get dressed, no bra but today you can wear panties. And the tightest vest you have slut. I want those rings showing. After class come back here immediately, understand?"

"Yes, Rika."

Fuck, I didn’t mind going braless, but my nipples, they always stuck out, and today I would have hard metal rings protruding through the tight vest top. Thank goodness Master had unclipped the statues from the rings before sending me home. I'd get looks and blush and I hated it. As I pulled up a pair of jeans, I winced. Shit, she could hit hard! I pulled on a vest top, the tightest I could find, slipped on a short jacket and grabbed my books, hurrying so I wouldn't be late for class.

“Slut, come here.”

“Please Rika, let me go or I will be late.”

She looked me up and down. Slut Ev, as I now was, dressed in tight jeans, a small vest top and with braces, tongue stud, nipples rings and my new ‘SLUT’ earrings showing clearly.

She smiled. “Good, you look fine. Now go.”

Rika watched me, standing in her night shirt. I grabbed my denim jacket and dashed out the door without saying goodbye.

******

I had dashed out of the house to be away from Rika, but in reality I still had plenty of time. It was 8:20am and my class did not start for another 40 minutes. I had time to walk and it was a fine, crisp November day so off I set.

Being alone allowed me to think about my situation. Tomorrow and the rest of the days would get progressively worse but I had to get through today first. Although I found having braces perversely sexy, I was embarrassed to be seen in them. I was 21 years old, and to have new braces just wasn’t really normal. I decided there and then that my best course of action was to try and speak as little as possible.

But then there was the earrings … they said SLUT, fuck how would I hide them. My hair was long and would cover my ears, but not all the time. And the nipple rings were showing clearly from my braless tits through my tight vest top. I was sure that the next class, a double lesson of 2 hours duration, would not be easy.

As I got nearer to school the more people came into view. Those that didn’t know me, and that was most of them, just passed me by, but then before I knew it;

“Hi Ev,”

“Huh,” I turned quickly to see my class mate Julia running up behind me hugging her books to her chest. I did the same, hiding my nipples at least for the time being.

“You had a good weekend gyrl?”

I smiled and nodded. Had I had a good weekend? Fuck, if only she really knew.

“Soooooo, did I. You will never guess what. On Saturday I met …” She stopped speaking, paused and looked at me.

“Are those braces on your teeth?”

Shit, were they that easy to spot?

Again I smiled and nodded.

“It’s okay Ev, you can speak you know.”

Just then my books slipped and fell on the ground before me. There was no breeze and so they didn’t blow around they just lay there by my feet.

I wanted to cry.

“Here Ev, let me help you.” Julia was being kind, and then she noticed.

“Shit Ev, have you had your nipples pierced?” She could see the rings outlined clearing, along with my hard nipples, against the material of the tight fitting vest.

I looked at her, still not speaking, as tears welled in my eyes.

“And, look what are these?” She reached up and fingered my new earrings.

“SLUT … what the fuck! Why did you get these Ev? What happened to you this weekend? Braces, nipple rings, SLUT earrings …”

That was it. It was all too much. How I would get through this day I had no idea … as for the rest of the week, well I couldn’t bear to think about it.

“I … I … I gotta go.”

I bent down, scooped up the books and ran away as fast as I could, leaving a dumbfounded Julia in my wake.

I was almost at the college entrance before I stopped. I ducked into the side walkway and stopped, resting my back against the cold brick wall. I was panting and out of breath. I could not believe my predicament. The weekend just gone had been one hell of an experience. Losing my virginity, being taken as Master Si’s slave and then all the horrible things that happened to me afterwards. But yet …

Simply thinking about my ordeal was making me juice. The experience had horrified yet excited me at the same time. What was I? What had I become? Fuck, I missed Master already. I was emotionally confused and now I had a class.

With those thoughts clouding my mind I forced myself to leave the sanctuary of the side-street and make my way into school.

I followed the corridor round towards my Sociology lecture theatre. I was nervous as I had no essay and would have to explain to my professor. I was just passing the locker area by the Science Labs when I heard a voice call out.

“SLUT!”

I turned my head to see who had spoken.

Master (6) …

I was hot and horny. I wanted Slut Ev to be here with me. Sitting on my cock, twisting her nipples and writhing in ecstasy as I told her what a useless cunt she really was. That is what Ev liked, it is what I liked and I so wanted to fuck her.

It was only 9:30. I had just finished reading the email from Rika, slut’s roomie, and I knew now that my slave had gone to college. Poor Ev, she must have been shattered. She had not slept for pretty much all of Saturday night as she had been sold to Zhen Hua for his pleasure, which he painstakingly extracted all night from my slut! I knew also that my instructions had kept her awake for most of Sunday night and so now she must have been tired beyond all comprehension.

How would she get through the day especially as she had her new braces, nipple rings and SLUT earrings to contend with? This thought made me harder and I reached inside my shorts to lazily circle my cock and, slowly, I started to move the foreskin back and forth.

Then I stopped. Come on Si, I thought to myself, jerking to your mind’s eye will be a waste when you can have the real thing in a short while. Time to contact Rika again.

“Hey Si … sorry, Master Si,” Rika’s tuneful American/Asian voice came clearly through my cell phone, “how you doing?”

“I’m good Rika, how’re you?”

“Good, thanks.”

“Wonder how slut’s doing?”

“Iono Master, I guess she is tired and embarrassed … just like we planned – hehehe!”

“So, what you doing now?”

“Chillin’ Master, I have 2 days midterm study leave, so I’m sitting here talking to you in my nightshirt playing with my nipple rings.”

“You upset I let you go to Zhen Hua’s after you had such a hard time with me?”

”Erm… well no Master. I mean I was at first but I actually had a good time with Zhen and he sort of gave some ideas about how Ev and me can exploit our new relationship together.”

”Good. You wearing panties?”

“No Master.”

“Ok. Listen go to your email in 5 minutes. I will send over an instruction for you.”

”Oh, yesssss Master,” I could sense the excitement in her voice.

I ended my call and moved to my PC. I opened my email account, selected Rika and started to type.

To: Rika

From: Master Si

Hey Rika, here’s what I want you to do. Strip naked. Prepare two ties for your legs and then select a thong from your panties drawer. You should then fetch 3 or 4 ice cubes fresh from you cooler. You should lie on your bed and finger yourself to the edge of an orgasm whereupon you should immediately stop. Insert the ice into your pussy and then put on your thong pulling it tight into your slit. This stops the ice slipping out and your slutty fingers going in.

You should then tie your legs at the ankles and thighs.

Lay back for 30 minutes, place your hands high above your head and see what happens.

Then email me back with your report.

Master Si.

xxx

I pressed send and then moved away from my PC to make some coffee.

It was an hour or so later when I returned to my email and there was a reply from Rika. I opened it.

To: Master Si

From: Rika

Fuccccccccccckkkkkkkkk Masterrrrrrrrr! Have you any idea what ice does to a girl’s pussy?

I read this first line and smiled to myself.

I did all you instructed Master but the ice – aiiiiii, it was so fucking cold I was in tears and could hardly tie the rope around my legs. Anyhow, I somehow managed to so I lay back and could feel the ice melting and biting and then, fuckkkkkkkkkk – I came so hard that I cried out, but still the ice carried on melting and biting me until I came again. Master, the first time I ever had 2 orgasms so close together … thank you!

Now my bed sheets are fucking soaked, but I am satisfied and happy.

Love,

Rika

oxoxoxox

Shit, that was hot. I was hard again and sorely tempted to jerk off. But I didn’t instead I sent another email.

To: Rika

From: Master Si

Good slut Rika. Enjoyed your report. Do you know Slut Ev’s email password?

In a minute or two a reply had appeared.

To: Master Si

From: Rika

Yes, I watched her type it in earlier, why?

Xxx

Good. She knew Ev’s password. We would have some fun with her when she returned from her day at school.

Slut (7) …

I turned my head so quickly that I almost hurt my neck. There facing me was a group of students. The figure in the centre of the small group was the one who had spoken. She smiled and looked directly at me. I scanned her perfectly formed frame from head to toe. She was lovely and despite being dressed conservatively in jeans and a loose, white top there was no mistaking the voice and figure of Mai Ling.

My mind was a whirl. I had never seen her here before, but then there were thousands of students at CAL. Had she followed me or had she now stumbled across me by accident? I wasn’t sure how important that question was anyway because here she was walking towards me, in the corridor of my college, with a group of half a dozen others … and she had called me slut!

I was frozen to the spot with my back to the metal of the lockers. Shit, even through the denim of my jacket, they were cold.

“Hey slut, didn’t know you were a CAL student. What you studyin’?”

I was dumbstruck. Here was the girl who, the last time I saw her only 2 days earlier, had been dressed as a dominatrix and had stripped me, fingered me, made me shave my pussy and then chained me to an auction stage! Now here she was chatting as if we were old friends. But she had called me slut.

She turned to another girl in her group.

“This is the bitch I was telling you about.”

My heart sank.

“No, oh Kelly, she’s gorgeous, just like you said.”

I looked quizzically at Mai Ling.

“Yes slut, my name’s Kelly. Mai ling is just my weekend name.”

She reached forward and knocked my books to the ground. Her gang giggled. I started to bend to retrieve them.

“Don’t move.” She might have been Kelly the student but she had the same command in her voice as Mai Ling that was for sure.

“Oh slut, I love the nipple rings,” she reached out, brushed the denim to one side and touched my ringed teat. I held my breath.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Fuck!! I shook my head. She twisted my nipple. Again her crew laughed.

“Do it!”

There were other students passing us and looking at me. They clearly wondered what was going on but none of them stopped. Mai Ling, or Kelly, or whatever, closed in on me and she and her entourage had formed a semi circle blocking me in. I had a class 5 minutes ago and I would have to attend no matter what. Master Si had commanded it. But I was trapped.

“Ouch!!” the bitch Kelly twisted harder. I stuck out my tongue.

She reached up and pulled it until she could catch the stud ring on the braces hook.

Nooooooooooooooooooooo!

Here I was at my school, being humiliated with my tongue hanging out like a panting dog’s. Other students were still walking by and now they smiled enjoying the sight of me, Ev Wang, stupid, useless, embarrassed slut.

“Fuck Kell, she’s lovely.” The voice was male. The only boy with her.

“Touch her then.”

Once more I shook my head and tried to warn him away with my eyes. But he reached out under my jacket and cupped my left breast.

“oooooooo, leasssssseeeee.” Tears welled in my eyes as he fondled me. Eyes of passing students still watched, but no one came to my rescue.

“Take it out if you want.”

Huh?

I felt my vest top pulled down and my breast spilled out, naked into the bright daylight of the corridor. The metal nipple ring reflected onto the facing cover of Kelly’s file. This was too much and I started to cry. Mai Ling (fuck, I was confused … what should I call her?) seemed to get even more excited by this and she reached in, moved her face to mine and licked my hanging tongue with hers. I saw her move away panting, her nipples erect under her loose fitting top.

“Turn round!” She issued the order but spun me at the same time. I faced the lockers as my wrists were taken and I felt something being placed around them. Shit, she was tying me up. I struggled but to no avail as some sort of rope knot secured me. Then she spun me back round and reached down to cup my pussy. Despite my wearing jeans and panties this horrible scenario was making me - stupid, worthless, slave-cunt Ev, juice so much that I had to suppress a moan escaping from my mouth. Kelly pulled her hand away.

“See yaz … Later slut, enjoy your class!” With that I watched her and her cronies skip merrily away leaving me in the corridor of CAL University with my tongue hanging out, my left breast ringed and exposed and my wrists tied behind my back. I panicked and turned once more to face the lockers. My body was shaking uncontrollably.

“Ev, Ev come on turn round.” I felt my wrists being freed as I turned to face Julia. She covered my breast again and having my hands back allowed me to unhook my tongue.

“What the fuck …? What was she doing? Did you know her?”

“Oh, Julia,” I cried, “I gotta go. Thanks.” I reached down scooped up my books and fled once again leaving an even more bemused Julia behind.

Shit, I didn't want to go to class! Not now, feeling like I did, but if I didn't and Master found out! I sighed and headed to the stairs, embarrassed now and thinking that everyone would see my nipple rings, braces and earrings. I hurried down the steps, meeting a few people but I don't think anyone noticed … shit I probably didn’t even look that strange, but I felt so exposed. Walking across campus to the building for my class wasn't too bad, but when I got in the classroom I looked for a place at the back but there wasn't one. I had to sit in the third row from the front and I as I sat down I heard a whisper.

"Fuck, do her earrings say SLUT?"

I blushed. I heard sniggers and giggles behind me and I think everyone in the class heard too, because it had been a whisper that was meant to be heard. It was one of those that everyone was supposed to hear and they did. I sat unable to control my feeling of utter humiliation.

“Good day Miss Wang.” Shit, my professor had spotted me come in. “Good of you to join us. I am not sure what sort of a rush you have had to start the day but you will be pleased to hear that I have extended the submission date for your essays to tomorrow.”

That was a relief. I would have to find time later today to do it. But, fuck, I was tired out almost to the point of exhaustion. The guy sitting next to me smiled, but it was a smile aimed at my nipples, not my face. His look never rose above my neck at first but when it did his grin grew even wider.

“SLUT!” he mouthed at me, quietly but yet still in an audible whisper. A guy and girl in front of me turned and looked round. The girl glanced at my ears and snorted, as if I was whore or something. The guy stared at my face as if he wanted to fuck the juice out of me. I was never so happy in all my life as when that class was over.

I walked back to my apartment; I took my time enjoying the warm November Indian summer weather. When I walked in I saw Rika, looking at her watch and frowning at me. I understood what my roomie was thinking immediately. She was pissed off that I dawdled on the way back from class and my stomach did a flip. My ass wasn't sore, but it still felt warm from my spanking earlier today. A nice warm feeling, but I didn't want another. I watched as Rika looked me up and down. I was nervous because of her obvious annoyance with me.

"Well?"

"I'm sorry, Rika. I just walked a bit more slowly; it’s a beautiful day outside.”

“It doesn’t matter. I have just informed Master Si that you are back and he is about to send you an SMS message now.”

Within seconds my cell phone chimed the arrival of the text. I ran my thumb over the buttons to display the words.

“Hey slut, hope you had a good time at college…;-P… and were not too embarrassed. Your instructions for the remainder of the day are sitting in your email inbox. Go read them without delay xxx”

I placed my books down on the table and almost ran to my room and to my PC. I typed into the keyboard and waited for my email screen to display.

What! - ‘Incorrect user id or password’ … surely not. It must be finger trouble ... slow down Ev. I tried again. Same message! Twice more I tried, racking my brain trying to remember if I had changed my password, but I was certain that I hadn’t. Tears welled in my eyes … this was a nightmare. Master had sent me instructions by email and I couldn’t get access! What was I going to do?

Just at that moment of complete despair, and for the second time that day, I heard a voice say “SLUT!”

I turned and saw Rika in my doorway.

“Having trouble with your password Ev?” she spoke almost in a mocking tone.

“Yes, I am. How come you know …?”

“Because I changed it.”

“What? You didn’t even know it before.”

“I did. I watched you type it, and let’s face it given the experiences we have both had this last weekend ‘slavegyrl’ was hardly original now was it?”

My heart sunk. She had known my password and now she had changed it. This was mischievous to the point of being malicious. I was terrified and I begged.

“Please Rika, let me have the new password, I must logon, you know that … Master will punish me so much!” By now I was crying.

“Oh my slut, my slave, my cunt … you can start by telling me about your day.”

I groaned in despair. Rika was going to make me work hard for my password … what would she make me do?

Rika (1) …

I had her now. I was the only person that knew her password. Little, pretty Ev was desperate.

"Tell me about school today Ev." As the November sun shone in through our apartment window I was enjoying the obvious suffering in Ev’s lovely face. "Tell me how embarrassed you were." I knew it would heap more humiliation on Ev to have to tell me this.

I smiled as my little slut took a deep breath.

“Well, I was okay walking to school but then Julia came to me and she spotted my earrings and my braces, and my nipples, pretty much straight away, which freaked me so I ran off. Then I stumbled across …” she faultered.

“Go on slut,” I encouraged her.

“… I came across …”

“You CAME across … well, well slut …” I teased her.

“No, no not like that - I bumped into Mai Ling, but she’s really called Kelly and she and her friends embarrassed me in the corridor near the Science Lab lockers when she knocked the books out of my hands and fondled my breasts and then let her male friend expose my left breast and then fastened my tongue like a panting bitch and then she tied my hands behind my back and …”

“Hey slut slow down, slow down … breathe.” I could see tears in Ev’s eyes as she was forced to recall what had happened to her. I hadn’t expected this, not on the first day anyway.

“Then they left and Julia found me again and untied me but she started asking questions again so I ran off … again.”

“And what about your class … you did go didn’t you?”

“Y … y … yes I went, and it was the most embarrassing time ever ‘cos everyone noticed my earrings and started to whisper ‘SLUT’ so I could hear them. I can’t ever go back. My last 3 year’s education have been wasted I won’t pass my finals now. What shall I tell my parents, ohhhhhhhhh!”  Ev began to wail and so I went to her, put my arm around her and sat her down.

“P … p … please let me have my password,” She blubbed.

“No, Ev, not yet, but I shall give you access to your email soon.”

She swallowed hard and looked up at me through her gorgeous brown eyes and I couldn’t help myself. I moved my mouth to hers and kissed her. It was a glorious emotional kiss. Deep and meaningful as our tongues, braces and studs touched. I only wore a pair of skimpy white cut off shorts and a small, tight top and could feel the moisture beginning to spread between my thighs.

"Ok Ev,” I said tearing my mouth from hers, "now I would like you to undress." 

Although I had known and roomed with Ev for some time now I was only just seeing how really lovely she was. Ev was beautiful and I found it hard to believe that she had got to 21 years of age and remained a virgin, until Master Si took her cherry away just a few days ago. Oh yes, I know that the same loss of virginity had applied to me but then I wasn’t as beautiful as Ev, pretty yes, but as beautiful as my little Asian slut, no.

I felt a familiar stirring between my legs; I was going to enjoy my time with Ev. 

Doing my best to look impatient I folded my arms and tapped my foot on the floor. "I'm waiting, Miss Wang." 

Slowly Ev's fingers fumbled with her denim jacket, but that soon fell to the ground. Slut shivered delightfully as she pulled the tight vest over her head. Beneath she was wearing no bra. Her ringed nipples - hard dark peaks – were erect. Next she slithered and shimmied as the denim jeans slipped down over her delicate hips. The brief, tight fabric of her panties couldn't quite disguise the contours of her pussy. For the first time during her cameo strip show she was hesitant; her reluctance adding an erotic charge to the proceedings. 

I smiled as Ev bit her lip in a really cute way and, surprisingly given all she had shared with me recently, she instinctively covered her naked breasts with long slim fingers. 

I shook my head. "Oh, no," I said softly, “you must not to be coy, my darling." I pointed to her pussy. Flushing scarlet, Ev slipped off her panties and I nodded approvingly. "That's much better," I said somewhat breathlessly. "Now come over here." 

Ev took a tentative step towards me and I smiled reassuringly. "You will now do exactly as I tell you, do you understand?" 

Slut nodded, her eyes never leaving my face. I picked up a bag from the floor, reached in and produced a studded leather collar, with metal links set into each side. "Lift your hair," I said, "and come closer." 

She moved slowly towards me, a look of expectant excitement on her face betraying a mixture of fear and anticipation. I smiled triumphantly as Slut Ev knelt in front of me, her pert, metal adorned breasts brushing my knees. I reached down and fastened the buckle on the collar and then dropped my hands to her shoulders. "I want you to lick me dry," I said in a soft voice that did not disguise the command. 

Ev hesitated and then dropped her head, shaking fingers seeking out the zipper of my white cut off shorts, pulling it down, exposing my now shaved, naked pussy. Felling the cotton fabric fall down my legs I kicked the pointless garment away as Ev moved slowly onto all fours. Her gorgeous ass cheeks were exposed and slightly apart, revealing the delicate pink lips of her pussy nestling between them. 

Slowly, slowly, she placed her mouth on my pussy. It was bliss. Gorgeous, wonderful, juice inducing bliss.  As her lips closed around me, I caught hold of her thick collar and pulled her closer. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I gasped as Ev began to work on me with her tongue and my eyes closed as she wriggled nearer to the object of her attentions. 

Slut Ev then got to work on me properly, with enthusiasm, resigned to the task in hand. Each lapping caress, each hungry wet kiss around my pussy, made her slim body shiver, her hips flex and her breasts quiver as I held onto her tightly by the collar. 

I felt Ev shudder as I thrust out my hips and my pussy pressed deeper into her mouth. My grip on her collar was brutal as I moved closer and closer to the point of release and Ev was struggling to retain control of her breathing. But she stuck to her task.

“Oh fuckkkk! Yes, yes, yes … Oh Ev you gorgeous cunt!” I was on the brink now and I felt Ev shudder as the first few drops of my juice flooded her mouth. 

I began to moan and writhe. My fingers tightened on the collar until I was sure she could barely breathe. Suddenly I pushed hard into her mouth and Ev tasted the warm juice from between my legs … it felt sooooo good!  Liquid flooded down over Ev’s chin and I heard her gasp, struggling for breath as I pushed her away onto the floor.

She lay, panting and now utterly exhausted at my feet.

"Get up," I said gently. "Let me look at you." 

Unsteadily Ev clambered to her feet, eyes still downcast, cheeks flushed scarlet.

"Turn around," I ordered. Slut moved slowly, my still hungry eyes hot upon her flesh, making her shiver. I could see the scarlet flush spreading down over her whole body and I could see my juices still shiny and slick around her face.

I stepped forward and ran my hands over her with a cool appraising touch - almost as if she were no more than horse flesh … slave meat. I let the end of my middle pointing finger tease over her breasts and then move lower. Ev flinched and drew back as I splayed wide the lips of her pussy, seeking entry. 

"What's the matter?" I asked as Ev stiffened under my touch. 

She tried to speak but the words caught in her throat, as my fingers probed further.

"Speak up!" I snapped. 

"I'm not sure m … m … mistress," she said, in a voice barely above a whisper. 

Ev looked at me. Was she seeking a compassionate look on my face? If so she would have been disappointed as all my expression betrayed was delight and amusement. 

My fingers continued to move across her flesh with ease. I didn't speak again but I explored all around her, making her quiver with embarrassment as my digits brushed the tight puckered bud of Ev’s ass.

I returned to Ev’s pussy and could feel the wetness gathering deep inside. I knew that her wet cunt ached to be touched.

I cupped her ringed breasts, my thumbs brushing over the erect peaks. They hardened more under my caress. Ev shivered again and was rewarded by a thin smile from my lips.

I moved away back to the bag and took out two leather cuffs. I didn't even look at Ev, instead I simply held out the restraints. 

The slut didn't move. 

"Give me your hands," I snapped angrily. Ev held her trembling wrists out for me. I strapped the studded cuffs tightly around each wrist. The broad leather bands had set into them a small metal loop and a length of fine chain.

“What shall I do with your arms,” I mulled over thoughtfully. Ev watched me from the corner of her eye.  “I know, behind your back I think, but high, painfully high." 

Ev didn't resist, no doubt still thinking of how needy for her email password she was, as I secured her hands, linking the chain through the loops, pulling them tighter until her hands lay in the small of her back. Turning her roughly I looped a leather band around the tops of her arms, jerking them back so that her breasts jutted forward. I felt Ev flinch delightfully as the leather bit into her skin. I then connected her wrist cuffs to a hoop on the leather band and secured her arms, bent high now into the nape of her neck. She cried out with the pain of her newly acquired constriction.

"Please," Ev whimpered, “Just let me have the password.” 

I pulled a face. "Did I hear a noise, Slut? Was it you?" 

I stepped closer to Ev and picking up her used panties tied them tightly over her mouth. Ev pulled away from me in panic but managed to stop herself, allowing me to complete the positioning of the panties gag. I felt a re-mergence of my lust when I thought of the musky juice that would be floating around Ev’s mouth, nose and throat … her own musky juice what’s more!

I moved to Ev’s computer and typed in her new password. Her email burst into life.

“There you go slut! It’s all yours.”

Ev’s eyes opened wide and looked horrified. She made muffled groans under the restrictive bounds of her panties as if to say ‘but you have to tell me the password and what about my hands … I can’t press any keys’. Or at least I am sure that is just what she would have said if she could speak properly.

However, I was delighting in her discomfort … and smiled more knowing that Master Si knew just what was going on and would be adding to her state in due course. We would have some more fun with our little Slut this day I was sure.

“Ok slave, I’m away for a good long soak in the bath,” and with that I left the muffled cries of the desperate Ev behind me.

Master (7) …

I was so impatient. I needed to hear from my slave. I had taken the day off and had refrained from jerking off to the thoughts of what Ev would be going through, both at college and back at her apartment. She was taking up every minute of the day in my mind … what ever did I do to fill the time before meeting Ev – shit, that was only last week!

I knew that she would be home. Rika had sent me a text message and I had sent one to Slut. By now she would have been made to strip, to lick Rika to an orgasm and then cuffed and chained in a manner that would render it impossible for her to operate her keyboard.

It was already 3pm and I knew that slut would have been like this for over 2 hours. During that time she would have seen a whole list of my emails arrive in her inbox. The first mail simply read;

To: Slut Ev

From: Master Si

Subject: Welcome home

Slut, Master hopes that you were suitably uncomfortable at school today and that your thoughts and condition made you juice. Acknowledge this email and Master will then another one to his slut. You MUST follow the instructions in the next email. Read it as soon as you can and reply to Master to say you have done so.

xxx

Of course she would not have been able to see the words in the body of the email until Rika had freed her, which should be anytime. By now she would have 3 other emails from me. The next one read;

To: Slut Ev

From: Master Si

Subject: Slut – where are you?

Slut this is unacceptable. You have not replied and are obviously intent on disobeying Master. You will be punished. Reply immediately.

She would see this arrive and note the subject line. If this was not enough to worry my sweet, hot slave then the 3rd email surely would be. It read;

To: Slut Ev

From: Master Si

Subject: Slut, you will be punished

Okay Slut Ev, you have had a hard weekend and Master understands that you have probably had a very hard time so far today. However you have been disobedient and so must be punished. My punishment for gyrl will be a light one. Slut must remain naked and get down on all fours. Then she must crawl around her room for 15 minutes as if she were a domestic pet pausing every few seconds to lick herself, bark like a dog, and wiggle her ass. During this time slut must think of what a stupid, worthless, useless cunt she is and think also of how disobedient she has been today. Do this immediately. When slut has done this and emailed Master confirming so, and included in that email words that thank Master many times for his generosity and forgiveness, only then may she consider herself worthy of having the status of slave and have the rest of the day to herself.

My cock had become so hard at this stage knowing how panic stricken and desperate my slut would be. She would see these emails arriving in her inbox with their subject lines exposed but with no knowledge of the contents until Rika freed her. A 4th email followed shortly afterwards.

To: Slut Ev

From: Master Si

Subject: Slut – you have gone too far now. Master is very angry!

Okay that’s enough! My slave is a thoughtless, worthless cunt and will now be severely punished. Once she finally sees fit to reply to me and after she has performed like a domestic pet as instructed in my last email, she will do the following. Slut will put on one of her red thongs. That is all – nothing else. She will finger herself to a state of high arousal so that she is dripping wet then pull the thong high into the folds of her pussy and the crack between her ass cheeks. She must not orgasm. Then she will make a coffee for herself and put on the TV. Once she is settled like this there will be a knock on the apartment door. Rika will know to let my slut answer it. Once she opens the door in her humiliating condition she will see a man. A man she does not know, but one of Master’s acquaintances. He will say nothing but he will give slut a piece of paper with the words ‘’I am here for Cunt’ written on it. This will be the password for slut to know that the man has been sent by Master. Slut will also say nothing. She will take the paper from him, take his hand and lead him to her room. She will kneel before him and give him the best blow job he has ever had. She will hold his cum in her mouth until he has gone whereupon she may swallow it. Master hopes that this teaches slut a lesson in manners. She should email Master when this is done. Now reply, slut, otherwise Master will find a different slut to amuse him!

I knew that she would be freed in time for ‘my man’ to be there on cue. I had little difficulty finding one of my circle of contacts to be ‘up for this’. The very thought of Ev blowing off a complete stranger fuelled my erection. I know similar circumstances had arisen over the last weekend but this time it was in the surroundings of her own room, with a mug of coffee steaming by her side and the TV on. All would be normal except for her state of dress and the stranger standing before her. Delightful!

It was now just turning 3:30pm. Slut would be freed and she should be desperately reading my emails. Just then my inbox sprung to life.

To: Master Si

From: Slut Ev

Subject: Master, please forgive me!

Master, it was Rika. She cuffed me so severely and left me for over 2 hours just watching my inbox and your emails arriving but unable to free my hands to operate the keyboard and mouse. Oh Master, your slut tried so hard using her toes and nose even her ringed nipples to operate her PC, but it was impossible. The bitch has just released me and so now I am trying to catch up and read your emails as fast as I can.

Your begging slave Ev – kiissssesssss!

I smiled and waited for the next email. It was twenty minutes or so in coming. Ev had to perform for me and so I was not surprised.

To: Master Si

From: Slut Ev

Subject: Master’s Pet

Master, your cunt's tummy has been churning the last half hour, because she knows how much she has upset and angered you. She once read a story, and wishes she could find it to send to Master, in which the slave was ordered to suck her Master's cock. She gave a token effort of licking and sucking and was severely beaten for not showing the intense desire that a slave should feel when doing anything with her Master. Gyrl juices to this thought and she imagines herself totally giving her all sucking your cock.

She has completed her naked crawl as a worthless animal around the room, wiggling her ass and stopping often to lick and bark and beg for your forgiveness. She thinks that if she practices long and hard enough and stretches herself, it may be possible some day to lick her own cunt ... she is about 3 inches away right now. Her juices are dripping and she hopes you will forgive her.

Thank you, Master, for teaching your slut to be a better slave.

Thank you, Master, for your generosity even though your slave deserves only punishment.

Thank you, Master, for finding it in your heart to forgive slut

Thank you, Master, for caring enough for your slut to punish her

Thank you, Master, for filling your slut with need and desire and
making her feel more like a woman through being your slave

Thank you, Master, for spending so much time thinking about your slut

I have more emails to read. Love and kisses, your worthless cunt, Ev

Thank you, Master.

Fuck me that was a good read. Slut was clearly taking her punishment seriously. I couldn’t wait to read her reaction to my final email. Minutes later my mail box received another email.

To: Master Si

From: Slut Ev

Subject: If it pleases Master …

Oh Master, this is awful. Slut does not want to be made to do this but knows if Master wishes it then she must. She will go prepare as ordered and wait for her caller to arrive.

I would send her instructions on how she should dress for the following day at college a little later along with permission for her to have the rest of this day to herself. But for now I couldn’t wait any longer. My hand circled around the hard shaft of my cock and I began to move the foreskin back and forth.

To be continued …

Californian Slut

Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Enslaving Ev on Literotica) …

PART 3

Slut …

I lay naked in bed. I had finished my essay, I had showered and I had come to bed early.

I had sucked the stranger’s cock.

I screwed my eyes shut in an attempt to make the image in my mind go away. It had happened as Master said it would. He arrived, I took the paper from him, led him by the hand to my room where I knelt down took his cock out and sucked him dry.

It was awful. He even had a ring in the end of his ‘thing’ to make my job harder. I was grateful that, probably because I did the best I could, the experience didn’t last long. Five minutes of me sucking him was all he could stand before filling my throat with his seed. I nearly choked but managed to stop myself. I held his juice until he had gone.

The worst thing was that he threw fifty bucks down onto me. That was worse than blowing him. Doing something under Master’s instruction was part of my life as his slave. But being paid fifty dollars to do it made me feel like a common street whore.

Now the voice in my head wouldn’t stop.

‘You sucked the stranger’s cock!’

Shut up!

‘But … his cock? You took it out and blew him. You didn’t even speak to him.’

Please, shut up.

‘How could you?’

I don’t know, stop asking questions.

Rika was a bitch. How could she fasten me up so and then free me only when I had been chained for so long. She must have been collaborating with Master because all the timings were so ordered given that ‘the man’ had turned up just after I had completed my other tasks. It was a thought that caused great inner turmoil for me but one that I had no channel through which to ask the question without being punished. I had not seen her since the man had left. How would I face her again?

I wanted so badly to sleep but couldn’t. My mind listened to the voice in my head and it was driving me insane. Then there had been Master’s final email. It had told me what he expected of me the following day by way of dress when I went to college. I was to be allowed panties again – or at least a thong – but I was to wear a short denim skirt. My hair was to be pulled tight into a pony tail so that my SLUT earrings were permanently and clearly on display.

I was to wear a cropped tube top that was tight enough to reveal once again the rings though my nipples, and, of course … no bra. My skirt was to be worn low on the hips so that enough bare skin was on show between that and my tube top to reveal the tattoo on my lower back. It said ‘SLUT’ and even though it was a Chinese symbol there were enough people of Chinese origin at CAL to know what it meant. I was to wear 4 inch heals. The way I had been asked to appear would scream out ‘SLUT!’

Before leaving I was to wake Rika, who had another study day at home, so that she could check I had complied to the letter with Master’s instructions regarding my appearance.

I was at college until 3 in the afternoon tomorrow. 2 full lectures and a lunch, during which Master had instructed me to go onto the grassed area and kneel in the Nadu slave position once I had finished eating my sandwich. This would normally have been fine as I could probably pass it off as a form of Yoga … but given my planned state of dress, it would be horrible.

Sleep would not come. The voice was still there.

‘His cock, his cum in your mouth just pooled right there in your mouth. You didn’t even speak to him.’

I know, I know.

‘And he paid you 50 bucks. You’re a whore, a useless, worthless whore!

I said I know – just shut up! Please!

But I was juicing. Despite all of this going on in my head, my pussy was wet. My mind was in turmoil as my fingers sought to provide satisfaction to my hot, horny body. I writhed and groaned and moaned as my fingers became slick. I saw the man again, his cock, his cum … felt it at my throat. My clit grew hard and I came, so hard, so much, so satisfying.

My eyes felt heavy, and my mind wandered and sleep came to me. It was a glorious, restful, rejuvenating and much needed sleep.

******

My nipples were even more erect than normal under the tight constraints of my tube top. Fuck knows, they seemed to be permanently hard anyway these days with the rings through them, but today – wow! What’s more they were visible easily through the thin material.

Rika stared at my chest and smiled making me flush even more.

I stood, whimpering and afraid, and my mind was already picturing the humiliating walk to college. I had been worried about the nature of my appearance ever since reading Master’s instructions but now I realised that despite the sunshine and relative warmth, November was no time for short skirts and cut off tube tops! I shivered and looked at my roomie, remembering what she had done to me the day before. Still, on the plus side I was well rested and had completed my essay.

“Okay then, off slut goes, go on shoo.” It was time, and Rika was treating me like a dog. “And make sure you walk to class, not run or catch the bus, walk.”

I smiled weakly, picked up my bag, took a large breath and started walking. My head was turning quickly around, trying to look at all the houses and streets in front of and behind me. I heard giggling over my shoulder and glanced back. A group of girls was following me. I didn’t know them or what they were saying but they had to be laughing at me, dressed as I was.

It seemed to take forever for me to walk to college that day. Every sound made me jump and seemed magnified. Every corner turned was a place where I was totally exposed. I was scared to death, but excited too. My nipples felt even harder and I was afraid that I was going to soak my thong in pussy juice.

When I got to school I once again ducked into the same alley-way as the day before. I exhaled, almost slumped over, in relief. I vowed to not let the situation get to me as I had a long day ahead.

I moved away from the alley and bumped straight into a girl and a boy walking together. CAL students but I didn’t know them. I surprised myself by crashing into them and the bag slipped from my grasp making my files fall loosely onto the ground. I stumbled but did not fall.

“Whoaaa, sorry didn’t see you there,” The boy said. I glanced up at him before I remembered how I was dressed. He was handsome so I smiled before bending down quickly to gather my things.

“It … it … it’s ok,” I mumbled, wanting only to make my exit as speedily as I could. His girl sniffed at me as if I was some sort of slut or prostitute.

“Look how she’s dressed Joe, what a slut – in fact that’s what her earrings say. Joe look they say slut, can you believe it oh my goodness what a whore!”

I was beyond caring at this point. I just wanted to leave them. Did I blush? Of course I did.

The boy was silent but I could tell what was on his mind given the sly glance he gave me as I managed to get away from them.  Her excited pronouncements had brought me a little attention and a few surrounding girls pointed at me now. Fuck this was already proving to be worse than I had imagined. I wanted to run but remembered my promise to Rika.

I was embarrassed and humiliated but I was juicing. I hated this yet loved it at the same time. I really was a slut!

By now a group of four or five girls were looking at me.  I tried to check that Mei Ling was not amongst them. It was hard to tell but I didn’t think so. I was so aware of my tight top and short, short skirt not to mention my slut heels and tattoo, braces, mouth stud … oh fuck what must I look like? I couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. I was so red-faced it was unbelievable.

Without further incident I entered the lecture theatre and saw Julia, who was in my Tuesday morning class along with several other friends. The day before I had arrived late, sat pretty much on my own and Julia wasn’t in that class. So I only had to suffer the humiliation from people relatively unknown to me. But today I would have to acknowledge my state to my friends, somehow. My ringed nipples were hard as pebbles and showing quite plainly through the top.

As I slid into the long bench desk next to Julia I knew what would happen. My short skirt rode up high on my thighs. I saw my saviour from the day before look down at the ever expanding expanse of Ev flesh and raise her eyebrow.  I was not sure if my thong was exposed and I didn’t look to see but I was blushing deeply when I looked at her and smiled. She was grinning back at me as she leaned in towards my face. For a brief, exciting moment I thought she was going to kiss me but instead she simply whispered,

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

I looked at her and felt tears spring to my eyes. She must have noticed this as she turned away to face the front saving me from making an embarrassing explanation or lying to her. The lecture was due to start. The professor entered the theatre. He looked up at his class. There was around twenty of us present so not a huge number to hide in. As he started to speak I just knew I would be singled out – on today of all days!

“Okay class, so first things first. Hand in your essays please. And to start that task I would like Miss Wang, Evelyn, to bring me hers. She was late to her lecture yesterday and so it would seem fitting I think you will agree. Miss Wang?”

It wasn’t even done maliciously by the professor, he was simply trying to make a point in what he believed was an innocent manner. But today was the wrong day for him to do this. Julia glanced at me as I slipped off the bench, her eyes full of sympathy.

I stood up and my stiff denim skirt managed to release another inch or two of flesh as it stayed creased. I held my essay in my hand as I made to descend the stairs towards his lectern.  I could see his eyes widen at my appearance from the length of the distance that existed between us but that wasn’t the worst thing. Of the twenty in attendance there were only 6 or so girls, and the many boys dotted around the theatre began to whistle and catcall. Then, horror of horrors, they applauded. Hand clapped my skimpy attire, fuck this was so demeaning.

I approached the professor with the class in uproar.

“Th … there you are Sir.”

“Thank you Evelyn,” he responded. The applause and the shouts of abuse showed no sign of abating.

“Would you like me to leave Sir?” I asked. I was aware that Master had commanded I stay but I would have to handle him down the line. This was proving to be too much.

“No. No thank you Evelyn,” his eyes roved over my body too. I made to return to my seat.

“Look at those earrings!”

“Slut!”

“Come here Ev and let me see what colour panties you’re wearing.”

The laughter became louder.

As I ascended the steps I felt myself grabbed.

“Hey,” I shouted, “let me go!”

Whilst off balance I was thrown quickly over the desk piece of the wooden bench and felt my skirt moved down an inch or two.

My mind was a blur. Not in class. Please don’t. What’s going on? But they were after my tattoo.

“Fuck it says ‘SLUT’ in Chinese. She’s a little slant eyed slut!”

More laughter.

I was pushed back out onto the theatre steps and fell over. With my skirt being so short there were few options for getting back to my feet with grace. So I struggled, and gave everyone a flash of thigh and thong whilst doing so.

“Come to daddy Chinese Ev, slutty Ev …”

“Ha, ha, ha.” The laughter continued but I seemed abstracted from it now, somehow distant. I reached the place where Julia was sitting and my mind was numb. I picked up my bag and ran for the exit. As the doors swung shut behind me just one shout rang out.

“Ev, wait, stop.” I stopped and turned. It was Julia standing facing me in the doorway. I stared at her feeling like a frightened deer. She looked directly back at me. I was on the verge of running to her and throwing myself weeping into her arms, but a group of lecture-less students wandered between us and so I took my chance to escape. When the group had passed by I knew that Julia would not know which way I had turned. I was gone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I had only lasted 10 minutes. Master had ordered me to remain the whole time but he didn’t know what he was asking. Each day, he had said, my appearance would get more slut-like. Well shit, I didn’t know how much more slut-like I could get, save coming in naked. Then the word ‘naked’ stuck in my mind. No, surely not – he wouldn’t, not naked. But the thought now scared me because I couldn’t be sure how far he would push me.

I decided that I would leave the campus grounds and walk into the woods nearby until lunchtime. Then I would do the lunchtime Nadu as ordered before attending the afternoon lecture. My immediate friends and Julia would not be there at the later class. It was an off curriculum class on Sociology Research. I must go and then I could be as true to Master as possible.

I took off my shoes and walked. It was sunny and nowhere near as cold as I first feared. My nipples were still very erect though and my experience, as much as I hated it, had made me juice. I began to fantasise about what could happen to me in those woods. I could be abducted and held as a sex slave or tied up and raped or … just then a quick movement ahead startled me and woke me from my day dream. It was only a rabbit. I laughed to myself.

I was still tired after my non stop induction into the world of slut-hood and so I sat down in the sun on a grassy bank. Making sure the sun shone on me and that my skirt, brief though it was, protected me from the touch of the grass, I drifted off into a welcome morning sleep.

I slept soundly, waking a good while later. I saw from my wrist watch that it was almost lunchtime and so I stretched my body back into life and made my way to the main grassed area stopping to buy a sandwich from the many sandwich carts to be found on campus. I sat quietly and alone to eat my lunch. I pondered on whether my life had really changed as much as it now seemed. How could I be friends with Julia and the other girls whilst Master ruled every waking – and sometimes sleeping – moment of my life? Could I really count Rika as my friend now that she could become the ‘bitch from hell’ whenever she felt like it? And what about Master Si? Was he my boyfriend, were we ‘together’ should I expect to move in with him sometime, would I want to?

All these questions were still to answer and no answers were available. So instead I put them out of my mind and calmed myself in readiness for the afternoon. I replaced my shoes (after all to be slut/slave like for Nadu I would need my heels), found a clear piece of grass and knelt on it. I opened my knees as far as the skirt would allow and placed my hands on my thighs. I thrust out my tits and cast my eyes downwards. There, that was okay and it didn’t feel too bad.

I stayed in that position for the lunch period and managed to last out uninterrupted. I think I probably looked okay except for the lack of girly composure that my spread knees gave away. But I thought of Master, worshipping his cock and I thought of Rika – how I hated, and loved and lusted after her. Then my thoughts went back to Master and I imagined myself chained to his bed, crying for his attention and writhing to his touch. By the time my Nadu was over my pussy was soaked and I was sure that I smelled of sex. That thought made me a little nervous again. But I would go to my lecture, I had to.

The walk was short to the Soc research class and I encountered no hostility, just a few lewd comments. I slipped into the class relatively quietly and sat near the back. The downside was that there were only about 10 of us there but I was seated and from the waist up I looked ok. I had no one sit near to me and so the strong smell of my arousal – or so I imagined – was not drifting up anyone else’s nostrils. Then it was over and the fear induced excitement of the day started to give way to a nervous anticipation at what might lie in store for me when I returned home.

I had a study day the following day and so did not need to attend any classes. That meant that I would not have to suffer an even more slut like appearance than the one I had suffered today. I hoped that I would be allowed to rest – how I needed to!

I switched on my cell phone and it beeped into a life. A text message – from Master! I skimmed the words. It was telling me to get a cab to his house. In fact that’s all it said, nothing else – no ‘kisses’, no ‘love from Master’, it was an order plain and simple. When you finish get a cab to my house was all it said.

I felt light hearted, more so than I had felt all day and was desperate to relieve my lust fuelled frustration.

I walked out of the theatre and into the dusky evening. It was 3pm and the sun was starting to set. Then it happened. One minute I was almost skipping away in my heels, and the next a trio of young women – clearly CAL students, who had been laughing and joking loudly, suddenly stopped and stared at me. None of the three girls moved for a long moment, then one of them stepped forward and, before I could stop her, and as if in slow motion, she hit me. SLAP! My head flew to one side as her right palm crashed down with full force onto my left cheek. I screamed and my bag and files flew everywhere. I fell to the ground and my eyes burst into floods of tears. I was shocked and hurt and so I did not fight when I felt a hand cup my chin and lift my head. I looked up with hope, but that hope was shattered when I saw the look of disgust on the girl’s face.

I saw her lips pucker but my cheek was already so wet from my own tears that I hardly felt it when the spit that she forcefully showered me with fell onto my face. My sobs intensified yet again.

"You disgrace us all!" the girl admonished me loudly. "I don't like to use these words unless it is warranted, but in your case, it definitely IS warranted. You are a slut, a bitch, a whore, a no-good cunt, and you are an absolute disgrace to women everywhere!"

Again she spat at me as did her two friends before they ran off into the distance. My world had crashed around me. My head was spinning and my face hurt. I could now feel their spit dripping down my face and felt their harsh words deeply. Did they mean what they had said? I had not thought about how I made other people, other girls, think. I had looked only at what my situation meant to me. Shit, this was a new dimension. I would need to be careful in future about my public attitude and displays.

I scrambled to my feet giving anyone who saw me a great view of my thong covered bare ass. My pony tail had come out and so I brushed my long flowing hair behind my ears.

“Oh Master, what have you done to your slave?” I cried quietly to myself before dusting myself down, picking up my files and walking in a more subdued manner to find a cab.  My phone once more played a tune back to me indicating the arrival of a text message. It was again from Master. Slut, you will be finished now. I have arranged a cab for you from outside the Sociology faculty building. Go there now – it will be waiting for you. Another text message clear and to the point. I began to walk with more purpose now to the waiting taxi, diverting only for a brief visit to the ladies rest room to remove the remains of the spit from my face. I felt the churn in my tummy as I thought of what might lie ahead.

Rika …

It was early afternoon. I had just finished my lunch and was thinking about starting to revise my work again; after all I was supposed to be on study leave. But it was hard when images of Ev and Master Si would not disappear from my mind. I was alone in the house and so had not been too concerned about wearing clothes. I sat in a pair of high cut panties and an old faded white T shirt. If anything, my attire was the source of further distraction because my pussy and tits were just far too accessible to my curious fingers. So even though I had hardly read a word from my work I was already fingering the nipple rings through my T shirt.  Just then an email arrived … it was from Si. The subject read – What are you doing? I clicked the mail open.

To: Rika

From: Master Si

Hey Rika, when Master was reading slut Ev’s emails from earlier telling me about how she crawled like a pet I started to think about gyrl playing with herself! And then about slut Rika playing with her pussy!

How does Rika play with herself? Does she just use one finger to slip inside her cunt and massage her clit? Or does she use several fingers and flick her clit with her thumb? Or maybe slut Rika has a vibrator or dildo?

Rika may find these questions intrusive or embarrassing but hey if master asks then Slut should answer! :-)

I smiled to myself. Si was obviously feeling as horny as I was. I wondered briefly if he had any plans for Ev later this day, before I addressed the keyboard and clicked on ‘reply’.

To: Master Si

From: Rika

Hi Master Si, Rika is not shy about telling you anything...I usually start to
play with myself after reading a horny story or looking at some hot pictures. I sit in my computer chair, put my legs over the arms, and use two or three fingers while I read or look. Of course, I pick up speed as I near some sort of climax. I do flick my clitty with my pointer finger near the end. I have only just bought a dildo and so haven’t used it much.

I thought this might begin to turn Master Si on, but I felt that he would want more, so …

I also have my play time in bed, with my legs in the air, and usually after focusing on you or slut Ev or something else I cum. Who knows what happens to me during the night, since Rika often awakens with two fingers in her pussy and wet like a slut.

Oh fuccckkkk, Rika imagines now....waking with her mouth around your cock and her fingers in her pussy. Collared and ankles chained. Your cock almost like a baby's pacifier, but soooo much better....

Can hardly wait for more, kissesssssssss

I sat back and smiled. It had made me hot just writing this email and I so hoped that Master felt the same. I did not have to wait long to find out. Just minutes later another email appeared.

To: Rika

From: Master Si

I loved your words Rika. I have an instruction for you. I want you to use your vibrator now to play with yourself – make sure you cum hard and then take a picture with your digi cam of yourself in a satisfied state with your vibrator inside your used pussy making sure that the wet juice of your lusty arousal is clear to see. Master wants that photo sending to him within the hour. Happy poking!

I smiled again. I was fine with Master’s instruction and in fact almost desperate to oblige. I reflected momentarily on how Master referred to me in the first person. He called me ‘you’ and allowed me to say ‘I’. Slut Ev was always made to communicate in the 3rd person, and I guessed that was due to the fact that she was lower in status than I was, but not, I sighed, lower in terms of his heart. Still I must get on with the show.

Moving to my bed I brought my digi-cam out so that I had it to hand when my condition warranted the picture and then, opening my drawer, I reached in and pulled out a long vibrator.  It was pink with a white marble filled band in the center and a long pink tip curling out from the base that extended upward, ending in what looked like a tiny set of rabbit ears. I licked my lips in anticipation of what this little machine was about to do to me and stripped off my T shirt and panties … I was already wet.

I took a tube of gel from the box and began to coat the dildo sections and glanced down at the box. It extolled the virtues of my purchase very clearly … the best vibrator technology, two motors, dual controls, multiple speeds. I completed the lubrication, flicked the switch and moaned slightly when I heard the sensuous buzzing sound. Then I felt the fat tip of the smooth seven-inch shaft at the mouth of my pussy.

I moaned softly then nuzzled against my pillow. The shaft vibrated as it slipped inside me, and I found my pussy squeezing against it, then I felt it twisting and moving inside me in a way that quickly moved me on towards feeling sooooooo good. There were little bumps on it that seemed to spin inside my cunt, and I found myself looking downward to watch the pink tool working away. I relaxed such that the vibro slid forward until it moved sufficiently to bring its ears squarely against my clit. I flipped another switch and the ears began to vibrate. I felt my pussy convulse as my head fell back in startled pleasure.

I let myself go and, as I did, I felt the vibrator twisting inside me with soft movements against my clit. I took my nipples and pulled them hard, hoping to break the dam of my hot, turned on pussy and that did it! The first orgasm took me, blinding me in white heat. It seemed like a living thing inside of me, huge and impatient. And then I stopped thinking at all as my fingers turned the power up again and I began to climax for a second time, hard, with my eyes squeezed shut as my whole body shuddered.

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuccccccccccccccckkkkkk!” I wailed, but I didn't stop humping my hot pussy against the vibro nor did I withdraw it. I kept moving it inside myself, fucking my pussy as my hand cupped my right breast squeezing gently while the vibrator worked its magic.

Then the spasms came again, this time wrenching my hips off the bed, as I rolled over onto my side. I could hear my own voice echoing off the bedroom walls, moaning and sighing and begging, forcing the tool deeper and the vibrating ears harder against my clit.

But I wasn’t yet done and I changed the pattern of my ministrations. I pulled the shaft mostly out of my pussy, and then twisted it and, reaching backwards over my hips, reinserted it into my hungry, glistening hole from behind. Suddenly I felt the rabbit ears vibrating on full power as they pressed against my ass. I whimpered and moaned uncontrollably and there was nothing I could do but cum again and so, with a final cry, I exploded in a finale of mind blowing lights, draining every ounce of strength and frustration from my soul.

I was exhausted, prostrate on the sheets with the tool just laying, dormant and silent, still inside my drained body. I opened my eyes, smiled to myself and reached up to set the camera’s timer switch. I knew Master Si wanted to see me like this and I would not disappoint him.

I took the picture. There, it was done. But was I done? I moved back to the vibrator still resident between my legs. I moved to the switch and kicked it onto high.  I groaned at the speed of the tool’s pace. Once again the rabbit ears got to my quivering clit, and my pussy flooded with yet more pleasure. Then it came. More juice than I thought possible. How many orgasms had I had - three, four, five – I really had lost count. My body arched during my latest climax and then flopped heavily down onto the bed. Once the aftershocks had wound down, I shut off the Rabbit and pulled it out.

“Fuck,” I said quietly to myself, “I hoped Master Si has few demands for the remainder of today as I’m now ruined. I'll never have the strength to cum again."

It was a while before I had the will to move and send the picture onto Master. But I knew that I must and so, dragging myself to my PC, I downloaded the picture. I waited for his response. It wasn’t long in arriving.

To: Rika

From: Master Si

Rika, good girl. Good picture, you look hot and satisfied. However I hope you left some for me as I want you to get dressed and come over to my place now. See you soon.

Fuck, I thought, he wants more. I was tired but excited. Will it be just me or will Ev be there also. I couldn’t wait to find out.

Master …

I peeled my lips away from Rika’s. She was a hot slut and the kiss would undoubtedly have led to more, but the cab had arrived.

“Come on Rika let’s go and see slut Ev.”

Rika smiled, disappointed by the cessation of our coupling but excited by the arrival of Ev. She knew that I had something quite special in store for Ev but she did not know what.

The cab driver wound his window down.

“Hey Si.” I knew the driver; he was a buddy of mine. I needed someone I could trust for this job.  I reached into my pocket and brought out $100 in used bills.

“Thanks Rick, appreciate it.”

I looked at the slumped figure of Ev in the rear seat. Rick had covered her over with a blanket and arranged so she appeared to be sleeping – smart idea.

“Chloroform work okay?” I asked.

“No problem Si, easy job. What you gonna do with her,” he asked eying Rika and no doubt letting his mind take him further into his fantasy.

“Have some fun Rick, that’s all,” I replied as Rika collected Ev’s bags and I swept her unconscious form into my arms.

He laughed. “Later pal,” and with that he drove away.

“Okay Rika, let’s get slut inside.”

I dropped her onto my bed and spread her arms and legs allowing me to get better access to her body. I looked at the way she had been dressed for college today and smiled at how she had clearly taken my instruction to heart. Good gyrl! I looked forward to hearing her story. But for now I needed her naked.

“Strip her Rika,” I ordered. Rika obeyed with a keen enthusiasm and I watched as she removed slut’s tube top, skirt and panties before slipping her heels off. I smiled noticing how Rika let her fingers roam over Ev’s breasts and shaven pubic region. I knew she was desperate to penetrate her, but she held off.

“Master?” Rika’s voice had a mischievous edge to it. I Moved closer to her and moved my hand to cup her between the legs. She groaned and involuntarily thrust her groin at me.

“Yes Rika?” I answered smiling at how her ringed nipple protruded through her white T shirt. She had gorgeous breasts, bigger than Ev’s and firm enough to fill my fingers as I reached up with my free hand to fondle her.

She bit her lips and trembled finding it harder to speak now that I caressed both her tits and her pussy.

“Oh Master, I … I was just thinking,”

“Yes Rika?”

“Do you think slut would cum if I licked her now AND stay unconscious?”

“I know she would Rika. Think of it like having a wet dream. She would not feel you in her mind but you would still trigger the same physical reaction. Wanna try?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“Go ahead then.” I moved away and allowed Rika to kneel between slut’s legs. I felt myself going hard as one girl’s head moved to another girl’s groin, and it came into my mind to roll down Rika’s denims and panties and fuck her while she was engaged in licking her roomie. But I thought better of it … I would need all of my strength to entertain slut Ev.

I moved away to look down on the lovely little vignette being played out before me. By the time Rika had soaked her mouth in Ev’s leaking juice I was as solid as a rock. Rika had made her cum but Ev had not stirred an inch. Fuck that was hot. But now it was time for the entertainment.

Slut…

I shivered as my mind slowly came back into focus. I tried to recall the events of earlier. How earlier? What time was it now? Where was I? All these questions were in my mind. I was naked, that much was obvious, and I was chained. Chained with my arms spread wide … I could feel cold brick against my back. I had wrist manacles on and my arms were stiff. I ached and I couldn’t move them. My legs were free and I was blindfold.

Not just blindfold like playing a game of ‘blind man’s buff’ but I mean really blindfold. So much so, that I couldn’t see anything at all. My world was dark and black.

Suddenly the dark in which I now existed seemed cold. My head ached a little … I remembered the cab driver. He must have drugged me. Where the fuck was I? Was Master involved or had I been taken by Zhen Hua, or Jonno or Yang or … whoever!

A draught stirred in my hair. I could see nothing. Total fucking darkness.

Again air caught my skin making me feel like goose-bumps. Shivers ran down my back and my pussy felt sticky. Shit, had I been raped already? The thought made me feel sick. Fucked while I was unconscious. I couldn’t be sure of course; in fact I couldn’t be sure about anything.

“Hello!” I called out. Nothing, not a sound.

What was happening? I was scared, very fucking scared!

It was awful not being able to see. I really didn’t like this. There could be anyone in this room with me. People with guns or knives or maybe a noose for my neck … shut up Ev think other thoughts. But I couldn’t help it, not here, not like this, chained in the dark and not able to see a thing. It was so quiet.

I felt the draught again. A then a sense of movement.

“Who’s there?” I questioned.

A door opening and then footsteps.

“H ... hello,” I stammered. It was a relief to hear someone, but terrifying too. I was amazed that I didn’t need to piss, but my bladder was being good for the moment.

More footsteps and then silence.

“Please,” I begged, “Speak to me, tell me where I am. What do you want?”

Still nothing.

“Master, is it you?” I cried out hopefully. No reply.

I could only hear the sound of my own breathing. It was a little jerky, I was scared.

Shit! What’s gonna happen? What are they gonna do to me? Was it a ‘they’? Then I heard rustling sounds. The sound of clothes. It seemed close by, certainly in the same room, but it was hard to tell.

Was there someone else here with me? Had I been truly abducted and was now awaiting shipment to some far away place.

“Helllllpppppp!!!!” I yelled, my mind getting the better of me. I imagined how I looked. Naked, stretched against the wall. Had I already been raped? My groin certainly felt violated. Then I heard it. A whisper. A voice. A male voice, but not one that I recognised. And it sounded near.

“Please, help me!” I shouted, desperate now for someone to rescue me, “who are you, what do you want?”

And then I heard a girl speak – softly, quietly. I decided to keep quiet. Fuck, how I wished I could see. Then I heard the whisper once more and there was something about it that made my skin crawl. It was giving quiet commands. I made out the word obey, somebody or something had to be obeyed. Oh shit, this was bad, very bad.

The whisper continued. Hard to make out clearly, but definitely there. It became more terrifying to me. Then … silence.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat. In. Out. In. Out.

Pounding, pounding …

I struggled to listen, straining my now heightened sense of hearing to pick up whatever I could. Had the whisperer gone? Was the girl still there?

”Hello,” I stammered meekly, “is there anybody there?” Shit it sounded like I was trying to waken the dead, maybe I was! Oh, fuck now I was scared, really scared.

The sudden shriek rocked me even in my bonds.

Then another. And another.

I yelled out, begging whoever, whatever, it was to stop. Then another scream, but this time it was part sigh that started as a high pitch but descended into a low guttural moan. I turned my head to the source of the sound, but could, of course see nothing.

“Oh, fuck, please, please, what’s happening?”

A cry rendered, then three more in quick succession. Oh, ah, ohhhh!

Then; “Please!”

“Please!!!”

I could hear heavy breathing and deep moans now. Oh shit, this was really bad.

Then I heard a loud intake of breath, another cry and a quivering “oh, no, please …!”

I stood, secured in the darkness, shaking and listening. I did not know what I was hearing. Was it pain? It sounded like sex. I thought of the cries that I had given out these last few days when Master, and whoever else, had screwed me. My moans of pleasure when I was thrust into, when a tongue had worked my nipples or a finger split my pussy lips in two.

“Please!” the voice begged again. Begging for more or begging to stop? Which was it?

“Please … suck harder!” Fuck that was clear. It might have been pain before but it was pleasure now. I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy slicking up.

“Oh ... oh, I please!”

This please came, I imagined, through gritted teeth. A cry emitted as whatever sensation had caused it became overwhelming.

Fuck, this sounded like sex, like great sex. My heart was beating faster, but for a different reason. I was becoming so hot just listening to what was happening. A warm flush spread through me and I could sense my juices start to flow. I could not believe my reaction. Here I was chained and at the darkened mercy of fuck knows what, and I was juicing.  I felt that I had betrayed myself by becoming so stoked in this situation.

I was sure of what was happening now, it was white knuckle sex. Raw, hard sex. Would I be next? I hoped not … or did I? Fuck I wanted to cum just listening in. I felt almost dirty… like a voyeur.

With every pant and every cry I imagined a beautiful girl, maybe even Rika, thrashing her head from side to side in the throes of ecstasy.

Fuck …

Oh Fuck …

I so want to cum …

If she didn’t stop making those sounds soon I’d explode. Panting, moaning, gasping, cries, squeals. It made me tingle all over. I wanted to …

I wanted to …

Oh fuck, how I wanted to …

Then it was over.

Silence. Nothing. Not even a low panting. What had happened? Where had she gone? Where had they gone?

For moments afterwards the sound of my heartbeat seemed to reverberate around whatever room I was in. It was all I had and once more all I could hear.

To be continued …

Californian Slut

Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Enslaving Ev on Literotica) …

PART 4

Master …

I looked across at Rika and smiled. She was slowly undoing the buttons on her shirt in an attempt to entice me into fucking her. I have to say that it was working too! She looked great and I felt horny. As she approached me her shirt hung loose and the sides of her ample braless breasts were clearly visible. I was getting hard.

“Master Si, do you want me?” she purred, her face now only inches away from mine.

“Oh fuck yes Rika,” I so want you. Our mouths locked and we kissed. It was a long kiss and when I peeled away Rika was breathless.

“Master, please fuck me!”

I kissed her again, and then moved a step back so I could look into her face.

“I wonder how Ev is getting along,” I smiled.

Slut …

What was going on? I was petrified. I had no idea where I was or what was to be done to me. I could see nothing.

My senses of touch and hearing were now heightened incredibly and I flinched as I felt a hand brush my arm.  I held my breath. No one spoke until I felt fearfully compelled to break the silence. 

“Who is it, what do you want? Master is it you?”

They (I was assuming it was ‘they’) were no doubt delighting in my trembling nervousness.  I could sense my breasts heave in terror. I swallowed hard as I felt a hand stroke my cheek.

“Master, is it you? Please talk to your slave.” It was getting too much for a poor useless slut such as me.

Suddenly the chill of a sharp blade touched my cheek and I screamed. 

“No please don’t cut me.” I felt the blade move across my cheek and down the length of my exposed neck.  I hardly dare breathe.  It continued its terrible trail across my bare shoulders and down the middle of my body until it traced the underside of my breasts. Once more I held my breath as I felt the pressure of the blade increase.

“No, don’t hurt me.” I was convinced now that rivers of blood must be running over my skin. Surely this couldn’t be Master, he wouldn’t take a knife to me … would he? The cold air and the fear of my predicament had made my nipples highly sensitive and no doubt firm and erect.

“Please!” I sobbed not quite knowing what it was I was asking for.

Then it stopped. The blade was taken away. Nothing.

After many long minutes during which not a sound was made I once more felt compelled to break the silence.

“Where are you, is anyone there, what’s going on?” I began to panic again.  Then the uncertainty of inaction was broken as I felt something very, very cold on my cheek and I inhaled sharply. It was an ice cube. I felt it cold and wet on my face before it traced the bridge line of my nose then down, down, followed by a long wet trail.  Sensually it moved to my lips and over and around my mouth, leaving it wet and moist. Down it continued onto my neck and chest and then I heard myself moan openly as the ice cube travelled onto my breasts. 

“Ooohhhhh.”

A second cube, one on each breast now circling round and round, not touching my nipples just my naked tits. 

“Oooohhhhh, mmmm !” I groaned. Then a third cube on my stomach skating over my tight flat muscles, moving down onto my groin. I guessed that this meant that there must be more than one of them but that thought wasn’t uppermost in my mind just at that moment. I pushed my thighs together as the freezing sensation of the cubes bit deeply into my skin.  I wanted more yet I wanted them to stop. What did I want?

“Oh yesssssss!” I hissed, as the ice closed in on my nipples. Just touching the erect tips, briefly and lightly.  I moaned anew as the cube at my groin moved nearer to my juicing slit.

“F…U…C…K!!”  I groaned heavily, as the cube dampened my pussy lips. I felt the fingers holding the cube brush against my cunt, and I pushed upwards to meet them. Then I felt my whole body buck. 

“Aararrrgghh!!” I uttered unintelligibly as the cube opened me and was pushed inside. Shit, it was so cold!  I felt a second cube quickly follow it, then a third and a fourth.

“Oh, my – fucking h ...!” Fingers, unseen, followed the cubes, forcing them deeper and making me fuller. The feeling was sending me high.

My body betrayed me and I thrust against the cold invaders.

“Oh fuck I want to cum!” Did I really shout that? My mouth was so dry.  The ice continued to tease my nipples relentlessly. I could feel it melting on me and inside me as the water ran down my thighs leaving my soaking pussy wet and pliant. The friction continued. I groaned and strained my tight, bound body. I used my tongue to wet my lips and threw back my head ready to cum, to cum, oh yes to cum gloriously!! Then it stopped.

I hung twitching with desire, devastated, my body heaving and humiliated.

Panting, sweating, shaking and incredibly frustrated.  That was how I felt as the friction stopped and I was left on the brink of a most unwelcome but certainly not unwanted orgasm.

“Oh no, please make me cum, don’t stop now” I begged humiliating myself fully and no doubt delighting my captors.

“SLAP !” My cheeks stung as I cried out at the heavy open palm that slapped my face. Again silence.  Tears of fear and desire rolled down my cheeks.  Then I felt it again, the cold, sharp steel of the knife, this time on my thighs.

“Oh please don’t,” I whispered, fearing the worst.  Moving upwards I felt the razor sharp edge against my skin. I froze, hardly breathing and not daring to move.  Up it travelled into my groin. 

“Aaaiiiiiiiiiii!” I yelled as the slightest of pressure was applied and the knife nicked the smooth skin of my groin.  Surely I must be bleeding now. I could feel a small trickle – blood? As it ran down onto my thighs, I started to cry. Blindfold still, I was completely disoriented. 

I was so scared and my breath was rapid now.  My smallish breasts felt heavier than they had ever done before as my sense of absolute panic became greater. Again no one spoke, moved or touched me.  In many ways the isolation afforded by the blindfold was my greatest fear. Then I felt a slow, almost sharp, touch on my stomach.  It was certainly a female finger topped with a sharp fingernail as it moved down over my skin. Lower and lower then still lower.  I moaned and arched to the touch. 

It descended even further, over my pussy, between my legs and under me until it reached my ass. I froze.  The finger then started its descent into the crack in my bottom, invading, delving.  I squeezed my buttocks together but the digit invaded deeper and deeper.  Whoever it was must be on their knees before me to be getting inside me like this. 

“Mmmmffggppp” I groaned unintelligibly, as the finger found the hole for which it had been searching and began to penetrate.  I was dry there and also standing up, both factors which made anal penetration very difficult.  However, using only the moist dampness which had collected under the finger during the long tortuous trail down my body the finger forced entry into my ass. 

“Aaarggghhh, nooooooooooo!” I screamed. Painfully the finger continued its assault until it was buried up to the knuckle between my buttocks.  I bucked and squirmed, writhing against the chains that held me tight.

“Ohhhh, please take it out, pleeeeeeease!” I felt myself going dizzy as the finger wriggled creating small circles deep inside my ass, invading me even deeper.  I had to admit that, through the haze of my agony, I could feel my juices being stimulated as the girl (was it Rika?) began to frig in and out of me. I groaned. The act being performed on my body caused much pain to my arms as they pulled and rubbed against the harsh chains.  I was still standing and my legs had been forced very wide. I felt so naked, so exposed.

Then I felt it, rough and hard, a finger, a male finger, brushing over my pussy mound.

“Ohhh!” It was involuntary, but the ice, the finger in my ass and now this. I was on fire. Hot, stoked, juicing and desperate to cum! Then it was on my pink, swollen labial lips. Then it split me and was stroking the inner walls of my pussy.  I groaned again as I was penetrated now from the front and back.  First a single male finger frigged me exclusively, but soon it was joined by a second then a third, moistening, deepening and bringing me to new highs. What a fucking slut I was. 

The finger in my bottom wiggled even more. I mewed, and was building up - cumming, cumming, cumming … Ohhh Yesssss !! Then quickly the invasion of both my front and back stopped as I was once more left panting desperately for inner release.

Rika …

I was so horny but all Master Si could think about was Ev. Shit, and I wanted him to fuck me so much. I watched as he spoke to the others. They smiled, he smiled and I still wanted so much to be fucked.

Slut …

Oh man, I was so turned on. Was this Master? It had to be. So ingenius. It had to be him. I began to relax a little more. It was a game. A good game. I would cum and then it would be over. Thank fuck for that.

Then I heard whispering.

“Okay.” It was the quiet female voice. It definitely didn’t sound like Rika. Was Rika being abused with me or was she abusing me? Now I was getting scared again.

“M…m…master? R…ika?”

I heard murmuring from next to me. How near was hard to say, but it was near. The girl began to breathe more heavily, and then the breathing became panting. Then she moaned.

Oh, fuck, what a moan. Sexy moans. Erotic moans. I was scared and hot. Hot to cum. I moaned. I couldn’t help it.

I imagined Rika standing chained like I was, facing our captor, feet apart. Naked, her long, shiny black hair and braces gleaming in the darkness. Her legs and her naked pussy. I moaned again as I imagined a shadowy figure doing things to her. Was it master? Was she also blindfold? Master working away between her thighs with juice slick fingers. Stroking her, parting her, entering her. Then the girl cried out.

Shit, he’s fucking her. That’s the sound we make when being entered. I imagined her erect clit as master toyed with Rika, pressing gently making her writhe and squirm.

My heart hammered away. This was so hot. Rika is being fucked. Oh how I wished I could see. These sounds of pleasure were making me so horny. I listened intently. I heard moans, little gasps, muttered sounds of ‘please’ and ‘yessss’.

Then my moment was destroyed.

I heard the girl give a frightened gasp. “I’m sorry … I didn’t mean to … no please!” It wasn’t Rika’s voice. Who the fuck was it and what was about to happen to her?

“Please stop!” I yelled, now very afraid again. More whispers sounded like instructions but I couldn’t be sure. Then the male voice was louder.

“Stand straight, palms against the wall with your back to me. Flick you hair over your shoulder. Expose your naked skin to me.” It wasn’t Master! I did not recognise the voice. What the fuck was going on. I sobbed but my throat was too dry to speak or yell.

“Please … no … I’m sorry …”

“Do it now!”

Sounds of movement and then silence. I listened as hard as I could. All I could hear was my heart beat. What was going to happen to the girl? What had she done wrong?

Then I heard a sound. It was the swish of a … of a what? A cane or a whip.

“Swish … thwack!”

“Uh… no … more … please!” Her voice was ragged as she pleaded with our invisible captor. More swishing and more thwacking, as several blows rained down on the poor girl. I heard her gasp and moan and cry out. Still the blows fell … I could hear clearly the point at which the harsh object fell on her soft flesh.

Then it stopped. Silence. No, wait, not silence. A soft sobbing until that too died away. I did not hear our captor (or captors) leave, but the whipping had stopped. I was terrified.

Rika …

At least master Si didn’t make me touch their cocks in the flesh. At least they still wore jeans as I was made to move along the line of men, although I was naked. Master had demanded that I touch them all making them hard, readying them and preparing them.

Slut …

I wasn’t left alone for long. I heard and felt the hot breath of my captors drinking in the view I presented as a mouth kissed my neck.  Not master, I was sure of it, but then who? I bit my lip and froze as I felt the nudge of a hard erect cock nuzzle my damp pussy. My thighs were forced wide as the man to whom the cock belonged steadied himself to fuck me.

“Oooohhhhh!” I yelled. I really did not want this but by the same token how badly I needed it. Then a shove and he was in.  Now I really moaned as he screwed me hard.  The lubrication of my body under previous ministrations had me gyrating with him almost immediately as the whole of his long shaft filled me.

My body tensed.

I needed to cum.

“Let me cum!!!”  I yelled as I almost reached the point of no return.  I so very badly needed to squeeze my thighs together and bring myself on. Then he pulled out of me immediately leaving me yet again dripping with lust.

“Oh, no please” I begged. But I heard grunts, unseen but clearly orgasmic grunts. Was he jerking off? He was I was sure. What was happening?

Then another.  I grunted a second hard cock was thrust easily into me. I was so wet. I swallowed hard as he began to fuck me in earnest. In, out, harder, faster. I moaned and groaned as I was raped again. He took me faster then more slowly. I was so close once more to orgasm that I was quickly in the throes of cumming.

“Ah..ah..ah..oh..ah... yes I’m cumm….” At which point he again pulled out.

“F…U…C…K noooooooooooooo !” I screamed in desperation.  Again I was left hanging in frustrated agony and once more I heard sounds suggesting that he was jerking off. I could sense a third man approached my panting, sweat covered flesh. He cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipple making me groan, causing tremors of desire to spasm though my bound, captive body.

I was so ready to cum now, right now, that any touch, especially in a sensitive area, brought me to the edge.  A sharp intake of breath and I felt it once more, cold, so ice cold, on my skin, circling my breasts, brushing lightly against my erect nipples.

"Ohhhhhh fuckkkkk", I groaned as the ice cube worked its way down, down, down over my stomach, stopping only to pause at my pierced belly button.  This was agony and ecstasy.  I cried out as the cube brushed my groin and then lightly over my pussy.  Slowly, very slowly, I felt it trace the length of my pussy lips, and then ease slightly inside.

"Oh, yesssss !!" I hissed, straining against the tight chains that held this poor slut captive.  I felt the cube, and the fingers holding the cube, scrape inside me. Then it was outside again, retracing the damp trail upwards along my perspiring body.  Back over my stomach, up between my breasts and neck until the wet cube, covered in my own juices, moistened my red lips.

Another cock, the third, positioned itself between my thighs. A forceful shove and I was again impaled.

I grunted and the ice cube was slipped into my mouth. I sucked on the melting ice tasting myself very clearly as once more I was screwed. Piston like strokes pushed me on and on, and again I gasped for breath.  The melting ice cube filled my mouth causing water and juices to dribble down my chin, spilling onto my breasts. I pulled against the chains.  I was cumming, fuck I was cumming sooooooooo … and then again, as on each previous occasion, he withdrew. Once more, even though lust was warping my senses, I knew he too was jerking himself off.

"Oh no, not again, please...Why?" I begged, totally confused.

Once more complete silence. Long minutes of nothing heightened by the blindfold still covering my eyes. Gradually my heaving body calmed down.

Then a noise. A sound unconnected with me.

“Stand up!” It was the unknown male voice again. At least my co-captive was spoken to; no one had spoken with me at all. He asked her to stand up. Had she been there all the time? Was she hurt badly following the beating? How come I couldn’t hear her?

I could see absolutely nothing, and no one touched me or spoke with me. Then I heard her breathing become louder, and more rapid. It was definitely the breathing of an aroused female.

“Rika?” I said in hope.

I pictured Rika once more, naked and bound, hands all over her body. What are they going to do to her? What are they doing to me? Have they now forgotten about me?

Then I felt a sharp female fingernail at my cunt. I breathed sharply as the nail traced the full length of my labial lips.

“Rika?” I shouted again, this time more in confused desperation. Was she being abused alongside me or was she my tormentor? Fuccccckkkkk!

No reply. Just action.

Up and down, up and down, up and down. Never parting, never entering. Just up and down. This was driving me wild and I pushed my groin forward trying to tease the finger into my slit.

“Stand and face the wall!” The instructions to the other girl continued, but they were becoming blurred in my mind. She made little gasping sounds, whispered words that I couldn’t make out. Then, despite what was being done to my own body, I heard a sound that made my spine tingle.

“Ooooooooooh …” It was simple yet so descriptive. She was being taken to heights of pleasure never before dreamed of … much as I was!

Then I heard a “Please…” was it her or me.

The finger at my pussy continued to drive me on when suddenly I felt my hair grabbed tightly and pulled forcing my head back. I sensed the strong smell of male cum near to my face. Had they saved their sperm for me? I felt a finger touch my mouth as the mixed sperm; presumably from each of the cocks I had taken, was smeared around my mouth. It tasted strange. Not so fresh anymore.  

The girl moved her fingers over my pussy once again. Please make me cum!

She brushed up and down my soaking pink lips.  I took the cum covered fingers and licked them dry. Then I felt a cup at my mouth. My hair was tugged further back tipping my head and my mouth was prised open. I gagged as something touched my lips and I was forced to drink the cup of slimy sperm. It poured into and over my mouth, running down my chin and onto my breasts. I gasped for air, but it kept coming until the cup was empty. I was left hanging, coughing and spluttering and no doubt covered in sperm.

I felt totally used. I could taste cum around my mouth, and I could sense the thick globules sticking to my chin and settling in my stomach.

But yet I was still on absolute heat.

Then I heard “Please … yes, yes … deeper, put your fingers inside … oh yes like that … deeper. Please, more … deeper … ah, ah, ah … yessssss!”

My co-captive was near to cumming now, as I myself was despite the way I had just been humiliated.

Once more the long fingernail scratched a sensuous path up and down the length of my slit.

“Ooooohhhh please!” I begged. I felt the warmth of a female mouth on my breasts, the tongue circling the nipple on my left tit, flicking the hardened end into a tortured erect state.  Then soft hands were massaging the residual sperm into my skin. I was on fire!  The girl, whoever she was, slipped her finger deep into my soaking pussy. It slipped in easily and my cunt immediately wrapped around it. I was so wet that a second finger easily followed and then a third.

“Slide your feet further apart!” Even in the midst of my own blissful cloud, I heard the instructions still being given to the girl beside me.

“Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssss!” She was cumming, and it sounded so hot that I knew I was just a matter of moments away.

“Please let me cum this time, please.” I begged. 

I screamed out loud as the fingers created small circles inside me. Then I was over the edge. I could not speak. My hands gripped the chains which held my wrists tight and I pushed my groin into the female hand. No one said I could but …

“F...F...F...F...FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” I found my voice. And I came. Hard. So very hard.

The girl moved closer to me and slipped her thigh, her naked thigh, between my spread legs and I immediately rubbed my juicing pussy against her as my bound, clothes-less, blindfold body came on wave after wave of pent up desire and lust.

It was the most intense orgasm of my short, young Asian life. 

Gradually my climax subsided and I hung limp in the chains. Gang raped and abused I felt exhausted and humiliated.  My breath was ragged and I was almost ready to black out. What had just happened? Where was I? And why could I once more hear absolutely nothing?

“Master? Rika? Please, someone talk to me!”

To be continued …

Californian Slut

Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Enslaving Ev on Literotica) …

PART 5

Rika

I watched as Master Si approached Slut. He grabbed her hair and lifted her face to his. She gasped when he touched her as she was still blindfold. He spoke to Ev.

"We all know that my slave is a worthless, useless slut and that she has whored herself out to many cocks over the last couple of hours,”

“But … I … I …” she stammered.

“Shut it whore,” Master continued. His words were harsh. “Slut has let at least three different cocks fuck her today and she seemed to be enjoying it. Did slut enjoy feeling those hard cocks stuck in that hot, slutty cunt of hers?”

He slapped her face lightly shocking her as he verbally abused her some more, "Gyrl liked it so much that I have a good mind to let some huge cock pound her asshole just to hear her scream."

It was strange, but out of nowhere, seeing slut Ev and hearing master I felt an orgasm begin, and I honestly shuddered to a small but definite climax. It was unbelievable.

"I despise your worthless ass and I have a good mind to beat you until you can't walk, I want to do things to you that slut couldn’t even imagine. ‘Cos she’s such a stupid cunt it makes me want to fuck her as hard as I can just to hear her moans and cries of pleasure."

I noticed Ev’s lip wobble as she started to cry. Master unhooked her chained arms and she moved unsteadily away from the wall.

“Is my cunt thirsty?”

Ev nodded.

“Then drink.” He pushed her down to her knees and forced her face first into a dog bowl full of water. “There we are a bitch bowl for a bitch. What are you slut?”

“A b … b … bitch Master.” Ev struggled to say the words. My thighs felt sticky from the small orgasm I had just had. I was still naked and stood mesmerised watching Ev slurp at the water like a pet dog would.

“Come with me slut.” I watched enthralled as Master Si reached down and buckle fastened a black leather collar around slut’s neck. It was the same one that she had received at the auction when she was sold off by Mei Ling, or at least I thought it was. My mind was such a blur that night. Shit, it was Saturday when that happened and it was only Tuesday now – so much had happened that it seemed like ages ago!

“Oh Master,” Ev whispered responding to the collar. Master knelt before his slut and I couldn’t see what he was doing. When he stood up again I could see that the collar was padlocked and he had clipped a dark leather leash to it.

“Come on bitch, crawl for me.” Despite my small orgasm, I moaned openly as he dragged Ev on all fours and led her out of the dungeon and up the stairs into the main house. I followed behind them.

“Where am I Master?” she asked.

“You are in a bondage club Slut, and I am about to stand you naked in front of a large glass window that looks down onto the main floor. There you will be seen by the many men who are out there, in all your naked, cum covered glory.”

“Oh master, please no, don’t.” Ev was sounding scared at the possibility of her humiliation.

“Reach out and touch the glass to prove where you are.” She did this, but in truth was feeling the long glass window that existed in master’s house between his living room and kitchen.

“I can’t hear anything master,” Ev said.

“That’s because we are still in a soundproofed room stupid slut.” He responded. “Now put your hands behind your head and stand with your feet apart so that everyone can see you.”

“Please master, don’t make me …”

“Do it!”

Ev did as she was told with tears rolling out from under blindfold and down her cheeks. The long leash hung freely between her breasts and down over her groin … a permanent reminder, if any were needed, of her status.

Master turned to me. I was so hot and horny despite my recent orgasm.

"Put your hands on your head Rika."

I had tried to keep my nudity covered with my hands, but the instruction was clear. My fingers locked together behind my head and I stood there, completely naked and trembling while master took a seat on a wooden dining chair.

He turned back to Ev.

“You stay where you are slut, the club is loving the view. You’re a star.” She still sobbed as he addressed me once more.

"Over my lap, Rika," he ordered.

I looked at him as he patted his lap. It didn't take long to guess what he intended to do. Spankings were not something that I had grown up with, in fact I never been spanked before. My only experience was the one I had administered to Ev the other morning. I draped my naked body across his knees and wriggled into a balanced position. His hands, large, warm and strong, pulled me higher onto his lap and then, without warning, he slapped my bare ass several times with hard, stinging blows. I gasped and tried to contain my noises for the first two or three, but once the yelps started, they got increasingly louder.

"Stop yelling!" Master Si said, slapping me even harder to emphasize the point. "A nice, soft ass like this … I'm barely touching you."

He repeatedly slapped it until I was kicking my feet off the floor and squealing loudly.

"Spread your legs, Rika," he said when he finally stopped hitting me.

I could feel his hand already trying to separate my thighs. My toes danced across the smooth wooden floor as I inched my legs apart.

"Further," he repeated a number of times.

I spread my legs as widely as I could manage.

"Is your pussy wet?" he asked.

A breath stopped short in my throat. He slapped my ass really hard and then asked the question again.

"No," I softly whispered.

"No?"

His fingers grazed lightly up between my legs and traced the furrow of my pussy. I shivered at his touch. It was so intimate … so unexpectedly tantalizing … that I felt an instant rush of arousal, but I tried to lie.

"No?" he questioned.

"No," I repeated somewhat provocatively.

He slapped me several times again until I was kicking and squealing.

"No!" I shrieked.

"You’re lying to me Rika?" I remained silent as his hand now cupped my pussy and his thumb sensuously wriggled in search of my clit. He didn't have much trouble finding it as it had swollen in anticipation of receiving stimulation. It was impossible to hide the fact when he found it. I moaned softly and squirmed on his lap.

"Answer the question, Rika."

"Yes," I mumbled.

"What's that? I can't hear you?"

"Yes!" I gasped as a bolt of electric delight tingled in my clit.

"So. Tell me the truth. You're pussy is wet, isn't it?"

His thumb's motions against my clit were driving me insane with perverse pleasure. It was incredibly humiliating that he could have gotten such a reaction from me so quickly. "No," I finally said. It was now a deliberate lie told in a coy tone that I hoped would encourage him to continue. Instead, his hand suddenly disappeared from between my legs and a shower of stinging slaps rained down on my burning ass.

"Tell… The… Truth!" he said with each slap.

I bit my lip and remained silent, except for the occasional yelp if he hit the same place twice too quickly.

The spanking stopped and his hand returned to the slit between my legs. His fingers rubbed my clit while his thumb slipped easily into my pussy. It wriggled inside me, moving quickly in and out like a small cock.

I closed my eyes tightly and tried to fight back a loud moan of pleasure. I couldn't, and the empty room reverberated with the noises of my uncontrollable delight. There was no holding back the orgasm that suddenly gripped all my senses and my hips gyrated in response to his stimulation. But, when the wonderful experience of the all over shiver of a full climax was almost upon me, he stopped and told me to get on my feet.

I felt still dizzy when I stood. I absently combed my messy hair with my fingers and watched as he removed his boxer shorts. His cock danced upwards erect from his groin and he sat down again on the chair.

"Sit, Rika," he said, indicating his cock.

I hesitated for a moment and then started to position myself straddled over his legs, facing him.

"Not that way. Turn around and face away from me," he said.

I stepped away and turned around. As I backed myself into position I instinctively reached down between my legs to take hold of his cock.

"No hands!" he barked. "Put them on your head."

I placed them on my head and cautiously lowered my ass until I felt his cock close to my pussy. There was a point where I couldn't stop from sitting completely, and I collapsed onto his lap … his hard cock impaling me in one swift, smooth action. My toes could barely touch the floor and my entire weight now rested on his lap.

The sensations of his rigid cock inside me took away my breath. He began to grope my breasts with his hands, finding my stiff nipples and twisting them firmly between his thumbs and forefingers. I wriggled my hips and squirmed to enjoy the full pleasure of his cock.

I moaned softly and tried to relax as his cock filled me. His hands roamed from my breasts to my pussy. His fingers again found my clit and his touch instantly animated me. I moaned loudly.

"Don't you cum yet, slut," master’s voice resounded into my ear. But it was too late already. The fingers on my clit rubbed in a frenzied manner, driving me wild.

"Are you cumming?".

"Mmmmmmmmm!" I moaned agreeably.

"Are you cumming, Rika?"

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned again. I was cumming. Then it hit and I flooded his lap.

I could feel his hips jerking up off the seat and bounced like a rag doll on his lap for a few moments.

"Get up!"

I was roughly pushed up off master’s cock. It was too soon. I hadn’t extracted the full pleasure of my climax. My groin still twitched involuntarily. Oh master!

"Suck me!" he demanded.

I could see his cock was glistening with my pussy juices and the thought of having to taste them alarmed me. But I slowly dropped to my knees and gingerly took his cock into my mouth. I did my best to blot the taste sensations from my mind and sucked and swallowed until all I could taste was the saltiness of his cock. A moment later, it erupted in my mouth. I swallowed most, but there seemed to be an endless amount of it. It tasted different, mixed with my juices.  It was also very thick and despite the endless amounts of my own saliva that formed to swallow the stuff, much of it still felt like it was stuck to the back of my throat.

He finally grabbed my hair and pulled my face out of his crotch. My vision was completely blurred and it took several seconds to clear enough to focus on him. I'm not sure why, but I expected to see him smiling. He wasn't. He had a dark, thunderous look on his face.

“Stand up.” I was scared. Then he smiled. And I felt ok.

“Ev, come here.”

The slut had stayed motionless all the time I was fucking Master Si. Now she moved away from the window and towards master’s voice.

He went to her and removed the blindfold. Ev blinked in the light taking in her surroundings.

“Master, what the …” she was confused.

Master

“It’s okay Ev,” I put my arms around her, “the blindfold deceived you. You’re in my house. There is no club and no big window exposing you. There were no other girls in the cellar with you. The noises, the voices, the whipping was all played out from a CD over my speaker systems.”

“What!” Slut was clearly shocked.

“Was Rika …?”

“Yes slut, she was involved. The girl at the end, the thigh you came against, that was Rika’s. Just you, me, Rika and …”

“And who else master, which other men?”

I just smiled. Ev would have to guess whose cocks had been embedded deep inside her, but she knew full well there had been some, and now I was owed several favours from friends of mine.

I laughed. Ev looked like she wanted to cry again.

I put my arm round slut again and she burst into almighty sobs as her shoulders shook.

I unclipped the leash but left her collared and I looked down her body, focusing on her perky breasts, her flat stomach, the slight curve of her shaven mound.

"Now..." I murmured, as the scent of slut’s growing arousal reached me and sent a stirring through my cock, “Now I want to fill you with cum bitch.”

Slut looked at me as if to say why are you asking? I am yours. If you want to fill me then fill me. Sensing her feelings I elaborated.

Leaning down, I whispered into her ear, “When you came at the end of being played with and drinking the cup of cum you were not given permission to climax were you?”

"N-n-no..." slut stuttered.

"I am quite sure I did not tell you to speak either, then or now, did I whore?"

She was silent. Her eyes screwed shut when she saw me take up a leather belt and waited for the impact. I delayed for a while until she was shaking with nerves.

“Keep your eyes closed bitch.”

I continued to make sure that nothing happened until it must have seemed to Ev like an eternity had passed. Then I pushed her down onto the polished table top so that her ass was sticking up and she opened her eyes.

Then she felt the first searing sting of the belt.

Ev began to jerk delightfully, yelling and screaming “No master don’t please,” but her movements were interrupted when she felt my strong arms holding her, pinning her down against the top of the table. My belt hit her again and again until I lost count of how many times she was whipped.

When it ceased, I pulled her up roughly and spun her around to face me. I tenderly caressed her face with my hand. She moved her cheek into my palm enjoying the respite.

"You must behave from now on."

“Yes Master,” Ev agreed quietly.

I once again removed my boxer shorts allowing my hardening cock to spring free. Fuck, I had never felt so much lust; it was like I was permanently hard! I pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of me. I smiled when I saw her wince. Her heels must be rubbing against her sore ass … delightful.

"Now suck me and fill your slutty mouth with cum. You are not allowed to miss a drop, do you understand cunt?" She nodded.

She set to her task, licking the clear pre-cum from the head of my cock, running her tongue over the shaft from top to bottom. She had learned well over the last few days, of that there was no doubt. She licked my balls, tormenting and teasing the shining, slick shaft until I said to her, "It is time, my little slut. Make me cum now.”

She wrapped her hand around the base of my penis and squeezed and pumped tightly, working her mouth in time with it. I was near, she was getting me to where she wanted, fuck she was sooooo good.

"Open your eyes and watch me as I fill your mouth, you little bitch. I want you to hold it in your mouth and do not swallow until I instruct you to."

My balls tensed just before I unloaded into her. As I did so, I looked into her eyes intently, making the link between us even more intense. It was a look which I knew emphasised my power over her, as she sat in her submissive position with one hand in her hair and the other gripping my cock, I saw look of rapture in her eyes as I arched my back, thrust out my groin and filled her mouth full of hot, sticky cum.

"Do not spill a drop," I cautioned her, pulling my cock from her mouth. "Now, show me," I said.

The worthless slut obediently opened her mouth, showing me the warm, thick fluid pooled in her mouth and coating her tongue.

I smiled. “Where is your cell phone bitch?”

Ev looked confused, her cum-filled mouth still hanging open.

“Point you stupid cunt, now!”

With a look of fear in her eyes she pointed to her bag, which had been taken from her when she first arrived. Again I smiled as I delved inside and removed the phone.

“Good,” I remarked.

"Now you may swallow," I told her. I watched as she gulped my seed down into her throat and onwards into the pit of her already cum-drenched stomach.

"You did very well this time, bitch. I will reward you.”

Slut

This day was proving to be so intense. First the college experience, which was so harrowing, then the chloroform, followed by the dungeon torture and rape and now this. My ass ached and I had just gulped down a load of Master’s sperm. He had my cell phone and said that he was going to reward me. What the fuck would he do?

I watched as he played with the buttons and then despaired when he pointed the phone at me. He clicked and I was photographed … on my knees, naked, hands still behind my head with dried cum on my tits and body and fresh cum spread around my mouth. Master approached me and knelt down. I looked at the screen.

“So how would mommy like to see this picture of her little angel?”

“Noooooooooooooo,” I yelled, panic immediately overtaking me. Of all the pain and hardship I had endured over the last few days mommy receiving a picture of me like this was the worst feeling.

“Shall I send it?” he teased me.

“Oh no Master please no.”

“Mmmmm, what would you do for me bitch?” he asked provocatively.

“Anything Master, absolutely anything.”

“Ok, well to start with crawl to Rika and kiss her feet.”

Shit, I thought to myself, this could lead to anything. His control over me now was absolute. To this point I had always felt that I could yell ‘STOP’ and he would. But now, with mom’s own cell phone just a button click away, I was powerless. I fell to my hands and knees and crawled to Rika. She just stood, arms folded and smiled down at me. I looked up at her.

“Go on then slut, kiss …” she said delighted at what I was being asked to do.

“And lick,” came the additional order from master.

I commenced my task. It wasn’t as if Rika’s feet were horrible, just that they had been bare for some time now and Rika had clearly been up and down between here and the dungeon, so they weren’t the cleanest. I kissed the top of her foot, lingering long enough to emphasise that I had complied.

“Good bitch. Now lick them and suck my toes.”

I proceeded to lick her feet, first one and then the other, before I moved to her toes, and began to suck. This was the dirtiest part of her foot and I held back any urge to gag that I might have felt. It only took a few minutes before I had sucked each her toes.

Master spoke again.

“Good. Now move upwards slut. Rika has just been sitting on my cock and her pussy is full of the taste of Master and Rika together. Lick her pussy and clean her out.”

“Oh Master Si,” purred Rika, clearly looking forward to having me wriggle between her thighs. I did as I was ordered and moved my little pink tongue between her still moist cunt lips.

I could clearly taste the remnants of sex as I lapped at the juices still being excreted. My mouth was covered and my spit mixed with Rika’s fluids when I heard Master say;

“Enough, crawl back over here bitch.” I did as I was ordered sensing Rika’s disappointment at me being called away.

“I enjoyed that slut but I think I would enjoy your discomfort more once I send this picture to darling mommy.”

“No Master,” I was crying now, “you must not, please.”

“Ok then slut. So what now? You decide. Something really humiliating and debasing. Do it for master and for Rika.”

I was lost. I had no idea what to do, or what was on his mind. Something debasing? What the fuck?

I tried not to reveal how desperately aroused I was. I was in an awful position but I felt so fucking horny. I glanced quickly around the room and then I knew what I would do. I focused on a large foot rest in the center of the floor. It had a red velvet cover but each corner was supported by a smooth, shining dark wood post. The posts were raised up higher than the foot rest by about 2 feet making it look like a small 4 poster bed without the canopy. I moved towards it.

Raising my right leg and putting my left knee onto the floor I straddled over the smooth wood of the stool post.  I pushed myself downwards and rubbed my wet pussy against the post. Master watched intently listening to my moans and sighs.  I drooled at the thought of Master and Rika watching me as I humbled myself before them.

I pushed harder and my dripping pussy moved against the rounded end at the top of the post, rubbing it against the wood as I groaned and panted heavily.

I eased down, then up, then down again, working myself over the, now very slippery, wood. I groaned and shuddered as my pussy lips stretched and strained.

“Can you see me Master, I’m fucking the post.”

Master moaned out my name he began to circle his flaccid cock and move the foreskin slowly back and forth.

I watched him watching me, the heat in his voice clearly audible.

“Oh slut, you fucking whore … you bitch … you little slant eyed twat. You’re making me hard again.”

He abused me but I groaned as the wooden post slid up inside me, and I yelled when I sank down onto it, filling myself completely. The wood impaled me deep into my belly and I knelt locked against it, my back straight and my tits thrust out as I closed my eyes and groaned weakly.

"Fuck!" master moaned. I enjoyed it when he responded so positively.

"Ooohhhhh," I moaned.

I reached out and gripped the free wood of the other posts and my head rolled back as I shivered in the heat of my lust. Then I gasped and cupped my ringed right breast, as I held tight, unable to move without causing desperate friction to my cunt.

"You fucking little whore, shagging the stool post!” Rika gasped. Master’s hands worked faster on his cock and I noticed, unbelievably, how hard he was becoming again.

"Oh Yessss," I groaned. "I'm a whore. I'm a slut! Come for me again Master now. Are you coming?”

He did. “Oh yes bitch, I am, oh fuck, yes.” Master wasn’t even fully hard but he spurted again, just a small amount of seed, but he spurted none the less.

Upon seeing and hearing his orgasm, I eased myself up and then rubbed my clit quickly with my free hand until I too gloried in an orgasm so strong that I nearly tore my groin open. Abandoning all care I covered the wooden post in my sticky juices.

My senses slowly recovered. I looked up and saw master, his now limp cock dangling loose at his front, again pointing the camera from my phone directly at me. He clicked, and again I was captured, this time with the wooden post still embedded deep inside of me. I eased myself painfully off the wooden shaft.

He smiled at me. “Okay mommy, get ready to see your bitch of a daughter as she really is. Your little princess as a hot fuck-toy. Mommy would like that don’t you think cunt!” he almost spat this last piece of his speech out. It was like master was taking real pleasure in using me, teasing me, tormenting me. Normally it was what I thrived on, but the threat of mommy seeing me was too much. I begged him.

“Please master, please don’t. Your little worthless bitch will do anything, anything, absolutely anything. Just don’t send the picture master please.” I glanced up and saw Rika smiling. Some friend she was turning out to be.

“Suck the post so it is clean of your juice cunt.”

I was dismayed even more. But the choice was not mine to make. I moved my mouth back to the post and kissed it lightly on its head as if it was a cock. I knew master was looking for a show and so I would have to give him one. The wood tasted odd. But then I guess that was to be expected being that it was covered in my juices. I gripped the bottom of the post like a huge penis and began to suck at the head. I moved my mouth down and round the wood taking all the remains of my orgasm away from it. I must have looked absurd and sensual at the same time. I was all stoked up but still my stomach had the now familiar slave feel in it as I completed my task, wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and faced Master.

“Good slave.” He commented. It was strange how I always felt a glow inside whenever Master complimented me.

“Now lay up here on the table face up. Spread you legs wide and you’re your arms.”

Oh shit … what now?

I did as I was ordered. Master placed his finger between my legs where more residue from my orgasm remained and he wiped it from me. I knew what would happen next and automatically opened my mouth to suck his finger clean. I wanted to beg him again not to send the picture but I knew that it would do no good. In fact it might even inflame him.

“Ask to be handcuffed to the table.”

“Please Master, handcuff me to the table.”

“Very well, if that is what slave desires.” It wasn’t of course but I had said it anyway and now found myself being handcuffed around wrist and ankle to the cold, shiny hardwood table. When Master had finished I was spread-eagled in a way that meant my knees were bent over the edge of the table but my head rested firmly on the surface.

Master held the phone so I could see it. He had the picture of me fucking the stool post on the screen and attached to a message with the recipient as ‘Mom’.

“So shall we send this to mommy then?”

I shook my head, tears pouring down my face.

“Tell me what you are slut.”

I knew that he wanted to hear me abuse myself verbally, so I did.

“Your slut is a cock-sucking cunt of a whore that is useless and grateful for any attention that Master gives to her.”

“Okay slut, good. And …?”

“Erm … slave is a sperm filled fuck-toy, that is good only for licking cum from your cock master.”

“Mmmmm,” master contemplated, “I think I’d still like to send the picture.”

“No, no, no you can’t!”

“Can’t! How dare you cunt? You do not tell me that I can’t do anything. Imagine how mommy would feel. She will be sitting quietly in her front room contemplating dinner when her phone would beep and there would be her beloved Ev, naked and fucking a piece of wood. Ha ha!”

“Noooooooooooo,” I moaned.

“Before she could stop herself she would have shouted to daddy who will rush over and also see his princess in all her naked glory. Just imagine …”

“Please, don’t master, I really do beg of you.”

“Ooops.”

His finger pressed the send key and I stopped breathing as I watched the send arrow flash across the screen until it was replaced by the phrase ‘message sent’!

I felt sick. It was only the fact that I was laid face up and stretched out that stopped me from being physically sick. Shit what had he done? How would I ever explain this? The bastard!

Just then master held up his own cell phone which beeped into life.

“Oh, a text message for me slut. Wonder who it can be?”

He turned the screen to me and showed me the picture that I thought had just gone to mommy.

“Huh,” I said, confused.

“Don’t worry slut, I changed the address names in your phone. I became mommy and I was only sending an SMS message to myself. I wouldn’t really send it to mom … what do you think I am?”

I cried again but this time with relief.

“Oh, thank you, thank you master.” It was the last time I would thank him that day.

“So, why are you secured to my table?” he said. “Well,” he continued, “We are going to have a renaming ceremony. I am going to give you a slave name. You would like that wouldn’t you?” He spoke to me as if I was a child, but I just whispered quietly, “Yes.”

“Good,” he continued, “I am going to name you Celina. To mark the naming I am going to pierce your septum, the membrane between your nostrils,” he validated for my benefit, but I knew only too well what my septum was.

Whattttttttttttttttttt!

Panic overcame me.

“Noooooooo please master,” I cried. I began to twist and turn and pull at the cuffs. I knew my wrists and ankles would be chaffed but I was beyond caring about that.

He slapped my face.

“You must stay completely still slut, or I could hurt you.”

But I was in no state to heed his sensible recommendation. I arched my back and struggled still like a dog trying to free itself from being tethered to a place that it didn’t want be. I was scared and terrorised and I felt physically sick once again.

“Master, you cannot do this, you don’t have to do … “I felt master take my nostrils and begin to force them upwards, flaring them to create enough room for his task.

“Pleaaassssssssssssee!” I screamed at the top my voice.

“Rika,” I heard master call her name. I had forgotten that she was still here. My roomie, my friend, my mistress would see all of this. Fuck, that made it seem worse somehow. I continued my tantrum and even in my semi delirious state I could see that Master was getting pissed with his slave.

“Rika, give me your panties.”

He took Rika’s skimpy underwear and screwed it into a ball before forcing my mouth wide open. Rika’s juiced up panties were forced into my mouth. Master then reached for the wide, green roll of maintenance tape and taped my mouth shut. My mouth was filled with the taste of Rika’s pussy. A taste that I could now vouch for first hand.

It silenced me but didn’t shut me up. The sounds coming from behind the tape were more guttural now. Almost animal like. I wanted to resist, to beg, to plead but I couldn’t do any of these. I was tiring and master knew it. He smiled as my struggles became less. Rika had stayed in the vicinity and now had a ringside view of proceedings.

I was done for. My septum would be pierced.

Master reached to my nostrils again and inserted a hook into each. This was then pulled back tight over my forehead and secured, I guess, to the table edge behind my head. I imagined this little device would make me look like some strange animal. How gratifying. Fuck, and it was uncomfortable!

Then I saw him take the needle out of a clear, sterilising bag and I felt sick.

“Now, slut you must hold still. I will do this and the less movement from you the less chance there is of me hurting you.”

He was right but it was so difficult to obey. I tried to keep my head motionless. I saw the needle between his fingers and the small gun device to which he fitted it. I felt another small clamp inserted into my nostrils and tightened. It was the size of clamp used by dentists for mouth operations. Then I felt the needle go in.

The pain registered from my nose, to my head and then my brain. I yelled so loudly under the gag. But I was holed, pierced, opened and I felt master clip a ring to me. I moaned and whined to myself. But I had not felt my septum pierced. What had Master done?

Quickly he removed the clamps and explained that I had been pierced and he said,

“Would slut like to see her new ring?”

My humiliation would be complete.

I couldn’t really respond but had to admit to a perverse curiosity. He fetched a small mirror. I looked into it. I saw that a small ring had been inserted into left nostril … it was not a septum ring. I felt so relieved. A nostril ring would be embarrassing enough, but at least it was a common fashion accessory, unlike a septum ring which would have been just so humiliating. He told me that glue had been applied to the connection piece and so the small ring could not be removed for at least 5 days.

I thought about all the things that had been done to me and how much I had been changed since meeting Master Si just a few days earlier.

“Welcome to the world of Master Si … Celina. You shall from now on be known by this name.”

So there I was, secured to master’s table, still gagged and renamed Celina. A ‘SLUT’ tattoo on my back, pierced nipples, large ‘SLUT’ earrings, a pierced tongue and teeth braces … and now my nostril was pierced and ringed. I really was my master’s slave!

Master turned to Rika.

“Oh Master,” she drooled, “that was so sexy, so hot … can we fuck, right here, right now in front of this worthless slave?”

No, please, I thought to myself, not that, not now, not right in front of me.

Master reached out and brought Rika in close to his body.

“Keep your eyes open slut and watch.”

So I did. I watched as master took Rika hard and fast. He fucked her right there in front of me and at one point my roomie was forced back onto the table and was actually being screwed while she rested on my legs. Fuck, please master, stop it!

Then it was over. Rika was left gasping for breath using the table to stop her legs from buckling and Master stood back his cock dripping seed.

“Oh Master thank you, “Rika purred.

Bitch! I thought.

“Shall I fetch us a glass of wine Master? We can drink it while we watch slut struggle.”

Master turned to Rika and said, “You can go. I have finished with you for now.”

I smiled inwardly.

She looked crestfallen as if her heart would break. I watched her dress and leave, before my exhaustion overtook me and I drifted into a deep sleep.

******

The next day was Wednesday. I was supposed have a study day. I was supposed to be working; I was supposed to be taking a day off from my slave’s status. But I could not.

Oh yes, Master had taken me home and was to leave me in peace today; a break I really needed. So, physically, I could recover. However, mentally I was still trapped. Trapped by the permanent image in my mind of what I now looked like. Trapped by the instructions that master had left for me telling me how I was supposed to dress for school tomorrow. Rika was in school today but she would be around tomorrow morning to ensure that I complied … as if I had a choice!

To be continued …

Californian Slut

PART 6

Rika

“Stop crying Ev … sorry, Celina.” I used her slave name, I was allowed to … Master had said so. I needed to apply slut’s make up and her wet cheeks were beginning to frustrate and annoy me.

“Just hold still and let me dry your eyes slut … now come on.”

I smiled as I applied the towel to Celina’s face. Once her sobbing had faded to a mere sniffle I started to make her up. First I painted her lips bright red before I dipped into my collection of mascara and gave slut a black eye line all the way around her eyes and then a black and gold flame style eye shadow that looked just beautiful as it highlighted her face delightfully!

And it accessorised her hair. Oh yes, her hair. Slut’s hair was a picture. After I had left on Tuesday ... rejected by master …he had finished off by taking slut, pierced nostril and all, to a hair studio that he knew. I know this because master emailed me the story. He said that it was punishment for slut turning up after school on Tuesday with her hair hanging loose and covering up her pierced ears. Now, with this cut her ears would be permanently on display.

She had struggled and objected a little by all accounts but was altogether just too exhausted to fight. Under master’s instruction slut’s hair had been shaved at the side around her ears but left long down the middle of her head and onto her back. The middle piece had then been dyed gold and gelled up into high spikes. The whole effect was stunning – a flame cut it was called, and flame haired, Celina now was! For the purpose of her trip to school this day I had re applied the gel to the gold flame and re-established the flame effect. Fuck, she was looking delicious ... if a little quirky!

I stepped back to admire my work. Celina took my breath away. Her hair and make up made her look even more gorgeous. Her silver nostril ring was on clear display as were her ‘SLUT’ ear rings. She still wore her brace and had her tongue, tits and nipples pierced, and of course had the ‘SLUT’ Chinese symbol tattoo in the small of her back.

Her clothes were modestly outrageous. She wore a tight fitting cropped blouse. It was white and buttoned up the front, leaving an open neck. The buttons strained against her breasts and revealed her pierced belly button for all to see. She also wore tight, small white shorts with a side zipper. Slut had been allowed to wear a lacy black bra and thong today. Partly because she was so otherwise exposed and partly because being black her underwear wasn’t exactly well hidden under the white outer clothing.

“Please Rika, can’t I take another day off? Please?” she was begging me … excellent.

“No Celina, you can’t. You know master’s instructions as well as I do. You have to go today dressed as you are and appearing as you do. So off you go.”

I watched as Celina turned away with a sad resigned look on her face. I smiled as she tottered off on her high stiletto heels that accentuated her shapely legs. I had wanted to apply a collar to her, but thought that she would be humiliated enough for now, and I could have that aspect of slut’s apparel taken care of later.

Would she get through today without incident? Not if I had anything to do with it. As soon as she was away from the door I closed it shut, took out my cell phone, and, pleased that I still had her number from Saturday’s slave auction, sent a text message to Mei Ling.

Slut

It was horrible. I had been told that I must walk to school so here I was wobbling on 5 inch heels along the pathway. It wasn’t too bad until I got to within sight of school and then virtually everyone stopped and stared. Jaws dropped. Belongings crashed to the floor. Eyes bulged. Some looked embarrassed for me and cheeks reddened profusely. Others made extremely lewd comments. Some loudly professed their disapproval. Phone cameras flashed and clicked. Celina, as I was now called, certainly was the center of attention, and it was horrible. I had never felt so embarrassed or humiliated in my life, which, given the way my life had turned in the last week or so was saying something.

I paraded into the grounds, through the entrance doors and onto the busy corridors. I passed a small rest area which had previously been a little place of solitude for me, somewhere I could go to relax. Now it would be forever associated with Celina the slut! How my life had changed.  After this horrible experience, how would I ever come here again?

Slowly, I walked, just as I had been instructed. I was so conscious of the brief white outer clothes I wore and the visible black underwear, and more so of the state of my hair, my pierced nose and all the other jewellery that adorned my body. I bowed my head and my eyes were riveted to the floor.

My almost surreal parade continued. I could not hear the normal soothing sounds produced by the familiarity of my surrounding as everything now seemed harsh and threatening. All I heard were the comments, and the sounds of ridicule.

My tears fell incessantly, ruining my make up and making my appearance even more garish. My entire body felt as if it was on fire from the intensity of my blushing due to the embarrassment and humiliation of this situation. I wanted desperately to somehow break free of the instructions master had given to me, and flee - but to where, I did not know.

However, the worst part of this strange predicament was that I could not even recall what I had done to merit being punished, because that’s how I felt, in this most extreme manner. I wanted to ask Master - I needed some answers from him, to try to reconcile the feelings growing within me at being put through such a torturous ordeal - but from previous experience I knew only too well that if I was to question Master, my current predicament would suddenly pale in comparison to whatever would happen to me next.

From the smells reaching my nose, I was obviously approaching one of the cafeterias. In more mundane circumstances, this would be another of my favourite places, yet it was clear that I would not be enjoying any of my favourite foods today. The usual raucous noise of breakfast time in the cafe had all but ceased as everyone had taken a good long look at me pass, trying to determine if they were "seeing things" or if there truly was a girl looking like I did walking by.

I felt so exposed and so truly on display.

With my tears still falling without end, I continued to follow my route to class. I saw one of my professors who just stared open mouthed at his student. How awful this was and it provided yet another reminder of my state and effectively redoubled the fire of humiliation and embarrassment reddening my entire body.

Even if Master were to mount me in front of all these people, I thought, at least the pleasure would eliminate much of the extreme embarrassment of this terrible scenario. Fuck did I really think that? That to be fucked in public would be less humiliating than my stupid parade? What was I?

My tears continued to fall unabated as more people saw me, and they fell completely silent. I could feel their eyes glued to me in disbelief - not that I could really believe myself that this situation was truly taking place. Then I suddenly realized that my face was not the only part of me that was wet. I was now aware of liquid of a very different nature trickling down my thighs.

Fuck, they will smell sex on me I thought. Then I stopped. I had to stop as my path was blocked by several people, boys and girls. I looked up and into the face of the girl who faced me directly. Mei Ling, shit!

Rika

I was going to be late. I had caught the bus, jumped off before it had really stopped and was now running to my destination. I had set this whole scenario in motion with my text message to Mei Ling, or Kelly or whatever she was really called … but I had to admit that I now felt a little apprehensive. I knew what Mei Ling was capable of, I had seen her in action at the auction and was, I had to admit, somewhat concerned for Ev - sorry I mean Celina.

I was almost out of breath as I ran to the side entrance of Yang’s shop. I knew what a labyrinth of corridors and rooms were there and I felt myself become excited at the thought of the scene playing out in my mind. I slowed as I approached entrance way. I had the code for the keypad and was to enter before descending the stairs to the basement.  It was there that Mei Ling had said that she would take slut … and if I wanted to come along to watch then I would be welcome. I had initially been so thrilled at what might happen but now I was not so sure.

I closed the door carefully behind me and started to descend the stairs. They were old and stone.

Then I heard sounds and saw a group of people ahead. There were boys and girls, maybe about a dozen, all from Mei Ling’s posse. I moved towards them and my jaw dropped.

My mouth was open. It felt dry. I licked my lips and nodded to Mei Ling who caught my eye.

The scene was hard to comprehend at first – maybe it was out of context. It was after all my roomie Ev – Celina – and she was surrounded by a group of people that neither of us really knew in a dingy, dusty and dark basement of a California tattoo parlour.

I had passed the entrance to the auction block, which was where the technology was, and now faced an open scene which was like something from an old vampire movie where the heroine has been captured by an evil monster. Except this was real life and Celina was our heroine.

They had taken long nails and driven them into the old wooden beams supporting the low concrete roof. How much supporting they did these days I wasn’t sure, but they were there anyhow. There were just 2 nails about 3 feet apart. Then they’d cut some rope and tied slut’s wrists then looped the rope over each of the nails before running it down to the legs of an old heavy looking worktable. There they had tied the rope off and it was clear that they could then adjust it according to how tight they wanted it and how painfully stretched they wanted Celina to be.

Slut was standing on a pile of old dirty bricks. Her shoes had been removed but otherwise she was still fully clothed. Her tongue was hanging out like a hot, panting dog and the stud ring clipped onto the brace hook in her mouth. She was effectively gagged.

Her feet were bare, and her white shorts and blouse had become a little grubby. I guessed she must have struggled. In the naked space between the 2 garments you could see slut’s belly button and the shiny piercing she had.

Mei Ling spoke to another Asian girl who appeared to be ring leading the group.

“What do you think Rola, isn’t she gorgeous?”

The other girl, who was dressed in a short denim skirt and tight white vest, and was even more striking than Mei Ling, replied,

“Yes Kelly, she’s lovely, and I just adore her hair,” she reached up to touch Celina’s hair.

“And look at this,” she pulled at Celina’s nostril ring, “it makes her nose look like a pussy hole. Moan for me cunt, run like a little river!” But of course Celina could not; the way her tongue hung out meant she could only make stupid, guttural moaning sounds at best.

The girl, Rola, paced around Celina and shone a small torch light onto her body lighting the gloom cast about from the single bare light bulb nearby. As she flicked the beam around I saw a small bruise under Celina’s left eye … she had obviously been slapped around a little too. Shit, this was already looking dangerous. What had I done?

The light afforded by the torch and the dim bulb cast shadows around and made everything look ghostly. Slut’s white attire made her look like the focal point that she clearly was and her shadow, given that her position was a little higher than the group’s, seemed to dominate the room – her head was back and her arms wide apart. It reminded me of something out of a horror movie! My mind began to imagine a torture chamber, with racks and braziers full of white hot burning coals and I felt even more apprehensive.

Slut just hung there, swaying slightly.

“Tell us what a useless slut you are cunt,” laughed the girl called Rola, “no on second thoughts, tell me about the auction you were sold at on Saturday night. In fact it was here, in this basement just around the corner. Come on cunt tell me, or you will suffer.”

Celina of course couldn’t speak and so this whole scenario was designed to torment slut, and of course everything that was on show here or being said would be remembered by everyone party to this situation. I glanced around at the others in the group and they looked like ordinary CAL students. One or two I knew and others I didn’t but quite why they had been selected to attend this humiliation of slut Celina I wasn’t sure. But what was clear was how hard it was going to be for slut to return to normality after this.

“Take a brick away Rola,” came a voice from the crowd. I watched as Rola bent down and removed a brick. Celina’s head shook and her body twitched as she was stretched a little more. She was standing on the balls of her feet now. She made no sound, not even a mewing or moaning under the gag. The muscles of her legs defined themselves clearly against her skin.

“Let’s see how long you can go like that bitch,” laughed Rola.

“It’s gonna hurt after a while,” replied Mei Ling.

“Still too easy,” came another shout, “take away another brick!”

I watched as Rola once again bent down and took away another brick.

Now I heard Celina make some kind of sound through her contorted mouth, just once … a sort of slightly exhaled groan as if it just got harder to breathe which it probably had given the way her body was stretched. Her tight, white blouse pulled up to just beneath her breasts and I could see the rise and fall in her belly against her rib cage. Momentarily her head fell backwards but then lolled forward again. She seemed to be losing consciousness … fuck I hoped not.

Slut’s balance was precarious and she began to sway a little more. Her face was flushed and her muscles strained with tension. I watched silently.

She looked beautiful.

The small groans were becoming more frequent now. This little vignette was becoming increasingly threatening in its potential. Celina’s legs began to tremble … first her calves then her thighs.

“Oh look at our bitch, she’s drunk,” Mei Ling teased as slut swayed some more. The student crowd laughed. I was compelled to keep watching.

A thin sheen of perspiration formed over slut’s ribs and glistened on her thighs.

“We should strip her,” remarked Rola.

Her words just hung there for a moment, suspended as slut was suspended and seeming just as precarious.

Suddenly I felt dizzy.

“Yeah,” Mei Ling and the crowd murmured its approval.

Celina had heard. She shook her head. There was some indignation there but mainly I sensed fear. No no no seemed to be the cry out from her open mouth.

Slut, in her panic, started trying to jump, pulling on the ropes, trying to dislodge the nails, writhing, squirming. All she was doing was chaffing her wrists, but she kept trying. No no no.

Rola moved to her and slapped her hard with an open palm. Celina slumped back, stunned … swaying now a little more.

I cleared my throat. It was so dry that I don’t think I could have spoken had I wanted to. I looked at Mei Ling. She stood smiling, staring at Celina. Her eyes never left the slut’s body. Then finally she shrugged dismissively “Let’s get on with it.”

The basement store room was cool but suddenly it felt warmer. The watching group had moved in closer. Slut had seen me I knew, but I had just seen someone in the crowd that shocked me to the core. Janet! Janet was an old friend of Celina’s from High School and she had followed Celina to CAL. She was here watching! Janet was watching this scene play out and I could see how hard her nipples were through her red vest top. Fucking hell, Janet was here … what would this mean? Then slut glanced her way and saw her. Her friend Janet was watching and not trying in any way to stop proceedings.

Rola edged nearer to slut and shined the flashlight in her face, caressing it and lingering on Celina’s pained expression.

Fuck, the slut was going to be stripped naked, here in this cold, dark storeroom basement. Mei Ling and I had seen Celina naked in the context of her being a slave before, but the others watching hadn’t – certainly not Janet!

“I’ll do it Kelly, K?” said Rola using Mei Ling’s real name.

“K babe.”

Rola handed the torch to Mei Ling and stepped even nearer to the hanging Celina. She held a largish pocket knife. She turned back to Mei Ling.

“Do we care about her clothes Kell?”

“No Rola, just get her naked.”

“K then, let’s see what she’s got!”

The crowd were silent in nervous, hot, horny anticipation.

“Don’t kick out or anything cunt, and I won’t hurt you. K?”

I could tell that Celina was scared, but she nodded anyway. Rola unbuttoned slut’s blouse carefully, pulling it away from her body. Celina started to struggle but then I guess thought better of it. Unbuttoned, the blouse hung shapeless over her shoulders. I could see her lacy black bra which I had helped her select earlier.

Rola reached over with the knife and cut through the left sleeve up to slut’s neckline. She had to saw through the hem and seam, but the blade was sharp. The blouse fell away from one side.

Celina began to cry again.

Rola walked to the other side of slut and cut through the right sleeve in the same way. Then she jerked the seam apart releasing a quick tearing sound before stepping back to admire her handiwork.

“Shorts,” said Mei Ling simply.

I could hear Celina crying softly and trying to say something which only succeeded in sounding entirely unintelligible.

No … please

Slut’s shorts zipped halfway down the side. Rola unzipped them and tugged them down over Celina’s hips, adjusting her lacy black thong as she did so, then she slid the shorts down over slut’s legs to floor, making Celina jerk and tremble.

Rola stepped away from slut again and looked down her almost naked body. In many ways Celina wore as much as she did many days at the beach, but this was different, this was her underwear and she seemed so exposed. It was making me wet seeing Celina being controlled like this and in front of people she knew!

“Are you ready to tell me about the auction yet cunt?” laughed Rola. Of course slut could not really speak at all. She was perspiring heavily … droplets glistened in her belly button and across her flat stomach. I tried to imagine how Celina must be feeling right now, but I couldn’t. My panties were moist. This was one of the most harsh, dangerous situations I had ever been witness to, but it was so hot!

Rola once again stepped forward. She cut the right strap of Celina’s bra and then the left. Slut’s breasts slid upwards a little as they strained free of the tight cups. At this stage Rola could have unhooked the bra from the back but she didn’t, instead she slid the blade beneath the thin black band between the cups and slit it in one swift movement.

Slut was really sobbing now. I thought how it must hurt her to cry so hard because every time her body moved the ropes were pulling hard at her. The knife was sharp and slut’s bra soon fell away. Her breasts were naked. I looked around and saw that the crowd were mesmerised as her hard nipples wore metal rings that were highlighted when Rola shone the torch at slut once more.

Fuck, the room was quiet. I could hear myself breathing. I glanced across at Janet. She looked transfixed. Then Rola reached for slut again and hooked her fingers into the lacy thong that Celina wore and drew it over her hips and down her legs. It was done. Hanging by the wrists, balanced precariously on a few old bricks slut was naked for all in the crowd to see.

I looked at the folds of pink pussy flesh hidden between her thighs as slut tried pitifully to clamp her thighs together.

I could barely swallow. The small old basement room reeked of sex.

Rola reached up and unhooked slut’s tongue from her brace. She exercised her aching jaw. Slut spoke.

“Could you …? My arms hurt so much … just lower the rope a little, let my feet …?”

Mei Ling and Rola just looked at one another and laughed. I noticed that slut had stopped crying now. She no doubt wondered what would happen next, as indeed, did I.

Slut

Shit, shit, shit! This was bad, very bad and my arms ached so much … in fact my whole, now naked body, was screaming with pain. Who was this bitch called Rola? She was beautiful sure, but fuck she was dangerous! Her and Mei Ling together, what would they do next?

It was a relief to have my mouth freed and I exercised my jaw. I had pleaded with them to lower my body a little and take some of the stress away from my arms but it wasn’t to be. I hurt so much, both mentally and physically, and as my eyes glanced round the room I could not believe who was seeing me like this. Erika and Janet were in the watching crowd – my life would never be the same again!

Rola walked up to me and let her eyes and the torch-beam roam over my unprotected body taking in every curve and structure, no doubt noticing every muscle as it worked beneath my bare skin. My arms were spread wide to the sides of my body. I knew from seeing many bondage pictures on the internet how this would make me look. I was attractive, I knew that. My stomach was flat and my waist was slim. Rola ran her hand through my hair, feeling its texture, the texture of my gold and black gelled up flame cut. I shook my head a little as if to stop her, but doing so made my arms hurt even more.

“Oh, is fuck face trying to stop me?” she reference the hoped ring in my nostril, mocking me. Fuck face I could not believe they were calling me this. I didn’t like it and it hurt. The small, previously chilled room was now feeling very hot and the tension became unbearable. I could feel rivulets of liquid running down my ribcage, between my breasts, along the centre of my back, and down the outside of my thighs. But the worst part was the moisture that was lodged; no doubt glistening, between my thighs. That moisture was not sweat. Oh what a fucking slut I was … was I really getting turned on by all this?

Rola ran her hand across my stomach, pausing to tug on my belly button piercing.

“You have a tattoo fuck face, if I remember correctly!” Mei Ling said. I remained silent.

“Well have you or haven’t you slut?”

“Yes,” I whispered my head downcast.

"And what does the tattoo represent?"

It was a Chinese symbol and it meant SLUT. I wasn’t going to tell them and so I said nothing.

“Do we all want to know what fuck face’s tattoo means?” Rola addressed the watching audience. They all, somewhat excitedly I noticed, said yes or words to that effect.

“Tighten the ropes Kell.”

Mei Ling moved to the table and unfastened the rope a little. After a brief relaxed respite she pulled them again and made them even tighter.

“Nooooooooooooooooo!” I yelled as my arms were pulled higher and harder making me stretch further. I was barely able to keep the tips of my toes grounded now. Fuck, this hurt so much!

“Look at the muscles in the bitch’s legs, how they stand out and see how she breathes heavily and how her breasts rise and fall in such a provocative way.”

It ws as if she was describing my body to a Biology class as part of their coursework.

“Let me goooooooooooooo!” I cried, the pain getting too much for me, then, more quietly, I said, “Please.”

Rola stepped closer. "What does it mean bitch, the tattoo?"

I don’t really know why, but I still said nothing. Maybe it was my last act of defiance.

"Come on fuck face, I want to know."

I watched with concern as Mei Ling walked up to me. Suspended in this way my breasts were at the level of her face. I began to wriggle and sway.

“Struggle all you like my pretty fuck face. You're ours now."

Then she slapped my right breast - hard. SMACK! The sound of flesh upon flesh echoed around the room.

“Owwwwwwwwwwwww!” I cried out. My nipples were so hard they reached out to Mei Ling. She slapped me again in the same place. "What does it mean cunt?"

“Okay, I need a man … someone to play with this useless bitch for a while.”

I could not believe what she was doing. This is where I became really scared. There was no shortage of volunteers. There were 7 males in the audience and she picked one that I had seen around, but did not really know. I was about to get to know him better I guessed. He was a first year I thought and looked young, too young for all this. But looks could be deceptive!

Rola and Mei Ling whispered something to the boy before I saw his smiling face before me. He was not Asian.

“Hi fuck face, I’m Brad, pleased to meet you.”

I was helpless before him. Upright, stretched, tied, my unprotected body presented a dream target. Open for him to use. He ran his hands down my body savouring the feel of my breasts. I could see how hard he was down by his groin.  He studied every inch of me. His touch revolted and excited me. He walked around this poor suspended slut looking me up and down, sizing me up, sometimes reaching out to touch my skin and occasionally giving me a gentle slap.

I knew that this was all about humiliating me in front of the other students. Mind games, and I was suffering. I knew that I was powerless to prevent him from touching me anywhere he wanted; from abusing me in any way he pleased.

He came round to stand in front of me once more. I was breathing more heavily now, my chest expanding and contracting noticeably. My firm breasts felt more inviting than ever and he flicked my rock hard nipples as if they were flies. He smoothed my stomach with the palm of his hand as if to find his mark. My abdomen felt like it was stretched tight as a drum, involuntarily pulled inwards. I could not tense my muscles. With his height, and me suspended almost off the precarious tower of bricks, he looked straight into my eyes. The smell of his breath, of his very presence, made me fearful. The tension was terrible as I waited for his next move.  

I watched him ball his fist.

“Time to make you talk to us!” and with that he feigned to slam a punch into my stomach. Watching me flinch naturally, he fell back laughing. The rest of the crowd laughed with him, including Janet and Rika!

Then he took a clothespin from Rola and clipped it to the very edge of my bullet hard left nipple I screamed, fell off the bricks and swayed. I cried out desperately trying to regain my balance.  He reached for me again and my right nipple was pegged. This time I let out a groan. Again he pegged me, this time taking skin from my breasts.

I flung back my head, clearly in pain. "That has to hurt," said Mei Ling smiling.

"That's enough for now" said Rola. "Get the idea bitch? What does the tattoo mean?"

Why I still didn’t tell them I have no idea … I was juicing – maybe I wanted them to humiliate me and punish me more.

I shook my head giving them my answer.

"Continue" she motioned to the young man in front of me.

For five minutes he tormented my body. I didn’t get another chance to answer the question as he never asked again. By the time Mei Ling motioned for him to stop I was pegged everywhere, my nipples, my tits, my stomach and the sides of my body. I must have had over 20 individual pegs but worst of all were the linked pegs that ran down the inside of each thigh and along the length of my slit pinning my pussy lips together. These rows of pegs were tied together with a sort of rip cord hanging loose from them. I knew that once the cord was pulled the pegs would all come away together. They were hurting now, they would be agony then.

“Please,” I moaned, “the tattoo means SLUT” I whispered quietly, defeated my will broken.

“What, bitch?” Rola asked, “Louder cunt,” she spat.

“SLUT,” I said more clearly, “my tattoo says SLUT in Chinese symbols.”

“Hear that girls and boys, you’re fellow student Ev, wants us to know she is a slut.”

Everyone smiled and laughed, it was awful.

“I think we already know that fuck face,” Rola said, then, “get her down.”

Minutes later I stood, still extensively clothes-pinned, looking like a human peg board. I stretched my arms and shoulders trying to get the blood to flow again in them. Mei Ling had fastened a thick leather collar to me and secured a leash from the back padlock - there was a padlock and ring front and back - which was held fast by Brad the fresher in his fist. Rola spoke.

“Okay fuck face, now your fellow students will take turns to whip the pegs off your body.”

What!!!!!!!!!!

“One by one they will queue and then re-queue until all the pegs are gone and then Kelly, the lucky Brad and me will pull the peg rows off your body.”

Fuck, the skin trapped by the pegs had already gone numb. If they were whipped off it would be agony for me. But what hurt the most was that Janet and Rika were in the crowd … would they join in?

“And after each stroke fuck face must kiss, and I mean passionately kiss, tongues and all, the person who has just whipped the peg off. K bitch?”

I had no choice. My agreement was not actually required. The first student, a boy, approached me. He smiled; I chewed my bottom lip nervously. He held a crop and lashed at the peg on my left nipple. I knew he would go there. His aim wasn’t perfect but the strike was firm and he took two pegs and my tit into his lash. I screamed and then felt his hand turn my face. I looked at him and then he kissed me.

“Kiss him back slut,” I was reminded. I did, passionately and as he left me saliva connected our mouths.

By the time Janet’s turn came around I had received 6 lashes, several more pegs had fallen and I had kissed all of my assailants, boy or girl. Bizarrely, given my overall predicament, all I thought about was what it would be like to kiss Janet. She wasn’t a lesbian, I was sure, but here she was, crop in hand whipping my body. She lashed without even looking at me and took a peg from my stomach. I yelled again and then turned to face her. She smiled and chewed her bottom lip. She looked cute so I kissed her. She kissed me back and there in the cold, dark storeroom basement I became turned on, properly turned on under the deep kiss of my friend Janet. I peeled my mouth somewhat reluctantly from hers and she moved on.

By the time my poor body was free of individual pegs I was hurting so much. However, now it was time for the real agony. Mei ling approached me and moved her hand to my left thigh. She gripped the rip cord and looked me straight in the face. I closed my eyes and then she must have pulled because the rippling pain that flashed down my thigh was momentarily unbearable. I screamed and my legs buckled. She gripped my hair and kissed me. I was their toy to be used for their pleasure. Rola approached and repeated the action on my right thigh.

Pain. Agony. Kiss. Now Brad the fresher.

He stood before me grinning. I could see his hard on almost bursting.

“Saved the best for last eh fuck face.”

“Please,” I whispered, but to no avail. He reached down between my legs, gripped the cord and smiled.

“Enjoy,” he said and then he pulled. I felt each peg individually rip free from my poor pussy lips. It was real agony and my legs did give way and I fell to my knees.

“Well done Brad,” said Mei Ling and I saw her and Rola applauding. I felt like the lowest of the low. But boy was I wet.

“Get me the leash Brad,” Mei Ling asked.

Noooooo, what now? I thought.

I felt leash unclipped from my collar and saw it handed to Mei Ling.

“Ok you all,” Rola spoke to the 12 or so people watching me, “now we’re going to make fuck face here really suffer. I need to ask if you are all still in, coz if you are then fine, if not leave now.”

Fuck this scared me what were they going to do to me?

“Rola, please, what …” I questioned pitifully.

“Shut it cunt, I did not say that you could speak!”

So shut up I did.

No one spoke. They were all still ‘in’ then I guessed.

“Stand up bitch.” Rola addressed this poor slut. As she moved her hands towards me and I saw what she had in mind I screwed my eyes tight shut. I felt my face pulled forward. She had clipped the leash to my collar.

“Okay everyone line up. Fuck face here is going to address each of you in turn and she will say ‘Fuck face thanks you mistress or master, for fucking her’, K cunt?”

The question was asked of me not so that I should answer but simply to validate that I understood.

I was led by the nose to the start of queue.

“Go on then fuck face.”

I looked into the face of a boy that I knew. Michael, fuck I really did not want to say this.

“F…f…fuck face thanks you master for fucking her.” He just smiled.

I moved on to the next in line. A girl whose name I did not know.

“Fuck face thanks you mistress for fucking her.” She looked a little embarrassed.

By the time I reached Janet I had thanked 7 people. I looked into her eyes for a sign of her feelings. I could not tell. This would be the hardest sentence to say.

“F…f … f…f…face th …thanks you mistress for fucking her.”

Janet stared back at me. Our eyes met and she smiled. Her red, moist lips parted and she said,

“You’re welcome fuck face.”

No one else had replied. Janet was the only one. That told me she was enjoying my subjugation. Had all my friends deserted me?

I thanked all of them including Rika, who seemed to have a twinkle in her eye. Fleetingly I wondered if she was in on this.

Mei Ling spoke again. “Ok people, I thought fuck face did well there. We should reward her. Brad secure the door.”

Although the room that we were in was open. The corridor into which it leads could be cut off about twenty feet to the left by placing a large wooden beam across two metal brackets. It was an old door with an old locking mechanism, but I knew that it would be effective. Brad did as asked. I really was at their mercy now. I had wondered if master would come bounding to save me at some point, but I knew now that I was alone.

Rola reached between my legs and openly stroked my pussy. I bucked under her touch.

“Fuck me Kell, she’s soaking. Like you said she just loves this being done to her. What a whore!”

“Ok girls, this is just for you to watch so crowd round here.” I saw the girls, Janet and Rika included, crowd round me. Mei Ling was going let them watch me get … get what? I could guess; the boys were already stripping off. It was like they knew what was coming their way!

“Chain her Kell.”

Mei ling approached me and unclipped the leash from my collar, but the fastened a silver chain to the same place. This had two wrist manacles hanging from the bottom and at a length reaching down to my groin. My wrists were fastened into the manacles. It was like a half sirik and it just added to my total and utter degradation in front of my fellow students.

“Boys, this is your lucky day. She’s yours. Fuck her however you like!”

“Noooooooooooooooo,” I heard myself yell as two strong arms held me pinned to the ground while a body tried to mount me. 

Rika

Oh shit. Now it was starting to get out of hand. I could do nothing but watch. However I had to admit it was one sex fuelled horny scene and it had already turned me on. When Celina thanked me for fucking her after she had already kissed me once I had lashed the peg off her, I could readily have fucked her myself. In fact it seemed unfair that only the boys would get to have her!

Where would it stop? I could see a large naked erection, Brad it was who was clearly keen to get in on the real action. Celina twisted and kicked trying to get out of the way.  He battered her legs down, positioned himself between them and clutched her thighs to hold her still.  He thrust against her, the head of his cock prodding time after time until her found the entrance to her pussy.  Seeking out the soaking split between her lovely legs the boy plunged in. Celina cried out and I noticed her eyes closed tightly.

“Open your eyes.  Look at him,” came a voice from above her, “we don’t like it when you close your eyes.” I looked at Rola as she spoke. She loved this and I noticed her right hand close over her left breast and fondle the erect nipple there.

Celina was clearly not listening properly because she kept them shut as the man pounded her with quick hard strokes.

“You’ll be sorry bitch,” came the voice of Rola again.

Celina opened her eyes.  The man’s contorted face was above her as he watched her, drooling over her heaving breasts, flat stomach and narrow waist.  His mouth was open and he grunted loudly with every stroke.

Man, I was almost cumming myself.

I watched as slut turned her head to one side and I groaned quietly as I noticed when she saw a second boy, rubbing his cock, jerking back and forth as she was raped.  Slut quickly looked back to the student gasping above her.  Those pinning her down watched with an eager look in their eyes obviously waiting their turn.

Celina was being screwed harder now. I could see in her face that although she stared at the body above her she was desperately trying to put her senses far away from her current predicament. I also knew that her juicing slutty body would not allow her to do so.  Then he suddenly thrust hard and remained connected deeply to slut, tight against her groin.  His mouth opened wide and he growled his delight as his body twitched and throbbed inside her. 

“You lovely bitch!” he spat.

I saw his jerking body thrust into Celina and I guessed that her gagging was the sign of him releasing his load into her pussy.

Shit, Celina, my roomie, was going to be gang raped for the second time in 3 days.

All my fellow female students were stunned into silence by what they were witnessing as the boy pulled out of slut and stood towering over her.  His shiny erection dripped a long white arc of spunk down to her shaved mound.  Then he stepped back smiling, hands on hips, cockily looking down at his victim – poor Celina, poor Ev Wang. 

The boy on her right let go of her arm.  I saw Celina watch helplessly as he got on top of her and prepared to enter her. 

“No, Michael please,” she begged pathetically. Her pleas made my pussy throb.

Despite the inherent dangers to this course of action slut tried to throw him off, to fight back, but she was powerless.  So she lay beneath him motionless as he too rode her to a climax.

Once again she was unable to do anything but watch as the one apparently called Michael also stood and laughed at slut.

“Made you moan fuck face,” he mocked.

I was awestruck at the speed with which they followed one another as the second boy motioned to the student holding her left arm who, in turn, took up his position and put his cock at the now soaked entrance to Celina’s pussy. Her breathing was hard and ragged as the third man pushed his cock into her.

“Ohhhhhh,” she groaned. The sound made me hot. Despite all I had seen since the weekend this was some scene in front of me.

Bizarrely I noticed how the boy currently mounted on top of slut was smaller than the others and she moaned as he shoved himself into her harder then his colleagues.  His mouth moved between her chained arms and went to her right breast. I watched compelled as he sucked the nipple, gnawing on it almost. Slut cried out in pain, her fingers opening and closing into thin air.

“No, stop it, please” she yelled as a reflex action made her thrust upwards in an attempt to push him away from her.

He snarled like a dog.

“You’ve blown it now slut,” he said smiling.

“Kiss him fuck face to make up for being so annoying.” Mei Ling spoke.

How ludicrous I thought, how could slut be accused of being annoying given her position?

Celina’s survival instinct must have taken over and she moved her face to the boy’s and kissed him fully on the mouth trying to minimize the suffering she would experience at their hands.  I noticed as her little pink tongue came into contact with his, forcing him to noticeably thrust harder. He stroked her naked back pressing his groin even more deeply into her.  He moaned with pleasure and moved his head back to her breast.  He chewed on it again.  I saw Celina bite her lip and wince once more.  She cried out with pain but he kept up his determined rape of Celina’s body until he finally shook with climactic spasms, moaning and gasping as he came.

The man stood up.  No one else moved towards her even though she knew there were 7 males in the crowd. Slut sat up wincing. 

“Get up,” one of the male students ordered, the one called Michael who had already fucked her.

Slut got to her feet as another boy approached her.  I could see rivulets of male seed running down the inside of her thighs and noticed how she instinctively backed away.  But there were students behind her and she had nowhere to go.  Her new flame hair was grabbed and twisted forcing slut to her knees.  Two of the boys, who hadn’t yet had her, loomed threateningly. Poor slut looked terrified.

“Please, no more. Leave me alone now.”

My mouth and throat went dry as both men slipped out their rock hard erections.  Looking down on her the boys smiled.

“We have needs too fuck face.”

I watched as slut’s head was pulled back up towards one boy’s groin.  I could tell by her face that Celina knew what he wanted and she opened her mouth to accept the rigid purple cock head.  As she began to stroke his shaft with her tongue I saw the other student’s hand stroke her bottom exploring and feeling her every curve. 

She writhed, unable even to moan with the cock gagging her, as fingers moved between her cheeks and Slut offered no resistance to this act.  The prick looked huge in her mouth as a single digit slipped into her bottom.  Celina’s eyes opened wide. She looked delightful. I heard her moan around the invading shaft as the finger clearly probed deeper and deeper. 

I watched, knowing full well what was about to happen, as Celina was positioned on her knees such that her bottom was raised high into the air and I could tell that her breath was held as the ‘finger boy’s’ cock was positioned against her ass hole.  The lack of lubrication was bound to hurt slut. As he pressed home his cock into her ass she sucked more vigorously on the cock in her mouth until she became impaled. I could tell when the tight ring of muscle relaxed and he sank into her bottom.  Celina moaned around the cock again as male hips pushed forward embedding the shaft even more.

“Ohhhh fuck, yesssssss,” hissed the boy who was being sucked off, gazing down at my lovely young roomie-slave sandwiched between him and his collaborator.  Celina groaned as the man behind her began to thrust in and out.  She began to buck back and forth on his prick, when, ominously, I saw her hair grabbed in a strong fist.  Her head was pulled roughly back as one of the assailant cocks erupted in her face, splashing sperm all over her mouth, her cheeks and her chin.   At almost the same time the other man grunted and quickened the pace of his drive into her.  Celina gasped desperately trying to get her breathing under control.

“I’m going to cum,” yelled the ass boy as he fucked savagely into Celina’s rear causing her to fall onto the floor resting on her chained arms, unwittingly giving better access to her bottom.  I saw him shove hard and his cock was forced as far as it possibly could be inside her clutching depths.  His whole body stiffened, groaning loudly as he clearly ejaculated deep into her bowels.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she groaned.

“Fuckkkkkk!” he yelled.

“Oh yesssssss,” I whispered to myself.

Then the two of them collapsed like rutting dogs into a heap on the hard concrete floor.

Without any respite Celina was pulled up to her knees.  She was covered in dust and slime from the abuse she had experienced, and thick white sperm ran from her ass like a river.

“Show some enthusiasm slut,” the one called Michael taunted.  His free penis was solidly erect again – he wanted another go and no one seemed of a mind to stop him.  I saw him place his palm on the back of slut’s neck and he pressed her to his groin.  Slut’s lips peeled apart so seductively allowing him to slide easily into her mouth. 

His cock seemed to stiffen even more once inside her warm depths forcing her cheeks out, bulging her skin and she started to suck, obediently giving him what he wanted.  He held her hair and ground hard into her face.  From time to time he would pull out slightly and have her masturbate him into her own mouth. I wanted to cum so badly just watching them!

Slut knew where this was leading – to another throat full of cum.  I could tell when his excitement was at its peak and he came deep in her mouth.  Celina could do nothing but swallow his seed.

“Fucking great bitch. Nothing wrong with your technique,” he laughed. He pulled away leaving more cum to spill down slut’s body.

Celina sank back on her knees. What had happened to her?  Why was this happening?

“Why are you doing this?” she shouted out loud.  She began to sob great tears into her hands.

“Awww, poor thing,” mocked Rola.  She approached the crying slave and Celina felt her hair once more bunched into a tight fist.  She instinctively moved her hands up to where her hair pulled on her scalp.

“No, please, where are you taking me.”

The manacle chain holding slut’s wrists was connected by thick white rope the other end of which was thrown over the old wooden table.  She was marched forward until she stood with her waist against the edge of the table. By pulling on the rope holding her wrists, slut’s arms were pulled out in front of her until she was bent over the table.

“Ouch,” I heard her cry. The table was obviously rough and was scratching her skin. She was stretched over the table and the rope was tied to the underneath. Rola moved away as eager male hands fondled Celina all over. She looked so very vulnerable with her ass sticking out available to all that wanted it.

I watched enthralled as a group assembled behind her.  One of the boys reached round and found slut’s breasts, rubbing them, squeezing them, fondling them.  I watched Celina’s nipples harden as a cock unceremoniously penetrated her pussy.  Slut gasped as she was filled again, her eyes widened, staring blankly ahead.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned, as the pace of the thrusts became faster. The student inside her began to fuck harder; his pushes now frantic and then I saw his thick sperm running out of her slit and down her legs.  He had cum.  Another boy took his place immediately with a mocking grunt as his cock slid home. 

Celina exhaled heavily as he screwed her roughly.  She could do nothing but succumb to whoever decided to fuck her in whatever way they had chosen.  It was such a hot situation. I saw slut’s eyes close gradually as she was so obviously exhausted.

Somewhat perversely I wondered if slut would cum. Shit, she had been fucked enough. I saw a cock withdraw and ejaculate over her ass only to be replaced straight away by another penis entering her.  Celina whimpered as she was fucked again and soon I saw the new boy’s sperm join that of his associates in filling her slit and covering her thighs.

Yet again a penis touched her skin; equally as erect as the others but this time he slid into her bottom.

“Ouch, no please, that hurts no more.”

“Shut up Ev,” one of the boys said using slut’s real life name. He obviously knew her and I could see the effect it had on her when she heard her name used.

“Basssstarddddddsssssssss!!!!” She cried as the thick shaft pumped in and out like a mechanical piston.  New hands slipped between her skin and the table squeezing her breasts. Penetrating fingers still probed her cunt.  One cock was replaced by another and then another and I could sense, as only another gyrl could, that Celina’s arousal started to heighten. She began to writhe more rhythmically, squirming and gyrating until it happened.

Celina came.

The whole room cheered … boys and girls, including Janet – and me! I had to grip my pussy hard as her body cried out with a great rush of ecstasy straining her against every sharp edge and rough surface of the old gnarled table.

“Fuckkkkkk!” she screamed crashing over wave after wave of lust fuelled energy until she finally slumped over the table looked dazed and confused.

The whole room was stunned into silence as the chained slut with her collared neck and manacled wrists secured to the table via some thick white rope, lay … barely moving. All the boys pulled away leaving their own string of white juice on her poor abused body. Celina had been fucked … well and truly fucked.

I heard my cell phone beep into life, indicating that I had a text message.

To be continued …