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i came. And came. And came as i had never come before. Blinding colors of orgasm. i heard my Master’s voice in the reverie, drawn somewhere from deep in my mind. i lost myself in my love for my Master, and for being allowed to serve him. i silently screamed as the ever-expanding missle reamed me. The pain had become a searing heat, burning me from inside, and the monitor witnessed the wide-eyed terror that came with the realization that the missle was spewing BenGay inside me.
My eyes closed, my head lolled back, and the world went black.
When i came to, the platform was level to the ground, the clamps and needles had disappeared, and the missle was gone, leaving a gaping emptiness in my ass. Fingers were kneading and massaging my breasts, and someone was cleaning me with a warm towel. A discarded Bardex and filled bucket provided silent testimony to a ministration that, gratefully, i was spared from experiencing.
“You have done very well, chattel. Very well indeed. We had one more activity planned for the evening. One of the responses on your Master’s application concerned a desire you had, but for which he had no desire to fulfill. In fact, he was quite adamant about never allowing you to be so used. We tend to relish such bits of information of course, and use every opportunity to help such “reluctant” Masters fulfill their slave’s wishes. Unfortunately, the press of time will require that we save that for another event.”
In a fleeting moment of rational thought, i realized that dawn was creeping into the room through cracks in the door. i had endured their intiation, their 12 hours of ownership. i knew that soon i would be returned to the other reality, where i functioned and pretended to be something more than three holes for amusement. But they were not quite done with me yet.
i was ordered to lie on by back atop the plexiglas, which was lowered to the floor. My legs were parted and strapped, again with my knees drawn up and wrenched apart as wide as they would go. A horse bit was slipped between my teeth, and a small clamp was attached to the tip of my tongue. Again i was held motionless while the Owners positioned themselves around me.
i wasn’t prepared for the cutting. i watched it in the monitor, hypnotized and floating in that blessed conscious unconsciousness that swaddles me when the pain and anguish overtake me. i saw the scalpel shred my skin. i saw the skin part, with droplets of blood forming where the scalpel had trailed. On my mons, just above my clit. The mark of the Co-op, of their possession of me. Permanent. A small “c.” chattel. Co-op chattel. Master’s cunt and Co-op chattel.
As just as quickly as it had started, it was over. The electricians and sound men packed up their equipment and members of the Co-op led me to another cold shower and again air dried by the fan. i knelt, the Owners formed a circle around me, and finished my bath with a self-induced cum shower which again glazed my breasts, stomach, and ass. They waited patiently as the cum dried, watched me don a simple black sheath dress that brushed softly against my bruised and battered skin, ogled as i slid the black seamed stockings up over my thighs and slipped on the heels, and bade their adieus. Some even kissed me and fondled me gently.
Owner dropped me off at my office door as though nothing had happened, with just “You may tell your Master he’ll be hearing from us.” It was just another morning.
i must have spoken to the guard, must have signed in, must have ridden the elevator. Nothing registered until i went into my office and saw Trish sitting at my computer. “Hi there,” she piped up cheerily. “Great pictures!” She moved away from the computer, waited a moment till the screensaver started, and there i was suspended from the plexiglas platform, a human cock in my mouth, a metal tube being pulled from my ass and my body expelling its waste, and the look of a reveried, undeniable glorious passion on my face.
“Now about that performance review…..”
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I am unaware of the lady behind me who slips a white powder in my tea. “Drink up, my dear,” she says. I tell her that I couldn’t reach the garage. While we talk the room suddenly starts to circle around me and I feel dizzy and sleepy. “You must be tired, my dear,” the lady says, “lay back and rest a bit.” She tells me she is Mistress B and that I am her slave. I can not resist her dominating voice and I feel totally at her will each minute more. “Come here,” she says, sit on this stool.”
He picked up the vibrator and ran it over my body teasing all parts, including my nipples.He pulled on my hair and told me to open my mouth and he proceeded to fuck my mouth with the plastic intruder. In and out, over and over as if it was a giant cock. He stopped and removed the plastic love machine and quickly inserted my large red ball gag, strapping it tightly behind my head. I started to drool almost instantly.My tits and nipples were starting to become wet.
The camera focused on my clit moved slightly to refocus on my exposed and nearly-virgin ass hole. Fingers pulled my ass cheeks apart, and i felt the tip of the Missle press against my tightly closed rosebud. The sound of a switch, and i felt the pumping against my ass. My anal training was triggered, and the fucking device began its excruciating penetration. The Owners stood close by, silent, watching it disappear, a quarter inch at a time. Mesmerized, i watched in the monitor as i was being ass fucked by a machine.
If i could have moved, i would have pressed myself onto the monster, so hungry i was to be filled. But all i could do is passively wait for it to be buried inside my body. Wait, and moan, and beg with my eyes for …. for what? i didn’t even know.
“Patience, property. It won’t always be using you so gently. You’ll get the fucking you want. And I’ll wager, a bit more. And you will be sure to let us know when you feel a bit warmer there, won’t you? I trust you will cooperate for the camera, and show us a bit of emotion.” i was beginning to hate his soliloquies… his Misterogers-like pace and tone was in direct conflict with his sadistic nature.
“Shall we turn our attention to her beautiful breasts, Gentlemen? Didn’t you just love how she boasted that she could pull semi-trailer trucks with those nipples? But it’s a bit sad that she feels her nipples would be better if they were always erect. Perhaps we can assist in some way.” He saw my quizzical expression and, by way of explanation, continued. “Chat rooms are such a valuable source of information, we’ve found. And you, dear property, are quite the entertainer, aren’t you?” i’d always suspected that my mouthy online commentary might come back to haunt me. i’d just never thought it would be under these circumstances.
“We’ve done some fascinating research into physical reactions, you know. We are fortunate to have a number of physicians and a couple of scientists in our group. With some experimentation, they’ve discovered that by concentrating on only one area of the body, asymmetrically, a person has a bit of a struggle processing the sensation. Naturally, we use that information to our advantage.”
i felt the clamp claiming my tender and aching right nipple. i turned my attention to the monitor, and saw that it was a cuff-like shape, about a half and inch length, that was affixed around my flesh between the nipple and the areola. It created a perfectly formed erect nipple. The adjusting screw was tightened until i thought i might faint, and then one more turn on the dial to tighten it yet more. Fingers parted my cunt, pulling my clit hood back, and i felt another clamp being fastened to my swollen and throbbing clit. Chains linked the two clamps together, and weights were added to hang from the chain. Even the most subtle motion of the platform sent blinding pain coursing through my breast and throughout my body.
The thrusting Missle continued fucking, faster now, moving deep inside, and then pulling nearly out to thrust yet again. The clamps vibrated gently with the rhythm of the fucking, and i was engulfed in sensation beyond any reality i’d experienced. My mind swirled and consciousness evaporated into a blessed vacuum. Cameras captured the beads of sweat that glistened over my captured body, and microphones recorded every muffled moan and whimper that bubbled from my suffocatingly full throat.
Teeth on my left nipple robbed me of my endorphin reverie, and i jolted back to consciousness just in time to see the first tiny needle being pressed into my left areola. i focused on the monitor and on the missle, which had imbedded itself fully in my ass and had begun to expand even as it continued its dispassionate mechanical fucking. A second needle, a fifth, a tenth, formed a glimmering starburst around my taut and tortured nipple.
A single Owner moved in front of me, brandishing a single tail whip. “Let’s see if we can encourage that nipple to stay perky.” He took a couple of warm-up practice swings, cracking the single tail at my right ear and dancing it twice immediately before my eyes. i could see he was skilled, which reassured me of my safety. The first sting landed directly on the tip of my left needle-pointed nipple. Another. Another. Every one exactingly applied on exactly the same milimeter of flesh, every one exactingly applied with a force just milimeters beyond what i could tolerate. Another. Again. i felt pressure building in my tormented clit, and i knew the next strike would send me past the point of control. He stopped, somehow reading my thoughts, and walked toward me. His fingertips brushed the exposed ends of the needles, sending yet another engulfing rush throughout my body, now mad with need for release.
A single fingertip flicked the clamped right nipple and sent new waves of pain through my breast and, tramsitted by the chain, into my clit. For Master, i chanted silently. For Master. i love you Master. For Master. The clamp was ripped from my nipple and i heard the words i had been longing to hear. “Come, chattel.”
Crystel and I had plans to go to the Opera. Instead we got tied up! A masked intruder ties and gags us and tortures us all Sunday afternoon. He ties us up and lays us on the couch with our heads down. I can feel the blood pumping in my head. I’m ball gagged and I watch as the villain does the same with Crystel using a head trainer. She whines softly as he ties the trainer around her poor face. We are helpless and the intruder takes advantage of this as he tortures our nipples with two sets of clothes pegs. I feel very sorry for Crystel as I know she has very sensitive nipples.
Some time later we sit next to each other with our mouths wide open as the intruder fixes us up with mouth spreaders. I watch as he spreads Crystel’ mouth wide open, opening up a bit more with each click of the spreader. I look into the large hole of her mouth, her wet tongue, deep sighs coming from deep down under her throat.
Crystel became Little Red Riding-Hood like in the fairytale, but she don’t wanted to see the big bad wolf. There was no escape and she met the bastard! He had a big appetite to bound and gagged her instead of eat her.
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Owner ordered me to mount the platform face down, so that my cunt rested just at the edge of the platform. They told me to spread my legs and bend my knees, so that i imagined myself looking a bit like a frog. They fastened leather restraints around my legs just above my knees, attached the restraints to the upper edge of the platform and pulled them tight, so that gravity would make sure my cunt and ass would stay incredibly widely exposed and open.
My waist was restrained with yet another leather strap, and my arms were pulled up behind me, strapped and locked to the waist strap. They locked a leather restraint around my forehead and under my chin, tilted my head far back, and held my head in place by skewering my throat with a cock-shaped attachment that they affixed to the platform. It fit as long as i held my head tilted back; if i moved my head, it cut off my breathing and gagged me unmercifully.
Rough fingers reached through the underside of the cut-out holes, fondled my breasts and pulled them through the small holes in the plexiglas. It was twice as intense as any breast bondage that i’d endured, and my breasts were soon throbbing and turning a deep pinkish hue.
The technicians finished setting up their equipment, and monitors soon captured all four camera angles. One camera was trained on my face. Another was a low shot, aimed directly at my cunt, which glistened moist and red in the intense light. One trained on my bulging and discolored breasts. The final camera angle was a wider shot, designed to capture all of the action. And it seemed they took care to position the monitors where i could see every element of my use.
“Two entries on your Master’s application were of particular interest to us. One was your propensity for breast play, and the other was your very recent transformation into a bit of an assfuck afficionado. We are quite pleased at both of these, and we are looking forward to helping you enjoy these activities. Of course, your Master expressed his desire that anal use be reserved for him. Unfortunately, not all one’s wishes can be fulfilled now, can they?”
“In the interests of time, let’s combine these two activities. Position her and set up the Missle, please.” The plexiglas platform moved to hold me nearly vertical, and i felt the straps strain as they held me against the pull of gravity.
An Owner moved from out of the shadows and held a intricately modeled 9″ cock in his hand. He took a tube of KY Jelly, unscrewed the end of the device, and emptied the KY into it. He repeated the movement with a tube of BenGay.
A stand was brought from the sidelines, and the dildo/plug was affixed to the top of it. “Quite an invention, this Missle. Part of the secret is in the stand. A very elegant piston design allows for a device to be thrust at any speed into the orifice of choice. The plug itself has a control that allows us to expand the girth from an inch and a half all the way to four inches. Because the probe is designed much like a penis, with a hole at the end, it becomes self-lubricating with the addition of a product like KY Jelly, or even a product designed to elicit a more intense sensation. A lady can quite literally be fucked for hours, pleasurably or very painfully. We have chosen for you to receive both sensations, chattel. No need to thank us. It’s our pleasure.” His sardonic smile made me writhe and whimper behind the huge gag.
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I got up early this morning. The sun is shining and it’s a great day to do some jogging. I lock my front door and head off for the woods. After a while I enter a quiet part of the woods that I don’t know and I’m all alone, just me and my footsteps.
I leave the path and jog through the bushes on rugged grounds. The woods are deserted or so I think. What’s that noise that I hear in the back? I stand still and look around me. There’s nobody there. Just when I’m about to continue my run I feel a hand covering my mouth. I panic and hear a voice say: “Hmmm, you look like you’d be an excellent main course at my dinner! Come to Daddy…”
Chef takes extra care in oiling and preparing my pussy and ass. Skillfull he uses his small baking brush on my pussy, spreading its lips, oiling the crack, greasing up my asshole, preparing it for cooking. “let me see how tender your flesh is,” and I can feel his fork stinging into my cunt lips and buttocks. “All you need now is a little bit of sauce,” and chef continues to cover my entire body in bloddy red tomato sauce. The warm sauce tingles on my sensitive skin. I can only let go when chef covers my eyes with two slices of hard boiled egg…
… and i was as alive and as enslaved as i had ever been. i knew that i was meeting and exceeding their expectations of my skill. i knew that every cum shower was another success, that every moan was a vote of confidence in my abilities. i knew that i was making Master proud. i was doing it all for him.
Hours of sucking, it seemed, passed before i worked my way back to Owner, who remained to be served. i reached to please him, and i was shocked to feel him holding me from him, tilting my head to look into his eyes. Admiring eyes, satisfied eyes, lustful yet respectful eyes.
“property, you have done well. Here let me clean you. Close your eyes.” i did as he bid, and i felt a single stream spraying my face. i knew without tasting the salty fluid that it was his piss that was cleaning me, bathing me. The others joined in and showered the welts on my back, my ass, my breasts. i knelt there, losing myself in the warmth and proud in the knowledge that i had passed the first test.
i cleaned them all with my tongue and savored every drop that remained on the tender tips. Each cleansing ended with a gentle kiss. i turned back to face Owner, the one who had brought me to this place, and knelt with my head to the floor.
“They will be here soon… best get her ready, don’t you think?” A voice wafted through my consciousness and roused my curiosity. i throbbed with pain and desire.
They led me to a shower stall, turned on the cold water, and scrubbed me from head to toe. Stiff, intrusive brushes scratched and penetrated every fold, crease and cranny. i was ordered to squat and piss into the drain, and they all peered at me as i obeyed the command to pull my cunt lips apart as i did so. i stood in front of a fan and trembled as the cool air dried my skin, leaving my nipples taut and wanting.
“One of the ways the Club finances its activities is to produce some rather interesting audiovisual materials. Won’t it be a lovely surprise when your Master gets his first shipment of Club-produced videos? The package will be accompanied, of course, with an order form that includes the Website URL where the general public can see snippets of our products?” Another pause for dramatic effect.
“My dear, we are going to make you a star.” Owner’s words tormented me far more than the physical use had.
As if on cue, the door opened and film equipment appeared around the great open area to the left of the building. Lights were set up, wires were run, and the building was magically transformed into a small sound stage, complete with four very impressive commercial-grade cameras.
Four Owners carried in a large transparent strange piece that looked like plexiglas. They suspended it with wire hung from the ceiling, so that it swayed. The platform was hung at an angle to the ground, not parallel with it, so that the lower end hung about 2 feet from the ground. The upper edge was about 4 feet above the ground.
Two small circles were cut out of the plexiglas about a foot from the upper edge, and i remember thinking that small breasts might possibly fit through those. The inner edges of the circles were trimmed in some kind of protective material, rubber maybe. Leather straps were positioned around it, and it became evident that this platform would be used to support me in my next task.
The room was engulfed in light reminiscent of daylight at noon, and the first of the cameras began recording the event.
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The others were waiting for us. They had lined up on either side of the door in two parallel lines…. a veritable gauntlet. They were spaced about 3 feet apart from each other, obviously to give themselves room to use the implements that each held in their hands. Each line looked to be about 15 feet long, with 5 or 6 men on each side.
Owner motioned for me to rise and removed the mouthpiece. My jaw was cramped from gripping the hard rubber, but that was to become the least of my concerns.
“Based on the responses that were given by your Master, and the results of our background checks on you both, we’ve designed an evening that we feel will be especially well suited to your particular interests and talents. And speaking for my friends here, we are confident that you will be most expressive in showing your gratitude for our thoughtfulness.”
“Your first duty will be to serve us with that deliciously skilled mouth of yours. Your Master told us in his application that you are an exquisite cocksucker, and we’d like to test his objectivity in the matter. For now, you won’t be allowed to savor the fruits of your endeavors. But we understand that you like wearing cum on your face. Only after you have pleased one will you move to the next, and I’m sure your Owners can think of some ways to keep you motivated and focused in your task. Gentlemen, shall we begin?”
It felt like some perverted line dance. As soon as i began sucking the first Owner, the guy across from him started skillfully applying the crop to my ass. The first held my head and fucked my face like there was no tomorrow, and my eyes teared and i fought back gags as i struggled to pleasure him. i gave him my best, i swear i did. My tongue swirled and darted as he thrust deeper and deeper into my throat. The crop strokes rained down on me and i fought against surrendering to the pain. i knew that i needed every conscious thought to please these men. It was almost as they knew that i feared having my head held while cocksucking. It occurred to me that they undoubtedly did know.
As he pulled from me and sprayed my face, the crop found a new target and ravaged my cunt. Strokes from underneath anguished my tender flesh as the cum began its slow drip down my face. Still on my knees, i moved quickly to service the next Owner.
This Owner held perfectly still and made me do all the work. My head bobbed and swerved, as i took him deep into my throat and then drove my mouth up and down his shaft. Again, i used my tongue as i had been taught, stroking the underside of his thick cock and pressing him against the roof of my mouth. i protected my teeth and worked rhythmically to bring him to an explosion that sprayed my left cheek and ear. i moved on immediately, from one to another, serving the cock conga line.
Cock after cock filled my throat and plunged me into a depth of servitude i’ve never known. i had not seen any faces, not heard any voice, not connected in any with the individuals i was sucking. Only their cocks and their cum… only their flogs, their paddles, their whips marked my movement through the gauntlet. Cock after cock spewed on my face, and cum dropped from my chin to cover my breasts. My back, my ass, my breasts throbbed from the painful torments as i relished the sensations even as my mind grew numb. Even through my haze, i realized that no one had struck me with a cane, the one implement that Master and i vowed would be used only by him.
i reached the end of the first line, turned and began to work my way back to Owner. Huge cocks.. small cocks.. thick penetrating cocks.. half flaccid ones that grew stiff and throbbing under my skilled sucking and tongue massage. All using my mouth. Moans of pleasure told me that my tongue was performing its duty, that my sucking was meeting their need and urging them to glaze me again with their cum. My neck ached from holding my head back, my jaw ached from holding my mouth wide open, every pore hurt where the strokes had claimed my flesh…
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