He connects wrist-cuffs behind my back, then he grabs my leash and leads me to office.
Everyone are waiting there, snickering. The moment I entered I knew what would happen. Gang-rape. Establishing my new position in company. Teaching me my place – right below everyone present.
First I was ordered to blow every male and female present. I didn't wait for any nudge – I started my task as eagerly as I could. I didn't want to give them reason to punish me. I knew if they wanted to punish me they would find a reason or give me impossible task, forcing me to make mistake. Only way to prevent that was to keep them all satisfied. Be a good slut slave that they wanted.
That didn't stopped them from spanking me, poking, biting, pinching and slapping.
Then they milked me with suction devices – made me fell as nothing more then a cattle. That was to become part of my daily training. Along with physical exercises that were supposed to keep me fit.
Then the fun part started – fucking. They ravished my pussy, my ass, my mouth. They didn't just use me, they made sure my body was at peak of excitement. They made me beg for release. I didn't fight. That would only give me additional pain and degradation. So I begged. And they made me cum. I climaxed like never before.
“You seem to be having fun, slut.” I heard Lucy speaking as she and Sarah ravished my pussy and asshole with strap-ons “Finally found your calling slave? Took you long enough to realize that.”
“I... never wanted... to be... slave...” I managed to say.
“No. You just never noticed what you wanted to be.” She grabbed my hair and held me in place. Sarah stopped moving as well. Unconsciously I let a moan of disappointment leave my lips. “You, subconsciously, always wanted to be a slave.” She whispered loudly to my ear. I concentrated on her words.
“The way you were always excited about enslaving women, it wasn't just your sadistic streak...” Sarah grabbed my hips. I realized that I was unconsciously moving them, impaling myself on Sarah's and Lucy's strap-ons. I bit my lip with frustration. “It was your masochistic streak as well. Every time we enslaved, tortured a woman, you subconsciously put yourself in her position.” My mind went blank at her words.
“I... did...” Could I really?
“You fantasied not so much about her being slave but about yourself in her position. You being bonded, you being helpless, you being enslaved.” I shivered. “You being tortured, you being sold. Finally you being broken and with smile serving 'Master'”
I climaxed like never before. I didn't move, they made climax just with their words. My mind went blank. After about ten minutes I started to notice what's going around me. Sarah and Lucy removed their strap-ons from me. That made me orgasm again. I was laying on floor, still in post climax state, as Marco spoken.
“Slave. We are still not sexually satisfied and need a release. Since you are still here you can service us... but for each man and woman serviced you will receive ten whips. On other hand you can just finish for today and return to your cell.”
My mind still wasn't clear, but I understood that Masters weren't satisfied yet. Masters satisfaction was all that mattered. Whips would be prof of slave doing Masters will. It would be reward.
With my hands still bound behind my back I slowly crawled to Marco, knelled before him and took his cock into my mouth. After I satisfied him my breast, pussy, thighs and back were whipped. That didn't stop me from going to next man. By the end of the day I was whipped over thousand times.
When I was lying in my cell I understood that Lucy was right. And by satisfying Marco I proven them right. I knew that I was their slave fully. It didn't bother me. It was liberating, as if I found myself. I wanted to be their slave.
Masters said that I would still work with slaves. I would enslave and torture while at the same time being nothing more then slave myself. Mistress Sarah even planed to give me to some of my former victims, slaves I trained. I climaxed at the idea. To enslave a woman and torture her only to later swap places with her and become target of her revenge... I would masturbate to that fantasies during nights in my cell.
Now everyday I serviced my owners in office. I was their cum-dump, sex toy and milk machine. |