Just a Visit to the Beach

Just a visit to the beach …

This story is a complete work of fiction.  It has been written by a real life Master and slave couple. The structure is intended to reflect the alternate dom and sub view on an interesting scenario as our heroine, Ev, is introduced to slavery …Enjoy, and please let us know what you thought.

PART 8

Slut (14) …

Sold.  Sold like a slave.  Forced to display my slave body in every revealing manner.  Forced to cum as a trained animal, unable to retain even one ounce of dignity. 

I was led by my newest Master out of the side door and to his waiting SUV.  He opened the back of the van and I stared in shock at a cage.  Why should I be shocked?  After all, I was now no better than a bitch in heat.  And a bitch needs her kennel for transport.  He reached up to pull the dildo from the ring gag.

“Climb in, Cunt.  At the front you will find a dildo attached to the cage.  Take it deeply in your mouth, and remain on all fours for our trip to your home for the next 12 hours.”

I hesitated a moment, but he slapped my slave ass and I knew there was no choice.  I climbed in and crawled to the front of the cage, where the dildo slid easily into the ring gag and deep into my slave throat.  A day ago I gagged when forced by Mistress Stacy to take a similar dildo into my slave mouth and slave throat, but now it seemed reasonably comfortable.  I heard the cage door close and latch.  I could not have backed off the dildo had I wanted to.  Once again, all three of my slave holes were filled.

The floor of the cage had a rug so that the bars were neither a hindrance nor a major discomfort to my slave knees and chained hands.  My eyes began to tear, knowing I was slave to this man for the next day and knowing that my Master was spending his time fucking Mistress, my roomie.  I began to sob, but had to keep some control to avoid choking or gagging on the dildo.

He said nothing on the drive.  I could get glimpses out of the tinted windows, and knew we were driving on a freeway and headed away from the SF area.  We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge.  So many cars within feet of our speeding SUV, and the caged slave in the cargo area. My slave neck was beginning to ache.

We pulled into a driveway of a rather large home.  My new Master must have a lot of money.  I wondered if he acquired it legally or as a result of belonging to a Chinese gang or triad.  The clothes he wore at the auction did not indicate wealth.  I had yet to get a good look at his face.

He pulled into a garage and I could hear the garage door close behind us.  Moments later the back hatch opened.

As he opened the back of the cage, he spoke not harshly, “You better be worth the $4000 I just paid out.  I could get eight common whores for the same price.”

“Back out and stand before me.”

I obeyed.  Standing before him, head slightly bowed, I felt him loosen the straps of my gag.  I opened my slave mouth wide enough for him to pull out the ring.  I hated the ring gag.  My slave jaw hurt and so I opened and closed my slave mouth several times to relieve the muscle strain.  As I did, I lifted my slave head slightly to get a look at my 12-hour Master.

SLAP

I was nearly knocked to my knees.  My slave head rang and I tasted blood. 

“Even a stupid cunt knows not to look into the face of her Master.  You showed some basic training tonight at the auction, so I conclude that now you were testing me or were simply curious.  Curiosity is not becoming a slave.  Don’t do it again, slave.”

I managed to stand again before him, making no attempt to wipe any blood that might have appeared on my slave lips.  And I was surprised.  Master would not know that his young slave had read the stories of Gor, yet he used the common admonition ‘Curiosity is not becoming a kajira’, merely replacing kajira with slave for my benefit.  Yet the phrasing was pure Gorean.  He knew!  He knew about Gor! 

But I got a glance of him.  He was Asian, which did not surprise me considering the clients of Yang’s shop.  Maybe mid-30’s.  Not particularly handsome, a bit overweight, somewhat less than 6 feet tall, and a face that was best described as ‘hard.’  

He released all the chains that bound me. He ordered me to strip.  I did so immediately, standing before him moments later with only collar, cuffs, and rings in my various slave piercings.  The boots were difficult to get off without sitting, but I balanced myself on one foot and managed. The plugs in my slave ass and cunt added to my anguish.  I was not sure I could hold them in without the shorts.

Once naked, Master rechained my slave ankles, then slave wrists, and connected the chains in a design known as a sirik on Gor!  He knew!  For sure, he knew!  As before, my slave ankles were separated by about 18 inches of chain.  A chain ran from slave wrist to slave wrist, about a foot in length, but did not pass through the ring on my slave collar as Mei Ling had arranged.  However, he connected a longer and lighter chain from my slave collar, through the wrist chain, and ending at the ankle chain.  I was chained and confined as surely as any slave on Gor.

“Follow me, slave,” he ordered, and we entered his home through the garage door.  We walked through the thickly carpeted den, a hallway, and finally entered a door that had stairs leading down, into a cellar.

The cellar seemed to be out of the middle ages.  It was dark, but lit with torches ablaze!  Some sort of air system must have been operating, because there was only a slight, somewhat pleasant smell of smoke.  There was also the smell of leather, which I also love.  But less delightful were the tables and chairs and chains and cages and whips of all sizes around the room.  I trembled with apprehension and fear.  If Master and Mistress had not spoken to him before we left, I would be terrified of my life.  But I knew I just had to survive another 12 hours or so.

We walked across the room, stopping in front of a wooden dowel hanging by a chain from the ceiling.  “Kneel,” and I obeyed, nearly losing my balance because of the sirik. 

“Hmmm,” he seemed to ponder the restrictions the sirik placed upon his slave.  He released the chain that ran from my collar to my slave ankle chain.  He then unhooked the slave ankle chain.  Pulling the dowel down from above, he attached each end to my slave ankle cuffs; thus, it became a spreader bar.  I would not be able to close my slave knees even if I was so ordered.

He then reshackled my slave wrists behind my slave back, passing the chain over the butt plug and below my slave ass.  He walked away and flipped a switch, and the spreader bar began to slowly rise.  I was caught off balance, but fortunately it was rising slow enough for me to react.  My slave ankles were pulled off the ground and I fell forward, unable to keep my balance.  I used my slave shoulder to cushion the blow, but because the chain connecting my slave wrists was tucked under my slave ass, I was basically flipped upside down, caught in a tuck position, like a springboard diver executing a difficult flip. 

“Noooooooooooooo, pleaseeeeeeeee,” I cried.

“Silence, Slave!” he screamed at me, and I obeyed.

When I was hoisted about three feet off the ground, with my head hanging backwards, he stopped the rising chain.  I swung helplessly, my head at his crotch level.  He undid his belt and dropped it pants.  He lifted my slave head and simply said, “Suck, slave.”  I opened my slave mouth and obeyed.

“Unacceptable, slave,” he said after a few moments, “totally unacceptable.”  He reached over and tapped my slave butt plug, causing me discomfort and moved the dildo in and out of my juicing cunt.  He punished me not with pain, but with pleasure.  I groaned. Then he spanked my ass with a loud SLAP.  “I said, ‘Suck, slave,’ and I expect you to obey and show enthusiasm for this privilege!”

I knew he was right and that I had been making only a token effort to please him.  So I began to suck and caress his cock with more enthusiasm, pretending in my mind that it was the last cock on earth.

“Mmmmmm, much, mmmmm, better, slave,” and he began to tap my slave butt plug with a rhythmic beat.  I began to mew in pleasure at each tapping, feeling his cock grow, feeling his pleasure, until finally he came, filling my slave mouth with his semen, my ears ringing with his “Yes, fuck, yes.”

I was beginning to ache from the position in which I was bound and hung, but I also felt a sense of pride that he was pleased with his purchased slave.  He ordered me to clean off his cock and I did so, again showing my enthusiasm for the task he had given me.  He began to lower me to the floor until I no longer hung like a side of beef.  He unhooked the spreader bar, rechained my slave ankles, and ordered me to my slave feet.  I struggled, with my slave hands still chained behind my slave back, but finally succeeded.

“Follow me.”  I obeyed, shuffling along, his slave.

We passed by a wall of whips, chains and gags.  In the gloom of the dungeon, my heart beat faster.  We approached a chair, a dentist’s chair it appeared, and he ordered me to sit.  I obeyed, apprehensively.

First he unlinked my slave ankles, but locked each slave ankle cuff onto a separate stirrup, not unlike a gynaecologist’s chair.  My slave legs were separated widely, and suddenly I thought of the OPEN position. The only thing less humiliating was that I was not forced to open my own slave legs and there was only one person staring at my shaved slave pussy.

The plug in my slave ass hurt more than ever. He checked to see if my slave wrists could be strapped to the arms of the chair without unlocking my slave wrist chains, but they could not, so he unchained my wrists and then strapped each slave forearm to the chair with two Velcro straps.  He cruelly moved the dildo back and forth in my slave cunt.  I groaned.

I began to whimper, afraid to say anything, but he ordered me to silence.  I began to cry.  What was he going to do to me?

He ordered me to open my slave mouth, and I obeyed.  Before I knew what was happening, he had placed hard rubber blocks into both sides of my slave mouth.  I could no longer close it, even if I wished.  It was eerie, when he began to hum some unknown tune.  He seemed to be enjoying his work. 

He clipped the ring on my collar to the neck rest of the chair, and one final strap was placed across my slave forehead.  I was effectively immobile and openly available to whatever he planned.

He took a dentist’s mirror from the tray attached to the chair and looked inside my slave mouth.  I was so nervous at this point.  I hate to go to dentists!  Was he a dentist?  What was he going to do to me!

“Hmmmm,” he sighed, and walked away for a moment.  He returned with two metal hinged devices.  He removed the right rubber block from my slave mouth and inserted the metal device.  By turning a screw, it began to enlarge in my mouth, forcing it open even further, until the left rubber block fell free and dropped into my opened slave mouth.  He inserted the other metal device and opened it.  My slave mouth was forced so wide that it was painful.

“..aster, …eeeeseee, …ooooo,” I cried.  It hurt so bad.

“Shush, slave, shush,” he tried to calm my nerves, but my slave jaws hurt so badly.  “So, I am in fact a dentist, slave, so you are in good hands.  Well, figuratively speaking, that is.  Your Master and I discussed something earlier and I will do as he asks.  He finds it fascinating that your Mistress, what’s her name, Rika’s teeth are bondaged, but his slave, namely you, are not.  It hardly seems fair, don’t you agree?  And besides, a lot of things can be done to a slave with braces, especially one with a pierced and ringed tongue.”

Nooooo, I thought, nooooooo, you can’t!  I don’t agree!  Noooooooooo!

“I had some orthodontic training, so you need not worry.  In fact, I see one molar out of alignment, so you will actually benefit from what I plan.  You won’t enjoy it, but you will benefit.  What more can a slave ask, eh?”

“….oooooo, eeeeeseeeeee…”

“Shush, shush.  Blink your eyes if you have had braces in the past.  I think you have.”  I blinked my slave eyes a couple of times.  “Ah, good, then you know what to expect.  So let’s get to work.  Let me get what is needed.” 

He walked away, and I continued to quietly cry.  My slave jaws were hurting so badly.  Once again, my slave body was being modified against my will.

He returned several minutes later, and placed numerous things gleaming metal pieces on the tray.  There was no point in wasting my moans.  In a short time, my slave teeth would be in bondage like Mistress’.

“What’s this,” he said, as he ran his fingers along my juicing slave slit, intentionally flicking the dildo that impaled me.  “You want this, don’t you, slut?”

“..oooooooooooooooooo, …ooooooooooooooooooo.”

“Your body betrays you.  If you don’t want this, why do are you so wet, so fucking wet?”  I could only moan.  I could not explain what he saw.  I know that when I was young, the orthodontic experience caused my body to react in an erotic manner.  It was happening again.  I had no idea why. 

For the next hour, he fitted and bonded metal sleeves to my slave teeth, top and bottom. The pain in my slave jaw throbbed.  Each sleeve had a metal bracket and soon he was wiring the brackets together, tightening each one tighter and tighter.  I was no longer thinking coherently.  The pain was too intense.  I whimpered and moaned in vain.

“Now let’s see.  Your Master and I had this idea…” his voiced trailed off as he grasped the stud ring on my slave tongue.  He pulled it out slightly as I made a slight protest, and hooked it to something on one of my lower front slave teeth.  “Try to release your tongue, slut.”  I tried, but there was no chance. 

Finally he announced himself finished.  Tears of appreciation creased my slave cheeks, as he released the metal devices that held my slave mouth open.  It took several agonizing seconds before I could move my slave jaws up and down.

I could feel the roughness and sharp edges of the braces on my slave lips.  It brought back memories from nearly ten years past.  I hated the braces, yet I loved the braces.  I could not explain why.  But now my slave tongue was locked to my braces.  I had been effectively gagged, without any exterior evidence. 

He moved the dildo in my slave pussy back and forth.  I began to moan, my only way to express my need.

He released the strap on my slave forehead.  “One more modification, slave, and then I will indeed meet your needs.  Your Master is concerned that once you return to school, you might try to hide your new earrings.”  He fondled the new earrings with the dangling SLUT.  “Do you think he might be right, slave?  Huh?”  I did not know what to say or how to react.  I just moaned in a noncommittal way.

“See, the problem is you have beautifully long hair,” and he ran his hand through my slave hair.  Yes, I love my slave hair!  “And the way you cut it, might tempt you to hide your earrings, so we need to remove that temptation, don’t we slave?”

“Nggggggg, eessssssseeee, nggggggggg,” I tried to shake my slave head frantically.  No, no more, please no more!

“He gave me the location of a hair salon, but it is your lucky day slut.  My mom was a hair stylist, and I spent a lot of time at the salon watching her and she taught me a few things, so I think I can handle it.  So, let’s get to it.  I know a cut called a flame…”

“Ngggggg, eeeeessssssseeeee,” I knew what he meant.  It was a Gorean slave cut, in which the sides and top of a slave’s head were cut quite short and upswept, while the rest of her hair swirled down her back well over her shoulders.  There was no modern haircut like this.  I would stand out like a complete alien.  Was there no end to my humiliation!

I shook my head NO NO NO and he dug his fingers into my cheek, turning my slave head towards him.  Our eyes met and I saw no mercy.  “Slave, we can do this the hard way or the easy way, but it will be done.  Do you want more pain, is that what you want?” 

“Ngg,” I assured him and realized my situation was hopeless.  He would do what he wanted with his slave, and he did so over the next 45 minutes.  He cut and shaped and styled my slave hair so that my ears were totally exposed.  He bleached the top of my slave head, so that it had the look of a horse’s mane.  I could do nothing but quietly sob.  My will meant nothing.  I was a slave. 

He released the lock on my slave collar, and one by one released the straps that held my slave arms and slave legs.  He pulled out the dildo from my dripping slave pussy and ordered me to open my mouth wider and though tongue-gagged, to clean off the dildo with my slave lips.  I obeyed.

He had me stand on unsteady legs, and reattached the chains. I was soon shackled in a Gorean sirik.  My “do” was a Gorean flame.  “Come with me.”  I followed, totally defeated.  My gaping slave pussy begged for a master’s cock, the plug in my slave ass a constant reminder that all my slave holes belonged to him.  My slave teeth ached, and my slave tongue was trapped.

Zhen Hua stood back to admire his slut. He had fitted a brace to my teeth and cut my hair in an outrageous manner called a flame cut.  I had a tongue stud and ‘slut’ earrings both glued onto my body. I was due to go back to real life after the weekend – what the fuck would I do?

Although I wished that I could not see time passing, there was a clock on the wall and I knew that I had only been with my new master for 2 hours. It was 2 a.m. and I was his until 12 o’clock midday. What would he do to me?

I looked at him and he smiled as if an idea had occurred in his mind. That thought scared me. Moving towards my exposed slave body Zhen Hua took a key and unlocked the Sirik, removing all chains and cuffs from me. Now I really was naked.

Then he unhooked my slave tongue from my new braces. I gagged when he did this after having so much work done to my mouth only to feel a freedom of movement there for the first time in a while.

“Stunning,” he commented on seeing me as he no doubt wanted to. I held myself proudly, displaying my slave tits and the swell of my slave hips, accentuating my slender slave waist.

Zhen Hua beamed again. "Beautiful. Quite lovely. Before I fuck you I must record your beauty, especially with your flame hair." 

“Record my … what do you mean?”

His smile became cold.

"Nothing to worry about, bitch!" He pushed down on my shoulders.

"Now! On your knees and crawl over to me!" 

I tried to argue. Damn him! But the demanding tone in his voice frightened me; and my heart missed a beat. He sounded as if he was talking to an animal, as though he didn't expect to be disobeyed. Who the hell did he think he was?

Yet, in my bewilderment, I found myself obeying his command. I knew he wanted to laugh at me, yet I was totally unable to find the strength of will to resist. 

I dropped to my knees and crawled like an animal to his feet. Knowing I was unable to disobey my new Master. 

"Kiss my feet!" 

Reminiscent of the way that I had kissed Rika’s shoes in the boat house I scrabbled for his feet to kiss his toecaps. 

Then Zhen Hua peeled off his shirt and unfastened his trousers. The smile was still on his face as he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. He had no underwear on and he took hold of his huge erect manhood, caressing it with his left hand, causing it to pulsate and swell even more.

Although I had seen it before, indeed sucked on it, I couldn't take my eyes of the monstrous thing in front of my face. Despite being on the verge of penetrating me somewhere the large man picked up a remote and pressed a switch. I saw a bright light as his video camera flashed into action … pointed directly at us!

Suddenly, I saw it all. The stories I’d heard were true. This really was how they persuaded girls to perform in BDSM pornography.

I felt my jaw go slack as my mind recoiled and I shuddered. Fuck! I was being asked to perform in a room with a camera present. This was something else! Then I remembered. There had been pictures taken by Rika and films taken at the auction. Shit I could become the biggest internet slut there is.

How did that thought make me feel? Well I wasn’t quite sure. How wrong is that?

Zhen Hua pulled his foreskin right back and waved the bloated end of his member in front of my face.

"Now you sexy little bitch!" he said. "It's show time! I want you to blow me again. Suck gently and suck deep! And when I cum into your mouth, you swallow every drop!"

Oh why did Master Simon put me through this?

I knew I had to comply and so with as much enticement as I could manage I slid my slave tongue around his foul tasting weapon as he nudged it towards my lips. Teasing him with my soft tongue, I gagged a little as the massive cock invaded my slave mouth to push against the back of my slave throat. I allowed my saliva to flow, lubricating my soft full lips as I moved my slave head around his huge cock, sliding my tongue around the monstrous tip. 

His weapon began to pulse as he started to thrust his hips forwards, pushing into my mouth with more urgency. His passion began to mount and he moaned as he entwined his fingers in my new slave’s hair. I was struggling now, trying to pull away from him, but it was useless. 

Seemingly oblivious to my distress and intent only on his own sexual gratification, Zhen Hua rammed his prick savagely into the back of my slave throat, pushing the tender flesh aside, widening my gullet to serve his passage. His cock certainly seemed bigger now than it had a short while ago when he had made me suck him while secured upside down. 

Hardly able to breathe, I gagged and heaved. Saliva flooded into my slave mouth as my throat was invaded. The cock orally impaling me swelled even more as he shoved deeper into my mouth. I was gasping for breath, and my limbs flailed ineffectually as he pulled my defenceless slave’s body close to him, grinding my face into his groin, roaring out his passion. 

"Come on bitch! Make me cum in your mouth!" 

Just as I was beside myself with anguish and humiliation, his cock seemed to grow to an enormous size and there was a sudden scalding surge of semen jetting into my slave throat. 

Grabbing my ears, Zhen Hua rammed my slave’s face savagely against his groin, forcing himself deep into my battered throat. 

I struggled, my naked slave’s body heaving against him, my hands and arms fluttering vainly about his legs; I gurgled my protests as I tried to breathe, and I began to kick out as I felt myself suffocating. But it was hopeless. With my face held hard against Zhen’s hairy groin, I was forced to swallow. I shuddered, trying not to vomit as the thick salty liquid slid down my reluctant throat. 

Zhen Hua pulled away from me, and giggled. "Did that taste nice, bitch?" 

Gasping, heaving, coughing, feeling degraded, used and dirty, I turned away. I felt his sperm rise into my throat again and I made to vomit. 

Zhen Hua growled angrily and his huge hand enveloped my mouth and nose. 

"Hold it down!" 

Again I was forced to swallow, until finally he removed his hand as my struggles ceased. I trembled, turning away, lowering my head in abject shame.

And all of this was captured on film. Fuck!

"I asked you a question, slut!" Zhen roared. "Now, answer me, or I'll whip you to shreds!"

I was under no illusions; I knew what I had to say. Licking my lips, I looked up at him. "Oh yes! It tasted sweet!" 

Then, without warning he slapped me hard across the face. I screamed, rolled onto my back and cowered before him. 

He leaned over her trembling body and raised his hand once more. 

"You call me MASTER! UNDERSTAND SLUT?" 

Fearfully, I nodded. "Y-yes M-m-Master!"

Bewildered and scared, I tried to sort myself out. My mind was a mess. Why did I submit to this kind of abuse … enjoy it even?  Why didn't I just tell him to fuck off?

Yet, much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't make myself do anything to resist him. It even seemed natural to call him Master! 

Zhen laughed, loudly. "You are a good Cunt and so far worth my $4k investment."

‘Fuck’ I thought, ‘he said that so far I was worth his investment.’ I knew then that the night was no where near over. I was tired, and I needed to sleep.

He grabbed my hair and pulled. "Stand!" 

I screamed as my scalp burned and frantically got to my feet. 

More gently then, Zhen caressed my flat stomach and the swell of my pussy mound with his fingers. Then he moved swiftly and slapped me hard twice, once across each breast.

My scream echoed about the make shift studio as I clutched at the pain in my tits, crouching down, turning away from him. 

I looked up. My master was smiling. “This is a good film,” he bragged, “You will make me more than my $4k back, easily.” Stopping to ‘pause’ the video camera, he moved to a chair and sat down.

“I am spent slut but I want you to take more of my seed for the film. Come here and toy with my cock with your hand and mouth and tits, until I am again hard.”

I groaned inwardly. There would be no respite. When would I get to rest? Kneeling down between his spread legs I took his cock in my hands and began to touch it lightly with my lips kissing the end gently. Zhen leaned his head back in the chair and sighed. As I brushed his flesh against my pierced nipple I could already feel a twitch of life from his dormant weapon!

******

It took about 45 minutes but now Zhen Hua was solidly erect once more, the camera was rolling and I was on all fours in his cellar. My butt was exposed and when I turned my head, I saw Zhen brandishing his cock in my direction.

He had told me to plead with him for the benefit of the film. If only he knew how real and from the heart my pleas were.

"Please..." I begged with tears brimming in my eyes. "Please don’t fuck me..."

Zhen chuckled loudly. I would indeed be fucked … raped in fact … again. In a moment of unwanted clarity my head turned downward to the dusty floor and I realized how low I'd fallen. I didn't need to turn my head to know what he was doing. Zhen was standing there behind stroking his cock, getting ready to stick it inside my slave pussy.

"Such a nice ass..." he muttered. A simple statement but it was clear enough for me to understand. It wouldn’t be my pussy I was about to be sodomised! It wouldn’t be the first time this weekend … since I had met Simon, but I still hated it.

Zhen Hua took a drop of the wetness from my pussy and moistened my trembling hole. Then, he grabbed his cock at the base and, looking over my shoulder, I watched as he lowered himself and pressed inside.

"No, please!" I screamed with tears in my eyes. His cock, just the tip of him, sat inside my tight ass ring. I was so sensitive to his penetration of me.

"Oh slut you are so tight, so sweet..." His words trailed off as he began to move inside me, his hands latched onto my waist and moved me back and forth on him. I couldn't move; I was rooted to the floor and in utter shock at the level of humiliation he was heaping upon me. Zhen Hua, seemingly knowing I was thinking this, laughed loudly, thoroughly amused at the troubled look on my face. His cock inside me seemed ridiculously large and my muscles clenched unconsciously on the intruder that had penetrated my poor defenceless slave body.

My cries became whimpers and the only sound in the cellar was that of flesh smacking against flesh. His movements were slow at first, but grew steadily faster until minutes later, I felt him shudder against me. All of a sudden, I could feel the pressure of his release deep inside and the sensation of fullness in my ass came over me as he rammed his cock home harder and harder making sure I took every last drop of his seed deep into my bowels. I groaned and almost collapsed under his weight. Eventually he pulled out and I immediately felt his semen run down my thighs.

"Was it good Cunt? It sure looked like it, it’ll look great on the film," Zhen commented, uncaring of my current state of being.

I turned my head to look at him and saw him squeeze the last of his juice from the tip of his cock, watching it fall onto my ass cheeks, before letting it fall lazily loose between his legs.

"Your ass is golden Cunt. Pure pleasure. Made for fucking.” I did not like his words but I was becoming more aware of my own state of arousal. I had not been allowed or encouraged to orgasm since Zhen Hua took me which was hours ago now. Given that I had done nothing but subject myself to his sexual gratification or had my body modified as only a slut would, for all of that time, I had to admit that my pussy was juicing.

My master for the night stood before me. I was still on all fours. Fucked, exhausted and humiliated … and all captured on camera!

“Okay Cunt, it’s 3 a.m I need to sleep.”

‘At last’ I thought, some rest.

“So I need to tie you into position while I go and rest.”

What? Tie me into position? Doesn’t he know that I need to rest also? My facial expression must have looked harrowed, but I simply lowered my head and said, “Yes Master.”

I remained docile as Zhen Hua pushed me, face down, flat to the floor and proceeded to tie my arms tightly behind my back, making sure to secure me at my upper arms, elbows and wrists. He then tied my ankles tightly together before folding my legs upwards at the knees so that my ankles met my wrists.

Before I knew it I was secured in a very effective hogtie with my body pulled so tightly together by wrist and ankle that my back was stretched and arched backwards. I could sense, somewhat perversely, that I must have presented a beautiful shape to Zhen Hua.

He then took a spreader bar and fastened the manacles for it around my thighs, opening my pussy wide.

Fuck this hurt, but did nothing to stop me juicing even more.

I could not really look upwards but I could hear the motor sound above my body.

“Listen to the chains coming Cunt, they will leave you suspended while I sleep!”

“Nooooooo! Please Master do not do this to me!”

He laughed and reached inside my mouth – I really wanted to but I couldn’t stop him. He took the ring on the underside of my stud and clipped it again to the small, delicate hook element at the front of my bottom teeth brace.

“Nggggggg!” My sounds were now muffled.

I could sense the ceiling chains, thick and heavy, being clipped to the rope connection where my ankles met my wrists and also where my upper arms were tied. A switch was flicked and the chains were dragged upwards. My body left the ground and I was suspended, bound tightly with ropes and chains and gagged by my own tongue stud and brace!

But Zhen Hua was not finished yet.

He knelt down and fastened thin wire to the small statues in my nipples before pulling it tightly downwards and clipping each length to a ring in the floor. My poor nipples and tits were pulled outwards and stretched towards the ground.

“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” I yelled despite not being able to speak properly.

Oh, how I was in pain and how my cunt ached for satisfaction!

Zhen moved behind me and brushed his finger against my pussy.

Please make me cum, pleeeeeeeaaaaase!

“You are so wanton Cunt. All this suffering and you juice like a street whore.”

He touched me again and I shuddered.

Still the sadistic bastard was not finished.

From the rope connection at my wrists and ankles he attached more of the thin wire and stretched it down to my ass. Upon reaching my naked flesh he pulled the wire tight between my legs cutting into the crack between my ass cheeks and then further along, splitting apart my pussy lips. Even though the wire was thin the very fact that I was being stimulated caused me to juice more and a small moan to emit from my slave mouth.

Zhen moved to my front pulling the wire as tight as he could, cutting into my clitoris which was already engorged with the blood of my lust, and brought it along my slave body, up between my slave breasts and fastened it to the ring on my tongue gag. I could feel the wire cutting into my slave chin as my tongue ring was still gagging me but now, and more intriguingly, a small movement of my slave tongue, which was all that I could achieve anyway, made the wire pull slightly more or slightly less tightly between my slave legs.

I so wanted to cum, but was left in a state where my continued stimulation was ensured but so gradual was it that I doubted whether I could ever use it to reach an orgasm.

“I can see what you want Cunt,” the desperation in my eyes must have betrayed me.

“But I shall leave you down here, alone and in the dark while I sleep. You shall not cum yet Cunt.”

‘… oooooooooo!’ I yelled. Zhen Hua gave a little tug on the wires attached to my breasts before moving away from my body, hung for his pleasure. He switched off the light and I could hear him walking up the stairs away from me.

“Bye slut, for now at least,” he yawned as I despaired.

It was dark. I was alone. My abused body hurt and my aching pussy juiced. I knew not when the bastard would be back. I felt tears come to my eyes as my aching neck lowered and made my eyes look downwards towards the dusty cellar floor.

******

I ached all over. Zhen had only been gone for what seemed like a short while. I was sure that he would leave me for hours. What would I do? I cried out in anguish.

******

How much longer had passed? I could feel the wires pulling at my breasts, my tongue and my pussy. I still juiced and was slowly moving towards an increase in my stimulation. I began to think that should I orgasm my ordeal would become harder as I would have lost an element of distraction that I was able to enjoy at present. Please come back Master. Fuck!

******

My eyes opened suddenly. Where was I? Shit, had I gone to sleep? Maybe I had but surely not for long … not in this position. The feelings in my arms and legs had gone now. Would it ever come back? I had stopped sobbing. I just ached for pleasure whilst crying out in pain.

******

Oh yes. Yes, here it comes. I was trying to rock my body slightly to increase the stimulation on my nipples and at my pussy. And it was working! I could feel the wires pulling, sliding, penetrating. Cum slut, please cum!

******

It was no use; I was less near to an orgasm now than I had been previously. Oh yes I still juiced, but I couldn’t get the right leverage with anything to take me over the edge. The bastard knew just what he was doing when he tied me like this.

******

My mind wandered now. I cast it back to when I was getting ready for the visit to the beach, before I had even met Master Si. How different my life was then. It was only 2 days ago. I thought about Master and Rika. I hoped that thinking of the 2 of them fucking each other would give me the sexual release I was crying out for, but it only made me jealous. I was so exhausted that I was almost losing my mind.

******

Fuck no! What had happened? The lights came on suddenly. They were only wall lights but they illuminated the pitch black of the cellar dungeon room.

“Hello again Cunt.” It was Zhen and I could see from the clock on the wall that it was 9am. Shit I had been suspended like this for 6 hours. Fuck!

“How are we feeling,” he asked in a somewhat mocking tone. Of course I couldn’t do any more than utter unintelligibly back. He moved to my front. Although my head hung low I could look up enough to see that my tormentor looked refreshed. Clearly rested and no doubt ready to start again. Well he only had 3 hours to get me back so thankfully I did not have long left as his slave.

He unhooked my tongue gag and unfastened the wire that ran back through my pussy. I moved my jaw to get some of the feeling back but the wire was so ingrained into my body that it simply stayed in position.

“Well Cunt did you sleep well?” he laughed.

“"I've had enough," I whined, having left my desire to cum way behind some time ago in deference to the desire to be free.” Please let me go!"  My stomach churned with a new sense of fear and apprehension.   He moved to my rear and slowly I felt a strange sensation creep up the underside of my spread thighs.

“Aaaah…” I groaned raising my head and inadvertently causing my nipples to pull agonisingly against the wire holding them. Gradually, inch by agonising inch, his hand moved higher.  His touch moved from her legs to the curve of her bottom.  I clenched my teeth, and blinked back fresh tears of pain and desperation. 

His hands burned into my sensitive flesh and bit into the pink lips between my legs, no longer damp, just sore. He peeled the thin wire out of its fleshy cocoon and flicked the switch to lower the ceiling chains. Although this provided some relief to my poor aching tits, I was now suspended at a far more fuckable height. That much I knew.

“Very good my pretty one.” I heard his voice once more.  Then the touch I felt was more insistent from something more solid and much larger.

“No,” I moaned when I realised that i was going to be fucked, “Please.”

I felt my bound hips raised slightly by the impaling force. I felt his cock touch my groin and I groaned as it slid purposefully and definitely into me, stretching and filling me totally.

I was held firm and could feel Zhen’s body at my rear and between my thighs as he ground himself against me making me grunt with every long, hard thrust.  Despite being nowhere near as orgasmically desperate as I was a few hours ago I once more found my own pleasure building.  I whimpered and sighed as his cock worked inside me. 

My feelings of repulsion and horror were momentarily replaced by genuine lust.  He fucked me for several minutes until I felt compelled to close my eyes as the force between her thighs became even greater.  Then I came.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Yesssssssss!”

I humped my way through the climax but Zhen wasn’t done and he didn’t stop. His piston like pumping continued relentlessly, and now it was painful.  My nipples were as stiff as bullets as Zhen raped me endlessly.  I tried to accommodate his invading shaft more easily but it swamped me.  He fucked me like I was a doll.  Then Zhen yelled out and shoved forward.  He came hard and long making sure that he emptied himself fully inside my well used pussy.

I felt him pull free from me and his juice immediately spilled out from my, no doubt, gaping slit.

Moving to my head he brushed the tip of his cock at my mouth. Even though he was still oozing the final throes of his seed I knew that I would have to suck him clean. Which I did with as much enthusiasm as I could muster, before swallowing the remnants of his orgasm into my stomach.

“I’m going to release you now Cunt.” He stated simply.

“Th … th … thank you M … M … Master,” I stammered. My mind was all over the place.

“You might regret thanking me slut,” he laughed.

Having lowered me to the ground he quickly and expertly undid the rope knots freeing my wrists, arms and ankles. He also unclipped the wire from my nipple jewellery.

It took a few seconds of careful movement but then the blood started to flow properly through my poor limbs once more.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!” I yelled out.

I had never felt so much pain in my life and Zhen Hua just laughed. My body curled up into a ball trying to surpress my agony but it was no good. For endless minutes I cried out until finally I was left wrecked and exhausted in a useless pile on the dirty cellar floor. The ropes had burned marks into my skin. I was a mess.

It was almost 10am. I would need cleaning up ... I wanted a shower. I dared to ask Master – that was my mistake.

SLAP!

I was knocked to the ground.

“You fucking worthless whore. You impertinent slut. No, you won’t be fucking well cleaned up. In fact I have other plans for you.”

With that he grabbed my hair and twisted cruelly forcing me to my feet.

“Kneel over there,” he ordered.

Meekly I obeyed. He was angry and shouting. I was so scared.

He approached my kneeling form and reached down to attach a chain to my collar. Then, walking behind me and holding the chain, he pulled forcing me to arch backwards. I placed my hands flat on the floor to stop me from falling over until a few feet away from my body he stopped. The chain was connected to a ceiling hook and secured tightly. My body was bent backwards with the chain pulling cruelly from my collar and straight up the middle of my face.

Zhen Hua then took my arms and cuffed them before adding a second chain to the cuffs that pulled my arms vertical and high in front of me. He then pulled my arms backwards increasing the pressure for me to lean back. My whole body was cleverly stretched and my stomach, tits and pussy openly available to Zhen Hua, which was, for whatever reason, no doubt how he intended it. That chain was then also connected to the ceiling.

I moaned and cried out, “No, please Master don’t do this!”

He then positioned my ankles carefully so that he could place a metal bracket over and then screw them to the floor in pre-prepared holes. Both my ankles were secured in this manner. Fuck, I was hurting again.

Moving to my thighs, he then fastened a heavy spreader bar that was fixed very wide, stretching my legs to their limit. If I thought I ached before, that was nothing compared to what I was felt now.

“Please Master!” I whimpered quietly.

He just laughed. He wasn’t finished yet.

Taking 4 vicious looking clips with metal serrated edges he hooked one end to the cross bar of the spreader and then taking the sensitive folds of my pussy lips he clipped the serrated edge to my flesh.

“FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

My mind was a blur. He repeated this a further 3 times leaving me on the edge of madness with 4 metal serrated clips biting deep into my pussy lips, and serving to hold it wide open still dripping the residual cum from when the bastard had just raped me.

Zhen Hua then moved to my breasts and, pinching folds of my tender skin between his thumb and forefinger, he clipped similar clips to my slave titties. 8 clips in all, 4 on each tit, were fixed to me. My eyes fluttered and my mind wandered far and wide in an effort to rid my senses of the pain.

His final piece of handy work was to take my tongue and leave it hanging out secured to my brace.

Oh what a sight I must have been. Arched backwards, chained in position, slave thighs spread wide, pussy gaping, tortured tits and my slave tongue hanging out.

“Fuck you’re making me hard again already slut. But I have other plans for the moment.”

I could still see the clock and the time had moved to 10:30. We would have to leave in 1 hour I knew. What was he going to do?

I could not really see but I heard him wheeling a trolley of some sort over to me.

“So Cunt, you wanted to be cleaned up did you? Well I shall make an even bigger mess of you now!”

What the fuck was he going to do to me? I cried out within the confines of my gagged tongue. I was scared, I had enjoyed no sleep at all and I was exhausted.

I trembled slightly as his lips brushed the top of my ear and trailed down until he got to my lobe and my ‘Slut’ rings. He gently sucked, as I fought not to make a sound. Next he kissed lightly down my neck, flicking his tongue out at all my most sensitive places, and gently blew on the places he had kissed. Fuck, this felt good, was it supposed to?

He then made his way down in between my titties, still kissing, over my tight slave stomach, and stopped right above my slave pussy. He moved away.

I was straining my neck to see what he was doing.

“Hot wax time Cunt!”

“Nnnnnggghhhh!” I spluttered. My mind raced. Was he going to pour hot wax onto me? No, surely not!

Suddenly, I saw his arm move and I could see, just, that the trolley supported a device that held a large candle in it. The device seemed capable of tipping itself gradually and releasing molten wax out on top whatever was below it, which in this case was me!

Without warning, he poured the hot wax over my right nipple. I felt the sensation spring my nub to life. Then the pain struck.

My back arched as I managed a low scream through the tongue gag. Stretching the pouring arm across my body Zhen Hua did the same to my left nipple...dripping the wax ever so slightly just so my nipple was covered. Again I screamed.

He lightly blew on them both and then peeled the wax off. I moaned as the cellar air, mixed with the heat from the wax intertwined with my senses. I was breath-taken as he took my nipple in his warm, wet, mouth and began sucking, and nibbling on it.

"hhhhhhhhh...eeessssssssssss…leeeeeeeeeeeeeeease..."

It shouldn’t feel this good!

I tried to fight what I was feeling but no matter how hard I tried I knew I was getting wet. Again I was caught off guard as he took the candle and using the levered device dripped the wax down my stomach and stopped right above my pussy. I was moaning uncontrollably now as my body betrayed me. Piece by piece, he began peeling the wax off and licking wherever it had been.

I knew that I couldn't take much more of this. Then he did it.

“UUUUUUUUUUCCKKKK!”

Stream after hot boiling stream of wax ran into the open lips of my cunt. It stung, it boiled and it hurt. Again I arched my back, but this time most definitely in pain. I had started to feel pleasure from my first experiences of the wax, but not any more. I yelled and almost blacked out. I felt the wax begin to harden between my legs as the heat wore off. He had just about sealed my slit with wax. Fuck!

Then Zhen Hua appeared at my head. Even though everything looked a little upside down to me I could see clearly that his cock was out and hard again. He was masturbating frantically. I knew what would happen well before the bastard tensed his whole body and started to cum. Spraying the purple head around he covered my face and tits in his juice. I was covered. It hung from my nose, lips and chin and no doubt covered the adornments in my tits.

“So, Cunt,” he said when his climax had subsided, “You wanted to be cleaned up and now you are filthy. A filthy fucking slut whore! Come on I need to get you ready to be returned.”

******

Half an hour later I stood in the hallway of Zhen Hua’s huge house. I was almost dead on my feet. After Zhen Hua had released all of the chains and clips from my body I had again cried out in absolute agony. The metal clips had left deep red marks, not quite breaking the skin, but almost.

I had been well used and now stood before him with my pussy still mostly sealed with wax, and my upper body and face covered in hardening sperm. He had replaced my small, white top and skimpy shorts making sure to fill my ass once again with the butt plug I had arrived with. He had torn my top such that the edges of my dark aureoles were visible. I wore the white stiletto heel boots.

“Come on Cunt,” he ordered, and within minutes I was secured on all fours in his SUV with the same dildo once more deep in my throat. The vehicle started and I was on my way back to Yang’s.

Master (15) …

“So, Si here we are. Listen, you’ve already got Ev pretty much all to yourself, and clearly she is prepared to do whatever you ask, why do want me? Was it after you watched me thread those beads into my…” she still struggled to describe what she had done in the restaurant and looked away from me embarrassingly, “… into my pussy?”

"I wanted you the first time I met you Rika,” I replied, knowing that was true, although the restaurant incident had fanned the flames of my ardour somewhat.

"Your beauty stunned me," I continued, for some reason trying to turn up the charm offensive. I say for some reason as in reality I could have just taken Rika whenever I had wanted.

Rika and I sat in the living room of my apartment sipping red wine. I reflected briefly on how I had ‘entertained’ Ev and Stacy here just the night before, and now here was Rika. I knew that I would soon have Ev back in my apartment, and the very idea made my balls ache with desire. My thoughts turned briefly to my slut and I wondered how she was being treated.

Looking back at the lovely Asian face in front of me, with her braces glinting in the light of the room, I smiled to myself remembering the words I had shared with Zhen Hua, the successful bidder at the auction. Although he had taken slut and was no doubt exacting his reward at this very moment, he had been very impressed by Rika. When we spoke briefly before he and Ev left he had asked me if I could arrange for him to have Rika for a while as his slave once his time with Ev was done.

I knew that Rika would not willingly submit to such a request and that she was insufficiently submissive to be handled like slut had been, and so when I said ‘yes’ to Zhen’s request I knew that I would have to trick Rika somehow into a restrained position so that Zhen Hua could simply ‘take’ her.

However, I was aware that Rika was a virgin and I also knew that Zhen Hua would fuck her without much consideration for her feelings should he get the chance. So, whilst I also intended to have my fun with Rika I felt that I had a responsibility to take her virginity ‘reasonably gently’ before she got anywhere near Zhen Hua!

“You’re staring at my breasts Si,” stated Rika somewhat disarmingly.

"True," I admitted, taking a moment to appreciate her tits that were only partially hidden underneath her low cut top.

"You do know that this will be the first time a man has seen me like this … I mean totally naked?" she asked.

It was true because even in the boat house earlier she had never been totally naked.

"Even the guy at the party a few months ago that I let touch my breasts did it under my shirt. He tried to take it off, but I wouldn't let him." Poor Rika was so nervous that she was starting to babble.

I don't know why I hesitated. Maybe because this moment was so important to Rika and, unlike when I had taken Ev’s cherry the day before, Rika and I were not in the middle of an intense sexual encounter already. Being Rika’s first was turning out to be a more considered experience than when I had simply fucked Ev for the first time.

I took her hand and lifted it to my lips kissing it as I stared into her eyes. The desire in my gaze let Rika see the lust I felt for her. Instead of being frightened by it, her eyes mirrored my intensity.

Putting her wine glass down Rika wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tight. I kissed her lips gently, just flicking my tongue lightly against her brace, before lifting her up and taking her through to my bedroom. The lovely Asian chick lay looking up at me. Removing my top I tugged on the drawstring of my shorts and they dropped to the floor. I stood naked before Rika, my hard on desperate to get at her.

"I'm ready," she said, holding her arms open to me.

As I stared at her I forced myself to remember that this was still her first time, but despite this I still looked directly at her and said firmly, “Strip for me Rika”.

Her eyes opened wide but, nevertheless, she got to her feet and taking hold of the front edges of her top she pulled it up. High and over her head it went leaving Rika exposed in a white lacy bra. Looking up at me through her large, brown eyes, Rika then pulled down her skirt; leaving her naked from the waist down (I already had her panties).

I smiled and then indicated through a nod of my head that she should remove her bra, which she did, rendering her entirely naked and at my disposal.

I moved forward and gently pushed Rika back onto my bed.

We kissed and I slowly worked my way down her body. I took my time and enjoyed the softness of her skin against my lips. Rika tilted her head giving me access to her neck. I took full advantage of it.

Slowly, my kisses fell lower until my tongue brushed against one of her nipples. It was stiffly erect and also very sensitive. I kissed and licked it while Rika moaned and gasped.

I moved my lips toward her other nipple, but was distracted by the softness of her breasts against my skin. I pressed my face between them and kissed. My cock stiffened to its full length. I loved the feel of my face being smothered between Rika's tits.

Somehow I forced myself to continue to her other nipple. It was equally as sensitive as the first and I took my time before moving down to her belly and hips. Rika’s stomach was flat - perfect. I took a moment to lay my head against the soft smoothness.

Rika's hips were gorgeously curvy and my desire for her was inflamed. 

"What are you doing?" she cried when I started to move lower.

"Do you trust me?" I asked in reply.

"Of course I do … Master Si." I could sense the ‘smile’ in her words.

"Then relax and enjoy," I said feeling her gaze as she continued to watch me until she finally let her head fall back to the bed as her legs spread slightly.

I could smell her excitement. She was almost ready for her first orgasm of the night. It wouldn't be the last. I started back at her stomach and slowly kissed my way down. Eventually, I allowed my tongue to brush the slit of her pussy.

Rika tensed momentarily, but then sighed and let her legs fall fully open. She groaned deliciously. I used my tongue along the entire length of her opening before letting the tip slip deeper inside. She was hot and sticky and tasted good!

"Oh, Si! Fuck, that feels amazing!" she cried as she grabbed my head, not really directing my tongue, but also not letting me move away. I pushed my tongue as deeply as it would go. "You're driving me fucking crazy!"

I licked and sucked harder and it wasn't long before she started shivering.

"I'm close!" she gasped. I didn't bother replying. Instead, I moved my focus to her clit. "Si!" she cried in barely controlled passion. "... I can't hold off...you're going to make me..." I flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit as fast as I could until she screamed, "Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkk!"

I moved up her body.

"Rika," I smiled. "I so want you."

"I so want you too," she said, her passion, fear and anticipation all blending into one expression.

I moved between her legs and let the head of my cock brush against her pussy. Rika gasped. I smiled down at her and pushed myself in. I stopped when I met resistance and worked the purple tip in and out. Rika was panting by this time, and, truth be told, so was I.

"I can't wait any longer!" she cried. "Please!"

"I’m going to fuck you," I said softly and then pushed in. She gasped and stiffened briefly in pain. Rika was no longer a virgin. I held my hips still until she relaxed. Of course, that didn't stop me from kissing her. It wasn't long before I felt her respond to my kisses. Then my hips moved and I fucked Rika.

"Fuck Si, you're really inside me!" Rika said, sounding both lustful and amazed as the truth sunk in.

"Not all the way," I smiled. "Not yet."

"But I already feel so full!" she gasped. I could feel her juices flowing once again so I pushed a little more of my cock into her, causing Rika to cry out. I continued to slide back and forth, slowly working my full length into her.

"Can you feel me deep inside you Rika?” I asked when I was almost all the way in.

"No more! Please!" she cried as her head thrashed back and forth. "I can't take anymore!"

"Of course you can," I replied, shoving my cock completely inside of her for the first time.

"Yessssssssss!" she cried, as her orgasm came in wave after wave of pent up lust, her mind’s eye no doubt replaying the day’s events.

Rika’s tight, tanned body writhed in ecstasy under me and I rode her hard until her climax subsided.

I remained buried deep inside of her until she was done.

"That was amazing!" Rika purred, “Did you cum Si?” she added almost breathlessly.

“No sweet Rika, I didn’t,” I wanted to save mine for later.

I smiled as I rolled off of her, noticing a small amount of blood that her breeched hymen had released onto her thighs and my bed-sheets. We moved until we were facing each other and she kissed me. Rika felt so good against my skin, and, having taken her virginity, it was now time to satisfy my own needs in a rather more vigorous manner!

******

I liked to see a girl dressed sexily and I liked even more to start my sex from a place where I could either strip a girl or have her strip for me. It was for this reason that I had made Rika dress again in her top and skirt even to the point of putting on her bra and matching lacy white thong which I has given back to her.

As I stood facing her wearing only my shorts, Rika simply complied with my requests to dress herself, no doubt bemused as to whether our lovemaking had ended for the night, whether she would be going home or whether there was more to come.

If she had voiced these questions to me I could have assured her that there was plenty more to come!

We had moved to my living room when I chose to open another bottle of wine.

“Here you go Rika,” I said handing her a generous large glass of red wine. “How do you feel?”

“Oh Si, I feel … I feel, wonderful. You filled me so much and my orgasm was the best ever.” She reached forward with her head and kissed me. I returned the kiss tasting the fresh red wine still in her mouth.

I reached for the wine bottle and made sure that Rika’s wine glass was continually topped up as the drone of somewhat banal conversation continued between us. 

“Whoa there Si, what are you up to?” questioned Rika as I opened a second bottle and filled her glass for the fifth time.

“Don’t you like it?” I asked, with mock hurt in my voice.

“Of course I do, it’s just that ...”

“Well drink up then.”

Rika took a long slurp. 

It was time to take her again.

I reached out for Rika's hand, pulling her inwards. She shifted willingly, turning her face up to mine as our lips met. I forced my tongue forward, feeling the hard touch of her brace, and Rika opened her mouth to accept my advances, licking my tongue with her own as she pressed her body against mine. I moved my hand to her leg, bunching the material of her skirt high upwards, and rubbed my open palm against Rika’s naked expanse of tanned thigh.

Rika groaned as the renewed physical contact between us made her shiver slightly with anticipation, and I gazed into her soft brown eyes. As our mouths peeled apart Rika smiled slightly, her lips parting to reveal the gleaming metal on her teeth.

I ran my hand up Rika’s willing body until I could squeeze her breast through her top. Rika licked her lips as I felt her nipples harden. I let my hand then stray down to between Rika’s legs and under her skirt stroking the flimsy fabric of her panties where it protected her mound before going further, easing her willing legs apart and teasing the, once more, swollen lips of Rika’s pussy.

I began to rub gently through the thin white material, and a low, almost inaudible sigh came from Rika as she responded to my touch. 

Rika moaned louder and then, out of nowhere, she seemed to click back into her own wine fuelled reality.

“Si, my head is spinning; I think we need to stop for now.”

I stared at her with a disappointed look on my face.

“Please Rika; I really need you, right here and now.”

“Need me, why??”

“I really need your help,” I continued, taking her wine glass and placing it down on the nearby coffee table.

“Huh, my help, to do what?”

“To satisfy my desires slut.” My voice was loud and menacing and Rika was stunned as I grabbed at her long black hair and pulled hard raising her from the comfort of her seat.

I backed Rika against the living room wall of my apartment, all the time twisting her hair.

“No please, what are you doing? Let me go, owwwww!”

I stood motionless; cool as you like, as Rika looked terrified. This was a Si she didn’t know and I could tell that she wasn’t sure what I would do to her.

“Pl…ple…please, Si, l…let me g…g…go.”

The whole scene seemed to recede into slow motion as Rika stood there stammering, clearly filled with terror and anxiety, clutching desperately at the point where I was cruelly twisting her hair.

When I finally moved and stepped back a little, releasing her hair, it was only so that I could reach out and take hold of Rika’s blouse.  I gripped the light material and pulled.

“Noooooo!” yelled Rika at the sound of the tearing fabric. She tried desperately to hang onto it but I yanked it free effortlessly, then seized Rika’s wrists and lifted them up above her head, pinning her easily against the wall in the grip of my fist. 

The vulnerability of her position was becoming ever clearer and Rika was terrified. My gaze moved over her stunning breasts, covered only by the lacy bra. They rose and fell sexily as her chest gasped for breath – I gazed further down onto her trim, flat belly, and smiled.

"Let me go, please!"

Rika writhed helplessly, twisting and turning, but unable to change her position in any significant way.

"Please! Please!" Rika pleaded delightfully, her heart pounding. "What do you want?”

After listening patiently to her pleas, each one adding more size to my already bursting erection, I spoke.

“Rika, I want you, and I want you to suffer. I am going to take you again, but this time there will be no ‘be gentle with me’ it will be hard and rough …”

Rika was stunned and she begged, pleaded, and finally broke into frantic sobs, but I ignored it all.

Then I forced her shivering and trembling hands downwards so that I could position them back and behind her head. I gripped Rika’s hair again sliding her further down the wall and, through this position, Rika’s back arched which forced her breasts out even more. I could see her skin colour burning with humiliation under my roaming eye. 

“Ohhhhhh, please Si, you’re hurting me.”

I smiled, and raised my other hand and placed it on Rika’s stomach, sliding it slowly upwards as my captive shuddered and moaned.

Then, what can only be described as a surge of recklessness must have engulfed Rika and she kicked out at me, making contact with the lower part of my leg. It was not painful at all for me but her efforts drew an immediate response.

I whipped Rika forward and sent her flying, staggering across the floor to sprawl face down on an old oak table. She tried to rise, but the flat palm of my strong hand slapped down between her shoulder blades, pressing her into the table hard enough so that her breasts were squashed onto the old, cold wood.

"Let me go Si! I’m sorry, please leave me alone!"

"You are not in any position to make demands," I laughed.

"P-please," she cried out in a choked, tear-filled voice.

“Shut it.” I commanded as I moved Rika’s light, flimsy skirt upward and roughly pulled down her panties.  I slipped her provocatively sexy thong off and tossed it to one side.

Rika’s legs were trembling and her tears fell profusely as my hand slipped down along the cleft between her ass cheeks and fingered Rika’s anal opening. Moving lower I held her beautifully pulsing pussy cupped in the palm of my hand, and squeezed it lightly. Then pressing a finger forward I penetrated the lovely Asian girl in the most humiliating fashion.

“You don’t know how lucky you are slut; I am going to make you orgasm again!  Fucking cum for Master Si you bitch.”

I began to frig Rika with a roughness designed to release the desire that had built up inside of me, and my fingers worked hard sliding up and down between Rika’s pussy lips, nudging against her clitoris in a searching and stimulating manner. 

“No please Si, nooooo … ohhhh!”

“It’s Master Si to you now, Cunt!”

As Rika began to squirm and writhe deliciously, I angrily drove three fingers in and out of the college girl.  Faster and harder I poked her, and I noticed her eyes close as she moaned her pleasure unwillingly and involuntarily at my dominating touch.

I was at the point of extreme desire myself.  I had to fuck her. To feel that sweet, slick pussy stretched against my shaft. Keeping Rika pinned down with one hand, the one sticky from her juices; I pulled at the drawstring on my shorts and slipped them off. Rika felt my solid cock nudge at the entrance to her pussy.

“Ohhh noooooo Si, not like this,” the delicious Asian girl yelled, “please, it was so good last time, it can be like that again.”

“Shut up, you’re my whore now and I will do anything I want with you.” With that I pressed my fingers harder into Rika’s back between her shoulder blades.

“Arrrggghhhhhh!” she yelled.

Then I pushed. It was only the second time that she had been fucked but this time my passage into her was easier. Rika bucked under me as I filled her completely.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Then I fucked my Asian Cunt. Long, hard strokes reamed her, slamming her against the wood of the table.

Rika gave several little whimpers, shivering in light convulsions as her orgasm became inevitable.

“Go on my little whore, cum for Master Si.  Cum for me you bitch.”

I felt her thighs squeezing together and her body stiffened.

“Ahhh, please nooooooooooohh!”

Then Rika’s legs stretched as far as they could, her back arched and she cried-out as the most glorious orgasm engulfed her triggered by my aggressive ministrations.

And I came too. Spurt after spurt of my semen poured into the gorgeous girl writhing under me until I was fully satisfied.

Rika sobbed as I pulled roughly out of her leaving my juice to run down her thighs in a thick, sticky flow.

I flipped Rika’s used body over onto her back. Then, much to the abused girl’s surprise, I kissed her hard on the mouth.

She tried to keep her lips tightly closed, but I kissed her again, and this time forced my tongue forward, sliding and seeking sensuously, flicking against the metal on her teeth.

I kissed my captive roughly, bruising her, although Rika kept her own lips slack in response, sobbing upon reflection of the act that I had just subjected her to.

Eventually I eased back. Rika leaned upwards, supporting her abused body on the table.

“Why Si, why?” she sobbed.

“Because you’re a weak little slut, and it’s Master Si now.”

With that I slapped her hard knocking Rika to the ground. A combination of the wine and the blow had clearly rendered my plaything groggy, virtually asleep. I determined therefore that now would be the perfect time to introduce this lovely Asian collage slut to my cellar.

******

Rika came fully round a short while later as she was being lifted from my shower and dragged across the floor. I had taken great pleasure in stripping the rest of her clothes from her whilst she lay almost unconscious on the floor of my living room and now her naked body was soaking wet.

She groaned in protest but the ball gag I had fitted into her mouth made her pleas all but inaudible. Her vision was completely obscured by a large blindfold of silk covered leather that was drawn tightly around her head. 

Rika was too weak to offer any resistance as I fitted broad leather cuffs around her wrists. Blindfold she was unaware of the leather straps being attached to each wrist cuff and then fed through the hooks secured to the ceiling of my cellar until the straps were pulled taut and her arms were drawn up above her head.

I could sense her heart hammering fast no doubt as a result of the activity I was subjecting her to. Water still dripped off her – I thought it would be more fiendish to let her dry naturally, although I had towelled her hair which now sat in a very wild, unkempt manner around her head and shoulders. She seemed so vulnerable and just looking at her made my groin ache again.

“I can do anything I like to you slut,” I said, mocking Rika, teasing her. She of course couldn’t reply, but I knew that she could hear, a fact testified to by the frantic shaking of her head and the delicious twisting of her gloriously stretched body as her arms now took a lot of Rika’s weight. Rika almost hung, her toes just brushing the floor. She would ache. In fact she was probably aching already.

She hung, her arms drawn in opposite directions above her head, gasping what breath she could through her nose. The ball gag completely stopped her breathing through her mouth and combined with the blindfold I knew that a girl like Rika, never bound before, a virgin until a short while ago, would feel more exposed that she'd ever felt in her life. She had no way of knowing what would happen next to her and I had made it very clear that she was completely at my mercy.

I reached down and grasped her calves and jerked her legs apart. I wrapped leather cuffs around each ankle and buckled them securely. Rika grunted in mild discomfort as her ankles were drawn apart and took a sharp inward breath as I secured the cuffs to the floor. Vertically spread-eagled, Rika tried ineffectually to draw her legs back together. The effect of having her legs forcibly held spread was to increase the pressure on her outstretched arms above her head and she groaned through the gag in dismay realising no doubt that she could get no relief from the pain her stretched limbs were suffering. 

I moved my hand to her and touched between her legs from behind, fleetingly brushing her sensitive lips and making her squirm. Her pussy was already slick once again with juice.

“You’re a fucking slut Rika, you’re soaking again. What am I to do with you?” I mocked her again.

Rika let her head drop no doubt in shame at the knowledge that her body was responding sexually to the physical treatment she was being subjected to. Blindfolded, her awareness would be focused on the sensations created by my touch and the feelings of the leather restraints that were tight around her wrists and ankles.

Rika looked gorgeous, naked and struggling. The way her arms and legs were stretched stunningly emphasised how slender and vulnerable her body was. When my hand stroked her again she tried jerking herself away but it was hopeless. Rika groaned through the gag in desperate anticipation as my arm circled her slim waist holding her still whilst my hand resumed stroking her. She was unable to contain a loud sigh of pleasure which even through the gag was quite coherent.

“Shall I fuck you again slut?” My voice came after a few moments of silence, and it surprised her. Rika shook her head. 

There was a moment's silence and then I spoke again.

“Okay then Rika, I will bind your breasts for you instead.” 

Soon Rika was twisting and writhing as I slipped a noose of fine cord around her right breast. Rika pleaded for me to stop but the only sound to emerge from the ball gag was as muffled sigh. I held her breast, drawing it away from her chest while the noose was slipped snugly over it and drawn tight. 

Rika could feel the cord tightening as she twisted her body frantically in an attempt to escape. I made sure that the cord was tight, biting at her flesh and she threw back her head, crying through the gag. Her protest though was completely in vain as I bound the cord repeatedly around the soft orb. 

When I had finished, I stood back to admire my handiwork. The soft flesh of her tits was trapped and swollen as it hung gathered and bound. I could see how aroused she was becoming as the juice now glistened in the hairs of her neatly trimmed pubic patch.

Rika shook her head frantically as I set to work on her other breast. By the time I had finished she was choking back heavy sobs through her gag and twisting pointlessly, but very erotically, against her bondage.

“So shall I fuck you yet whore?”

“Nnnngghhhpppp!” Again Rika shook her head.

I laughed softly and I touched one of her trapped breasts, squeezing it until she shook herself free. 

“I’d better clamp your nipples then, Cunt, hadn’t I?”

Rika again shook her head in objection as she felt me slide a clasp over her right nipple then tighten it until it trapped her tender nub. A few more turns on the screw and Rika was writhing in pain, no doubt feeling the trapped flesh throb and burn. A moment later her other nipple had been dealt with in a similar fashion.

Rika hung, groaning through the gag in agony. She shook her blindfolded head in despair. Suspended from her outstretched arms, her shoulders now ached desperately. She could feel her feet just dragging on the stone floor. I brushed my thumb over one of her trapped nipples making her gasp.

“Mmmmmpppphhhh!” she gasped, squirming frantically as my thumb flicked across her nipple repeatedly until the delicate flesh was aroused so much her tiny erection pressed painfully into the metal that clamped it. 

“So, can I fuck you again yet, slave?”

Rika shook her head in denial. Of course I could fuck her anytime I wanted to, but I was enjoying the game. Again I reached out to fondle her bound and clamped nipples.

“So delicate... just imagine what it would feel like if a weight was now hung from your poor bound tits? Could you stand that Asian girl?” 

I could see her heart start to pump harder and her cheeks were reddened and flushed.

I waited for an agonising moment then I grabbed hold of her right breast. Rika shook her head in protest, whimpering through the gag. When I removed my hand from her bound breast Rika felt the clamp pull sharply at her nipple as it was dragged down by the unseen weight. 

'Uhhh... UUHH!' 

Her cry of protest was audible, despite the ball gag. 

“And now for the other!” 

'NNNHHH!' 

“You struggle so well slut.” 

“Can I fuck you now Rika?”

Rika nodded her head in reluctant agreement; she couldn't take any more of my punishment. I laughed.

“Excellent,” I responded. 

“Shall I ungag you?” I asked. 

Rika again nodded her head.

A moment later and the ball gag had been removed and Rika was gulping air again through her mouth and flexing her aching jaws. 

“Please Master, let me go...” Rika begged, breathlessly, remembering to call me Master. 

I removed the ropes, clamps and weights from her tits.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!” Rika screamed as the blood began to flow freely through her breasts again.

“This isn't fair Si, let me go I demand…!”

I reached forward and gripped her hair, twisting hard.

“Oooouuuuucccchh!”

“Demand? You demand what slut? You are not free to demand anything, and I am Master to you, Cunt. I’d better gag you again bitch.”

Rika shook her head as my hands caught hold of her face and stilled her. My fingers dug into her cheeks encouraging her jaws to open. I caught a glimpse of her metal brace and smiled.

'No, I’m sorry; I won’t … let me go! Let... me... guhh...' 

Rika tried twisting her head as I forced the leather ball gag back into her mouth. It was hopeless on her part though and a second later the gag was in place with the leather strap again tight around her head

'Nnnnhh!' 

“Cry all you want... struggle all you can, slut... you can't escape what I am going to do to you now.”

Rika was still blindfold, and now gagged again. She could neither see nor speak.

My lovely, Asian college girl captive lifted her head weakly, squirming a little as I passed my hand down her ribs and, moving around her slim waist, caressed one of her firm ass cheeks. She flinched as my finger traced around the edge of her rose like entrance, and she tensed as my fingertips drew apart the globes of her ass cheeks. Reaching lower I touched her pussy feeling her slickness as my fingers stroked her. Rika sighed through the gag as my touch intensified. 

“Looking forward to this, bitch?”

I slipped off my shorts once again and freed the burgeoning length of my solid erection.

“You know what's going to happen next don't you Cunt? I bet you're aching for it aren't you?” 

Despite her earlier agreement, Rika now shook her head again.

“Well tough luck Cunt because you’re going to get it!”

Pulling weakly with what little strength she must still have Rika twisted her arms as she dangled helplessly. She tried again to draw her thighs together but her legs were kept spread whilst my hand was stroking her naked skin, my fingers rubbing her pussy, probing, seeking, penetrating. 

“You are so fucking wet slut, and so fucking hot!” I laughed, as my fingers slid easily into her slit. Rika hung her head and sighed through the gag. To her shame it was undeniably true; she was wet with arousal from the treatment I’d made her suffer. 

Moving behind Rika I glanced down and noticed the impressive oriental tattoo; a single symbol marking her back and I thought fleetingly of Ev and the tattoo Yang had given her before the auction. How was Ev doing, I wondered. I smiled and slapped Rika hard on the ass cheeks before I slid the tip of my shaft down into the groove of soft flesh that her ass cheeks formed and then along until it nudged her pussy lips apart. Using my hand to guide it, I pushed my length up into her tight, tanned body right to the hilt.  Then I drew back, her slender body convulsed; I pushed in again, harder. Rika sighed through the gag as another orgasm suddenly overtook her.

“Nnngggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Esssssssssssss!” she squealed loudly.

I forced myself into Rika’s sweet hole again and again and as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her, she seemed to abandon herself to the gratification her body had been crying out for. 

I began driving my cock into her with increased urgency my mind focused only on the extreme pleasure of using this beautiful girl so forcefully. Rika grunted through the gag each time my cock rammed into her and her stifled cries enhanced my ardour more and more.

Then I was delighted as another orgasm shook her tethered body and I was able to ram my cock into her one more time before I jerked and throbbed madly cumming deep inside my bound and fucked Rika. 

My hands gripped her exhausted body around the waist as I rested my head on the smooth skin of her back. I breathed hot against her neck. Rika, no doubt dazed and aching, sighed through her gag as the waves of exquisite pleasure that had washed over her left the beautiful and bound Rika exhausted.

******

My alarm sounded at 5am. I opened my bleary eyes and smiled to myself as I thought of Rika still bound in the cellar. Reaching for the table at the side of my bed I picked up a glass and drank greedily from the cold water in it. Placing the glass down I then picked up a remote control device and flicked a switch. I smiled to myself thinking of what this would do to Rika, and straining my ears I thought I heard her grunt. But I must have been mistaken as the cellar was two floors away and she was still gagged!

******

Ev screamed.  I threw her against the wall, knocking the wind out of her. She wore nothing but a short T-shirt and black high cut panties. She was in my basement and ready to experience the pleasures of my dungeon devices.

In a rough, yet swift, movement I held her tightly by the throat and Ev was powerless to stop her wrists, one by one, being manacled to the wall.  She almost hung, her feet barely touching the ground, facing me.

“No, please, don’t hurt me,” she begged as I bunched her T-shirt up to just under her breasts. I laughed with delighted glee when I saw the pink, angry whip marks adorning her body and I fingered them. Ev groaned in pain.

“That’s it bitch, moan for me. Now I’m going to hurt you again.”

Ev watched horrified as I walked to a shelf and returned with a severe looking whip. Its four individual lashes were all wrapped in barbed wire. It would tear her to shreds.

“Oh, no please you can’t use that on me,” my slut pleaded.

I let the barbs trail over her skin. Down over her tight stomach, and towards her groin. Momentarily the terrible lashes became caught in her belly button jewel, and she held her breath as I freed it with a sharp tug.

“Time to shut you up slut,” I said. I reached up to her mouth holding a ball gag in my hand, and, despite Ev’s frantic resistance, she could not stop me gagging her pitiful screams.

My slut shook her head wildly; awaiting the agonising onslaught the whip would bring to her, as the gag was pulled tighter and tighter and tighter. A bell sounded in the distance …

“Fuck!” I groaned as my alarm awoke me once again. That had been some dream and was just about to get better. I felt a sense of disappointment at having to leave Ev behind … and then I remembered Rika.

It had been almost 2am when I left her and now it was 8am. She would be in a state I knew, and the thought helped my cock to a massive early morning erection. Pulling back the bed covers I glanced down at the spot where Stacy had been tied just the night before. What a fucking weekend this had been … still was!

Dressed only in my PJ shorts I got sleepily out of bed and decided to shower and have some breakfast before I looked in on my captive slut.

******

It was over an hour later when I descended the stairs into my basement cellar. Opening the door to my dungeon I stared in awe at the sight before me. Rika was, of course, still secured where I had left her, but now she literally hung from the cuffs supporting her wrists. Her body was slumped, lifeless, in her bonds, her legs crumpled, bent slightly at the knees and her head bowed with her long, wildly luscious hair hanging low over her shoulders and breasts.

On the floor was a patch of damp where Rika had no doubt peed herself during the night, and her thighs were slick with juice. What was the root cause of all this? Between her legs was fastened a thick, solid dildo.

I had especially chosen a large phallus to keep her entertained and the source of her impalement was attached to a machine that was fucking in and out of her sweet pussy. As I watched I could still see how it varied its speed, making her dormant body shiver under its movement, and I knew that it must have fucked her hard all night continuously for the past 6 hours.

How many orgasms had been extracted from poor Rika I had no idea but despite being soaking wet on the outside her over used cunt must have been as dry as a bone inside. And very sore.

She was clearly unconscious and I wondered if the additional little pleasure that I had subjected her to had been the cause of her conscious state.

When I awoke at 5am and pressed the remote control switch the dildo would have sprouted small rubber spikes that, in turn, would have caused Rika incremental pain and suffering. Oh how fucking delicious. I was so hard by now that I thought of fucking her again whilst she was still out of it. But no maybe once more before she leaves. For now it was time to let her free from her current bondage.

I moved towards Rika and, bending down to a box device I switched off the dildo which caused it to retract the spikes and ease away from her. As the long, thick shaft became visible I saw how the tool was covered in shiny juice and globs of Rika’s cum and also how her pussy had been so well fucked that the lips, even with the dildo removed refused to close up. Fuck she was so open I could have slipped a beer bottle inside her. But, despite this thought lingering for longer than it should have, I didn’t!

Having freed my captive from her impalement I now unfastened her ankles. Even though they were free her legs still dangled widely spread. Rika was not conscious enough to know what was happening.

Moving behind her I looked down at her ass and smiled as I saw the gleaming end of a solid silver butt plug. Reaching forward I took hold and eased it out of her ass. I marvelled at how someone who was still an ass virgin, cock wise, could take 8 inches of steel shaft between her cheeks. But she had, and after 6 hours of impalement, much like her pussy, Rika’s ass hole remained open even when the plug was taken out.

I thought I heard the slut grunt but she certainly hadn’t stirred much, and so when I unfastened her wrists my still blindfold and gagged Cunt fell in a crumpled heap to the floor. She was exhausted. Sleep during the night would have been fitful and fleeting at best and no doubt not forthcoming at all once I had activated the rubber spikes between her thighs. Falling unconscious would have been a blessed respite for Rika.

I decided that I would carry her to the shower. Not my domestic shower but my cellar shower. Rika had enjoyed fuck knows how many orgasms but there was always room for more. So, after removing her gag and blindfold I threw the slumped form of Rika’s beautifully used body over my shoulder and took her to the dungeon shower.

******

I stood looking in through the open side of the shower cubicle as my slut stirred. Rika awoke to a wave of pleasure. 

"Ohhhh.  Unnnhhh," she moaned. I saw her body tighten no doubt in response to the warm stimulation of water hitting her open pussy.  Clearly not yet aware of where she was, all she could do was revel in the pleasure. 

"Aaaahhhh.  Ohhhhhhhhh," the slut continued to moan.  She had not yet opened her eyes; but it was clear that she could sense the powerful jet stream of water that was virtually raping her. 

After several minutes, the water pressure subsided to a slightly slower stream, allowing the stimulated Rika to take in her surroundings.  She opened her eyes to the realization that she was in a very compromising position.

 

I had secured my pretty captive in a shower cubicle which was no more than three feet by three feet in size.  White tiles were all around her. The beautiful Asian Cunt was lying on the floor of the shower; her wrists and ankles were pulled upwards and shackled to bolts at the four corners.

A jet-spray-style showerhead jutted out of the wall in front of her and was pointed down, directly at her naked and exposed pussy. 

The warm water penetrated her still open slit. Despite her night of desperate torture, this position and situation was evidently exciting her.  Rika was still trapped, and now at the mercy of my elaborate masturbation device.  She had no choice but to enjoy the liquid penetration.

A couple of minutes later, as per my carefully set timing device, the stream of water became more powerful, shooting a full blast at Rika's pussy.

 

"Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she yelped.  The change in pressure had taken her by surprise.  The water was beating upon her sensitive pussy, her clit bombarded by the irresistible stimulant.  Rika's naked body, tortured as it was, became overwhelmed with pleasure and she had no choice but to cum; her body exploded in sweet orgasm. 

The chained shackles kept her in place as she writhed.

 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Rika yelled as the orgasmic contractions wracked her body.

Before she had calmed from the wave of her lust fuelled orgasm I could see her face contort as a second wave hit her. The water jet fucked her continuously and watching her suffer made me so fucking hard I was desperate to cum myself. Rika squirmed delightfully as she climaxed again.   The water pressure had not changed; it was still raping her relentlessly. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh fuccckkkk meeeeeeeeeeee!" 

Rika was totally overpowered by the water spray as the feelings of climax raced through her body.  She took deep, heavy breaths but the orgasm continued until she was satisfied once more. 

Never having really come round properly at all Rika’s body once again went limp as she took another deep breath and a third orgasm began infiltrating her semi conscious state.

Finally, soaked through and thoroughly empty of all feelings Rika passed out from the heat and exhaustion blissfully unaware as I entered her white tiled prison.

Slipping my hands into my shorts I took the hard length of my cock into my fist and wanked hard until my back arched and I shot jet after jet of my sperm over the face and into the slack, open, metal adorned mouth of the poor, unconscious Rika.

When she came round she would have had her nipples pierced. I moved away to fetch my piercing gun. I would enjoy this.

******

Rika was tired out … thoroughly fucked all night long. Her orgasm count, considering the way the machine, the shower and I had raped her must have been well into double figures – and to think that only 12 hours ago she had been a virgin.

‘Be gentle with me’ she had asked of me. Well, for a brief while I had been.

She now sat before me. I had allowed her to shower normally and then clean herself up before getting dressed. I had destroyed her top in the throes of my lust when I had ripped it from her body. She now wore, in a very enticing manner, one of my shirts.

The poor girl could hardly walk, so sore was her pussy and ass.

“So Rika, did you enjoy your time with me?”

Rika looked at me not really sure what to say. She was still struggling to accept that I had dared to pierce her nipples and insert small rings into them.

“So did you?”

Was I teasing her or genuinely asking? She just chewed on her bottom lip and smiled weakly. Her fingers toyed with the strange adornment that had punctured each of her teats. They seemed to be permanently erect now, a pleasurable scenario for me I had to say.

“Stand up,” I ordered.

Rika was still suffering the pain of her body being no longer bound and the blood flow in her limbs getting back to normal.

Steadying herself on the kitchen table she obeyed. I went to her and pulled her hands behind her back. As I slipped on and clicked shut a pair of steel hand cuffs she flinched. When I fastened an 18 inch chain to her ankles she became concerned.

“There’s no need Si …”

“Rika, listen to me. When we get back to Yang’s you will be exchanged for Ev.”

“Huh?”

“This means that Zhen Hua, who won the auction, will take you. You will stay with him for the rest of today.”

“What? Nooooooooo!” Rika shook petrified.

“Then, when you get back to your apartment on Monday morning in time for college and have recovered, Ev will return and you will be Mistress over her. You will live with her as your slut either continuously or just at times when you both decide it is appropriate. That is up to you.

I will take her as my slave whenever and however I wish. As my slut she will want this, as do I because I am her Master. You are not my slut as she is, but you are subservient to me and to anyone I choose to give or sell you to. Understand?”

Rika began to cry.

“Do you?” I yelled loudly into her face.

“Y…y…yes … Master.”

“Good. Now we must go, as midday approaches fast.”

******

It was 12 o’clock, midday and I stood inside Yang’s shop looking out waiting for Ev to be returned. There was only the old tattooist present and no sign of Mei Ling or Jason. I was a little nervous at what Ev might be like. If she had suffered anything like Rika had at my hands she would be in a bit of a state.

Then Zhen Hua’s SUV appeared.

Only 12 or so hours earlier Ev had been taken, chained by wrist and ankle, into the same vehicle, but with her spirit still in tact. Now, as she stumbled out onto the pavement, dishevelled, semi naked and exhausted, her partly clothed body looked broken.

I moved out of Yang’s shop and to the aid of my poor, clearly well used, slut. I looked at her worn but still very pretty face and saw the brace I had demanded be fitted into her mouth. But what a fucking hair cut. Flame haired my slut looked exhausted but spectacular. I loved that cut and it showed her ‘Slut’ rings in all their glory.

With a typical act of defiance she tried to walk, unsteadily, on her own stiletto booted feet.  She looked over and smiled weakly. I looked my slut up and down.

Red marks and streams of thick juice seemed to coat her lovely body and thick globules hung like stalactites from certain parts of her flesh. She still needed to be cleaned up. I had expected Zhen Hua to take care of this before returning her to me.

Ev had obviously been fucked senseless by the bastard – what did I expect; he had paid $4k after all. And now my poor slut looked exhausted.

I went to speak with Zhen.

“Listen Zhen Hua, I have Rika for you but I have to say that she has been well used. You might not get much from her.”

“No matter,” he replied, “I want her for my pleasure not hers.”

The menacing nature of his simple statement made even my spine tingle. I pushed Rika forwards and into his waiting arms.

“Zhen Hua, I want you to fit the same delicate hook attachment to Rika’s brace please. Deliver her back to her apartment by 9pm this evening, here is the address.”

He smiled and nodded. Rika looked confused and scared.

“Please Si, don’t do this … nooooooo.”

Zhen Hua gripped Rika’s hair tightly in his fist and bundled her into the back of his SUV, just as he had with Ev the previous day.

I moved to my number one slut.

“Let’s go inside,” I said putting my arm around Ev’s shoulder and helping her into the relative safety and warmth of Yang’s shop. She shivered at my comforting touch and smiled allowing herself to be led forward no doubt assuming it was towards blissful peace and the prospect of much needed sleep.

However sleep was not to be her fate.

Once I had seen Zhen Hua’s SUV take off and had gone inside the shop, Yang emerged from the shadows.

“Ohhh, look at you sweet whore,” he said simply. I saw his eye rove over Ev’s dishevelled, yet still beautiful, body, clad in skimpy, tattered clothes with a stunning new hair cut and a gleaming brace fitted to her teeth.

“Simon come here a moment.”

Despite being so old, when Yang spoke I felt compelled to listen. I moved towards him and away from the still unsteady Ev.

“Simon, you must make an old man happy and let me have some more fun before you leave.”

“But, Yang …” I protested, “she is exhausted. I doubt whether she has slept for over 24 hours, I must take her home.”

“Please Simon, I have done you many favours over the last day or so, so you should let me have my way.”

Any threats actually went unsaid, but I felt threatened anyway and found myself agreeing to his request.

He took over.

“Strip slut.”

Ev looked up shocked to be receiving more instruction.

“Master?” she appealed to me, but I looked her in the eye and nodded my approval for her to follow Yang’s orders.

Slowly, and as deliciously as ever Ev reluctantly peeled off her top. I took a sharp intake of breath when I saw the marks no doubt left by alligator clips and the remains of candle wax. She had be well used by Zhen Hua there was no doubt about that, and I found myself hardening not just at the sight the lovely Ev presented but also at the thought of what Rika might well be experiencing anytime now!

Ev pulled off her boots, but it wasn’t until she gripped the side of her tight, white shorts and pulled them down her tanned legs that I was really impressed by Zhen’s work. It was clear that she still held the butt plug between her ass cheeks, but, fuck me, Zhen had sealed her pussy with candle wax.

“Oh, slut, that is so … so …” I was lost for a description.

“So creative,” Yang helped me out. I nodded.

“Down slut,” Yang spoke to her as if she was a bitch, but she knew to get onto all fours. Yang moved around to her ass and touched the butt plug. Ev flinched. Yang smiled and slid it slowly out making Ev squirm delightfully.

“I don’t think you will ever have suffered one of these before slut.”

I saw him reach up and pull down a chain which had a gleaming silver ass hook on the end of it. Ev glanced over her shoulder and opened her mouth to scream until I shouted, “take whatever Yang has without too much noise slave.”

Impressively, Ev did not yell out. Yang took the hook and carefully positioned the rounded end at Ev’s already open rose hole and inserted it. She groaned loudly as the hook fitted perfectly into her ass, deeply filling her.

For the next 2 hours the exhausted Ev entertained both Yang and myself.

We played with the height of the ass hook, moving Ev up and down as we saw fit and emptied our seed into her throat several times over … allowing of course for the slow recovery of the male libido!

Finally I allowed Yang to pick painfully at the solid wax encasing Ev’s pussy. She cried out and squirmed which made the whole exercise exquisite. Zhen had done a good job.

Once her juicing slit was open once again, Ev was finished off by receiving the long, hard lengths of both of us deep inside her until we and she came in glorious raptures.

******

Epilogue

It was late on a Sunday afternoon when the beautiful Asian girl stepped out of the car, glanced briefly back in at the driver and then turned and walked up the short drive into her apartment block.

She was unsteady on her feet, which were bare. She hardly wore any clothes and it did not take great eyesight to see that her naked breasts were almost fully in view through her tattered top.

She paused as her hand touched the door handle and turned to watch the car in which she had arrived speed away.

It contained her Master and she knew that her life would never be the same.

She reflected on the intensity of the 48 hours that had passed since she first met him and the changes that had taken place to both her and her life. As well as a host of new experiences the girl thought about her new flame hair, her nipple statues, her tongue ring and her second ear piercing … and most of all her mouth brace.

They were all either locked or glued to her … how she would cope with college the following morning she had no idea. But that was a thought for when she was less tired.

The car was now a spec in the distance.

He would be back, he had told her. She knew not how or when but she knew he would be back.

A single tear ran down her cheek.

THE END