Master Goes Away

Master returns….  continued.

Thrice raped in a matter of minutes I was then abandoned yet again by my abusers as they regained their composure and re-grouped to celebrate.

 

I was to remain caged and ponder my position. Is this life really what I want?

 

The three men left me alone, cramped and frustrated as they chatted, ate and drank their fill.

Time dragged on for me, I thought back over the past week and the experiences that I had with my Master and his three Friends.

Was this really the life for me… did I have a choice..??

The answer was clear and concise… yes, this is the life for me and no I don’t have a choice. I agreed to this when Master chose me.

I let my mind wander a little, daring to think beyond my life here, imagining myself if the path that I had chosen had not presented itself… where would I be??

I would have to work… unskilled as I was, the work would be low paid and probably hard, consisting of many hours labor for little monetary reward.

Perhaps I would be married? Considering where I came from, my Husband could probably also be unskilled and working in a similarly harsh employment. What would he be like, my last boyfriend was a surly character, aggressive and dark, life with him would consist of heavy drinking, some unsatisfying vanilla sex and possibly violence. I was scared of him before….

 

The cage jolted me out of my dream as the chains rattled and it was moved level again. I could see Master and his friends standing around me. Slowly they began to uncuff my arms and legs, releasing the chains that bound me so tightly. The door opened and they eased me forwards, out of the cage and onto the soft grass where each man took charge of a limb and began to work life back into my body. There was silence as my arms and legs were straightened, rubbed, bent, rubbed and massaged. They rolled me onto my stomach and continued, my back and neck separately massaged as well as my buttocks, thighs and calves.

The non-sexual nature of their touch was welcomed if not confusing. I was waiting for them to begin to abuse me again, waiting for one of them to begin to fuck me, but they kept massaging in silence.

 

Finally I was assisted to my feet, Master guided my shoulders and I walked with him towards the house.

We all moved into the lounge area where all the men sat on the sofas and chairs. Master signaled for me to kneel.

‘Sub, My Friends here are leaving, please show them your gratitude by offering yourself to each one in whatever manner they wish and do your best to show them how truly grateful you are for their assistance while I was away and your re-alignment training tonight.’

‘Yes Master.’

I crawled on my knees to the nearest Master. He was the second to use me whilst Master was away. I remember the pool where he jammed my head under the water and made me suck him hard, then he had me entertain his guests in the lounge area and also when he hung me from the 3 poles. He was the kindest of the three, hurting me the least even though he was demanding of me.

He presented his cock to me and I began to suck it eagerly. His body relaxed and he leaned back in his chair as I worked my magic on his manhood, my tongue exploring as I took it slowly and deeply into my throat. He was working up to a rhythm as the hardness grew and grew, beginning to thrust into my mouth as his excitement also grew. He sat up and took a clump of my hair in his hand. Lifting my head off his cock he moved forward on his seat raised his legs upwards and pushed my head down lower.

‘Lick my arse.’

‘Yes Master.’

I placed my hands on each cheek of his arse and pressed my face into his arse crack. He moaned as my tongue flicked over his hole, his hand pressing harder on my head, ramming my face further against him. Again pulling on my hair he dragged my face up between his legs, stopping at his balls as I licked and sucked them with my tongue and mouth, dribbling all over his hairs as he moved his arse up and down on me. My face was dragged again and again up and down his crack, licking his hole, caressing his balls over and over. My eyes could glimpse his cock at times as he thrust it up and down; it was red, swollen and leaking.

He pumped my face harder and harder against him, faster and faster, as if he was fucking something above my head, as he gripped my hair tightly and used it to pull me up and down.

Finally he pulled my face out and rammed his cock into my mouth. I was totally gagged as he jarred it against the back of my throat and thrust hard in and out. No time to think about what to do before he came hard and forcefully down my throat.

He shuddered as the last of his juices sprayed into me and collapsed back on the chair.

‘Thank You Master’ I said to him as I crawled to the next Master.

 

This was the first to use me while Master was away. He restrained me harshly and uncomfortably, hogtying me above him as he slept and cruelly abusing all my holes. I was scared of him.

I knelt before him, eyes down as he studied me.

‘Hmmm. Turn around Sub, present me with your arse.’

I obeyed him straight away, head on the floor, arse up high so that he could use me. His hands began to explore my cheeks, rubbing gently all over them. His finger ran down the crack of my arse, causing me to shiver slightly, they found my pussy moist and inviting, thrusting in and out quickly he returned them to my arse and rammed inside me.

I groaned loudly as he roughly pushed into my hole. Two fingers moving in and out, twisting harshly around one way then the other, all the while driving in and out of me. I flinched again slightly and he slapped me hard on the top of my arse.

The fingers continued, as did the slapping. Harder and faster they fucked my arse and slapped my cheeks and lower back, occasionally swapping over so that both left and right hands fingered my hole and slapped my arse.

I was being stretched by his fingers. The stinging of the slaps made it hard for me to determine how many fingers were inside me, but the now savage fingering was continuing and I feared that he was trying to fist my arse. I felt his spit around my hole as he released to change hands; he smeared the moisture around before continuing his assault of me, smacking and now ramming his 4 fingers deep inside my arse.

I was struggling to remain silent and still. The stirring inside me was growing as well as the painful stretching of my arse and the relentless spanking of my flesh.

Suddenly he felt for my pussy and thrust fingers inside as well. I screamed out with both pain and ecstasy as the orgasmic sensations suddenly threatened to overcome me.

‘Pleassse…Masss.’

‘Silence.’ He grunted through gritted teeth.

“ohhh ohhhh..’ I stammered as the hands worked feverishly in and out of my holes. I was struggling to remain controlled, my juices were pouring out of me and my arse new entertained most of his fist.

‘Aggghhhhhhh ohhhh  aghhhh goddddd….’ He screamed out as his hands left me and his juice sprayed over my back, my arse cheeks and the back of my legs.

I dropped to the floor, panting, grunting, orgasmicly stimulated but unsatisfied, exhausted.

 

‘Sub. Move on.’

‘Yes Master.’

The third Master was also the third to use me over the weekend. He basically fucked me, then used me to serve food from my holes, then had his guests fuck me as well. I liked him.

He had moved to the large leather 3 seat couch and was half laying on it. One leg up on the seat, the other on the floor and he gestured for me to kneel between his legs. I was still panting heavily, my pussy and arse still tingling with the orgasm that was denied.

He stroked my face gently, patting my hair, leaning my head down onto his knee. His hand stroked my shoulder and back as I began to relax, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin. As my breathing slowed, he guided my face to his cock and I began to suck. He found my nipples and stroked them, squeezing and pinching them to hardness. I continued to suck as he twisted and pinched harder and harder, until I was grimacing with the pain. He pulled my nipples upwards so that my face moved off his cock and continued to pull me up to my feet by my nipps.

His grasp was agonizingly tight on my sensitive buttons as he pulled me around, finally guiding my body over his as he lay back on the couch. He positioned me on top of him so that my head was again at his crotch and my legs straddled his face. I balanced on my hands, again working his cock with my mouth as he grabbed my nipples again.

He gripped them tightly, ensuring that my head movement was to his liking as he began to explore my pussy with his mouth.  His tongue greeted my wet lips and lapped at my juices furiously causing my hips to follow with gyrating movements.

The grip on my nipples tightened to beyond agony every time I moved my hips or stopped sucking on his cock. The licking and sucking at my pussy was reaching fever pitch, his face grinding between my legs, hard against my clit while I sucked his cock to his pleasure. The orgasm returned, as my breathing increased and the sensations rose, he would respond and the nipple crush would increase, coinciding with a cessation of the sucking and again denial of orgasm.

This agony seemed to go on forever, sucking his cock, reaching my high peaks only to be crushed into agony and start again. His cock however was growing, and his grunting between my legs was getting louder. Faster and faster he pumped into my mouth, harder and harder grinding between my legs with his face until finally he exploded his juices into me, pulling my face onto his spike so that none of the creamy potion escaped.

 

He released my nipples and pushed my legs aside. The engorged clit and need to orgasm made regaining my kneeling position difficult, but I managed to slink back to my Master and kneel obediently at his feet.

He patted my head as the guests dressed themselves and bid farewell.

 

After he had seen them off, Master took my arm and led me to the bedroom.

‘We will shower before bed. Do your duty my Sub.’

‘Yes Master.’

I made my way into the bathroom and prepared the shower for him. We showered together, Master gently washing my body, taking care of my holes as I sucked on his cock until it released into my throat. I then washed him, toweled him dry and made my way to the bed.

 

Master restrained my arms tightly to the top of the bed and my left leg to the foot of the bed. I was stretched out tightly, but my right leg remained loosely restrained, telling me that Master was going to use me. He gagged me and placed the sleep mask over my eyes, my usual sleeping position before entering the bed behind me.

He lay close to me and kissed my shoulder. His hands explored my body, I lay still as he touched my nipples, teasing and stimulating them before moving to my pussy. His fingers were gentle, exploring me, moistening my lips and allowing his fingers to move deep inside me. He pushed in hard, grinding his hand against my bones as my arms and legs stretched out, his fingers exploring my inner most depths. His cock was hard, pressing against my back and as he moved into position, he pulled my right leg back towards him, stretching me so that I was half laying on top of him, my back to his stomach. His fingers pushed in again and again, before he guided his cock into my sore arse and as I groaned loudly, he began to fuck me hard.

His thrusts were hard and deep, animalistic as he fucked my arse and pushed his fingers into my pussy. My clit swelled against his thumb and after a short time grinding against it I came hard, moaning loudly as he pressed my clit down and drove his fingers deep inside my pussy, all the while fucking my arse with his cock. The waves seemed to go on forever, Master was moaning loudly too, then with an almighty thrust he came, shooting his cum deep into my bowels, releasing all the pent up energy that we both had in one movement.

 

The morning warmth on my body woke me, still wrapped in Masters arms, glued together by our cum that had leaked over our bodies after out furious fucking.

 

I lay there, contented; I loved him, needed him and wouldn’t trade this life for anything else.