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Slave to the Mighty Dollar (Kitty X QB)

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Kyubey

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Monica Foster
Karel Delamarcis

Karel's mood changed often. Today he was in a...oriental mood of sorts. Hence, he opted for his new slave-toy to be dressed in a marvellous cheongsam that showed off her curves in a way no other dress could, arm gloves and thigh-high stockings truly painting a tart image as his prisoner came to his view, arms handcuffed and a red ball stuffed right at her mouth, ball-gagged to his preferences. She struggled briefly as she was pushed into the lounge room, thrown face first onto the carpet as they took their leave.

"Good evening, milady." he said, softly kneeling down to her level. He stroked her hair so farily, hands immediately opting to grasp her left breast, squeezing very passionately, stroking her nub. "Mhmm...supple and pert. Just right!" The slave, Monica, had defaulted on her high-risk mortgage. The only way she could pay off a good three-quarters of her debt? Her body. So much lust he had for her that he paid a price that was enough to make her gasp just to own her entirely.

"Tell me, slave, how was the drive here?
 
Monica did not want to be here- at all. She thought that she was just coming in to work for her mortgage broker as a whore in his 'side buisseness', however when she arrived there, she was told to dress in a very oriental-garb. After she had dressed in the clothing that they had demanded, she was quickly grabbed, her arms forced behind her back and cuffed, and a large ball gag stuffed in her mouth. She was brought to an unknown place. On the way to said place, they explained to her that this would be permanent.

Her anger washed over her as she was brought out of the van and brought into a very large building. She was 'escorted' to a lounge looking room, fighting the men the whole time. She was then thrown onto the ground in front of a very wealthy looking man. As she looked up, she felt an instant pressure on her left breast, it was so sudden that she couldn't help but let a small moan slip.

"Mmhmm..." She cut herself, looking up angrily at the man at his comment. She was angered even more at the question.

"Mheet meeh ouuuht~!" {Let me out} She tried to say, but it just came out miserably int eh form of a few, barely comprehend able groans.

(That OK?)
 
"Don't be so quick to think you're free from debt. You said you wanted to pay some other way, right? Racking up a default on a mortgage of $30,000 not even your job as a secretary could earn that back up!" With the market crash she had lost her job, foreclosing on her mortgage with a sizable debt. Unable to fork over $30,000 she had no choice but to 'work her debt out' in a way that was left to a girl with such a gorgeous body: prostitution. But what she didn't know was that the 'term' of her service was approximately 40 years. In short, for the rest of her natural life, until when she was atleast 68.

Forcing her to her feet, he turned her to face him, eying that extremely hateful glare. "You look gorgeous when you're mad." he said, undoing one of the straps at the left, dangerously close to showing her breasts. She wore no bra and a soft black lingerie silk panties, her full breasts so well kept within the dress. "You'll be my property for a long time, so just try to get used to it, okay?" he asked, softly pulling her left breast out, kissing and suckling her nipples before he pushed her aside.

"Bend over on that table." he said, pointing to it as he took a paddle, among the other sex toys he left there. "I command you."
 
Nothing in her life had even come close to the anger she was feeling toward the man right then. She had known that her mortgage had been large, but at no point did she think that something like this would happen because she was fired. All of her records had been changed, saying that she had permenatly moved to Europe, just to make sure no one followed her trail.

The man's power forced her up, her look at him still a deathly glare that would chill the bones of any normal person. "Uhuck eww" she muttered from under the gag as he pulled her breast out and played with it for a moment. She was about to try and yell something at him, when there was a push at her arm enough to send her to the floor, her face curled with a small ammount of pain. As she opened her eyes again, she saw him pointing at a table and gave her a command. With some effort she got up and proceeded to do so, slightly scared of what he would do if she didn't.
 
Front pressing against the table, he then lifted up the skirt portion, revealling sexy, black silk thong. Of course, the darker shade at her pussy lips did not escape his attention, stroking gratuitously. Before that, he then spanked her buttcheeks. "Squeal for me! Squeal!" he said, slapping her butt cheeks, the thong she wore giving him an eyeful as he spanked her cheeks a good rosy red.

Afterwards, he then forced her to the floor, tying her arms up further, so that her arms pressed each other so very closely. Tying up her wrists, he then removed the handcuffs as she was put to a hogtie, her legs pulled up towards her wrists, joined together. Walking a few steps out, he then looked down at his hogtied victim. "Come on! Come to daddy! Come on!"
 
She felt the cloth on her ass slowly lift up, and she revived a light stroking to her womanhood. As she was turning her head to see what was happening, she felt a painful blow to one of her cheeks, causing her to let out a light sound indicating her pain.
"Mmf!" She then felt another "Mmf~!" And another, and another, with each one becoming progressively more painful due to the soreness. There were a few tears in her eye when he finished, and when she was going to try and say something again. Unfortunately, though, she could not complete the motion as a powerful force quickly threw her down, and before she could react, due to shock, her arms were bound tight together, quite painfully. She felt the cold metal of the handcuffs slide off of her as she made slight noises out of pain. The cold metal's pain was soon replaced by ropes that pulled her feet up to her arms, forcing her into a painful hogtie, which made it hard to move, and pressed her breasts against the ground, while her pussy was placed in fully view.
She heard his voice, she looked up angrily, seeing him beacon to her. Being in this vulnerable position, she decided to comply and tried to make her way to him, quite painfully. She could only more a little bit at a time, and with great difficulty, but sliding herself across the floor. When she finally got to him, she looked up with a scornful shine in her eye.
 
Watching her writhe, squirm and struggle closer made him cheer her on just to humiliate her. "Come on! Get going! Come on, Come on! That's right!" he teased, making it seem as if she was some kind of pet. Which, in his eyes, she was: a simple toy for him to use as he saw fit. Panting with her chest rising, he untied her ankles and forced her up, grasping her breasts and pinching the rough area where her nipples were.

Grasping her chin, he held out his hand at a thin line of drool from the center of her mouth. "Look at this drool. You look like some kind of a retard." he joked, smearing it all over her cheeks and pinching her lips, forcing the flow to spill out softly. Now, she would start drooling bit by bit, with nothing to stop it.

Pushing and pulling her, he softly led her to his couch, where he rested with her above him sitting, his fingers wandering and fondling her private bits, poking at her pussy, spreading out her clit and massaging each lip before the other hand softly poked, massaged and groped her supple and exposed left breasts. "My...these are natural aren't they?" he asked demeaningly, truly abusing and debasing her value as a human!
 
She hated this feeling, it was gnawing away at her. He was treating her like an animal, an incest even, just squirming along on the ground for his amusement. When she finally reached him, she was not even allowed a moment of rest. His heavy hand quickly lifted her up with him, where she recived a strong groping in her breasts and the area on the outside of her dress where her nipples were under.
"Oooukh!" She mumbled, before he began playing with her face and messing with her saliva. He used his fingers to rub her own saliva all over her face. The wetness only made her face turn red and make her go silent. Her drool kept steadily dripping down her, only to further her sense of shame and sadness.

Before she knew it, she was lead to the couch. She was forced into a position on top of the man that she found quite uncomfortable. As he was touching and feeling all over her. She started struggling a bit out of enbaressment. "Meeeeht meeah gao~!" She forced out of her mouth, a thin line of drool slowly dripping down her face. His comment only help to solidify that she was only a toy for him.
 
Fingers continued to greedily stroke, poke and thrust, slowly bringing her to orgasm as his fondling continued. Just how long could she hold out before her body would take it to auto-pilot and have her orgasm entirely? Her mind wills, but the body rebels! And judging from her reactions, her body was just craving more, to feel his fingers continue to stroke until she reaches orgasm and release. "You say you don't want this, but my you sure are quite hot struggling like this!" he remarked, softly stroking and pinching her left nipple.

Over time, her arousal began to build up, an even he was surely anticipating as her struggles became more intensive and her breathing shallower. "Yes..yes...keep struggling!" he stated, noticing her pussy sliding in the direction of his hand, almost as if...she intended for him to continue. Slowly bringing her to the natural high, her head cocked back he pinched her nipple, just the drive needed for her to completely orgasm
 
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