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More than she had ever expected (Lily X QB)
- Thread starter Kyubey
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RE: More than she had ever expected (Lady X QB)
Rachel couldn't believe what her parents had done to her. She was hurt, confused, and angry. She still didn't understand the why. Her parents had not only sold her, but they hadn't told her until the slavers had knocked on her door and dragged her out of her England home. She had kicked and screamed, cursing her parents and telling them she'd never forgive them. Now, sitting in the van with her hands cuffed and a bag over her head, she was able to silently cry. Her morale was injured, like a neglected animal. Tears streaked down her pale cheeks, her red hair clinging to her sweaty neck.
When she was finally pulled out of the van, she began to kick and scream, struggling against her captor. She stumbled after him, smiling in satisfaction when she managed to land a few blows on him, receiving grunts in return. She growled and thrashed about, fighting against him. She had no idea where she was. It'd been several hours since she'd been taken. She could've been anywhere by now. She didn't doubt that she could be in another country now, via the English channel.
The bag over her head was momentarily removed, and she screamed loudly once again. A ball gag was quickly stuffed into the seventeen-year-old's mouth, and her cries were quickly depleted to drooling whimpers.
"Uhhh~ Leeeh ehh guh!" She struggled and wailed, feeling the bag go back over her head. She was pushed down onto what she hoped was a couch. It was soft enough. She whimpered and scooted away quickly, not sure where he'd gone. Her eyes stared at the darkness of her bag. She pressed her cheek to the back of the couch and began rubbing her face on the couch, trying to remove the bag so she could see. She was terrified of what would happen now, and she didn't really want to know, but she had to see in order to get out.
Rachel couldn't believe what her parents had done to her. She was hurt, confused, and angry. She still didn't understand the why. Her parents had not only sold her, but they hadn't told her until the slavers had knocked on her door and dragged her out of her England home. She had kicked and screamed, cursing her parents and telling them she'd never forgive them. Now, sitting in the van with her hands cuffed and a bag over her head, she was able to silently cry. Her morale was injured, like a neglected animal. Tears streaked down her pale cheeks, her red hair clinging to her sweaty neck.
When she was finally pulled out of the van, she began to kick and scream, struggling against her captor. She stumbled after him, smiling in satisfaction when she managed to land a few blows on him, receiving grunts in return. She growled and thrashed about, fighting against him. She had no idea where she was. It'd been several hours since she'd been taken. She could've been anywhere by now. She didn't doubt that she could be in another country now, via the English channel.
The bag over her head was momentarily removed, and she screamed loudly once again. A ball gag was quickly stuffed into the seventeen-year-old's mouth, and her cries were quickly depleted to drooling whimpers.
"Uhhh~ Leeeh ehh guh!" She struggled and wailed, feeling the bag go back over her head. She was pushed down onto what she hoped was a couch. It was soft enough. She whimpered and scooted away quickly, not sure where he'd gone. Her eyes stared at the darkness of her bag. She pressed her cheek to the back of the couch and began rubbing her face on the couch, trying to remove the bag so she could see. She was terrified of what would happen now, and she didn't really want to know, but she had to see in order to get out.
Thrown to a couch, the guards simply left their little product on the couch, going off to get a smoke. Unattended, a bondage rigger walked inside, sighting the girl just as she removed the bag from her head. "My, you look utterly gorgeous." said the man, holding a coil of rope. "You'll be heading to the Atlantic, so I'll dress you up real nice now!" he said. No matter how hard she struggled, he managed to get a hold of her, even after he uncuffed her hands. Hands bound to a very stringent box tie, ropes above and below her breasts were made, cinching them as she was now unable to pull the box tie from her back. Winding some rope around her waist, he pulled the rope between her legs and past her buttocks, tied taut as the crotchrope brushed against her panties, her most sensitive lips pressed and split slightly, rubbing her labia.
A round of rope tied her knees together, just after the man lost his grip and was nearly kicked by her "Sheesh, calm down lady!" he said, smiling as he gave her a good fondle all throughout, softly noting the drool that dripped from the center of her ball-gagged mouth. He let her waddle off a bit as he grasped a few vibrators and a collar. "Slow down, partner!" he said, smiling as, despite her resistance, he plunged two vibrators deep into her pussy, the wires going past her skirt and onto her waist, where he lodged the vibrator remotes. Despite her pleas he turned them on a very low and frustrating speed, just enough to put her to arousal. "How are you feeling?"
Whenever she moved her hips, her pussy would rub against the crotchrope. With her knees bound it was impossible to kick him, the ropes so tight, the breast harness truly accentuating her breasts and the crotchrope arousing her, as well as the vibrators. There truly was no escape from the bondage and arousal in her current state. The rigger softly fondled her breasts, kissing her neck softly. "You are so gorgeous when you're tied up..." he said, smiling as he continued to push her closer and closer to orgasm...before she was pushed softly, outside of the room and forced to march.
A round of rope tied her knees together, just after the man lost his grip and was nearly kicked by her "Sheesh, calm down lady!" he said, smiling as he gave her a good fondle all throughout, softly noting the drool that dripped from the center of her ball-gagged mouth. He let her waddle off a bit as he grasped a few vibrators and a collar. "Slow down, partner!" he said, smiling as, despite her resistance, he plunged two vibrators deep into her pussy, the wires going past her skirt and onto her waist, where he lodged the vibrator remotes. Despite her pleas he turned them on a very low and frustrating speed, just enough to put her to arousal. "How are you feeling?"
Whenever she moved her hips, her pussy would rub against the crotchrope. With her knees bound it was impossible to kick him, the ropes so tight, the breast harness truly accentuating her breasts and the crotchrope arousing her, as well as the vibrators. There truly was no escape from the bondage and arousal in her current state. The rigger softly fondled her breasts, kissing her neck softly. "You are so gorgeous when you're tied up..." he said, smiling as he continued to push her closer and closer to orgasm...before she was pushed softly, outside of the room and forced to march.
When her bag was suddenly removed, she found herself staring at a man holding a coil of rope, one of the last things she wanted to see. The girl's eyes widened. Across the Atlantic? That was such a long ways! She struggled and kicked against the man as he tied her up, binding her in such an uncomfortable position. Rope dug into her flesh, making her whimper and struggle.
"Nuuhhh~ Nuhh~!" she protested, drool dripping down her chin. She blushed in embarrassment, hating how this made her feel. She yelped as the crotch rope pressed against her panties, slightly digging into her lips. She shut her eyes and whimpered pathetically, still trying to escape. When he lost grip, she was quickly trying to get up.
He followed after her, and he quickly had her. She was soon fighting and screeching, her body twisting as he held onto her. He stuffed two vibrators into her pussy, attaching the vibrator remotes to her waist. When he turned them on, she gave a low moan of protest, hating it. If he was going to have the vibrators on, he might as well put them on something decent. Her panties and crotch rope were soon soaking up her juices, and she whimpered and shivered with desire. Her innocent body was already being perverted.
She stared at the collar fearfully. She didn't want such a horrid thing on her neck. She didn't want to be claimed as some stranger's, probably some fat man's. She heard him ask how she felt, and she shook her head and wailed, trying to stumble away from him.
"Nuuhhh~ Nuhh~!" she protested, drool dripping down her chin. She blushed in embarrassment, hating how this made her feel. She yelped as the crotch rope pressed against her panties, slightly digging into her lips. She shut her eyes and whimpered pathetically, still trying to escape. When he lost grip, she was quickly trying to get up.
He followed after her, and he quickly had her. She was soon fighting and screeching, her body twisting as he held onto her. He stuffed two vibrators into her pussy, attaching the vibrator remotes to her waist. When he turned them on, she gave a low moan of protest, hating it. If he was going to have the vibrators on, he might as well put them on something decent. Her panties and crotch rope were soon soaking up her juices, and she whimpered and shivered with desire. Her innocent body was already being perverted.
She stared at the collar fearfully. She didn't want such a horrid thing on her neck. She didn't want to be claimed as some stranger's, probably some fat man's. She heard him ask how she felt, and she shook her head and wailed, trying to stumble away from him.
The Rigger nodded and then she was forced to hobble along, they led her along like an owner handling their dog, forcing her beyond the preparation area and into the 'loading zone'. A few other girls looked bleakly at her, compliant as ever as they huddled in small boxes with little food and water, loaded atop a truck. However, her case was a little different. That was because they took a few sex toys, a ball gag and some rope as well. Before she had any chance to struggle, hands grasped her body. The Rigger left, leaving her all to a few guards.
"I think you need to be more quiet, Lass." said one, pinching her lips to make her drool. Afterwards, she was turned over as her hands were bound in a box tie behind her back, her legs bound together and bent at the knee as she was hogtied. After smearing some lubricant onto a dildo they crammed the pink plastic object onto her sacred duct, the tip touching her hymen precariously. Even though stuffed, they still fitted in two more bullets, taping her vagina horizontally to prevent everything from popping out from sustained lower body area pressure. To ridicule her further, they added another strap to make it look like an 'x' covered up her shame. After a good laugh, they pulled up her panties.
Wrapping a small strap around her left thigh, they snuck up the remotes there and from the ones before setting the vibrators at moderate speed as the dildo and two buds vibrated within her flesh, leaving her with enough arousal to drive her into countless orgasms before her arrival. Afterwards, just after he first orgasm, the two guards lowered her coffin's cover, throwing in a loaf of bread just to mock her. The coffin was laid onto the truck and she was soon shipped off, enduring countless orgasms as she sailed from her home waters into the North American continent...
"I think you need to be more quiet, Lass." said one, pinching her lips to make her drool. Afterwards, she was turned over as her hands were bound in a box tie behind her back, her legs bound together and bent at the knee as she was hogtied. After smearing some lubricant onto a dildo they crammed the pink plastic object onto her sacred duct, the tip touching her hymen precariously. Even though stuffed, they still fitted in two more bullets, taping her vagina horizontally to prevent everything from popping out from sustained lower body area pressure. To ridicule her further, they added another strap to make it look like an 'x' covered up her shame. After a good laugh, they pulled up her panties.
Wrapping a small strap around her left thigh, they snuck up the remotes there and from the ones before setting the vibrators at moderate speed as the dildo and two buds vibrated within her flesh, leaving her with enough arousal to drive her into countless orgasms before her arrival. Afterwards, just after he first orgasm, the two guards lowered her coffin's cover, throwing in a loaf of bread just to mock her. The coffin was laid onto the truck and she was soon shipped off, enduring countless orgasms as she sailed from her home waters into the North American continent...
Rachel stumbled along, whimpering and whining into her gag. She shook her head, freezing when she saw the other girls inside their boxes. She tried to get away, but guards quickly had her, grasping her body and forcing her forward. She struggled and fought as they degraded her and tied her. She felt one of them grab her lips, and her saliva dripped down her chin. She whined and fought as the poor girl was tied up into a hogtie. Her crotch rope pressed against her body, and as they stuffed a dildo into her virgin slit, she wailed in protest. She felt them shove in two more, and the girl trembled, terrified of moving. She was convinced that if she moved too much, she'd force the dildos in further and take her own virginity. That wasn't something she needed.
She felt the vibrators turn on, and she groaned in distress, feeling the three devices tremble within her snatch. She let tears fall down her cheeks, and as they picked her up and put her in the coffin, she looked up at them with wide, terrified eyes. She could already feel her body nearing orgasm, and she soon came, crying out in distress. She watched as they threw in a loaf of bread beside her before shutting her in. She whimpered and shut her eyes for the long trip across the waters.
Throughout the trip, she came over and over. She'd only had a couple of orgasms in her past, and these were unlike those. She was groaning and whining the entire trip. It felt like decades before she felt her box being unloaded from the transportation. She squirmed a little, her snatch almost numb from so many orgasms. She could feel her juices running down her legs. She hoped whoever her master was, that he wouldn't be cruel to her, though it seemed that she couldn't hope for that. She felt exhausted, teetering on the edge of consciousness. As her coffin was moved, she whimpered.
"Nnggh~ Lehh ehhh owthh." {Let me out.} She shut her eyes, wishing she could go to sleep. She had shifted and managed to catch one of the dials on the side of the coffin, able to turn it off, but two were still rattling inside of her.
She felt the vibrators turn on, and she groaned in distress, feeling the three devices tremble within her snatch. She let tears fall down her cheeks, and as they picked her up and put her in the coffin, she looked up at them with wide, terrified eyes. She could already feel her body nearing orgasm, and she soon came, crying out in distress. She watched as they threw in a loaf of bread beside her before shutting her in. She whimpered and shut her eyes for the long trip across the waters.
Throughout the trip, she came over and over. She'd only had a couple of orgasms in her past, and these were unlike those. She was groaning and whining the entire trip. It felt like decades before she felt her box being unloaded from the transportation. She squirmed a little, her snatch almost numb from so many orgasms. She could feel her juices running down her legs. She hoped whoever her master was, that he wouldn't be cruel to her, though it seemed that she couldn't hope for that. She felt exhausted, teetering on the edge of consciousness. As her coffin was moved, she whimpered.
"Nnggh~ Lehh ehhh owthh." {Let me out.} She shut her eyes, wishing she could go to sleep. She had shifted and managed to catch one of the dials on the side of the coffin, able to turn it off, but two were still rattling inside of her.
A few kicks were delivered onto the box to rouse whomever was inside to wakefulness. While others came into the underground market by boat, the more luxurious ones came in Box class. Kicking it once more, only after the groaning could be heard did they open the lid. Grasping the girl by her arm, she was forced up and was ungagged. Almost a day without water in the box...she was effectively forced into a trough with water, forced to sip water like cattle much like the other slaves. Even with defiance water was still vital to quench that thirst. Afterwards, the guards grasped her by her hair, soaking her face into the water long enough to cause her to panic from lack of air. Afterwards, she was drawn out., breathing like a fish thrown out of water.
"Welcome to the Big Apple, bitch." said the burly man, his gaze boring into her soul. "We Americans here don't take kindly to defiance, so it'd be best if you stay calm until we get through customs." he said, smiling as he slapped her harshly. Compared to the small marketplace she found herself in just mere hours ago, this man did not hesitate to treat her like garbage. She was hustled along forcefully into the showers, one guard stripping fully naked as they cuffed her hands and her legs to an X with her arms and her legs stretched out a little bit. She actually hung from the wall, lifted up her feet were a few inches from the ground.
There, they took some rather mean-looking scrubs almost like steel wool only with more rougher non-metal fibers, throwing soap at her. One even suggestively put the soap between his crotch area and splattered some soap onto her body in the same way a male would ejaculate, earning some laughter from her. Ice cold water falling onto her, a guard combed her hair after the application of shampoo, a few men even fondled her, the other even rubbing his penis onto her entrance. The prospect of rape on a virgin must be very terrifying. A bit of shaving cream went to shave her crotch clean, afterwards she was unchained and led off.
Forced to move despite the shivering from the cold shower, she was thrown into a room with yet another coffin-like box. On the walls hung gags, bondage equipment, even sex toys of every kind. "Here's the deal: you get dressed with the toys we hand you and we won't have to abuse and beat you afterwards." declared the man. The guards read from a list, taking down a ball-gag, a pair of handcuffs and a bud vibrator to boot. Another guard also brought down a pair of sexy-looking pink lingerie atop a school uniform composed of a skirt and a cardigan and a cute ribbon to top. All the same uniform. Whoever 'ordered' her knew much about her indeed.
"You must be getting tired of stewing in your own sweat, drool and cum in there. Put those in and we'll make your life easier." said the guard, holding a whip in hand just in case. "Otherwise, we'll run our members through deepthroat alley..." joked one, rousing laughter from the rest, holding whips and canes, licking their lips in anticipation of the treat to come.
"Welcome to the Big Apple, bitch." said the burly man, his gaze boring into her soul. "We Americans here don't take kindly to defiance, so it'd be best if you stay calm until we get through customs." he said, smiling as he slapped her harshly. Compared to the small marketplace she found herself in just mere hours ago, this man did not hesitate to treat her like garbage. She was hustled along forcefully into the showers, one guard stripping fully naked as they cuffed her hands and her legs to an X with her arms and her legs stretched out a little bit. She actually hung from the wall, lifted up her feet were a few inches from the ground.
There, they took some rather mean-looking scrubs almost like steel wool only with more rougher non-metal fibers, throwing soap at her. One even suggestively put the soap between his crotch area and splattered some soap onto her body in the same way a male would ejaculate, earning some laughter from her. Ice cold water falling onto her, a guard combed her hair after the application of shampoo, a few men even fondled her, the other even rubbing his penis onto her entrance. The prospect of rape on a virgin must be very terrifying. A bit of shaving cream went to shave her crotch clean, afterwards she was unchained and led off.
Forced to move despite the shivering from the cold shower, she was thrown into a room with yet another coffin-like box. On the walls hung gags, bondage equipment, even sex toys of every kind. "Here's the deal: you get dressed with the toys we hand you and we won't have to abuse and beat you afterwards." declared the man. The guards read from a list, taking down a ball-gag, a pair of handcuffs and a bud vibrator to boot. Another guard also brought down a pair of sexy-looking pink lingerie atop a school uniform composed of a skirt and a cardigan and a cute ribbon to top. All the same uniform. Whoever 'ordered' her knew much about her indeed.
"You must be getting tired of stewing in your own sweat, drool and cum in there. Put those in and we'll make your life easier." said the guard, holding a whip in hand just in case. "Otherwise, we'll run our members through deepthroat alley..." joked one, rousing laughter from the rest, holding whips and canes, licking their lips in anticipation of the treat to come.
Rachel groaned loudly when someone kicked her coffin. She blinked and squinted when the lid was pried open. Before she could do anything, she was dragged out by her arm. The gag was pulled out of her mouth, and her head was pushed down to drink from the water in the trough. She struggled and protested at first before she decided it would be better to drink than to kill herself by dehydration. She whimpered and gulped down some water, gagging and whimpering. Suddenly, her face was plunged into the water. She struggled and whimpered, trying to escape, but it only used up her air faster. She was sure they wouldn't kill her so quickly, so she trusted they would let her up. Indeed, the man did, and she gasped for air, her mouth gulping in precious oxygen.
When he spoke to her, she opened her eyes and looked over at him, yelping when he suddenly slapped her. She whimpered, looking at him fearfully. She was dragged along to the showers, and she whimpered as a guard stripped to get in with her. She struggled as she was chained into the shower. She could only think of what had happened to her. What would her parents say to tell her school and friends what had happened to her? An unfortunate accident? A kidnapping? Either way, her parents would have to put on a show. She'd probably make national television. 'The Newest Slave Trade.'
As they began to scrub her, she whimpered and squirmed, hating the feel of the scrub and soap on her. They mocked and teased her as if she were just garbage. When they fondled her and a penis touched her virgin entrance, the girl screamed loudly. She didn't want to be raped, especially not here. She figured they weren't allowed to rape her if she was a virgin. Had to keep the good merchandise mostly unharmed.
She shivered and stumbled out of the shower room, into another room that terrified her just as much. She stumbled back toward the door, looking at the various BDSM supplies hanging on the walls. She couldn't stand it. Her eyes were wide as she took it all in. She didn't want to get dressed in whatever they gave her. But she didn't have a choice. She didn't want to go in the coffin. The whip in the man's hand scared her. The girl took the clothes and supplies, getting dressed in all except the vibrator. That she laid in her panties as if she were putting it actually in. She put on the uniform, frowning quietly. A schoolgirl uniform for the schoolgirl.
She looked around at the other men. She hoped they didn't notice that she hadn't actually put the vibrator in. She didn't want to get beaten with all those whips and canes they held. Her eyes were wide, her hands behind her bag, her mouth muffled with a ball gag. She looked like quite the treat.
When he spoke to her, she opened her eyes and looked over at him, yelping when he suddenly slapped her. She whimpered, looking at him fearfully. She was dragged along to the showers, and she whimpered as a guard stripped to get in with her. She struggled as she was chained into the shower. She could only think of what had happened to her. What would her parents say to tell her school and friends what had happened to her? An unfortunate accident? A kidnapping? Either way, her parents would have to put on a show. She'd probably make national television. 'The Newest Slave Trade.'
As they began to scrub her, she whimpered and squirmed, hating the feel of the scrub and soap on her. They mocked and teased her as if she were just garbage. When they fondled her and a penis touched her virgin entrance, the girl screamed loudly. She didn't want to be raped, especially not here. She figured they weren't allowed to rape her if she was a virgin. Had to keep the good merchandise mostly unharmed.
She shivered and stumbled out of the shower room, into another room that terrified her just as much. She stumbled back toward the door, looking at the various BDSM supplies hanging on the walls. She couldn't stand it. Her eyes were wide as she took it all in. She didn't want to get dressed in whatever they gave her. But she didn't have a choice. She didn't want to go in the coffin. The whip in the man's hand scared her. The girl took the clothes and supplies, getting dressed in all except the vibrator. That she laid in her panties as if she were putting it actually in. She put on the uniform, frowning quietly. A schoolgirl uniform for the schoolgirl.
She looked around at the other men. She hoped they didn't notice that she hadn't actually put the vibrator in. She didn't want to get beaten with all those whips and canes they held. Her eyes were wide, her hands behind her bag, her mouth muffled with a ball gag. She looked like quite the treat.
The guards laughed at her feeble form, seeing her weakness they could not help but further inflate their egos. Foreign girls were always a treat to enjoy, the suspense of them yelling or resisting, voicing their opinions in a language they did not understand all a part of the thrill that they felt whenever groping or binding someone of a different nationality. Obviously, with her rather stereotypical high British accent, even while gagged she was a sensation.
"Alright hun, Here's the deal: The person who ordered your hot ass is just nearby." said one, grasping her steady was she was forced to lean against the upright coffin. "So get your ass in there, or we'll put my cock in yours." The man stepped back, only to sudden strike her at her stomach, landing his fist onto her belly then pressing on her breasts with the other hand to prevent her from doubling over. His hands began to wriggle within his grasp, forcibly fondling her as he pushed the bud inside.
A few times the coffin fell here and there, banging against the floor of whatever she was on. However, the revving of an engine told her that she was onto some kind of motorized vehicle. The vibrators, added with the occasional bump from the highway, kept the troupe entertained with her moans. Her pussy had been sensitive on the way there, against her pussy was yet another vibrating invader that would force her off more times than she would be comfortable with.
"Alright hun, Here's the deal: The person who ordered your hot ass is just nearby." said one, grasping her steady was she was forced to lean against the upright coffin. "So get your ass in there, or we'll put my cock in yours." The man stepped back, only to sudden strike her at her stomach, landing his fist onto her belly then pressing on her breasts with the other hand to prevent her from doubling over. His hands began to wriggle within his grasp, forcibly fondling her as he pushed the bud inside.
A few times the coffin fell here and there, banging against the floor of whatever she was on. However, the revving of an engine told her that she was onto some kind of motorized vehicle. The vibrators, added with the occasional bump from the highway, kept the troupe entertained with her moans. Her pussy had been sensitive on the way there, against her pussy was yet another vibrating invader that would force her off more times than she would be comfortable with.
Rachel tensed as they laughed at her. She didn't like their mocking stares, the way they looked at her like she was something to be used and abused, like she was just a piece of merchandise. The girl didn't like that they treated her like dirt. She whimpered as the man came close and grasped her, leaning her against the coffin.
When his fist swung into her stomach, she tried to double over in pain, but his hand held her still. She whimpered as he held onto her, and she soon felt the bud pushed inside of her, still not taking her virginity. The girl whimpered, looking up at the men, and laid in the coffin obediently. Who knew what kind of horrible things these men held in their bodies? STDs and the like were among her list of things to look out for in them.
Whenever her coffin fell, she yelped in surprise, her sharp cries sounding from within the coffin. She felt the rumbling and revving of the engine, and the girl shut her eyes fearfully as they drove along. She whined and moaned as the little intruder buzzed inside her tight snatch. Her juices were once again flowing down her leg. Her panties were already soaked through. The girl couldn't escape her cuffs. Otherwise, she would've gotten out of the cursed bud already. She groaned and squirmed within her coffin, cumming multiple times during the trip. Her sensitive pussy trembled and twitched involuntarily. Being made to cum so many times made her feel like she wasn't even in control of her own body. She whimpered and squirmed within her coffin, her groans coming out of her prison.
"Uhhmuuuhhn elfff eh~" {Someone help me} "Nghh~" She whimpered and moaned throughout her trip, just waiting to get to her new home, where her parents had sold her to.
When his fist swung into her stomach, she tried to double over in pain, but his hand held her still. She whimpered as he held onto her, and she soon felt the bud pushed inside of her, still not taking her virginity. The girl whimpered, looking up at the men, and laid in the coffin obediently. Who knew what kind of horrible things these men held in their bodies? STDs and the like were among her list of things to look out for in them.
Whenever her coffin fell, she yelped in surprise, her sharp cries sounding from within the coffin. She felt the rumbling and revving of the engine, and the girl shut her eyes fearfully as they drove along. She whined and moaned as the little intruder buzzed inside her tight snatch. Her juices were once again flowing down her leg. Her panties were already soaked through. The girl couldn't escape her cuffs. Otherwise, she would've gotten out of the cursed bud already. She groaned and squirmed within her coffin, cumming multiple times during the trip. Her sensitive pussy trembled and twitched involuntarily. Being made to cum so many times made her feel like she wasn't even in control of her own body. She whimpered and squirmed within her coffin, her groans coming out of her prison.
"Uhhmuuuhhn elfff eh~" {Someone help me} "Nghh~" She whimpered and moaned throughout her trip, just waiting to get to her new home, where her parents had sold her to.
When they reached their location, the coffin was removed, put inside the van and removed. Out came the exhausted Prisoner, laughing at her already half-open, glassed eyes. Her body screamed out submission, yet what little dignity she had left may spark another streak of defiance within her.
"Listen up, slut, you've got to walk there." he said, pinning a small letter upon her chest area, letting the paper cover the perky bump on her blouse, "The client ordered for you to get a good jog. Just keep walking north, whore. And don't think about escaping. Rapists here enjoy soft foreign pussy." warned one, smiling as she was brought out of the van, into the streets. At a place where exhibitionism was commonplace, they paid no mind to the gagged woman.
A cape was placed around her back to make sure it wasn't too obvious, the guards kissing her cheek, pointing northwards and leaving. Within the distance, a rather grand estate off by the end of the street was seen, in a row of rather modest houses. Eyes glanced over her form occasionally, from here or there. The gates were actually opened, which was rather odd, as if...expecting her.
"Listen up, slut, you've got to walk there." he said, pinning a small letter upon her chest area, letting the paper cover the perky bump on her blouse, "The client ordered for you to get a good jog. Just keep walking north, whore. And don't think about escaping. Rapists here enjoy soft foreign pussy." warned one, smiling as she was brought out of the van, into the streets. At a place where exhibitionism was commonplace, they paid no mind to the gagged woman.
A cape was placed around her back to make sure it wasn't too obvious, the guards kissing her cheek, pointing northwards and leaving. Within the distance, a rather grand estate off by the end of the street was seen, in a row of rather modest houses. Eyes glanced over her form occasionally, from here or there. The gates were actually opened, which was rather odd, as if...expecting her.
Rachel staggered out when they let her out of her coffin. She was glad to be free of that prison, but this was only the beginning of her imprisoned life. She blinked wearily, not wanting to go any further. She just wanted, needed, to sleep. She was jet lagged and exhausted, her body wishing to submit. She wanted to just obey and earn rest. Maybe she would do that with her new master. Feign obedience so that she could rest up, and then the next day she could fight to the death.
She listened as the guard told her that she had to walk. She gave a whine of protest. "'Aalk?" she asked, looking up at him as he pinned the letter to her chest. She didn't want to be taken out and let loose. She just wanted to sleep. What kind of master demanded that she be taken for a jog her first day, when she was so exhausted? Had he asked for all the other stuff, too? She hoped her entire life wouldn't be like that. She didn't know how much of that she could stand. Hopefully she'd get some relaxation in.
She waited as they placed the cape around her. She felt the guards kiss her, and she mostly ignored them. Her blue eyes looked to the north, and she saw a grand estate at the end of some simpler houses. She sighed and began walking, not wanting to be out here where prying eyes sized her up. She didn't doubt that rapists were around. She figured she looked a bit foreign, and she didn't want to be taken that way. She trudged up to the house, and when she finally got there, her feet were dragging. She huffed and dragged herself up to the front door and knocked on the door with her foot.
She listened as the guard told her that she had to walk. She gave a whine of protest. "'Aalk?" she asked, looking up at him as he pinned the letter to her chest. She didn't want to be taken out and let loose. She just wanted to sleep. What kind of master demanded that she be taken for a jog her first day, when she was so exhausted? Had he asked for all the other stuff, too? She hoped her entire life wouldn't be like that. She didn't know how much of that she could stand. Hopefully she'd get some relaxation in.
She waited as they placed the cape around her. She felt the guards kiss her, and she mostly ignored them. Her blue eyes looked to the north, and she saw a grand estate at the end of some simpler houses. She sighed and began walking, not wanting to be out here where prying eyes sized her up. She didn't doubt that rapists were around. She figured she looked a bit foreign, and she didn't want to be taken that way. She trudged up to the house, and when she finally got there, her feet were dragging. She huffed and dragged herself up to the front door and knocked on the door with her foot.
The door slowly opened before her, a male figure just standing upon the doorway. If there was anything to be noticed, it was his snow white hair and beaming smile. Joshua looked down on his slave, immediately knowing whom it was before him: white skirt, navy blue blouse, flaming red hair and cute pink bobbles she wore on her hair. "Good morning there, Madam, what would be your business here- Ah, I see..." he said, immediately reaching out to her chest as he took the envelope taped to her bust. Just when it seemed as if he was being courteous, a hand lingered and fondled her right breast, fingers squeezing softly.
"Ahh...it says here that you're a dirty, slutty and obviously horny young Briton who came all the way to this great country to be whore. Hm, is this right?" he asked, waving the envelope, gasping softly when a small condom fell from the envelope. "Oops, guess I should need this. So yep...are you really hungry for cock?" he asked, pulling up his pants suggestively despite being already on his body, as a way of taunting her. Her pussy so wet and slick with her pussy juices, her thighs exposed and already quivering.
"Ahh...it says here that you're a dirty, slutty and obviously horny young Briton who came all the way to this great country to be whore. Hm, is this right?" he asked, waving the envelope, gasping softly when a small condom fell from the envelope. "Oops, guess I should need this. So yep...are you really hungry for cock?" he asked, pulling up his pants suggestively despite being already on his body, as a way of taunting her. Her pussy so wet and slick with her pussy juices, her thighs exposed and already quivering.
Rachel looked up at rhe man with an exhausted face. She could tell by the expression that he knew exactly who she was. He was just teasing her. She watched as he reached for the letter, and the girl cringed a little. When he grabbed her soft mound, she cried out in protest, moving away from him. She began shaking her head, whining into her gag. "Nghh~ ehh thunt uhnnt tehhh vfe ere." {I don't want to be here.}
She listened as he spoke, and she quickly shook her head at the words, her hair flying. "At's nhut tuue!" {That's not true} She watched as the condom fell to the floor. She certainly hoped he had some of his own so she wouldn't end up pregnant. The girl squirmed, her legs quivering. She wanted to come in, but he was standing in the doorway, right in rhe way.
She listened as he spoke, and she quickly shook her head at the words, her hair flying. "At's nhut tuue!" {That's not true} She watched as the condom fell to the floor. She certainly hoped he had some of his own so she wouldn't end up pregnant. The girl squirmed, her legs quivering. She wanted to come in, but he was standing in the doorway, right in rhe way.
His eyes denoted a shameless being. He did not seem dismayed, in fact, he seemed so confident and rather cocky if anything. He seemed to be a little too arrogant, even though he was situated at a mansion that was no different from her former life. "What's that? You want more?" his look softened to that of concern, hands striding close to her vibrator remote but stopping shortly with a sneering look as he forced her up. "Come, come here! You look tired..." he whispered, actually forcing her to hobble along as he grasped the right short pigtail she had, forcing her to walk his way. Then, he pushed her onto his couch within a room that was as casual as any other: cupboards with rather beautiful trinkets in them, a TV and of course, pillows and a footrest.
"Let's see...that gag looks ugly on you..." he whispered, leaning behind her as he unbuckled her gag, hand 'accidentally' stroking her breast as he passed. With that, he leaned forward, smiling. "How was your trip to the great country of mine, huh? I trust it was very enlightening knowing of the freedoms you will enjoy, right?" Fat chance. He was merely screwing with her, he knew how unfair the world was. American Dream? Bah. Such crap. Sitting opposite from her with the coffee table separating them he awaited her answer, arms crossed and legs crossed as well, waiting with that arrogant smile on his face.
"Let's see...that gag looks ugly on you..." he whispered, leaning behind her as he unbuckled her gag, hand 'accidentally' stroking her breast as he passed. With that, he leaned forward, smiling. "How was your trip to the great country of mine, huh? I trust it was very enlightening knowing of the freedoms you will enjoy, right?" Fat chance. He was merely screwing with her, he knew how unfair the world was. American Dream? Bah. Such crap. Sitting opposite from her with the coffee table separating them he awaited her answer, arms crossed and legs crossed as well, waiting with that arrogant smile on his face.
Rachel watched him in irritation. He really ground her nerves, so arrogant and cocky, as if he were worth more than she was. He was the one who'd bought her, wasn't he? That made her worth quite a lot. If she ran away, he was out a companion and a purchase. She growled at him and shook her head when he asked if she wanted more. "Nghh!" she protested. She pulled away as his hand went to her vibrator remote. She shook her head and growled, not wanting him to do that with her. She looked up at him when he pulled her up and dragged her along by her ponytail. She wailed and struggled, stumbling and falling onto a couch. She looked up at him and growled, letting him take out her gag. She spat at him when he touched her breast.
She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "I'd rathah be back in England," she said, her accent apparent. She tensed and growled at him. "Send me back." She watched him, her gaze apparently quite stubborn. She wasn't about to let him do anything to her. He wasn't going to make her life any worse than it already was.
She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "I'd rathah be back in England," she said, her accent apparent. She tensed and growled at him. "Send me back." She watched him, her gaze apparently quite stubborn. She wasn't about to let him do anything to her. He wasn't going to make her life any worse than it already was.
When she spoke, he rudely interrupted just when she was done, placing his index finger onto her lips as to silence her, leaning over from the coffee table. "Shhh...hush. I didn't ask you to speak, didn't I slave?" he whispered softly, consolingly in a way that was utterly mocking, "Besides, it's good that a woman like you knows her freedoms. It's better if a slave is deluded into thinking that she would regain those rights one day. Hahahaha...hopeless." The chuckle was nothing more than salt to the wound. Slavery was prevalent yet covert at the same time. Who minded the kidnapping of Charolette Grahams, that young Anti-slavery activist? Who paid attention to the murder of a family of 4 for not surrendering their child? Not a single soul in this world. For as long as Slavery was profit, no one complained.
After contemplating for a moment, sitting back to his side, he smiled. "Well, I'm sure you're tired from doing favors for every guard you've met. It's great that they know how to give blowjobs properly." he joked, unaware of how lucky she was not to have been raped in captivity. Looking through an album, he threw it open before her. Laid before her eyes was the most depressingly detailed if not creepy photo album. There was a picture of her taken from the window eating alone...one where she was in a volleyball tournament...the other was when she was finished doing her stretches wearing her school swimsuit. Another was with her looking to the direction of the camera lounging under an oak tree's shade, reading a book. From her perspective it seemed as if she suspected the cameraman to be in the direction she watched, yet not at all. Of all this, he seemed a little proud actually, beaming a smile. "I lived in London for awhile too, attending as that exchange student in your class. I recall we had a chat once, remember?"
Everything about her generally was filled in: age, hobbies, phone number and even her home phone. The only thing missing was...her three measurements. When her eyes scanned that portion, he smiled wickedly. "Well, now that you're here, I finally get a chance to measure them with great accuracy." he whispered into her ear, a hand slowly reaching into her crotch, "You seem pretty wet and aroused, aren't you?" he asked, softly stroking her nether regions from between her legs. "Or, are you impressed?" he asked, teasing her as he took out a vibrator from underneath, plugged in and ready.
There was, on his face, a pure look of malice. Crossed between lust, desire and misogyny, he smiled. Truly unbefitting of his wealth, he gloated over her holding a rolled-up measuring tape to obviously take the proper measurements of her body. "If you don't resist I'll make sure your sleeping accommodations would be top-class...for a slave that is!" he joked, softly striking her front like a soft slap, only to be grasping her breasts, fondling a bit forcefully before wrapping the tape across her breasts...
After contemplating for a moment, sitting back to his side, he smiled. "Well, I'm sure you're tired from doing favors for every guard you've met. It's great that they know how to give blowjobs properly." he joked, unaware of how lucky she was not to have been raped in captivity. Looking through an album, he threw it open before her. Laid before her eyes was the most depressingly detailed if not creepy photo album. There was a picture of her taken from the window eating alone...one where she was in a volleyball tournament...the other was when she was finished doing her stretches wearing her school swimsuit. Another was with her looking to the direction of the camera lounging under an oak tree's shade, reading a book. From her perspective it seemed as if she suspected the cameraman to be in the direction she watched, yet not at all. Of all this, he seemed a little proud actually, beaming a smile. "I lived in London for awhile too, attending as that exchange student in your class. I recall we had a chat once, remember?"
Everything about her generally was filled in: age, hobbies, phone number and even her home phone. The only thing missing was...her three measurements. When her eyes scanned that portion, he smiled wickedly. "Well, now that you're here, I finally get a chance to measure them with great accuracy." he whispered into her ear, a hand slowly reaching into her crotch, "You seem pretty wet and aroused, aren't you?" he asked, softly stroking her nether regions from between her legs. "Or, are you impressed?" he asked, teasing her as he took out a vibrator from underneath, plugged in and ready.
There was, on his face, a pure look of malice. Crossed between lust, desire and misogyny, he smiled. Truly unbefitting of his wealth, he gloated over her holding a rolled-up measuring tape to obviously take the proper measurements of her body. "If you don't resist I'll make sure your sleeping accommodations would be top-class...for a slave that is!" he joked, softly striking her front like a soft slap, only to be grasping her breasts, fondling a bit forcefully before wrapping the tape across her breasts...
Rachel stopped, crossing her eyes to look at his finger against her lips. She tensed and growled, nipping at him and missing. She didn't understand him and his strange desires. She hated how he spoke to her like she was nothing. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "I will regain my freedoms!" she said stubbornly. She would speak when she wanted. She wouldn't shut up. She growled at him. "I never had them taken away! They're still in me!" She was ready to get up and walk out. She just had to get free from these stupid bonds, so she didn't look so much like a slave.
She growled and shook her head. "I never touched a guard," she muttered. She had been surprised that none of them had raped her, but she assumed it was to keep her as a virgin. She squirmed and shook her head. She looked down at the photo album, frowning as she saw all those pictures. What the hell? Where had he gotten those? She looked up at him, studying face, and after a few moments, she remembered him. "You?" she demanded. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked. She couldn't believe that this foreign exchange student had bought her! She glared at him when she saw the measuring tape. She shook her head and scooted away, growling. "That's because your damn guards tortured me." She still had the vibrator within her, though it hung out, her hymen resisting.
She glared at him, growling and squirming when he began to measure her breasts. She shook her head and kicked at him. "Don't touch me!"
She growled and shook her head. "I never touched a guard," she muttered. She had been surprised that none of them had raped her, but she assumed it was to keep her as a virgin. She squirmed and shook her head. She looked down at the photo album, frowning as she saw all those pictures. What the hell? Where had he gotten those? She looked up at him, studying face, and after a few moments, she remembered him. "You?" she demanded. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked. She couldn't believe that this foreign exchange student had bought her! She glared at him when she saw the measuring tape. She shook her head and scooted away, growling. "That's because your damn guards tortured me." She still had the vibrator within her, though it hung out, her hymen resisting.
She glared at him, growling and squirming when he began to measure her breasts. She shook her head and kicked at him. "Don't touch me!"
Joshua was so intent on measure her bust that he was not able to foresee her resistance. The feeling of her warm crotch already told him how aroused she was, wet with her sticky essence and warm with arousal. Her cheek was flustered from the abuse she endured even up to now and the anticipation of what was to come. If he had been stalking her like so for years now, nothing short of rape could be done onto her. Falling down from the force of her kick, Joshua only smiled when she tried to assert herself. "Keep talking, I find you sound cute with that accent when you're angry!" he joked, trying to advance carefully, grasping her leg and then the other. "Haha! Got you!" he said, softly lifting her right leg, separating the two as he knelt forward, trying his best to go against her struggling limbs as he began to lick her clit, engorged, throbbing lips that pressed itself against the wet cloth.
Her bittersweet juices stuck her lips against the pink cloth, her clitoris already making an imprint with a slight bulge at the middle for the vibrator buds. Feeling his tongue tingle when he touched the bud with his tongue, he softly pushed her legs away, expecting fierce and hard attempts to thrash about. "Shhh...just let the arousal take you away..." he whispered, softly tonguing her genuinely aroused folds. How many orgasms had she endured? Just how sensitive was she?
"You can try to regain your freedom...but regardless of what you do you'll still be my rope slut!" he said, softly licking away, forcing her closer and closer to yet another undesired release. When they had first met, she was awfully quiet and reserved, unlike the others who pestered him about what life was like in the Big Apple. He had talked to her once, the rest of the time he collected pictures of her or in some extreme cases, actually took photos of her. Tonguing her soft folds, regardless of her protests he continued to arouse her further and further...
Her bittersweet juices stuck her lips against the pink cloth, her clitoris already making an imprint with a slight bulge at the middle for the vibrator buds. Feeling his tongue tingle when he touched the bud with his tongue, he softly pushed her legs away, expecting fierce and hard attempts to thrash about. "Shhh...just let the arousal take you away..." he whispered, softly tonguing her genuinely aroused folds. How many orgasms had she endured? Just how sensitive was she?
"You can try to regain your freedom...but regardless of what you do you'll still be my rope slut!" he said, softly licking away, forcing her closer and closer to yet another undesired release. When they had first met, she was awfully quiet and reserved, unlike the others who pestered him about what life was like in the Big Apple. He had talked to her once, the rest of the time he collected pictures of her or in some extreme cases, actually took photos of her. Tonguing her soft folds, regardless of her protests he continued to arouse her further and further...
Rachel screamed at him in frustration when he seemed undeterred by her protests and her fights. She kept kicking at him, attempting to escape. She was terrified of what he would do to her. He had been stalking her, and she could only imagine the things he had planned, especially since he was attempting to take her measurements.
He wrapped his fingers around her ankles, and the girl wailed. "No! Let me go!" She struggled and tried to kick, but he held onto her firmly, starting to lick her swollen clit. She groaned and shivered as he did so, sending waves of pleasure up her body. She whimpered and shook her head as he teased her, his tongue sliding over her panties. She was slowly getting pushed to yet another orgasm. She jerked whenever he hit her clit. "No!" she cried. Every touch to her little bud was like electricity through her pelvic region.
She shook her head and fought. As he licked her and teased her, she felt her belief of what he would want her to do becoming more and more apparent in her mind. She kicked and wailed, trembling as he kept teasing and arousing her. "No! Please!" she cried. She was disturbed that he was so obsessed with her. She didn't remember any of those pictures being taken, except a couple that were taken for the school newspaper or something.
As she drew closer, her body tensed and she panted loudly. She squirmed and fought against him, and when she came, she arched her back, her juices soaking her panties even further. "Please take them out!" she begged, referring to the buds. "Or let me take them out!" She'd prefer that she did it herself, so she didn't have to let him touch her. "Leave me alone and untie me!" The poor, exhausted girl looked up at him steadily.
He wrapped his fingers around her ankles, and the girl wailed. "No! Let me go!" She struggled and tried to kick, but he held onto her firmly, starting to lick her swollen clit. She groaned and shivered as he did so, sending waves of pleasure up her body. She whimpered and shook her head as he teased her, his tongue sliding over her panties. She was slowly getting pushed to yet another orgasm. She jerked whenever he hit her clit. "No!" she cried. Every touch to her little bud was like electricity through her pelvic region.
She shook her head and fought. As he licked her and teased her, she felt her belief of what he would want her to do becoming more and more apparent in her mind. She kicked and wailed, trembling as he kept teasing and arousing her. "No! Please!" she cried. She was disturbed that he was so obsessed with her. She didn't remember any of those pictures being taken, except a couple that were taken for the school newspaper or something.
As she drew closer, her body tensed and she panted loudly. She squirmed and fought against him, and when she came, she arched her back, her juices soaking her panties even further. "Please take them out!" she begged, referring to the buds. "Or let me take them out!" She'd prefer that she did it herself, so she didn't have to let him touch her. "Leave me alone and untie me!" The poor, exhausted girl looked up at him steadily.
Hearing her orgasm was the most beautiful thing he had heard of this entire day. Her voice rising in octaves it was just melodious to hear her cry out, moaning as she basked in the afterglow, her panties wetter than before, a bit of her sticky feminine fluids dripping onto the couch. Letting go of her still-twitching legs, he softly stroked her most loving parts, gently nudging her over sensitive vagina with his fingers, teasing her to yet another orgasm that would rip through her body with a wave of intense pleasure.
Rising up, he made sure to make a good show of things as he licked his lips in the most suggestive manner to insinuate that he enjoyed bringing her to that climax. "Take it off? Why? It sure loves bringing you pleasure, so I'm not going to stop that foreign toy from arousing you further! Unless...you beg me nicely and lick my shoes, I'll consider it!" Cruel to force her to degrade herself, to humiliate her own body and destroy her dignity entirely!
Crossing his legs, he moved his left foot forward. "Lick it and I'll remove those toys form your pussy if you beg as well." he said, smirking. Would he really do it, or would she just waste her time? He would let her decide her own fate as he sat there, like a haughty god waiting to be worshipped.
Rising up, he made sure to make a good show of things as he licked his lips in the most suggestive manner to insinuate that he enjoyed bringing her to that climax. "Take it off? Why? It sure loves bringing you pleasure, so I'm not going to stop that foreign toy from arousing you further! Unless...you beg me nicely and lick my shoes, I'll consider it!" Cruel to force her to degrade herself, to humiliate her own body and destroy her dignity entirely!
Crossing his legs, he moved his left foot forward. "Lick it and I'll remove those toys form your pussy if you beg as well." he said, smirking. Would he really do it, or would she just waste her time? He would let her decide her own fate as he sat there, like a haughty god waiting to be worshipped.
Rachel whimpered and squirmed as he teased her again, even after she'd already had an orgasm. She quickly came again, until her panties were practically dripping in her female juices. She trembled with desire, fighting against it. She looked up at him with wide, fearful, hateful eyes. She hated that she'd ever met him. She hated that he had bought her. She hated that he was doing this to her and using her body against her.
She heard his suggestion, and she growled, biting on the gag. She didn't want to beg, much less lick his shoes, but it was the only way to get the damn things out of her pussy. She whimpered and watched as he offered over his shoe. She swallowed and bit down harder on the gag, until pain filled her mouth. "Leathe hake huh huths ow. Leathe, Mathah." {Please take the buds out. Please, Master.} She didn't lick his shoes. "Aye cath ickh orr ooths." {I can't lick your shoes.} She didn't know how he expected her to lick his shoes when she had a ball gag in her mouth. She whimpered and looked up at him pleadingly. Her tone had been a begging one, certainly. No malice cloaked her voice. She whimpered and silently pleaded with him to free her from the vibrating buds inside her body.
She heard his suggestion, and she growled, biting on the gag. She didn't want to beg, much less lick his shoes, but it was the only way to get the damn things out of her pussy. She whimpered and watched as he offered over his shoe. She swallowed and bit down harder on the gag, until pain filled her mouth. "Leathe hake huh huths ow. Leathe, Mathah." {Please take the buds out. Please, Master.} She didn't lick his shoes. "Aye cath ickh orr ooths." {I can't lick your shoes.} She didn't know how he expected her to lick his shoes when she had a ball gag in her mouth. She whimpered and looked up at him pleadingly. Her tone had been a begging one, certainly. No malice cloaked her voice. She whimpered and silently pleaded with him to free her from the vibrating buds inside her body.
Seeing her prostate herself and lower herself to his feet was a crowning achievement for him, to think that the gifted and beautiful Rachel Applegate was bowing to him was just too good to pass! "Oh, silly me, I seem to have forgotten!" he said, smiling as he unbuckled her ball-gag, giving her a few moments of peace and relaxation, perhaps to swallow up all the drool in her mouth or to stretch the jaws, for the comfort didn't last long as he shoved a ring-gag onto her mouth, grasping her tongue to let it hang out while she was gagged. "There, just beautiful! Now lick it!"
With her tongue hanging out, it would be possible to go through with his demand. Turning up her vibrators, he wanted her most tender portions to suffer even more, the arousal continuing to rage and torment her soft folds savagely. "After that, unzip my pants and remove my boxers. While you're at it, beg to suck me dick and I'll remove the Vibrators and give you proper sleeping conditions!"
Now, he wanted to trick her. By 'proper' sleeping conditions he meant a dog house, for where slaves like her would rest in. It was not the idea of a bed or a proper resting sleeping bag, not even a cell: a dog house in the middle of his garden, sleeping underneath the grass.
With her tongue hanging out, it would be possible to go through with his demand. Turning up her vibrators, he wanted her most tender portions to suffer even more, the arousal continuing to rage and torment her soft folds savagely. "After that, unzip my pants and remove my boxers. While you're at it, beg to suck me dick and I'll remove the Vibrators and give you proper sleeping conditions!"
Now, he wanted to trick her. By 'proper' sleeping conditions he meant a dog house, for where slaves like her would rest in. It was not the idea of a bed or a proper resting sleeping bag, not even a cell: a dog house in the middle of his garden, sleeping underneath the grass.
Rachel had only a moment's relaxation of stretching her jaw and trying to get the stiffness out before he grabbed her jaw and forced a ring gag into her mouth. She whined in protest, shaking her head and fighting him as he pushed it into her mouth, forcing her tongue out. She whimpered and looked up at him, yelping as her vibrators were turned up. She trembled and whimpered, licking his shoes shakily. She gagged more than once as her tongue ran over her shoe, but she didn't say anything. She shut her eyes and whimpered. When he told her to unzip his pants, she looked up at his zipper, trying to figure out how to do that. It was a little undone, and she held her breath and hooked her nose onto the zipper, sliding it the rest of the way down. She got his cock out, and looked up at him. "Leahe lehh ehh thuck yorr ick," {Please let me suck your dick} she said, her voice begging and whimpering. She wanted the vibrators out, but having proper sleeping conditions would be nice, too. She whimpered as she looked up at him desperately with wide eyes, giving a little cry when she came again from the stimulation. She was so exhausted from such a long day of orgasms. She just wanted to rest, and he wouldn't let her.
There was no greater pleasure to be had than the pleasure of knowing that a gorgeous woman had submitted before you, her bound figure prostrated and her tongue stroking the leather of his dress shoes. His erect penis finally freed, he could not hold back a soft moan as his manhood was shown right before her. Her ring gag was sufficient for her to take him all in, however with the lack of her lips she had to make good use of her tongue to get him off. "Yes, you may service master until he climaxes! Make this good, however!" he said, smiling as he turned up the vibrator a tad bit further, assailing her poor and tender clit. How wet was she now, the vibrators having tormented her from shipping all the way here? Could she still count how many orgasms she had suffered through?