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The Fever ((Wrath and Vivid))

Sabrina's eyes lit up. The promise of real food was overly tempting. For that day and night, the pretty little thing would completely obey. Well as much as she could. There was going to be a limit for her. There always was. Whether she felt to highly of herself or she was sick and tired of being treated a certain way, that breaking point would come. It loomed like a dark cloud over her head. Her stomach growled at her angrily and her aching bones screamed. A nice place to sleep and a high quality meal would be wonderful. It would certainly give her more will to try and behave. Now she was motivated but so stiff and hungry that taking orders was something that would require a great amount of self will.

As he popped back up, she pressed herself to the back of the tub, pinning herself and making her vulnerable to him. A lump rose in her throat. "But you have hurt me... I am completely starving and terrified of what you can do with that remote. You'll hurt me again, master. I know you will."
 
Sabrina’s whole body went hot as he pushed his way between her legs. Dear God. He was going to fuck her again. Right in this tub he was going to begin to touch her. She could feel it, pulsate deep within her. Her chest rise roughly up and down and her face flushed. Already her body was preparing to be invaded; her pussy was becoming slick.

A sharp gasp came from her as he roughly gripped her breasts. She swallowed harshly and looked away. Her nipples rose instantly against his palms. How she hated this! But she knew better. She must behave. She must be good for him.

“You drugged me and then spread me in a really uncomfortable position.” she whimpered. “That hurt. My body hurts.”
 
Sabrina closed her eyes and she bit her lip. The large bulb of his cock was pressed against her slit and, disgustingly enough, she wanted him to continue. An ache pulsed between her legs and she stayed still, hoping that he would stop teasing her and just plunge inside of her. Her breath quickened and she groaned as she continue to squeeze and pull at her chest. When he stopped she let out a gasp. What was wrong with him?! She was willing and he pulled away.

Angry eyes glared up at him from the bathtub. That was not very nice. In a huff she stood and grabbed for a towel herself. With many rough movements she dried off and huffed and puffed and fumed.

“Where are we going?” she asked.
 
All of the choices made Sabrina cringe and she looked desperately at the maid. Surely there were different things she could wear. Things that weren’t so degrading. The point of this visit would be to show her off, she was sure, but she didn’t want to wear something that had ‘whore’ and ‘cumdump’ written across them in sparkly cursive. Not to mention, she did not want to look like the others. There was a part of her that was prideful. Even as a slave she wanted to stand out. Still, that was probably the most concealing out of her choices though.

There was a tight dress and things that she would pop out off quite easily. The bathing suit would probably cover the most but it would cling to her body and make things uncomfortable. She screwed up her face and then finally pointed to the tight dress. “I guess that will have to do,” she said to the blue haired slave. She gave her a concerned look. “Doesn’t it ever get tiresome to be treated like a sexual object instead of a human?”

But she instantly went quiet as she heard his voice. Quickly she grabbed the dress from the other slave and held it out in front of her. “I was thinking this one, master!” she said quickly and loudly. Her heart thudded against her chest and she wondered if he had heard her. Please, no. She did not want to be punished again.
 
When his back was turned she pulled a face at him. Bastard. The girls here were all brainwashed. No woman in their right mind wanted to be someone's slut. Quickly she dressed and sighed. This dress was so tight that is outlined every detail. Even the lips of her sex were outlined and she instantly felt ashamed. Her cheeks were flushed but anger still boiled inside of her. Everything managed to piss her off.

Was it because he hadn't fucked her when she had thought he would? Nonsense! She pushed that idea to the very back of her mind and pouted.

"How many slaves do you strictly have for pleasure?" she asked. There was an interesting tone to her voice. One that made it waver and squeak. "I mean, it is a little ridiculous to have so many girls around just to have your dick sucked, master."
 
Sabrina physically winced when he mentioned how man women he had around that were used to please him sexually. They had other jobs but they were used. That stung. There was no reason for her to be around this place. This was an insult to her. Not an intentional one but she was hurt by it and she glared at him. Especially when he fingered the button that controlled her collar.

Nice? She looked like a cheap whore and she hastily pulled on the knee pads, swaying slightly. Her stomach let out a loud growl and she felt light headed. If she wasn't so hungry then she might have said something but she kept her tongue and chewed it thoroughly.

"Thank you, Master." she muttered. Though she wondered what sort of visit this was. Concerned flashed in her pale eyes and she turned them away from him.
 
Sabrina let out a growl, an actual growl, as she was brought to her knees by his pulling. How embarrassing to be pulled along like some pet in front of so many people! She was grateful that she had knee pads at least but all of the staring and pointing was just horrible. What was so great that they had to stare?! There were many men with slaves following them. When she finally managed to pull herself up, she yelped as small rocks dug into her feet as she walked.

Someone let out a long and low whistle as they approached the pair walking. It was another man in a ridiculous cowboy hat and sunglasses. On his leash was a pretty girl who followed him perfectly and happily. How Sabrina loathed her, acting like some trained animal.

"That is a pretty bitch you've got there," he said as he looked at her and then her master. "And she is not trained either. I never had one that I had to break in. How is it? I was thinking that the next bitch I got would be a wild card. Heard it was exciting."
 
Sabrina was near tears by the time the man came towards her. Those children were brutal! That was the first time that someone had thrown rocks at her. As she was addressed she shied away from the new man's hand and looked up at Ravel with pleading eyes. This was not the way she wanted to be treated.

The female crawled over to her and looked at her with pretty brown eyes and interest. The beautiful strawberry blonde backed up a little. What was that woman's issue?!

"Get off!" she snapped at the girl, who instantly jumped. Apparently she wasn't used to being yelled at, even by her master.

"Hey now," the man said, kneeling beside her. His voice was firm and demanding. "You shouldn't treat another bitch that way! Mindy was only trying to be friendly. Give you a little kiss in all."

"I don't want a kiss! Master, please, can we leave?! This is humiliating..."
 
Sabrina was dragged along once more but this time she moved on her hands and knees. It was easier on her feet and the kneepads did make it less painful. Except for her hands. Unlike the other slaves hers were still soft; no years of hard work had calloused and hardened them. Tiny pieces of rock and gravel scrapped them and she whined pathetically. Complaining about it would likely bring pain.

Finally they were at the mayor's house and her eyes widened. She took in a rough gasp and tried to pull away. No. Not here. The mayor's son had tried to go out with her before. Well, it was more like he demanded that she go out with him that she, like any good woman, serviced him. A lump rose in her throat. Oh boy. This did not look good at all.

"Master... can't I wait outside? I mean, these people used to be my... they'll mock me..." Tears filled her eyes and she lowered her head. She was going to cry.

The person who answered the door was a lovely woman, perhaps a little old, but still quite enchanted. She smiled brilliantly at the pair and ushered them in. That was Eleanor; the mayor's favorite slave and the one he fell madly in love with. Even with her hair graying at the roots he had still refused to take on another.

"My master is expecting you," she said in a soft and sensual tone. When her eyes landed on what was connected to Revel's leash, she let out a sharp gasp and a hand flew to her mouth. It was a full minute before she regained her composure and, even afterward, she was still visibly shaken. "Please come in. Herbert is in the parlor with our son, Alexander."
 
Sabrina indeed fight with all that she had but that wasn't saying much at this time. With a defeated grunt she simply flopped down and made him drag her full weight. There was no strength to fight. There was, however, strength to lay around and do nothing. It was an effective form of resistance too, she decided. 120 pounds may have seemed like a small amount but she knew that he likely had some problems.

The room was full of stuffy men. Some had slaves with them but others decided to leave theirs home. When she was dragged into the room she made sure to get back on her hands and knees. It was rather small compared to the mayor's usually gatherings. Hungry eyes honed in right on the food and her stomach gave an audible rumple. The prize! If she could just behave long enough then she would be given some of that delicious food.

"No, no!" Mayor said. "You know the trend these days. Fifteen minutes late and whatnot and-" he was cut by his own gasp as his eyes traveled downward. "Sabrina! My word, you've become a slave!?"

Her cheeks burnt brightly and she looked away. How embarrassing. The mayor looked over to his son and called him over.

"Alexander! You have to come see what became of your little girlfriend."
 
Sabrina flushed deeply and attempted to hide herself behind Ravel's legs. Alexander had always been an asshole. Even to those of the same social yoke as him were considered inferior. Refusing him had been the start of a week of yelling and insults. Now, well, she did not want to know how he would treat her now. Then her eyes turned up almost murderously. Covered in filth? She was hardly as disgusting as most of the girls in those cages. He was lucky to find someone like her at all!

"Filth?" the mayor asked. "Sabrina? That is too rich. You know, she fancied herself a college woman at one point. It must be sobering. Being put in your proper place as a woman."

Tears stung her eyes at that comment. College was something that she had wanted more than anything and it was a stab in the heart to hear someone that she thought was a friend say such terrible things. It was made even worse when Alexander showed up. His smile made her sick and she could feel the way his eyes lit up upon seeing her new position.

The dress hid nothing. He was seeing more of her now then what he ever did when they were dating.

"Is that all you have to say Alex?" she asked boldly. "The only reason I am here is because my parents are dead."
 
"Sabrina has always been uncommonly smart for a woman," the mayor said. "She just had such a bad temperament and thought she was better than even men of her station. This will likely be the best thing for her." A smile crossed the middle aged man's lips. "How does she ride?"

The pain that crossed her face was evident. Her parents loved her and never would have considered giving her to him as a present! Sabrina closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. There had to be something that she could do to take his eyes off of her and get him to stop taunting her. This was too much and if it lasted much longer she knew that she was going to burst and get herself into some trouble.

"Will you please stop, Alexander?" she asked. "Look, you won, har-fucking-har. Get your laughs out and move along."
 
Eyes widened as he purposely made the collar act as if she were trying to remove it. A sharp shock went through her body and she yelped as she hit the floor. Her entire form was shaking and she convulsed unwillingly before she came back down to rest. Breathing was hard and she took in several greedy mouthfuls in attempts to stead herself. Though she did not realize she actually had started crying. How low she must have come to have Alexander treat her in such a manner!

Her thrashing had caused her skirt to ride up, revealing the shaved and until recently virgin pussy to Alexander. It felt horrible and she quickly pulled the bottom down, only to pop out from the top. Shame filled her and she attempted to move further behind Revel's legs.

"I said stop it, Alexander!" she snarled at him. A few people looked in her direction and she flushed. Shit! This was going to no doubt cause her to lose her food. She turned her attention pathetically up at Ravel. Perhaps she could work him over with frightened eyes.

"I say," the mayor said. "you're little slut gets too vocal, Ravel. Perhaps you should make her give my son a proper apology."
 
Thank God! She rubbed her face and body against his legs, like a sweet kitten. Yes. He would make sure that Alexander did not hurt and taunt her anymore. Not to mention she knew that this would be its own special type of torture for Alexander to see her like this. He always had a healthy jealous streak in him that liked to rear its head when one of 'his' women showed attention to another man without his permission.

"I am so sorry, mister Alexander," she said as she then laid her head across Ravel's lap. A nice little act that would ensure the anger of her ex and make Ravel see how much she deserved to have something to eat. "I will remember to take the punishment of my collar with silent grace."

The mayor looked stunned at the behavior and recognized it as an act almost immediately. The girl was never this sweet unless she wanted something and it seemed that he new master was falling into that manipulation. It was easy to with such a lovely young woman mewling like a baby cat. "Breeder you say? She certainly comes from good son. Father had a good head on his shoulders. Mother was a little brazen but strong. Any son would likely be a fine boy." he replied as he knelt beside her, he, too could see her pink slit though he was more accustomed to pussy than his son. "There are other ways she can apologize that would not compromise her status, eh? Such a pretty mouth, my son has always said she had such full lips."
 
Never before had she felt so grateful to someone! An actual smile crossed her lips and she had half a mind to kiss her master on the palm of his hand. If only she didn't hate him so much! However her hatred for Alexander was so much more and she nudged her head affectionately against Ravel's crotch. Not to excite him but to make her ex angrier. She shot him a brilliant, mocking smile. That faded though when she was asked to stand. Anger flashed in her eyes but she did as she said with a forced grin.

The mayor raised his hand to silence his son. He was acting so spoiled! "Be quiet, Alexander, I am sure that you will like what Ravel has planned for the bitch to do."

At this point people were watching. Some with mild interest, others with extreme, and still others who were doing it because they were growing bored of the conversation. These parties normally dissolved into high class orgies by the end anyway. Sabrina shifted uneasily and blushed deeply. Was she really that interesting?
 
Sabrina flushed deeply. Strip? In front of all of these people? All of the muscles in her body tightened. Many pairs of eyes were locked on her. A look was cast towards her master, a look of betrayal on her face. This was not as bad as having to service Alexander but she hated the way she was getting stares. She closed her eyes and began to take her tight pink dress off.

There were whistles from the crowd around her and she turned brighter red. But there was the promise of food and she bounced. Her breasts jiggled and swayed with her movements. Afterward she crossed her arms over her chest to hide her shame.

"Is that all, Master?" she asked through gritted teeth. Though her eyes locked on the oyster and she licked her lips.
 
It was amazing! With a shocked gasp she fell to her knees because of the pleasuring pulse. She placed her hands on the floor and pushed her pert butt in the air. Juices trickled from her pussy and down her thighs. Groans and whimpers came from her lips and nipples hardened before it stopped. Still she trembled and gave a rather pathetic look up at her master. He nearly made her orgasm in front of all of these people!

"Yes Master," she managed to choke out. Her body was now on fire. It needed that release and she hated that she could not get it properly taken care of. The mayor gave a long whistle after she spoke and she turned a brighter shade of red; crawling closer to Ravel to hide her naked body.

"She certainly gets soaked!" the older gentleman said. "It has to feel quite delicious."
 
Her eyes lit up when she saw the oyster and she eagerly ate it from his hand. The flavor exploded on her mouth and she chewed it slowly. There was no telling when she would get another bit of food and she wanted to savor it. Oysters! So rare nowadays, even for the well-to-do. Despite her new position she felt like a princess in that moment. Too soon the delicious taste was gone and her stomach growled for more. Another look was shot at her master. She took in bottom lip in her teeth and chew on it.

It life's dream? She opened her full lips but closed them tightly again. Her real life's dream was to go to college, meet a wealthy man, get married, and have a family. That was likely to get her laughed at and taunted and put on display for people. She hung her head and forced a bright smile to her lips.

"Why, to be your breeder, master!" she forced out through clenched teeth. "That is all that I want!"

Hopefully it was loud enough for him. The prospect of something else to eat would be wonderful. "And I want to do whatever you want to do, master."

It was with a smug smile that she watched Alexander leave.
 
She arched her back into his petting. This felt much better than what he had done with her body before. This affection was almost like love. Almost. She knew it was likely an act because people were around. They didn't know that he had forced her to eat dog food. A shudder over took her frame. The taste was still fresh in her mind and, when he offered her more oysters, she perked out. That would be positively wonderful! She followed him like a happy pup.

"Yes, please sir!" she exclaimed. "The oyster was delicious and more would be fantastic."

The dimly lit room relaxed her eyes and they almost instantly adjusted. The smell of sex was strong in the air; cut through with the sounds of ecstasy. She felt her face become hot. Oh. Of course this is what this room meant. A lump rose in her throat and she watched as Ravel sat down. He undid his fly and revealed his massive dick. She walked over to him; trying to have a shred of grace and dignity remain, but she ended up shuffling too quickly and looked odd at best.

Obediently she sat on his lap, straddling his hips. All of her muscles tensed. This was not something she really wanted to do but she knew that she would only get more of the good food if she behaved like a 'good girl'.
 
She bit her lip as he lowered her onto his cock. There was a brief moment of pain, she was still pretty tight as this was only the second time he had entered her, but it was soon replaced by pleasure. A stunned gasped issued from her lips and she adjusted herself a little. Slowly she began to bounce on his cock, gasping every time she fell back down on it. A flush rose to her cheeks. This was what she had wanted all day since the bath. Plus she wanted more oysters and if it meant that she would have to fuck him to get them, she would.

"Master," she cooed into his ear. The speed of her thrusting picked up. "Oh, master." Her nipples rubbed hard against his chest, sending more pleasure through her. "L-l-l-like this?"

It felt good to her but she did not know how it would feel to him. Hopefully it felt just as wonderful because she didn't want it to stop or be changed. Whatever his cock was being rubbed against felt amazing and needed to continue being that way. His pants were soaking up her juices and she wondered if that was going to ruin his slacks.
 
Sabrina continued to grind and bounce on the rigid pole. Pleasure was the one thing that was constant now. It was something that she could rely on. He would always want to fuck her and that could not be avoided. Why not enjoy it? Her moans resonated in the room and mixed with the sounds of other slaves. His hand came up an twisted her nipple. It felt so good! She arched her back as her body trembled.

Faster her hips moved and she pushed him deeper into her tight pussy. Every time he would bump into that wall of her cervix, sending a little jolt of pain through her body. Not that she cared. All she could think of was the delicious sensations going through her loins. She was literally dripping down his prick.

"I want..." she cried out. "Oh, please... this is too good!"

What was she begging for? She scarcely could think anymore. Each second made her move faster and harder up and down on him.
 
Sabrina was so close to cumming already! The blonde did not want it to end so soon. She wanted him to take over and make it last forever and ever. Like he did the night before. There was no way she could stop her own body from moving against his. Every thrust brought her sheer ecstasy. She tilted back her head and let out another moan.

"Not yet!" she whimpered loudly. "I don't want to... to cum yet. I want to cum with you, master!"

How pathetic she must have sounded and, if she were in a more steady state of mind, she would have never said something like that. When she was off of her pleasure high she would hate herself. Now all she wanted was to make this last as long as possible; to squeeze every last second out of it.
 
Sabrina was grateful that he picked her up. As they walked she indeed come down off of her near orgasm. Her breathing was still rough and she was hornier than what she ever had been. That delicious friction was something that she was going to depend on. Her body was built for sin already; with the way it dripped and gushed at the faintest sexual touch.

Frightened eyes looked up at him. The power he had over her was terrifying. His touch was sending her into such a whirlpool of pleasure. She closed her eyes and felt the decent start again when he pumped inside of her.

"Yes master," she said through gritted teeth. "You make me feel so good when you fuck me. I want to be good. I want to please you..."

Soon her talking dissolved into moans once more and she arched her back to allow him to dick her deeply.
 
Every thrust caused her to groan and murmur her pleasure. Her beautiful breasts bounced with his movements. Soon his prodding pieced that small hole of her cervix, causing her to give a sharp yelp of pain. Some of those in the room turned their attention towards them and she was happy that she could not see them and did not know they were doing so.

The kiss was soft and tender and she returned it with passion. Until she caught herself and pulled away. Periwinkle eyes showed her shock and concern. They closed soon as he picked up the pace. Her moaning became louder and louder, even with the pain that came every time he pushed inside of her cervix; that smaller hole wrapping him tightly.

Sloppy, wet noises filled the room. She always got so wet. There would likely be a stain on the fabric of the couch as he pussy juices pooled beneath her. So close! He was bringing her so close! Her hands came up to roughly pull and twist at her own nipples. Her back arched and again all of her muscles clenched.

"I'm going to cum!" she screamed. By far she was the loudest in the room and it was getting her some attention. "Just a little... harder..."
 
Sabrina was being driven absolutely wild. A smile crept across her face and her cries became louder with each second. What a pretty little slut she made. It was almost impossible to see how this girl begging to be fucked hard was the same one that had been in the mansion. Back at the mansion she would likely be back to her normal self. Now... now she was lost.

His rough hands and hard thrusting was making her orgasm come faster than harder than she expected. More desperate moans and screams came from her opened mouth; sounding as if she was on the verge of tears. It was just that intense. His huge cock was hitting every inch of her tight pussy.

Then her eyes widened and her back arch. A small squirt of her juices shot from behind his cock. It was amazing! That had been so much better than her first time. She flopped back down and breathed roughly. His trusts made her climax last all the longer. The beautiful fuck slave was no more than a shudder mass by the time he finished.

"Thank you master," she managed to say. A sleepiness started to encase her. Sleep on that cold, X-shaped table was not a good place to get rest and she had been tired when she woke. After such a physical round she was completely exhausted.
 
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