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Between: A slave's life (Angel X QB)

Nathaniel felt it was stupid to ask if she wanted that...that...thing she was wearing to be taken off. But at the same time, he was so flushed and a bit...anxious. It wasn't that he hasn't seen a vagina before, it was that...he was doing something so vile yet...kinky. He advanced a bit slowly, his face blushing harder than a young boy fantasizing about his crush as he inserted the key. He almost backed up, afraid of the reaction she may have. Only then did he return...turning the key a little further.

The vibration within the chastity belt, further quickstarting her arousal before it suddenly fizzled before it would have inevitably given her a climax. Watching as the penile plug and the dildo slipped out whirring weakly made Nathaniel blush intensely, falling off against the sofa with a bump on his groin. He found this all arousing yet...he acted like a prudent man who was saving his virginity for someone. "A-a-...are you alright?"

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It was true that Slut wasn't as good as Heather when it came to the art of giving oral sex. The one thing she would exceed Heather in was the fact that she was willing to go all out, taking him all into her throat to the point where she would gag, feeling her muscles press around his hardened member without feeling the sharp pang of her teeth against his member. "Auuh! Huuaaaa~" the moans were a tad exaggerated, but even he couldn't hold it back.

Any more and he would end up releasing his load. With a moan he forced his hardened member a little deeper, until, with a cathartic moan, he released it all: unloading his semen deep into her throat, he pulled out just to splash some of his jism onto her face. Panting, he commanded her "Clean yourself up. Waste not a drop of my semen or It's off to Mr.stuffy!"

Soon after, he had her mounted onto the 'chair'. The dildo and the plug fit in almost nicely, as did the cuffs onto her wrists. Her ankles bound to her thighs, folded up she was helpless as the vibrations began. Of course, given the moaning, he told her "You'll need to wear this. Sorry, honey." he whispered, placing a ball gag right behind her teeth and pulling onto her lip to start the drooling. Then, he even put a small remote just within her reach. "This will control just how fast that thing vibrates. If you want to take a break just press zero." he whispered. but he knew she probably would just go from speed five all night long. He kissed her cheek and threw the covers around him, pretending to sleep...
 
Heather looked at him and then looked down at the key that he had inserted, she bit her bottom lip. She knew that with Steven, he would have set up the device to give her as many orgasm denials as possible and she moaned as the vibrations rose up again. She was right as she moaned out, thinking that perhaps she could have some relief from the need, some relief from the orgasm denials, but just as she was about to climax, she felt it slow down and almost stop, once again denying her relief. She groaned out in frustration as she swallowed hard against the anger of being denied once again. She felt angry tears prickling behind her eyes and she tried to blink them away, but they ended up spilling out and onto her cheeks as she slowly nodded in response to Nathaniel's question.

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Slut moaned and continued sucking on it, then she felt him slide in deeper, causing him to gag, then as he released his seed, she moaned out once again. She swallowed it and then she felt some splash onto her face. She looked up at him, blushing a fierce red, she nodded fervently, she didn't want to go to Mr.stuffy and so with her thumb she wiped away the seed on her face and then cleaned off her thumb with her mouth and her tongue, still blushing a deep red.

A while longer and she was mounted onto the chair as she moaned, feeling the dildo and the plug up inside her. She squirmed in the position, her eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation for the coming night as she moaned, feeling the ball gag placed back in her mouth, and feeling drool drip down her chin as he pulled on her lip. She moaned out once again as she saw the remote and pressed the number five. Then the vibrations started and she moaned out, though it came out quite and muffled as she squirmed, her face flushing as the vibrations brought her near the edge and let her climax for the first time. She moaned out as she felt the vibrations bring her back down from cloud nine and she moaned out again as she felt the vibrations rising her arousal again, bringing her up and up as she saw him sleeping on the bed.
 
Nathaniel was more than confused. "A-a-...are you alright?" Cheeks flushed with red, he looked very uncertain, not sure if he had offended or he angered her from the resultant. His brother was indeed a deviant, so it would come to him as no surprise that she was tortured this severely. He didn't know much about the sex, much less bondage, but he knew from the rope marks that she had endured quite some bondage, what was it like squirming under the ropes, helpless against the ravage of a sex toy...

The mere thought of it made him blush! "W-would you like something to eat?" he tried to get the conversation away from the traumatic experience, instead heading up stairs. He got a small luggage case containing a few articles of women's clothing, so he was quick to hand her that: a one-piece dress, modest at length with a pair of undergarments for her to wear. With a flush, he laid it out before her and went out to grab a fruit for her to eat.

"H-h-have some." he stammered, trying to offer her a bite to eat.

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There were sweet dreams to be had, especially when he heard the low buzzing of the toys embedded inside of Slut. That girl's capacity for depraved torture and arousal almost scared him, hearing her low moans as the vibrators no doubt rode her through countless orgasms. Like counting sheep, hearing her moan out time and time again was almost relaxing, in a way. Days would go when she would hang above him, hogtied and drooling upon his blanket. Other times she would be spread out, the piston of the sex machine drilling a dildo deep inside until she literally fainted.

But when she was a 'good girl' she would sleep by his side, cuddling in a loving embrace as they had hot sex. But for now, she was forced to ride orgasm after orgasm, even as the vibrations continued on as he, pretending to sleep, watching her twitch, struggle and moan, a look of pure enjoyment and ecstasy upon her otherwise gleaming blue eyes.
 
Heather slowly nodded as she swiped at the tears fresh upon her face and looked at the clothes as he laid them out for her. She stood up, still slightly wobbly and got dressed, before sitting back down and looking at him as he brought the fruit out. Her brow furrowed and she took some, before nibbling on it slowly, and eating it. She almost wondered if the fruit had an aphrodasiac in it, but she shook the thought away and smiled as she finished eating it and murmured a soft, "thank you, M........Master." She flushed a deep red as she murmured the words and she glanced down and then back up, her eyes still slightly red from the crying as she smiled again, her cheeks still a deep red.

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Slut moaned out again and again as she was brought to climax and she counted 8 of them before her body couldn't take anymore and her eyes rolled back into her head as she collapsed, falling unconscious in the chair. The toys still buzzed and whirred inside her as she moaned out softly, one last time before the darkness completely overtook her and made her collapse against the chair, her senses nulling out until she was just floating on cloud nine in a dark void as tremors rolled through her sweat covered body and her face slowly faded back to the pale white that it had always been.
 
Nathaniel couldn't help frowning when he was called Master. Master was the word reserved to his brother whose preferences, while he tried his hardest to respect, he found appalling. How could he just mistreat Mallory or Heather and still keep a straight face about it? Women were to be treated like equals, not like toys to be played with until they expire or sexual objects for gratification! "Please don't call me that...Heather." he found it awkward to call her by her first name, but Nathaniel felt that it should get the message across. "I-It's fine. I will never harm you...you'll be safe from the things he does...I promise."

Nathaniel softly embraced Heather, whispering such tender words into her ears while flustering when her lady-like parts touched his. Then, pulling away, he smiled warmly. Nathaniel knew it must have been a long day for her. "If you want something to eat or drink, you can help yourself to the things I have in my fridge. It's getting quite late out, so if you want to sleep I can show you to the room I cleared up for you." he said, wondering if she was in the mood to rest away all of the trauma she endured up to this point.

The room was quaint at best; just a simple bed, a small closet and a mirror. Free from binds or other sex toys, he walked back inside holding a small mug with a packaged toothbrush inside. "If you'll be alright to wearing those clothes...we can go shopping for some new clothes if you want..." He admitted, though he left her largely on her own as he led her to the bathroom. "And this is where you may bathe or clean yourself. You do not need to ask for my permission for anything: I am not your master nor my brother..." he said, coming off as sounding friendly and reassuring.

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He had stirred in his sleep halfway through the night after hearing something. Seeing Slut covered in sweat, drool and some tears, eyes wide open and utterly glassy he just noticed his favorite slave stirring weakly in her unconscious state. Turning off the vibrations and pulling her away from the chair, he carried her over to his bed, blindfolding and slowly fitting a chastity belt into her. Her lower regions must be extremely sensitive, but he paid no mind to that as he padlocked the restraining device that covered her lower regions.

Then, he laid her close to his side, kissing her lips softly. She reeked of sweat and sex, yet he loving held her by his side, letting the cool air slowly chill her otherwise flustered flesh. "Good night, Mallory..." he whispered, hoping that his words would pierce the veil of her subconscious. And with that, he embraced her softly and went to rest...
 
Heather blushed a soft red as she nodded and turned her head away, biting her lower lip and chewing on it before she looked back at him and spoke again, "I....I am sorry Nat....Nathaniel, that's what.....what Ste.....Steven trained me to do today." She smiled as he softly embraced her and she hugged him back, wrapping her arms around him. Then as he pulled away, she nodded quietly and stood up to follow him to the bedroom, still blushing a softer red as she smiled softly and nodded, "thank you....you so much." she followed him into the bathroom and nodded once again as she murmured softly, "thank you....again." She yawned and looked back towards the room as she went to him and hugged him before turning and going to the room, where she went to lay down and feel fast asleep.

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Slut moaned weakly and stirred just slightly in her unconscious state, her eyes fluttering open to reveal glassy and glazed eyes before they fluttered close again as she slipped down into the darkness, but before she could slip entirely, she felt someone turn off the vibrations and pull her away from the chair. She moaned softly, quietly as her eyes fluttered open and she squirmed slightly, seeing nothing but black as he blindfolded her. Then her eyes closed again and she slipped into unconsciousness again as she fell fast asleep, hearing the last words he spoke, but faintly as if he was speaking them from inside a cave before she blacked out for the rest of the night.
 
Nathaniel didn't like being reminded of how Steven 'played': he had talked and seen how he had corrupted an otherwise kind and soft-hearted girl into a sex slave that pretty much craved only his attention, cock, bondage or all three at once. Feeling the embrace made him fluster slightly, though he was quick to whisper "There's no need to be afraid when you are with me..." he whispered, softly kissing her forehead. She ought to bathe, but perhaps tomorrow! She looked extremely weary and tired, so he was going to lay off until he felt she had recovered her strength. Leading her to his room, he nodded once more before she fell asleep almost instantly, letting the darkness consume her in peaceful sleep.

Meanwhile, Nathaniel was simply busy fixing up her belongings from the bag that was sent along with her and blushed when he saw countless toys just beneath the clothing. Shuddering, he hid the bag and such contents far away, not wanting to dream of illicit tortures with her body taking all such toys in as he too went to sleep, but in a different room.

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As sleep consumed him, he dreamt of all the wonderful ways she could be tortured: tied upside down, whipped until her bum turned red. Straddling a sawhorse until her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Such dreams caused his hands to softly fondle her breasts, finding that the chastity belt, while filling her up, didn't exactly allow him to find purchase by touching her privates. Nevertheless, sleep was most peaceful.

By the time that the sun rose, he yawned. His slave looked extremely worn out and tired, so he didn't want to pressure her to wake up. Instead, he whispered "Good morning. You can take off the blindfold if you want." he advised her, walking downstairs as he put a few slices of toast onto the toaster, getting a glass of orange juice as he cleaned up the site at which she was bound, putting away the toys and winding up all of the wires as he cooked a little bit of pancakes with some syrup. Then, he saw his slave cautiously walking downstairs and he greeted her "Good morning, Mallory! Care to join me for some breakfast?" She was always naked except for the times he told her she could wear clothing, but today was rather special so he let her wear whatever she wanted.

Flipping a pancake, he turned and asked her "How was yesterday? Sorry I kind of split focus with Heather around...but did you enjoy it?"
 
Heather slept peacefully as she nodded in her sleep, a soft, quiet sigh leaving her as she fell into the welcoming cushion of sleep after nearly a sleepless night last night, but before she fell asleep she felt the kiss to her forehead and a small smile crossed over her face as she slept. She slept deeply and soundly for the first time in a couple of days as she slept, unaware that Nathan was fixing her bag, or seeing all the toys in her bag as she slept, unaware and peacefully for several hours, before the first nightmare struck.

She tossed and turned, breaking out in a cold sweat as a whimper came from her and she kicked the covers off as she whimpered and moaned, trembling and covered in a thin film of sweat as she murmured, "no.......no please don't....." Her body wracked with shivers as she tossed restlessly, trying to wake up from the nightmare.

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Slut slept deeply as a soft moan left her when in her subconscious felt him groping and fondling her breasts. She felt him whisper in her ear but she continued to sleep as she meekly nodded. She slept peacefully for another hour and a half and then she woke up and took off the blindfold, blinking her eyes, stretching and yawning as she stood up. She felt something around her waist and she looked down, it was a chastity belt and her eyes widened in surprise, had she done something wrong or punishable? She bit her bottom lip as she walked downstairs, still nude, except for the chastity belt around her waist as she murmured, "good morning, Master, and yes please." She smiled softly and went to sit at the table, shifting uncomfortably in the belt as she looked up at him, she smiled and nodded, "I loved it Master."
 
It had been quite early in the morning when he had heard the murmuring from the other side. Yawning, he rubbed his eyes and walked into her room, careful not to disturb her only to gasp softly when he saw her tossing relentlessly, having thrown aside the blanket she used to cover herself, a fine sheen of sweat glistening against the dawning sun when he saw her, asleep and tossing in a nightmare. He walked right up to her, softly placing his hands onto her shoulder. "P-please wake up, Heather! It's just a dream, snap out of it!" he pleaded with her. When it became apparent that none of that worked, he leaned forward and embraced her, whispering to her ear "I won't harm you...ever again. I promise."

It was a weak promise...but Nathaniel would do his best to ensure that she was safe and taken care off in the days that she was allowed to live by his side. "If you wake up now...I'll prepare you breakfast!" he whispered, softly inviting her to awaken, despite the fluster on his cheek...

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"I'd expect nothing more from you, Mallory." he whispered, softly poking fun towards her as he served her up a few pancakes, placing some fruit onto the plate and the container of syrup nearby. "Oh, if you're wondering, the belt is there to keep you on edge. I'll make sure today is going to be very strenuous with the bondage you'll be in." he whispered, "But for now...no orgasms. Can you handle that?" he asked, softly unbuttoning his pants.

"But, before we eat...you need to start off with a nice dose of semen..." he whispered, gently showing her his now hardened-manhood. After sucking him off she'll get the privilege to eat and after then, she would be put into bondage and even more torture.
 
Heather tossed and turned in the bed, the sheets tangling up and dampening with the sweat that seemed to coat her body with a cold, clammy film. She whimpered out as she murmured, "please no....no more." Then she felt the embrace and she slowly relaxed, her tremors stopping as she sighed and slowly her eyes fluttered open as she looked up at him. She was relieved that he had awakened her and saved her from the torment of the nightmare as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his in a grateful gesture as if thanking him for waking her as she trailed her tongue softly over the outline of his lips, a passionate and, yet, grateful kiss as she sat up slowly, pulling away from him, and ending the kiss with a small peck as she murmured, "thank....thank you."

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Slut smiled softly as he poked fun at her, but she was slightly worried that he meant it and she looked up at him as he set down a plate heaped with fruit and pancakes. She giggled and smiled, anticipating today because she knew that when he spoiled her like this it was because he was going to put her through more and, perhaps, slightly worse torture and bondage today than yesterday. She heard his next words and she almost pouted as he said for now no orgasms as she squirmed in her seat again, uncomfortably. She finally, hesitantly and reluctantly nodded as she looked down, noticing he was unbuttoning his pants. She nodded quietly as she got down on her knees from the chair and looked up at him, a playful smile flitting across her lips as she said, "of course...as you wish......and I can handle it, though, I wish not to." she reached up and with a flick of her wrists had his pants and boxers down to his knees as she leaned forward, kissing the tip before she devoured him, slowly at first, swirling her tongue around his member as she begin to slowly suck on it.
 
The sudden kiss brought his cheeks to fluster, feeling a warmth form within his heart. A woman's kiss...a passionate one, though he felt himself sinking into the kiss he quickly withdrew, rubbing the back of his neck nervously with his left hand. "Ehehehe...Y-you're welcome!" He straightened up, offering her a change of clothing. They were men's wear...but they would suffice until he brought her a new and fresh set of clothing! "Did you want to eat anything in particular for today?" he asked, "I'm sort of in the mood for a little omelet, but it's up to you!" He wanted to treat her right, perhaps even treat her out for a dinner in some restaurant...

"Oh, by the way...we'll go shopping for your clothes after. Here's a towel; maybe you can bathe to clean yourself. You were pretty clammy when I saw you." he whispered, blushing. He didn't mean to peek at her body like that, but...he just wanted to ensure that she was safe. Tying an apron around his waist, he cracked a few eggs and got to cooking up their breakfast...

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"Ughnnhh...G-goooohhdd..." he moaned. She wasn't as good as Heather was, who seemed to be a natural, but she did just fine, topping him off as he spurt out his semen into her mouth. She was so experienced that she pretty much took it all in. The moment he pulled away his shaft, his sensations tingled feeling her tongue licking and cleaning him away. "Good girl. I'm sure you can endure it...if you're going to be a good girl, that is..." he whispered, softly stroking her nipple as he beckoned her to eat. While they ate happily, he asked "I'd rather you save all the frustration for one big orgasm rather than to have many little ones. You know...building up tension and all~" he teased.

When they were finished, he put away the plates. He'd definitely get to washing them later. "No need to wash. Just follow me so we can get started..." he beckoned, getting her to follow him to the main room, right where she had been tortured with the device. The piano was there and he looked quite ready to play it. But before that...he had to give her a choice. "Would you rather suffer in a painful wooden horse ride and get a good fucking after, or perhaps just suffer some gentler bondage while enduring countless orgasms?" he asked, holding up the piano attachment, the same one he had used on Heather and eventually her for the orgasm marathon. This was going to be another rough and full day in bondage...was she ready for it?
 
Heather smiled up at him and took the clothes as she stood up and took the towel, thanking him again as she nodded and murmured, "yes please I would like an omelet as well." She giggled softly and then as he left to go downstairs, she went to the bathroom, blushing slightly as she turned on the shower head and let the water warm up, before she stepped in, setting the towel aside on the counter as she started washing her hair and her body, sighing in relief as she washed away all the trauma of yesterday and all of the grime as she closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she just let the water run over her smooth, short blonde hair.

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Slut moaned and swallowed his semen, and as he pulled away, she started to lick him clean as she blushed and nodded in agreement to his words. She giggled softly and looked down at the chastity belt, she knew that he was building up the tension, but she wanted to orgasm right now and she stood up to eat, sitting down at the table as she ate her plate of pancakes and looked up at him as he put the dishes into the sink. She was about to stand up and go to wash them, but then she heard his words and she nodded eagerly, following him. She looked over to the horse and smiled as she nodded and pointed over to the horse, "the horse please, Master." she murmured, giggling in slight anticipation for the good fucking afterwards.
 
Watching Heather walk upstairs, he felt relieved that she had managed to retain her sanity. Sadly, the same could not be said about Mallory, whose new name was now 'Slut' and continued to refer to herself as such. There was a certain degree of masochistic admiration she had for her 'master'. He tried to think nothing of it, folding the omelette as he served it with some toast and orange juice. The sound of water from the shower soon died out and he was expecting Heather to descend from the stairs, ready to eat her breakfast.

When she returned, Nathaniel smiled, serving up the plate of her food. "Here you are, Heather." he whispered. After a brief prayer, they got back to eating. "Say...how did you end up with him, anyways?" he asked, looking up towards Heather as he asked her thoughtfully. He wanted to know just why she ended up as a servant to his family. He wanted to secure her freedom, that was for sure.

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Of course. Could he expect anything less for his beautiful slut than to pick the more harsh punishment? "How typical of you, my whore." he whispered, his sweet words almost enticing to the ear as he grabbed her by the forearm, leading her towards the horse. She was to endure this torture for quite some time, possibly until her pussy was extremely sore that a rough fucking might just become a punishment for her!

Taking some rope from above, he bound her arms into a box tie, leaving her breasts well accentuated by the rope bra. Pulling up, she was suspended into the air briefly before he straightened up her legs and lowered her onto the sharp edge of the horse, just as the tip pressed right against her labia. Taking her legs, he bound her ankles to her thighs, fitting a rather large ball gag onto her mouth, almost getting her to drool instantly. Then, with a few harsh clover clamps, her nipples jingled with bells, a fitting accessory for a whore like her.

And then, the finale: he lowered the slack, now forcing her body weight to crush her tender pussy upon the dull edge of the rope, unable to use her feet to regulate her weight. "Sing a song for me, whore." he whispered, drawing out a whip as he softly struck her belly and her breasts...
 
Heather smiled as she sat down, bathed, showered, clean and dressed as she started eating. She sighed softly in relief, she didn't realize how hungry she was as she seemed to swallow the food whole, almost inhaling it. Then she realized it had been two days since her last real meal. She slowed down, not wanting her stomach to sour and hurt. She started eating more slowly as she scooped the food into her mouth, chewing and then she heard his question and she felt her cheeks flush as she murmured softly, "Well my family was in debt to your brother and they offered me up in exchange for their debt because they couldn't pay it." She flushed a deeper red as she bit her bottom lip and then continued to eat.

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Slut flushed a soft red as he led her towards the horse and she shivered slightly as she squirmed a bit. She felt him tying her arms into a box tie and pulling her up, until she was suspended above the wooden board of the horse. She squirmed again, anticipating the torture as he bound her ankles to her thighs and fitted with a ball gag. Drool immediately started dripping as the ball was larger than normal and she let out a muffled moan as he clamped on the clover clamps and pulled one so that it was tied against the wooden horn as she let out a muffled whimper as she felt her weigh crush her pussy up against the wood, as he lowered the slack. She let out another muffled moan and a whimper as drool dripped down her chin and she squirmed slightly, her nipples, swelling and throbbing almost painfully as she moaned out again. Then she felt the lash of the whip against her belly and her breasts and she moaned out as she nodded, and tried to sing a song for him, though it came out garbled and muffled as more drool dripped down from her mouth.
 
Truly an unfortunate story. It almost made him a bit...concerned that his brother would make such a sinister deal just to acquire Heather's life. Was Mallory a victim of such unscrupulous dealings as well? "That...is most unfortunate." he said in retort, "I didn't think my brother would make such deals..." While the two were as different as night and day, they were still siblings, bound by blood and a childhood they spent together. It was hard to imagine that his brother had become something else, a former shadow of his once kindly self.

Trying to shift the rather...dark and emotional topic away, he put forth a convincing smile asking "What was your life like before...this happened?" he asked curiously, wanting to know more about Heather. While he had dealt with girls in the past, he was genuinely interested in her life and what had happened before that. Perhaps they could become closer together and maybe even...give her what little he could of her former life back!

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It almost terrified him to know just how much punishment his favorite sex toy could take. Something must be very wrong with the young girl: it was like pain was pleasure for her, the absence of suffering and agony was almost unbearable for a girl who, having gotten used to his touch and tortures would get antsy getting by an entire day without being brought to orgasm or tortured in some way by her beloved master.

Watching her dangle and struggle to provide him some show did arouse him, feeding his seemingly unending gluttony for her pain and agony. The wetness dripped from the horse, drool joining with her pussy juices as her nipple clamps jingled happily. "You look quite thrilled. Are you perhaps excited for the good fucking you'll be getting?" he asked, smiling as he, cruelly, tore off the clamps, almost certain to cause quite a bit of pain and soreness onto her nipples.

Then, in standard fashion, he clamped them back on. "Tell me slut, what do you like best about being my pain whore?" he asked, taking out a cat-o-nine tails, smiling as he struck her rear, lashing at her back gently. Each stroke was harsh enough to produce pain yet didn't leave any permanent marks. "Squeal for me, whore!"
 
Heather blushed and looked down, picking at her food with her fork. She heard the hurt and pain in Nathaniel's voice and she could only imagine that he had no clue that his brother would perform such atrocities, but Heather knew better. She took another bite, though, she felt sick and wished she could go home, perhaps, when she left Nathaniel's she'd try to escape, and she wouldn't have to go back to Steven. She knew if she returned to her parent's house, they'd return her to Steven, it was either that, or have the police upon them, she also knew that if she returned to Nathaniel, Steven would find her eventually. She bit her bottom lip, she would have live on the streets until she got a job and could get a cheap apartment, though, she doubted it would work, but she knew she had to try. If she could escape on the way back to Steven, perhaps, she would return to Nathaniel, she would feel horrible if she left without saying goodbye to him, as he had been so nice her and was continuing to be nice and providing for her. She picked at her food and then looked up, taking another bite as she perked up when he switched the topic and she smiled as she thought of her old life, remembering the times she had been carefree, going to movies with her friends and just hitting the town with her friends, going into shops, oohing and awhing over some new clothes and shoes. She smiled and murmured,

"Well I did used to go to movies and hit the shops around town, that was fun, lots of fun actually. I would also like to go to the park at night just to kick it at the park, it was kinda scary at night, but I had my friends, sometimes we'd even take a dare and go to the cemetary at night, that was always fun, scary, but fun."

Heather giggled softly, and blushed, the nausea fading as she finished her plate and pushed it aside, grabbing her orange juice to chase down the omelet as she waited for a response from Nathaniel as she blushed a deeper red and looked down, a bit self-conscious, as she picked at the hem of the sweater she had on, it was bit baggy, along with the jeans, but she had a belt around the jeans and a belt cinching the sweater around her stomach, so that it looked somewhat fashionable as she smiled softly and looked at him, tilting her head curiously as she took another sip of her orange juice, quickly finishing it as she smiled softly again, blushing and still slightly self-conscious.

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Slut moaned out and squirmed, her pussy crushed up against the wooden horse, and rubbing against the ropes that bound her. It burned and at the same time, throbbed with pain, although, she could feel her juices dripping as she squirmed. She whimpered and nodded, in response to his question as her eyes glazed over slightly. Her juices were dripping, along with her drool as she tried to mumble out garbled responses to his words. She then let out a muffled scream of pain as he tore off the nipple clamps. She whimpered as her nipples throbbed and pulsed painfully, she squirmed as she whimpered when he placed the clamps back on. She felt herself grow more wet, her eyes glazed with her arousal as she let out a soft moan, squirming again. Her eyes widened as she saw the cat-o-nine and she jolted as he struck her rear, and lashed at her back, causing her to cry out, squealing in pain as she squirmed, more drool dripping down her chin as she tried to mumble out a response to his question,

"I.....I lieee to pweaeee ou, Aser and oveeee he mulile orasms annn he orasm eniaaa. I......I ikeeee oo pweasseee ouuu trugh ain."

It translated to, "I like to please you, Master, and love the multiple orgasms and the orgasm denials. I like to please you through pain."

She moaned out louder as he struck her again, causing her to jolt, rubbing her pussy against the unforgiving and hard as a rock wood and the rubbing, burning rope, as her juices dripped heavily, her eyes fluttering as she moaned out loudly again, drool dripping down her chin, making long threads of drool connect to the wood and mingle with her juices as her nipples throbbed painfully with each jolting and sudden movement. She squealed and moaned out, juices dripping and soaking her legs and her inner thighs as she squirmed, jolted, and moaned out her arousal from the pain and the pleasure she was receiving as a result of the pain.
 
A typical life...oh how he envied her. Ever since he was young he was always ostracized for being that 'rich boy' who always wanted to get along. As a result he was quite close with his brother. While they rarely went outside, most of that changed when he began to study medicine. Nathaniel still couldn't believe he'd do such a horrible thing to Heather. And worst yet...just why her parents would sell her off to a terrible life without a second thought. Wasn't she their daughter, not just a property to be sold off as a Plan B when paying off mortgage. "If...you want we could got to the movies when we have time." he said, playing with his hands as he flushed slightly. "I...It's the least I could do after what had happened with you yesterday..." Nathaniel was, atleast, trying his best to appear charitable and kind.

She looked quite fashionable in her dress, which was strange considering it was pretty much mostly clothing chosen by his tomboy servant Maredith. Even so, he picked up the dishes and started washing. He really didn't want to trouble any of his servants with something so trivial, so he, the master of the house, learned how to care for himself. In this small home, he had only his personal servant and now, Heather living by temporarily. Maredith was out to buy some groceries, having only returned from overseas just recently. "We could do that after buying your clothes...you must be getting tired of wearing hand-me-downs." he joked, taking his coat. He didn't like driving, so it would be walking down the park for the two.

Despite their closeness, he was quick to remind himself that she was not his girlfriend. "Say, Heather...can you tell me more about yourself?" he asked curiously, flustering gently as they walked past the park, the shop and eventually, towards the mall. He wasn't sure which shop she'd want to go, so they went to a general clothing store. Nothing high end, though.

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Truly, truly depraved and utterly craven was her desire for pussy that it was disturbing. Her kind would be the type who needed to be locked up in an asylum and perhaps to consult a psychiatrist. Yet, she was neither that because she was his slave. A normal girl who, having been placed into slavery almost willingly accepted all the abuse he gave onto her. All that he would give she would take, easily taking so much abuse before melting into a blissful pile of girlflesh. Drooling with her juices leaking down low, she seemed to be drifting off into space, eyes glazed as she continued to straddle the painful torture device with little concern for her well being.

The way she spoke almost craved his attention, as if she lived and died solely by the very words he would speak to her. Truly, his writhing piece of flesh before him was truly his...addicted to the deprave abuse he would impart to her day by day, her body with a high pain tolerance took all the abuse she would endure, smiling through it all. His hand softly patted her head, playing with her beautiful, yet now sweaty hair. "Good girl. I expected nothing less from my favorite slave..."

Slave...yes, that was all she was now. A toy for his use, serving his every whim until she day she is to be discarded. For now, he took what looked like weights, placing them onto her ankles to further press her body against the edge. Then, he took a small piece of twine, connecting it to the chain between her clamps then tying it to the other end of the horse. She was then made to lean forward, to further the pressure onto that point. "Now now, while I go out, count starting from one. Am I understood?" he asked, smiling as he walked out, gone for almost thirty minutes as she endured this hellish torture...

Any ordinary woman would have fainted. But his pain slut? She could take more pain than anyone he knew!
 
Heather smiled softly, a blush spreading over her cheeks as she nodded and murmured, "I would like that." Then she stood up as he did and got ready to go out, a bit excited to be going out, it would prevent her from thinking too much about what had happened and what was going to happen. Just for thinking about it, a low headache throbbed in the back of her head and she was grateful for any distraction, she could afford. She was genuinely enjoying herself as they went through the parks and the mall, going into a general store as she browsed through the clothing. Then she heard his question and she flushed a deeper red, part of her wanted to please him, he was enjoyable company and she found herself liking him more and more, but she would be embarrassed if she told him about herself, there were skeletons in her closet after all. What if he didn't understand, or thought her to be a whore for her actions? She shook off her thoughts and, finally, murmured, "Well high school was tough for me, and everyone called me names sucking Heather, that sorts. So, I became strong, and cut my hair, I rebelled, and soon found that I didn't care what the others said about me." She blushed, hoping he wouldn't asked where the name had originated from, but if he did, she would tell him the truth. She didn't want to lie to him, couldn't lie to him, not when he was being so kind to her in return. She continued browsing through the clothes as she waited for his response to her revelation.
 
Heather smiled softly, a blush spreading over her cheeks as she nodded and murmured, "I would like that." Then she stood up as he did and got ready to go out, a bit excited to be going out, it would prevent her from thinking too much about what had happened and what was going to happen. Just for thinking about it, a low headache throbbed in the back of her head and she was grateful for any distraction, she could afford. She was genuinely enjoying herself as they went through the parks and the mall, going into a general store as she browsed through the clothing. Then she heard his question and she flushed a deeper red, part of her wanted to please him, he was enjoyable company and she found herself liking him more and more, but she would be embarrassed if she told him about herself, there were skeletons in her closet after all. What if he didn't understand, or thought her to be a whore for her actions? She shook off her thoughts and, finally, murmured, "Well high school was tough for me, and everyone called me names sucking Heather, that sorts. So, I became strong, and cut my hair, I rebelled, and soon found that I didn't care what the others said about me." She blushed, hoping he wouldn't asked where the name had originated from, but if he did, she would tell him the truth. She didn't want to lie to him, couldn't lie to him, not when he was being so kind to her in return. She continued browsing through the clothes as she waited for his response to her revelation.

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Slut let out another, soft, muffled moan, drool dripping down her chin, her nipples swollen, red, and throbbing with pain as her eyes became glazed over, glossy as she drifted out of the real world. Now, now she was in her own world of sweet agony, daydreaming about the countless tortures as another soft moan of longing and desire came from her. She felt weights being put on her ankles and a muffled squeal came from her, sweat dripping down the sides of her face as her pussy was crushed even more impossibly down upon the wooden horse. She felt him tie a piece of twine and pull on it, making her lean forward as muffled whimpers and whines came from her and she squirmed slightly, hearing his voice and his command as she shivered, another low moan coming from her, strings of drool connecting her chin to the wood as more juices dripped from her aching, swollen clit as more pressure was put upon it. She nodded as she started counting and by the time he returned she was at 1800 as another muffled moan parted her lips upon seeing him reenter the room. Her clit was swollen, dripping with juices and a light blue in color, slowly deepening with each second to a darker blue and purple as another moan parted from her. Her nipples were also a dark purple by now, throbbing and swollen, from the lack of circulation and her eyes were glossy and her body dripping with a collection of drool, sweat and the juices of her own arousal as she tried to look at him, seeing him approach her.
 
"Aha~ We are in agreement then!" he said, unable to contain his brief happiness. While his happiness did come off as forced, he tried not to show this otherwise, just wanting to promote happiness and enthusiasm with her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel down because of the events that transpired yesterday. If he had to, he was going to spoil her with trips to the mall and all such. When he heard about a brief snippet of her past, he couldn't help but fluster. He was expecting her to say things like what her favorite animal was, her color or what kinds of clothes she wore, not that! "B-bu...but why?" he asked, stammering. He ended up flustering, quite ashamed that he'd end up blushing that quickly! What was he, a prude?

Even so, he tried to keep his voice down, interested in just what she was interested in wearing. Times like these made him look forward to browsing through the clothes they have on inventory: the more time they spent here, the better, for sure! After seeing her in different clothes, he nodded with a smile and paid for them all and soon enough they found themselves sitting on a table ready to order for their meals. It was a quiet part, so he wasn't going to count on anyone eavesdropping. "Do you think it's possible to go back home?" he asked curiously, not sure if he struck the wrong cord. One false step...and it could all come falling down, despite working hard to make her feel better.

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Her body had sustained such brutal torment. Yet, he delighted in seeing the suffering in her eyes, glazed over and utterly senseless, as if drifting off into subspace, without a care in the world. Of course it was time, so he removed her binds and everything that kept her tied up, wanting to give her time to heal. Her battered pussy needed some time off before he would give her a vicious pounding as he promised! "You did well, my fuck slut." he whispered, leaving the gag and the blindfold on, helping her up onto a bed. Even if she was hypersensitive, he'd only give her atleast an hour of rest, nothing more.

He helped her ease into a bathtub full of warm and hot water. "Just relax..." he whispered, undressing also as he joined her, his hands soft to the touch as he massaged her sore bits, trying to provide top-notch aftercare. "You suffered so exquisitely...I loved watching you struggle, drool and squirm." he complimented, kissing her gagged lower lip as he slowly undid the gag and blindfold, tossing the toys aside. Then, with a deep kiss, he forced his tongue inside, breathing deep and feeling his erection against her thigh.
 
Heather flushed deeply as she looked at the clothes, needing a distraction as she bit her bottom lip when she heard his question. She picked out some tight, skinny, red jeans and a black tang top, along with some converse and as he paid for them she smiled, thanked him, and went to change. It was not long before she was sitting across from him, picking out something from the menu to eat as she looked at him, again biting her lower lip as she shook her head slightly upon his next question. "Well, truthfully, no I don't think I could go home, and even so, I wouldn't, what to face the bullying, the taunts, the teasing. I was young and easily coerced, sometimes blackmailed, sometimes frightened into doing things that I didn't want to do, by my ex-boyfriends. Why do you think they called me sucking Heather." She frowned and as her drink got there, she sighed with the relief of a distraction, pushing her straw through the black liquid as bubbles popped on the surface and she looked at him, afraid of what he would think as she waited for her meal to come, leaning down and sipping the refreshing coca cola as she watched him.

Though, it was only subtle changes that had happened, they were still noticeable, right now, you could tell that she was bitter by the tightening of her jawline, the stiffening of her spine and by the way her hands balled into fists as they rested upon her knees. She knew that this was the past, but still it made her bitter, it was until she had turned it around on the bullies, and lived up to her name, it was then that they had no ammo to go off of. It was then that they stopped and found it no fun to pick on her anymore, though, her jaw worked, side to side, up and down as she thought about it, giving a light shake of her head. Her normally blue eyes were clouded with memories of the past, now a murky grey, and again she shook her head as she received her platter, her eyes turning back to blue as she relaxed and the memories receded as she dug into the platter, eating as she looked at him, wondering if she was ashamed by her actions, or horrified that she would do such things.

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Slut let out another muffled moan, unable to see, though, she heard him walking and could almost, papably, sense him there as she felt him untying her. She let out a slight, muffled whimper as she stumbled to her feet, her knees wobbling and shaking with the effort as she tried to stand up. She had to lean against him for support as pain burned and seared through her lower half, and throbbed through her upper half and then she felt hot water touching her, sliding up over her body. She figured a bath and she tried to look away, then she felt him slide in next to her and she jolted slightly as he begin to message her nipples and her pussy. She let out another gagged, gurgled moan as she heard him speaking to her, and kissing her lower lip as she felt the gag come off and the blindfold. She blinked in the light, her eyes still slightly glossy as she leaned against him, and murmured, a smile playing and tugging on the corners of her lips, "thank.....thank you, Master." Though, those were the only words she were able to get out as he blocked further words with his mouth, pressing his tongue inside as she moaned out again.

She eagerly pressed her tongue up to meet his as she felt his erection against her back and she felt anticipation and excitement for what was to come. She squirmed slightly as he kissed her, and she returned the kiss with the same amount of desperation and passion.
 
"Ah...I-I see..." Yes, for sure her brief moment of slavery was to be a scar onto her body. Especially since despite her beautiful looks and her kind disposition, she tended to be bullied. Nathaniel felt so much pity for her. When he realized just why she was called such, he fell quiet. He didn't want to resurrect the pain she felt from those times long past. He wanted her to feel welcome, safe and secure now. Especially since soon enough, she would have to return to a life of degradation, torture and arousal at the hands of his brother. He suddenly lost his appetite, but that for sure did not apply to Heather as she ate voraciously. "S-so...what was your favorite class back then?" Nathaniel asked, shakily.

He wanted to connect with Heather; to reinforce she was more than just a slave for him. That she was a person to Nathaniel, contrary to what his brother may think. He took a sip from his beverage, curiously. His eyes showed that he did not judge her one bit, with a slight hint of...attraction to her. "You know, if you want we can go out to the movies or a walk...would sure beat just being at home." he said, musing about. Trying to bring back the old days would be best, but he deliberated on what she wanted as she came to finish eating...

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"No...thank you." he whispered, his fingers gently tweaking and pinching her still-sensitive nipples, seemingly under the pretense of cleaning her chest. Letting the suds clean up her sweat, drool and pussy juices, the water did well to cleanse her weary body. She had endured so much that he practically had to support her tired and weary body. "How did you like our sessions?" he asked, "Would be great if I had that sex toy here too...would love to hear you both scream while ball-gagged!" He laughed at the thought, soaping away her hair with the shampoo. Washing away the suds, he turned to her, his erection hard and poking out of the water.

"Service me." he commanded, leaning back a little, "Tonight I'll keep my end of the bargain." And by that, he meant penetrative sex. Even though she was probably beyond exhausted and utterly worn down from the seemingly torturous 48 hours, he knew she was ready and always accepting of any opportunity for him to ram his cock into her.
 
Heather smiled as she kept eating, occasionally chasing the food down with a drink as she murmured, in an answer to him, "My favorite class was choir, I always loved to sing." She finished her plate and looked at him, smiling softly. The gears in her mind were still turning about how she would escape, she like Nathaniel, but hated his brother. She twirled her fork on her plate, thinking about her situation, she didn't want to go back to his bother. However, she knew that he had a legal document claiming her as a dependent of both him and Nathaniel, which means if she ran away, she could get in trouble with the authorities, but what if they didn't find her. She heard his question as she smiled, and nodded, "yeah, I would love to go to the movies." She smiled at the thought, still thinking. She would definitely go back to Nathaniel, maybe spend one last day with him as a goodbye, because she knew that the first place his brother would look for her would be at Nathaniel's house.

She shivered slightly, afraid of her plans, if they didn't work and he found her, she'd be dead meat. She would be tortured and she knew that he couldn't catch her. She would be tortured until she passed out or until she couldn't bear it anymore and she shuddered at the thought. She didn't want to go back to him, but she would enjoy the time she had with Nathaniel and then would put her plans into action.


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Slut moaned out softly and whimpered quietly as he continued to clean her chest and she leaned back against him. Her eyes fluttering closed as she rested and then heard his question as she opened her eyes and murmured, "Well I love them, Master." She felt his hands move to her hair where she felt him wash it and then she felt him turning her around. She blushed lightly as she smiled and nodded, knowing what his bargain was as she smiled again eagerly as she wrapped her hands around his member and begin to slowly work him with her fingers as she stroked and caressed him as she went faster, trying to pleasure him as she smiled softly and looked at him, asking, "Am I doing alright, Master?" She kept working his member as she blushed lightly.
 
"Choir, huh? You know...I want to hear you sing sometime..." he said, blushing softly as he mused upon the subject. To think, she used to live a normal life until something horrendous happened to her...why did something as evil as Slavery exist in this world? When she accepted his offer, he was very happy. "A-ahh! What movie did you want to watch? I heard Pacific Rim was good..." he said, trying his best to hide the flush on his cheeks. While Heather didn't seem like the kind of person he would ever go out on a date with, what with her being far more beautiful and deserving of someone better than him, he felt like it was his own compulsion to try and treat her better, in vain hope that it would undo what horrible things his brother did to her. Did he want to prove himself? Or...was it that his feelings for her were truly empty?

Nevertheless, he smiled along, as they ate together. "...Can't you just go back home? I'm sure your parents will understand..." he said, not really watching his words carefully. He seemed so clueless as to how this world truly ran...whether by ignorance or purely not knowing, who can tell?

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To think that once, Slut was a girl who resisted, crying for help whenever he was close. But after the first moment the ropes touched, it seemed like she let go, embracing a hidden masochist deep inside. Fully devoted to him, she would pleasure him as he pleased: if anything, she would always be wanting more even after he was exhausted and tired. To think someone else would outdo his seemingly abounding lust! Feeling her digits wrap around his manhood, he moaned, feeling his throat quiver with passion.

"Mhhnn...G-goood..." he moaned, almost insinuating for her to take him in with her mouth and make him cum. Just how lustful was she? Was he ever going to fill in her endless gluttony for sexual arousal? "After that...we'll sleep well and we'll train you a little more...just so you can show off to Heather- I mean, Slave, when she returns~" The contract was to get acquainted with the two brothers, then to return to him for a good seven weeks, alternating.
 
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