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A Princess Bride! (Grace X QB)

She wanted to be treated 'royally' so a royal treatment was what she was going to get! Lord Delamarcis of Thanesbrook had married to the Princess, quite appalled at her attitude of being a spoiled and self-entitled brat. Even during their marriage he had already craved to 'set her right'. Her mother, the Queen cared little for the young lady, instead favoring her older sister Elincia, a woman of more refined and elegant upraising. Was it no surprise she was married off to a Duke in her own country rather than a foreign prince? As of late, the impetus to perform the actions that was to come now was all a result of a letter he received from the queen, telling him to 'straighten' up his new bride by any means necessary.

That was all the pretense he needed.

And so, he was led to her chamber by his servant. There, he saw, was his head maid, Eliza, tying the ropes around her body. Standing upwards, wearing her beautiful dress, she was bound, her arms over her shoulder, wrists together and bound right at the back of her neck. Ropes ran above and below her modest breasts, accentuating them. The position of the bondage was sure to be strenuous, just the effect he was aiming for as she continued to tie the Royal girl up, despite her squeals from behind a rather...feminine smelling gag. He made sure that the Maid use her own undergarments from yesterday to serve as the cleavegag, to further the humiliation as her legs were forced apart, perhaps to stop her from kicking at the maid.

When the bondage was complete, Eliza stood right by his side, bowing respectfully as Nathaniel walked up, clasping her chin. "Good morning, my love." he whispered, hand softly going down low to her hoisted skirt, lifted partially so that the flowing dress that reached all the way from her ankles could be moved aside for the juicy parts. Her skirt was tied up from a rope that circled her waist, pinning the back area while a rope from above tied it upwards. With her arms bound in such a way and the ropes from the rafters, she wasn't going anywhere.
 
Lisette growled from behind the gag at the maid, before the maid left to stand by her new husband... She honestly had no idea why she had agreed to marry that man! The way she was tied was rather uncomfortable, and it wouldn't be anywhere near a uncomfortable if she was lying down, but she'd been made to stand, her arms rendered practically useless and they were beginning to go rather numb!

As her husband walked up to her and clasped her chin, she angrily growled at him... How could he do this to her! She was a princess, and he was just a duke! And she wondered if her parents knew what was happening to her right now! She looked down at his hand as it moved down to her skirt and she felt her legs start trembling slightly the rather disgusting cleave gag stopping her from protesting against him... Instead she simply glared into his eyes, her way of showing him that she wasn't happy with, and that he should stop now, before she got angrier with him! He hadn't even spent the time tying her up himself, instead he'd got the maid to do it! None of this was what she had expected when she had agreed to marry him! She'd expected to be treated properly, like she deserved to be!
 
"Did I ever tell you just how much I love seeing you angry?" he asked, the momentary repose from fondling her lower bits achieved when he kissed her cheek. Her gag smelt of femininity, did she love how she tasted with the gag in her mouth? Unable to do much but writhe in the tight bondage, he was practically free to do what he pleased; a liberty he did not hesitate on abusing the moment his hands reached out and began to press onto her breasts, feeling her nipples perk from beneath. There was no denying it: she could get as angry as she wanted to, but she possessed the body of a female and like a female, she would react favorably upon the ministrations of his hands.

"Such unnecessary clothing." he whispered, unlatching the skirt, letting it fall into a heap as her silken lingerie was exposed, surprised that she was well-shaven down low as he began to fondle her gentle bits, fingers digging inside a she continued to stroke and insert. He then turned towards his maid, telling her "Grab me my possessions, Eliza." The maid bowed and soon walked away. "So, my wife...now begins your disciplining session..." he whispered, walking towards where the rope that held her up was tied. Untying it momentarily, he pulled down until she practically hung by her bound arms, enjoying the squeals of suffering before he lowered her down...upon her tip toes, of course!

The way she stood on her tiptoes made it so that if she tried to cover her vagina with her legs, she'd end up hanging by her full weight against the ropes, yet the strain of the position would surely take a toll on her. To make things worse, he knelt down, head just over at her panties. Just the mere breath made her lips warm, a noticably dark wet spot forming. "Tell me...are you truly a slut deep inside?" he asked, as his tongue softly pressed right against the cleft of her lips.
 
Lisette growled angrily as she heard her husband speak... He was enjoying this, wasn't he? She squealed into the gag as she felt his hands on her breasts and she tried to struggle away from him, but her restraints stopped her movement and she was just stood there at his mercy... She wanted him to stop, but like this she stood chance of getting him to stop touching her...

Then as she heard his words she frowned, only to feel her skirt dropping away, and suddenly she felt very exposed... She wasn't supposed to be seen like this! She was a princess and she deserved respect! Not to be treated like some whore! Then she felt him begin to fondle her lower regions and she couldn't but let a small moan escape... Then as he stopped she frowned at him, before shrieking as he moved her bonds so her feet were no longer touching the ground... She screamed against the gag in pain, hoping for it to stop soon! Then she felt her tiptoes hit the ground and she sighed in relief...

It wasn't particularly comfortable, but at least it wasn't painful anymore... Then she looked down to see his head just over her panties and she squeezed her eyes shut trying not to show any signs of arousal... She rapidly shook her head in response to his question before she felt his tongue pressing against her panties, causing her to moan slightly...
 
Of course he was simply playing off her natural reaction to all of this, but he saw the desperation...and the arousal in her eyes. It was just so enticing he couldn't say no! "I beg to differ..." he whispered enticingly, tongue gently pressing against her juicy, tight folds as the molestation showed no end. Despite that, he continued on and on, watching her resistance slowly wear down. Her moans were just music to his ears! Then, soon after...he began to take some more rope, especially the one that hung up her skirt before. Tying some ropes around her ankles, he made it so that he pulled upwards, forcing her to a cruel standing-up splits, noting her flexibility as he tied her legs close to her elbows.

In compensation, he lowered it so that she stood flat on her right foot, but the position was sure to be extremely strenuous so it mattered not. Despite that, the shape of her pussy strained against the now-damp cloth, smiling as he watched her face twist with agony and arousal. It wasn't dangerous...but it sure strained her body alot, being forced to such flexibility. He undid her blouse, letting her breasts literally pour out. Modestly sized, yet not too big nor small...just perfect!

His hands continued to gently massage and fondle her breasts, just before he removed her gag. "Say ahhhh..." he said, holding out a ball gag all while his hands continued to play with her breasts. Just what would her reaction be to all of this? He couldn't wait to find out!
 
Lisette grumbled in protest as her 'lovely' husband tied her leg up so it looked as though she was doing the splits, and it was a very uncomfortable position... However she was thankful that he lowered her so one foot was firmly on the ground. But being tied like this made her even more exposed as her panties pressed against her sensitive pussy, causing her to moan slightly... She could barely believe how wet her panties were!

The next thing she knew her husband was undoing the buttons on her blouse, leaving her breasts on display... She could barely even look at him... How could he do such a thing! An angry squeal escaped her mouth as he began fondling them... It really wasn't a good time.. Her panties were already soaked and she didn't want to look like any more of a slut! As he removed the gag, she found herself spitting to the side trying to get the taste out if her mouth.

"Do you really think I'm going to let you put that on me!" she said, her voice full of venom. "How could you do this to me? I'm a princess, or did that just happen to skip your stupid little brain!" she yelled at him, quite obviously angry at him...
 
"My dear Lisette..." his hand gently stroked her cheek, careful to avoid her mouth in case she wanted to bite him, "You are my wife now. And as your husband, I am free to do with you as I please." he whispered, gently stroking her vagina, feeling the flimsy silken cloth so drenched with her juices that it was practically sticking to her like a second skin. Such wetness...can she ever deny that she found this arousing? "Besides...isn't it in your tendency to submit? I mean...you are already turned on by all of this!"

Of course, that was how he saw it: her shaven puss was wet, her nipples perky, breath slightly strained and her face afluster. Lying will only serve to deny the truth: she was truly worked up by all of his ministrations. But, nevertheless, when she refused, he sighed as he pinched her nose. She couldn't breath if she kept her mouth closed, so he waited until she would open her mouth to get some air before he placed the gag into her mouth, pressing it right behind her teeth, tight and forcing her mouth ajar. Saliva began to pool at the bottom of her teeth. It wouldn't be long until she started drooling!

"Now now...are you my slut?" he asked. When he got the expected answer, he simply smiled and raised up the ropes, forcing her yet again to the balls of her right foot. "Maybe a bit of discipline can be learned in silent punishment! I'll be back in an hour. Don't fret, I'll make sure you're with company!" he said, smiling as Eliza approached her, her hands...smoothly working at her pussy, driving her closer and closer to a climax as her tongue worked at her hardened, pink nipples.
 
As she felt him stroke her pussy through her panties, she growled at him... "Don't do that!" she demanded as she managed to hold in a moan... "No, I could never be turned on by something this twisted!" she spat, her voice full of venom...

Then she felt him holding her nose and she knew what he was trying to do and she tried her hardest not to breathe, but soon necessity overcame her will and she open her mouth only for the gag to be forced into her mouth... She screamed against it angrily, then felt her husband changing the ropes so she was precariously balance on her tiptoes...

As she glared at him, she didn't listen to what he said... She was only aware of the maid, Eliza, coming closer to her... And she began touching her! Lisette screamed as loud as the gag would let her, not wanting to enjoy the feeling of Eliza expertly handling her delicate body, but after a short amount of time she was rhythmically moaning along to the feeling of Eliza touched her... But that wasn't the worst part... She was drooling for some reason!
Her moaning got louder and louder until she cried out in pleasure as and orgasm ripped through her...
 
Eliza clearly showed experience the way her hands stroked. It was like she knew just where the damsel was most sensitive, her deft fingers quick to arouse and stroke. When her fingers slowly drove her to orgasm, the woman sighed. "Oh dear. You made quite a mess." she whispered, gently teasing her as she smeared some of the residual juices onto her lower lips, taking a little bit of saliva as she, seductively, licked clean her finger, "You need to learn self control. From now on, you will beg for your orgasms. Am I clear?" It didn't matter to her mistress whether or not she agreed, her hands worked quickly to get her towards yet another orgasm.

As with all things, each orgasm made her pussy rawer and rawer, so she accounted for the fact that she may orgasm a bit quicker than before. Even so, she cruelly withdrew her body, letting her stew in the frustration of her the first time her orgasm was denied from her. And it wasn't so far off too! "As I stated, you will have to beg for the permission to cum. Now, what do you say?" she asked, smiling as her hands now tweaked her nipples, softly nibbling upon her pink nubs as the position continued to wear her out...
 
Lisette looked away from the woman as she began licking her fingers clean... It was so wrong, and the way she spoke to her was not the way she wanted to be spoken to... But the next thing she knew, the womans hands were at it again, working quickly as she built up to another orgasm...

Each time she orgasmed, she felt her body becoming weaker and weaker and her moans grew more and more tired, it was rather obvious how her physical state was diminishing... Then, as another orgasm was about to top through her body, Eliza withdrew her fingers causing a cry of frustration to break out from behind the gag... Her body felt as though it was on fire, and as she heard the woman speak, she felt tears of frustration welling up in her eyes... She didn't want to beg, but she couldn't bare being left like that, craving another orgasm...

"Please..." she tried to say around the gag, as she hung her head in shame... How could she be asking for this woman to continue with her violation... Then as the woman tweaked her sensitive nipples, Lisette moaned... Her whole body was far too sensitive...
 
This was almost too easy...her Highness Lisette was much too sensitive that it didn't take much work for her to stimulate her over to the plateau of arousal she so craved...even though Eliza allowed her to cum a few times here and there, the frustration build up would surely be all worth it. She was getting concerned with how well her body was taking her new-found flexibility, but he showed very little mind for it as she continued to drive her towards yet another orgasm, only to deny it from her. What came from her as 'please' came out 'Puuhheeeaasee'. Eliza chuckled softly, gently nibbling on her nipple.

"Please won't be enough, you whore. You have displeased the master so I will do everything in my ability to ensure your misery." she whispered, smiling in a friendly manner as he tongue began to work and work. After a second denial, she left the girl panting, half-dangling from the standing side splits she was forced to do as she walked back, taking with her what looked like a few...toys. One was shaped like a cylinder with a dull pointed end. It looked like a man's 'pecker'...yet this one looked quite big, bigger than what the girls in the courtyard had told her about when she was young...

"Have you seen...this before?" asked Eliza, softly pressing the head of the dildo against her ball gag, placing some of the drool dripping down her ball-gagged mouth onto it as she whispered "Your lot in this relationship is to obey. Now, do not cum unless I command you to." she commanded, pressing a button as the toy began to vibrate. The feeling of a...vibrating toy against her groin was just entirely different, like a hundred tongues all softly pressing against her tender parts. And it wasn't even the beginning: soon enough, she set the vibration speed one step higher than before, wondering how she would take the change...
 
As she was denied another orgasm, Lisette screamed in frustration as tears began flowing down her cheeks... Her right leg was shaking and she was seeming to have quite the difficulty as she wobbled around on the ball of her right foot... Then she just watched as Eliza picked up some sort of toy and held it up... Lisette had no idea what it was for, and as the maid asked if she'd seen one before, she shook her head, hoping that the other woman wouldn't be so cruel to her anymore...

Then as it was pressed against her groin as it gently vibrated, Lisette cried out in pleasure... She feel an orgasm building, but she had to stop it from coming over her... She had to focus on that... Attempting to take some pressure off her groin only resulted in her body falling forwards onto the vibrating dildo, so she gave up trying and simply stood there, moaning as she hung her head in shame as she tried not to cum, but it was getting so hard...
 
Her resignation indicated that her 'training' had shown progress. Despite that, she was quite surprised that she was this sensitive...the other girls took considerably longer to force them into submission. No doubt her master would enjoy watching her writhe in bondage, begging to be liberated from her bonds and to be brought over the edge. Despit the obvious suffering she was enduring, the maid showed very little mercy as she continued her onslaught, withdrawing the vibrating toy the moment she began to show signs of an impending climax.

This was almost too cruel! Such unjust torture! And then, with a whisper onto her ear, she clamped a harsh pair of nipple clips onto her breasts, leather padded at the tips yet pressing very harshly upon her nubs as she whispered "If you were a good girl, you'll just stand here until the master arrives." he whispered, "Maybe then He'll let you cum."

And with that, she left. All alone in her bondage, no longer feeling aroused yet the frustration remained. How else was she to ejaculate, to finally burst into climax as she hung there in her strenuous bondage? All alone, like a prisoner in a cell...only her room was exquisite and her chains were expertly woven ropes. It took him roughly an hour (Even though for the ball-gagged princess it must have felt like hours) to return.

And when he did, he removed her nipple clamps, enjoying her reaction when the blood rushed to her nipples once more. Drool dripping from her ball gag, she looked haggard, weary and most of all...aroused. Her panties were sticking to her, drenched from all of her love juices. "Did you want to cum?" he asked, seemingly wanting to give her the orgasm when his fingers quickly brought her up...only to leave her once more just as she got halfway. "You are going to have to work for it, slut."
 
Lisette cried out in frustration as she was denied yet another orgasm... She felt weak, her leg shaking violently as she did all she could to stop herself falling over, her nether regions throbbing and burning, desperate to reach a climax as she looked down at the ground... Then she felt the maid clamp something rather painfully to her nipples... She cried out, tears threatening to pour down her face as she writhed around, trying to lessen the pain... She heard the womans voice and didn't respond before she was left alone for what seemed like an age...

As she saw her husband, she looked away not wanting to see his blue eyes that she was sure would be laughing at her... Then she felt him remove the nipple clamps and she moaned softly, partly in pain, partly in pleasure but mainly just in relief... She was tired and cold, and too weak to try struggling any more, so she just balanced on the ball of her right foot her other leg tied towards the rafters rather painfully and beginning to go numb... She nodded as she heard his question, then moaned as he felt his fingers touching her, then she whimpered as she felt him pull away... She was too tired to protest properly... The next thing she knew she was glaring at him as he called her a slut...
 
Even though she was that exhausted, she continued to show what little resistance she had left! How cute! Taking a little bit of mercy upon his 'wife' he untied her upheld ankles, letting the somewhat numb left leg to rest. Yet...she wasn't even given a chance to sit down. Her panties were nothing more than a wet rag, drenched in her juices as it softly dripped from her panties and onto her inner thighs. Removing her gag, he gave her a moment's rest before he untied the ropes on her wrists, letting her finally regain control of her arms.

Leaving her to collapse like a pile onto the floor, he threw what looked like...a dog collar right on the floor. "Put that on. You've got some chores to do for today. Your training begins now, slut. If you want to know what punishment you'll be getting for disobeying me...you'll realize that I've been a gentleman up until this point!" His eyes showed utter ruthlessness...nowhere was the tender love of a husband.

Eliza was right behind him, holding a leash up close for him, perhaps to attach to her collar should she wear it. Upon closer inspection...she too wore a matching collar of her own. Was she too, a slave to his whim?
 
Lisette sighed in relief as she felt her leg being released and the blood beginning to return to it, but even allowed to have her leg in a more natural position wasn't exactly comfortable... She could feel her own juices dripping from her soaked panties and down her legs... Then she felt him removing her gag and she sighed, swallowing the drool before anymore could trickle out of her mouth... After that she felt her so-called 'husband' untying her arms and she finally had control of her body, but her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up and she collapsed into a pile on the floor...

As she looked up, a dog collar landed on the floor nearby her and she frowned as her husband told her to put it on... She narrowed her eyes and glared at the man, before reluctantly putting the collar on, not wanting to experience anything worse than she already had! As soon as it was on, she glared at the man again, before noticing that the maid was wearing a matching collar...
 
Her reluctance did show just how weary and tired she was. Perhaps now would be the best time to strike, while the iron was still hot. He would so enjoy breaking down her queen-like dignity, turning her into his personal sex slave! "Do you think she'll need the training belt, Eliza?" he asked. The maid smiled softly, bowing respectfully as she retrieved what looked like a chastity belt...though, judging by the extrusions near the vertical metal strap...it was all but meant for chastity. "I feel the princess requires one...just so she can learn her place without putting much time to waste, Master." she responded, with a hint of joy almost, as if she enjoyed imagining the very tool upon Lisette's body.

Her husband seemed to agree as well, but he knelt down and chained the leash to her collar. "If you're a good girl, you'll eat food fit for a Queen. If not, you'll eat the same feed I give to my dogs: slightly rotten leftovers." he whispered, not minding even if she was hungry or thirsty! Pulling the leash forward, Eliza picked up what looked like a long, thin and wispy little crop, the same used for horse training and struck her rump. Even with the flimsy cloth of her panties, it stung quite a bit.

"On all fours, your highness." she whispered, chuckling softly as she was, eventually, led to what looked like a dungeon cell. There was a solid iron gate, manacles that hung bolted on the wall. Just across it, locked in a copper gate was what looked like a wide selection of devices, some phallic shaped, others looking rather...ominous as she was thrown inside. "Strip." he commanded, "A slave has no use for clothes, only for those given by her master." he said. What little clothing she had to cover herself up for was all discarded. Eliza followed closely, placing the 'belt' right on the floor.

"When you're done. Kneel, sitting on your ankles. Hands behind your back, head down low. This is the position you are to assume unless I command you to otherwise. Am I clear?" he asked, nodding as Eliza walked in, making a few swats with the crop when she saw something wrong. When all was corrected, she too assumed the position, her form...almost entirely flawless. How many times had she been forced to this position?
 
As Lisette saw the belt, she simply glared at the man who she refused to call her husband... Then she simply looked down at the floor as Eliza spoke. She kept quiet, not wanting anymore torture for the day, and it was her way of showing her defiance! She would try as hard as she could to never speak to him, and that way she wasn't doing much wrong!

As she heard his voice from nearby, she glanced up to find herself staring into his blue eyes as he attached a leash to the collar she was forced to wear... She knew that her eyes were half filled with hatred for the man, the other half filled with pure fear of him, and anger at the thought that she had married such a foul creature! Something that enjoyed doing this to people... Then she felt something hitting her rear and she cried out in pain...

She growled at Eliza's words, but reluctantly did as she was told before crawling to what seemed like a torture chamber! Then the order that came from the mans mouth made her sick, but she still did as she was told without protesting... She doubted she would be able to protest, her mouth was that dry! After her clothes were removed, she glared at the man, pure hatred filling her eyes... She hated being naked... Before marrying this creature, she'd gotten into the habit of bathing in her underwear, so she didn't have to spend too long naked!

As she was given another order, she tried her best to follow, but her legs were still weak and it obviously wasn't good enough for him or Eliza as she was hot with the crop a few times, causing her to yelp slightly... Then she watched as Eliza got into the position and prayed that that would not be her in a few years time..
 
There was a genuine sense of...submission within Eliza's eyes and tone. It was like the servants she had back in the palace: cowed, respectful and extremely obedient. But, there was even a hint of...joy in her words, as if she truly enjoyed being a slave to Lisette's new 'master'. "I am going to teach you etiquette, girl, so listen carefully. If you fidget I will ensure that you will suffer for it. Understood?" Not once did Eliza look up to her master. Was it considered rude to do so?

"First rule: I am your master. Obey all I say and you will be rewarded. Disobey me and punishment will come soon after. Second rule: You are to assume that position whenever you are in my presence UNLESS you are commanded to do so otherwise." he said, striking the crop onto Lisette's thigh, rubbing the tip against her erect nipple. "And thirdly, you are to call me master. Whenever I inflict harm or pleasure to you, you are always to say 'Thank you, Master'. You must also use this name whenever you are to answer anything from me. For example..."

He walked right up towards Eliza, grasping her cheek. "Are you my slut, Eliza?" he asked to the maid. With a soft smile, she responded "Yes, Master." Such words...she wasn't even using a tone that showed defiance. Only a true sicko would enjoy being in this position. "Is that understood, slut?" he asked, now turning towards Lisette. If she did not speak up, then punishment was to be in order.
 
Lisette kept her eyes on the ground as she listened to the man speak... How much she hated him could never be expressed... He was such a foul creature with a twisted mind!

As she heard Eliza speak, she found herself wondering why Eliza was in this situation and why she seemed to be enjoying all of this... Was she just messed up in the head or was there something else that caused her to be like that!

"Yes master..." Lisette said a slight hunt of reluctance and defiance audible in her voice... She had trouble stopping herself from spitting the words... She didn't want to suffer any punishment...
 
Good. She was coming along very well. Perhaps if she continued this she would be allowed to eat on the table with him! "I have yet to put your obedience to the test, so let's test your will." he said, smiling as he knelt down beside her, hands softly stroking her exposed groin, fingers gently tweaking her right nipple. "Tell me...will you be my fucktoy, without a will and simply the need to crave my cock?" he asked. Such vulgarity! Was this all he married into, to become his master and for her to become his sex object?

Eliza, meanwhile, knelt perfectly still. The way she sat on her haunches while kneeling was indeed quite strenuous, but she was perfectly still and almost...meditative upon the entire issue. Despite that, he commanded her to stand and she did, as well as Lisette.

He lifted her ankle, forcing her to stay upright as the chastity belt was fitted over, sliding it all inside. The protrusions were positioned so that they fit right into her pussy and anus, especially at her rear. Did she ever get anything inserted there before?! Smiling, he had the chastity belt fitted, padlocked and completely held, filling her up in her lower regions entirely. "How does that feel, slut?" he asked. He knew Eliza didn't need to wear that for long, especially when the brown-haired maid took his commands almost perfectly, he didn't even need to 'train her'.

"Eliza, prepare my dinner. In the meanwhile...I shall play with this girl." "Yes, Master." replied the maid, as she excused herself. All alone and stark naked save for the chastity belt, he walked right up to her and said "Aren't you supposed to be in that position?" he asked, holding the crop as he struck her thighs and her nipples in punishment. "Now...we'll see. I'm sure you're rather new to things going IN your mouth, so I'll make this simple." He took out what looked like a leather-metal ring with a few straps on the sides. Then, he pushed the ring in behind her mouth, strapping it tight. It forced her mouth open and her tongue freed...perhaps for something sinister. He sat down on the chair, spreading his legs saying "Take my cock in your mouth and make me cum. Now."
 
The feeling of the protrusions inside of her made Lisette whimper in a slight pain and discomfort... It wasn't often anything was put into her vagina, and it was a first time for her tight tight asshole... She whimpered in pain as the crop hit her. "Thank you..." she said, her voice barely audible as she followed the rules he'd set...

Then she fell completely silent as she let him put the strange looking contraction into her mouth, forcing her mouth to remain open... Then she heard his order and her eyes widened as she reluctantly moved between his legs, not wanting to be punished...
 
All of a sudden, he frowned and grasped her chin, striking her cheek. "You are to call me master, didn't I say? You are supposed to say 'Thank you master' , not just thank you. Or do you learn better in pain?" he asked, smiling as he struck her thighs. "Repeat after me, whore: Thank you, Master. Three times." he commanded, striking her snatch every time, to ensure and drill the message into her brain. It looked like she needed quite some training before she could become a serviceable bondage slut. When he was done, he began to unzip his pants, letting his hardened manhood stand tall for her.

"Are you inept, you sad bitch? Unable to unzip my pants? Looks like you'll be eating leftovers for tonight. Do any worse and it'll be pig feed for you." he threatened. Only the start of the day and already this? Such cruelty. He pointed his hardened erection closer towards her, letting her behold his seemingly impressive, throbbing manhood...
 
After he punished her for not addressing him properly, she kept herself quiet... The way he spoke made her want to find a way to leave, to disappear into the rest of the world and hide from everything she had once known, but she knew that that was impossible now, that she was trapped here... She wondered if her 'master' would ever let her see her family... She didn't exactly care about the food she'd be eating, it was just the words he had used...

She nervously eyed his manhood before taking it into her mouth and running her tongue around it, before moving her mouth up and down his shaft, praying that he was satisfied as silent tears leaked out of her brown eyes and down to her chin...
 
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