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Bought at auction (lowblow emma x bimbo a la blonde)

Amber loved like a cat, her hands gently and slowly slipping down the woman's thighs, slowly pulling off the boots but at the same time never leaving attention from the licking and sucking she was doing to the Lady's pussy.....inch by inch she took both hands and pulled, finally taking the boots off her legs....she grasped one boot and turned it slightly downward....if the key she was searching for was in this one, it would slip out.....no, it must be the other one...she did the same and from the corner of her eye caught glimpse of the key slipping from inside the boot....she moved one hand over it and grasped it tightly....
pulling herself backward, inches at a time so the woman wouldn't notice, amber began to get up on her knees and started licking the woman's legs down to her feet, her eyes focused on the woman's face....yes, her eyes are closed!....a few more licks....amber moved ever so cautiously to the edge of the bed, readying herself for a quick run to the door....by the time the woman knew what happened, she would be out of this bordello torture parlor.....
It was now or never!!....amber quickly got up and bolted towards the door....
 
For a while I give myself to her, completely, or at least I give myself completely to her attentions. I am naked now apart from her own panties that she has pushed to one side. I let myself enjoy the final attentions she will give me, letting her tongue lift my spirits with its sensual connection to my skin. I am not going to cum, more’s the pity, but I will have some more fun. I will just take my pleasure while it lasts, which is all that a slave can ask of life.
Finally she breaks contact with me. I know she must have the key. I bring my legs back and spring like a cat from the bed in the direction of the door. I throw myself at her retreating body.
She is fast and lithe; with the advantage of youth she has the key in the door before I can reach her. But she is not free yet. I have the benefit of experience. I manage to grab her arm as she tries to slam the door behind her. She pulls herself free, but I throw open the door and tackle her as she reaches the stairs. We tumble together down into the bar, arriving in a heap of naked tits, ass and thighs, to the great amusement of the customers. She lands on top and is first to her feet. But I lash out my foot and catch her in the crotch, throwing her back onto the lower steps. Again I bring up my legs and spring upright. As she begins to clamber to her feet, I grab her by her hair and pull her towards me. My other hand grabs her cunt, digging my nails in deep. Half carrying her, half dragging her, I bundle her up the stairs and throw her onto the bed. I grab the large red dildo and fasten it quickly round my waist. She tries to slip past me, but I grab her arm and swing her back onto the bed.
She lands flat on her back with her legs spread. I grab her ankles and push them up against her shoulders.
‘Little bitch. Fucking little bitch. Now you will be punished.’
I thrust into her. No mercy. She has to learn that she cannot escape and what will happen to her if she tries. And I have my own personal punishment to inflict – for the frustration that I feel and need to relieve, brought on by her attentions. I pound her in frenzy. No finesse. Fast and furious. Hammering the dildo into her cunt. I hear and ignore her cries and moans. I wonder if I detect a change of tone, perhaps a feeling of arousal creeping into her response. But I don’t care. My arms and back are aching. Sweat is running between my breasts. Out of the corner of my eye, I see customers who have followed us from the bar to view the fun.
Reaching the point of exhaustion, I pull out and cast the dildo aside. I drag her down the bed by her ankles and kneel astride her face. Lowering myself towards her mouth I order her to finish what she has started.
 
"HELP!......HEEEEELLLLLP!", amber cried as she bolted down the stairs, nude, her tits swaying as she ran.....must get away.....HAVE to get away!....she only gets to the stairs, thinking she is almost free when she feels hands grab her feet, yanking her so that she lands on her belly....amber tried to kick herself free but losing her balance and with thuds and bumps they both end up on the floor at the bottom. Amber looks up, oblivious to the fact she was nude......"someone, HELP MEEEEE!" she screamed but everyone was either drunk, didn't wish to be involved or was enjoying what they thought was some kind of erotic floor show----after all, they were both naked....
Amber struggles to get back onto her feet but feels hands grip her by her pussy and pulling her downwards....kicking and screaming they return back upstairs to the room where she was imprisioned.
As the woman was busy putting something on, amber got up from the bed, only to be pinned back down on her back.....she was panting, her breasts heaving, then she saw what the woman was putting on----it was the same huge red monster of a strap on dildo!!!....
"NO!!!!.....PLEASE, NO....NOT THAT!!!!!!!" amber screamed as the woman threw her legs up to give herself better access.....without benefit of lube, the woman plunges the raping machine into her pussy, splitting her wide open, stretching her, filling her, dominating her.....in and out it plunged, deper with every thrust, sending her body into the mattress with the force....amber screams and screams....there is no residual sex juice this time, no arousal brought on by amber's body against the will of her mind.....this is punishment for her escape, pure and simple with no hint of sexual pleasure given or received by either of them......
amber claws the sides of the bed, finally too hurt and too exhausted to scream any more....to her relief the woman shown signs of the same, finally pulling out of her......amber gasps with the sensation of sudden emptiness, staring at the woman as she unhooks the harness and throws it away. Her ordeal was far from over however, as she was pulled to the end of the bed where the woman knelt over her face and began lowering herself down to amber's mouth......with an 'eat me bitch!' she mashed her cunt into amber's mouth.....too exhausted to fight and the weight of the woman's pelvis over her head, amber knew futility when she saw it and dutifully began to eat her.....
 
As she eats me out, I watch myself in the mirror above the bed. The room is packed with customers from the bar below. Some are just gawping. Others are touching Amber, stroking her thighs, mauling her tits, pinching her nipples, poking into her cunt. One guy stretches out his hand towards my thigh. My fist breaks his nose before he makes contact. An elegant woman runs her nails down my spine - I let her. Her fingers linger near my ass – I let them. And as I watch, I feel. Feel Amber working her tongue and lips for my satisfaction.
It’s not long before I am back where I was before. Warm with a nice tingle in my clit. In the mirror I see that my nipples are as stiff as my clit and my eyelids are drooping. I am close. No need to worry about Amber trying to escape now. She is trapped and I sense her will has been sapped. For the moment anyway.
At last, I cum. Suddenly before I am expecting it or was prepared. A sudden gasp, a series of convulsions and, after so long, I find I am spraying. Amber takes it without complaint.
I let my body relax and my breathing subside, admiring my body in the mirror. For my age and for what I have endured, I am in good shape still.
Time to go now. I climb off and grab the woman who fondled me by her ass. She leans up to kiss me and I respond. She strokes my tits and I stroke hers. Then I order everyone out.
Everyone except Amber. I throw her dress on the bed and tell her to put it on while I dress – in my own bra and panties this time. Hers go into my pocket.
Word will soon spread of what happened here tonight. Time to get her to the transport and away.
‘Come with me. Do not try to escape. You know what will happen if you do.’
 
Amber tries not to notice or feel anything going on around her, but admittedly it was extremely difficult.....a customer slips a hand under her and slips fingers into her pussy....she rises off the bed, attempting to shake off his advances, but at the same time her tits are being fondled. She focuses all her attention to the woman's pussy and continues to lick and suck her way towards the pink treasure lying before her.....
Amber reaches up and gently twists the woman's nipples as she brings her captor closer to climax....finally she feels he woman tense up and groan....she locks her mouth tight against the lady's pussy as she squirts into amber.....she swallows cautiously at first-----amber wasn't a lesbian and had no experience pleasuring women, or even had a taste of pussy juice before----the taste was surprisingly satisfying and she eagerly lapped up every remaining drop as the woman trembled and sent another wave into her mouth.....
Finally the lecherous gawking crowd left leaving only the two of them. Amber dutifully puts her dress back on and reaches to put on her panties, but before she has a chance to get them, the woman snatches them and stuffs them in her pocket....as amber slips on her dress she notices the woman slipping into bra and panties....watching her she had to admit to herself that her captor did indeed look attractive......
Amber followed the woman out of the room, knowing she had probably missed her golden opportunity to escape, and after the raping she experienced with that monster of a dildo, she wasn't sure if another attempt was worth the pain she endured.....
 
The journey back was uneventful. We travelled fast, mostly at night so as not to attract attention. My load of a dozen girls arrived two days before the auction was due to begin. Depending on the total numbers, it might last for several days.
The following day I am summoned by the auctioneer, my master. I wear thigh boots again, but today in dark blue, and a long black leather coat. He is working at his desk. As always, I wait for him to speak first.
‘I have been looking at the girls you brought in, Emma. They are a mixed bunch, most are only suitable for the rough trade.’
‘I am sorry I have failed you, master. Do you wish to beat me?’
‘No, not on this occasion, Emma. It is not easy nowadays to find good merchandise. A few are promising. I thought the girl Amber had the biggest potential. She may be suitable for a high class brothel. What is your opinion?’
‘Thank you, master. When I picked her up, she was a typical little tart, dressing to please and to tease.’
I open my coat to show off the silver bikini string panties.
‘Hers?’
‘Yes, master.’
‘Not your normal style, but they suit you. Do you like them?’
‘Yes, master.’
‘Then you may keep them.’
‘Thank you, master.’
‘Tell me more about Amber.’
‘I have tested her in the usual ways and her responses are as you would expect at this stage. She can be pliant with a natural aptitude for sex. Her cunt is juicy and she takes anal now. She eats out nicely and I’m sure she could give head just as effectively.’
‘What about a potential market?’
‘Before I spotted her she had fucked only with men. But she has responded well to me. She would suit a lesbian buyer, perhaps, although my assessment is that she will always need some cock. And …’ I hesitated. ‘It is just a thought, master. I do not have your expertise in this side of the business. But she likes being raped.’
‘Ah yes, that is indeed a small and specialist market, but a very lucrative one. I wonder if we are expecting any buyers who might be interested in someone like that. I’ll check the attendance bookings. Will she try to escape?’
I decide not to report the details of the key in my boot. That was for my pleasure and I am not supposed to play with the goods.
‘I believe that I have drained her will to run. But she may be biding her time. She is a clever one and has guile. I would not use physical restraint on her, but I would recommend branding. Discreetly, as you branded me, master.’
‘Yes, I had forgotten that.’
‘Would you like to inspect my brand, master?’
‘After seeing you in those panties, I think I will.’
I remove my coat, turn and bend over his desk.
When he is finished, I replace the string and button my coat.
‘Thank you, master. May I go and supervise the branding now?’
He nods and I leave to collect Amber. She is huddled in the corner of a small cell with five other girls.
‘Come with me. You are going to be branded.’
I see the fear in her eyes and remember how I felt when I was told.
‘Don’t worry. We don’t burn hot irons into your flesh nowadays; we are much more civilised. It will be like mine. See?’
I turn away, lift my coat, bend over and part the cheeks of my ass to show her the small line of letters and symbols that are my unique brand. I feel her breath trickling along my cleft as she inspects it closely.
She follows me obediently to a cool white room with a bench and an array of implements. I push her face down across the bench and watch the tattooist go to work. When he has completed the neat row of numbers and symbols, he makes a note of them on a card, rolls Amber’s thumb over an ink paid and adds her print to the card. I sign to confirm that the print relates to the other details.
Amber looks as much puzzled as frightened. Maybe she has not yet fully realised what is going to happen to her.
‘You do understand don’t you? This branding, together with the documents we have completed, confirm your identity. They will go to the buyer.’
She looks puzzled.
‘You are to be put up for auction and sold. I have just been discussing how we will market you. You will never be free again, until you are dead.’
I let that sink in.
‘Now I’ll take you back to your cell. Get some rest. Tomorrow is viewing day. You will be on display for the public and potential buyers.’
 
Amber stayed silent throughout the drive...it was night and the route they were taking had few if any streetlamps and even fewer bulidings, so getting herself any bearing was impossible.
They finally arrived at a medium sized, nondescript building that had a larger one built in behind it....at first glance it looked almost like a small factory, and in one sense it was....
they arrived at the side of the first building...the woman led her by the arm into a darkened room with only one dim light and what looked like large cages of small jail cells, with nothing but large wide benches....it had other girls inside, 5 in total, all of them nude, ballgagged and their wrists shackled to the bars.....the woman made amber strip, slapped a gag in her mouth and grabbed her wrists, securing her hands behind her and just slightly elevated.....
Amber tried to communicate by muffled noise and pantomime by facial expressions, but very little was known.....by finger movement, she thought none of them had been there longer than a day or so...they were all nude, all of them apparently around the same age and all fairly attractive...they stared at each other in fear and confusion, none of them aware of their fate....

The woman returned the following morning.....amber stretched as much as the restraints allowed her....like the other girls, she had very little sleep. The restraints were taken off as well as her gag, after being warned not to make a sound or expect severe punishment.
Amber gasped and stared wide eyed at the Lady at the mention of being branded, visions of cowboys brandishing red hot irons sizzling imprints into the bodies of cattle, bellowing in pain....when the woman bent over and parted her panties to expose the marks left on the inside of her ass cheek, amber became less freightened.....
again walking down corridors hand in hand with her captor, they arrived in another room with a bench, upon which the woman pointed at....amber crawled up onto it on her belly with the woman holding her head down. Amber let out a soft squeal as the tattoo was imprinted into the inside of her left ass cheek. Afterwards she got up, was led to a counter and had her thumbprint placed on some kind of card.........WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER?....WHAT WAS ALL THIS FOR?
She stared with total fear in her eyes as the woman explained......
AUCTION???....SHE'S GOING TO BE SOLD?....OH MY GOD!!!...she looked with panic all around her. There were no windows and no obvious means of escape...there was no way out without attracting attention of at least 2 or 3 people at any given time.......
She was once again led to the cell.....as she was re secured to the bars, amber watched as one of the girls yelled that she had to go to the bathroom....by now they no longer had gags in their mouths, probably because of the same warning she herself had been given. A large burly man came in, roughly shoved what looked like a garden hose up the girl's ass and another one in her pussy...a suctioning sound followed as the girl yanked at her shackles....understandably it was painful....once finished, the hoses were yanked and the door closed.
Amber managed to get conversation going....one was like her, kidnapped from a busy city street. 2 looked like they were related and kidnapped while leaving their high school. Another was sunbathing in her patio and abducted as she went back inside her apartment.....
By now all of them were well aware that they now shared the same things in common----they were now slaves, all to be sold at auction and that there was no escape for any of them. The youngest one started crying, the rest feeling helpless to reassure her....
 
The next day, the day before the auction, is public viewing day.
My master will have inspected all the merchandise early. I know what that means for me, so I dress appropriately. Red bra and panties. Red – the colour of tarts and whores – I am neither but my master likes them. Black holdups, high heels a tight leather skirt and a white blouse.
He is just returning from his tour of inspection as I reach his office.
‘Ah good, Emma. I need you.’
‘I am ready, master.’
He strips me, fucks me, canes my ass and fucks me again. I remain detached. Amber will have to learn the same if she is to survive.
I thank him and dress. Except for the bra and panties, which I discreetly discard. He can tell I am wearing no bra, but he says nothing.
‘Emma, I want you to watch over Amber today. Use a private room. No gawkers or gropers.’
I head to Amber’s cell. My ass stings still from the thin cane he used. He was particularly vicious today. He must be worried about the quality of the girls we have for sale.
I collect Amber and put a choke chain around her neck. This is not what I would want – it is better to control through my personality and authority than by crude physical restraint. But there are lots of people milling around and I can’t risk any chance that she may escape.
As I lead her past a long room full of girls tethered to metal rings in the floor, I explain what is going on.
‘The auction starts tomorrow. We used to allow prospective buyers in the day before to look at the goods. But we got lots of the public who just wanted to look and feel so we started to charge for admission. Our regular buyers are allowed in free, but others have to pay. There is an extra charge for each girl they touch. You are going to be in a private room. The public will not be admitted there.’
I turn and look at her face. She is very attractive and for a fleeting moment I wonder if my master would let me have her as a pet. I have savings but nothing like the amount it would cost to buy this little gem. I dismiss this as a fantasy.
‘My master is marketing you for a specialist market.’
We have reached the room. It has a carpet, chairs and a couch. I chain her to a ring in the back wall. It is long enough for her to move around the room but short enough to prevent her reaching the door.
She takes the opportunity to rest on the couch between buyers. Only a few come to view, but this is a niche market. Some just stare and walk around her. Others ask my permission to examine her. Two ask to speak to me privately.
I leave Amber chained, locking the door as an added precaution, and go to find my master. I explain the situation.
‘Two potential buyers want to try her out with their clients, master.’
‘This is an auction, Emma, not a brothel.’
‘They are willing to pay, master.’
‘How much?’
I tell him.
‘Arrange it, Emma.’
I nod and turn to leave, but he calls me back.
‘How is your ass, Emma?’
A rare sign of concern, which flatters me. I have not sat down yet and will need a cushion when I do.
‘Thank you for asking, master. You were very virile this morning. It is still smarting, but I am sure it will pass.’
I do not say how soon. He smiles and I leave to explain to Amber what will happen.
‘Two buyers are interested in bidding for you. But they want to try you out on their clients first. The master has agreed. They both cater for a specialist clientele. They like to rape.’
 
The woman returned to the girl's cell the next morning. As before, most of them spent yet another restless, sleepless night....one of them a girl named Joyce just happened to live in the next town up from her and the two of them spent the night chatting about their homes, boyfriends and families.
"oh amber," Joyce said sobbing.....
"either we're never gonna leave here alive, or we're all gonna end up as sex whores, aren't we?".....amber wanted to comfort her badly, but the shackles on the wrists didn't have the slack to permit it.....Amber replied softly, "guess the best thing any of us can do is just pretend we're really not here, somehow leave your mind somewhere else....."
The woman came in the cell and without saying a word, reached up, un did Amber's shackles, secured some kind of chain around her neck and with a yank, pulled Amber up off the bench and out of the cell, only pausing to lock the door behind her....Amber waved to joyce as they left, wonderinf if she'd ever see her again.
As they walked through another room, a larger one this time, she could hardly believe her eyes----more girls, maybe a dozen or more, all nude with their ankles secured to the floor with cuffs and shackles.....all of them either silent or softly whimpering with large men milling around between them with whips in hand, obviously there to keep them silent. All were beautiful and around her age with every ethnicity....blue eyed blondes, raven haired Asians, blacks.....they all looked at her as Amber and her captor walked past....
They arrived at a room in a hallway...her captor unlocked the door and they went inside. It wasn't large but at least wasn't so sparsely furnished. Amber looked around....a couch and chairs only, but at least there was carpet to stand on instead of the cold concrete floor. She remained silent as the woman connected the other end of the leash to an eyelet on the wall...the leash couldn't be more than 8 or 10 feet long, enough for her to reach the furthest away chair but not enough to reach the door, as if there was any chance to escape anyway.....
She reclines on the couch with her legs crossed and before long a couple of people come in, one of them telling her to get up and stand while they walk slowly around her....she stands motionless as one of them reaches to her tits, twists her nipples until she winces then tells her to open her legs.....Amber does as instructed and the other slips his fingers inside her cunt, then withdraws, nodding his head in approval....once finished, she sits on the couch while the two men go to speak with her captor.....Amber can only hear whispering, but judging from their gestures and the looks on their faces, they seemed to like what they saw. Amber watched intently, somehow guessing that these two were only scouts, checking out the merchandise for someone else.
The two men and her captor leave the room, leaving Amber sitting on the couch naked, trembling and freightened. She thought of her new friend Joyce...was she still in the cell with the others, or on display like she was, like some kind of sexual Barbie doll locked away in a private pleasure room?
The door made a clicking sound and the woman entered, thankfully alone and explained what was to happen to her next. Amber grew apprehensive and scared, but tried her best to regain some kind of composure. Bidding for her?....trying her out first?...RAPING HER??????...her eyes grew wide.....
 
I ease myself onto one of the chairs. My ass stings as I sit down, still suffering the effects of the caning by my master that morning.
The first client is immaculately and expensively dressed, his hair neatly trimmed, his nails well-manicured. I recognise immediately what he is. Vicious. Men like that think only of themselves. They have no understanding of the pain of others. He looks at me with contempt.
‘Get out. I’ll whistle when I’m finished with her.’
I do not move. No one gives me orders except my master.
‘My master has ordered me to ensure that there is no damage. He has allowed you one hour.’
He ignores me and turns to Amber.
‘You will have to gag her.’
He spins round and spits venomously at me.
‘I’ll decide what I do and do not do.’
‘My master does not want there to be any noise. She must be gagged.’
Again he ignores me, but takes a gag from his pocket and pushes it into Amber’s mouth. He walks around, examines her critically from all angles, and wipes his fingers across her pussy. Fastidiously he sniffs them and pulls a face.
‘You’re a slut. You look like one and even smell like one. Sluts like you deserve to be punished.’
He takes a small packet from his pocket, the tools of his fetish, and places it on the other chair. Then he undresses, as if he were about to take a bath, folding his clothes neatly over the back of the spare chair. His body is tanned and well-toned, with nicely developed well bulked muscles. He has a peach of a bum and a cock that hangs long and thin between his thighs. Just as I thought, no arousal. That will only come when he has to force himself on her.
He walks to Amber, scoops her off her feet and tosses her onto the couch like a rag doll. As she lands, he pounces, forcing her legs wide apart until they are stretched out along the length of the couch, digging his nails into the flesh of her thighs, and biting hard into her neck and breasts.
I cough softly - a reminder that there must be no damage. He says nothing, but slaps her hard across the face. He stands before her, his cock still flaccid. How can he not be aroused at the sight of her body? He waves his cock in her face.
‘You useless little whore. What use are you? You can’t even arouse a man, who’d want to pay to fuck you? If you can’t arouse me, I will have to punish you. Now which of my little toys will hurt you most?’
He opens the packet and pulls out a long thin metal prod. A wire hangs from it and it seems to be attached to a switch and a battery. Amber instinctively clamps her thighs shut.
‘Bitch’ he screams, punching her right tit like a punch bag. ‘Are you afraid you can’t cope with a man’s cock?’
He grabs her feet and pulls them to one end of the couch. He pulls a thin cord from the packet and lashes one ankle to the leg. Then he stretches Amber’s other foot across to the opposite leg and ties it there. Amber thighs are now stretched as far as they can go. Her pussy lips quiver as the man approaches with the prod, but instead of her crotch he moves sharply up and presses it hard into her right nipple. Her body jumps as an electric shock passes through her breast. The scream in her throat is stifled by the gag. He moves to the left nipple, but Amber pulls her arms across her chest. Another slap and more thin cord. Her arms are now stretched across the top of the couch, tied to the arms at either end. She is powerless to protect herself from the attack on her left nipple. He presses, harder this time, and the shock is more powerful. Her body jumps and jerks. She strains against her bonds. I could intervene to prevent any marks, but I have already exceeded my authority and dare not risk infuriating my master.
As he steps back, I see the thin smile on his lips and the cock slowly thickening. Amber and I lock eyes for a moment; we seem to communicate that we both know what is coming next. And it does. He inserts the prod like a needle into her cunt. I see the pain in Amber’s eyes; she must be bone dry, probably from fear of what this brute will do. I recall that she was not dry like that with me. Then her body arcs, her eyes pop and her body screams as the electric jolt from the prod shoots through the flesh of her cunt. She stares at me in fear, but there is nothing I can do. He pulls out the prod. His cock is rising now.
He kneels before her, as if worshipping. The fingers of his left hand open her pussy lips to expose her tiny bud while the other brings the prod closer. At the very last moment, with the prod poised above her clit, he looks into her eyes. And touches the delicate flesh with the tip of her prod, holding it there as her body jumps and twists so powerfully that I expect the couch to tip over. His cock is rock hard now.
‘Now you fucking little whore, you’ll find out what a real man is like.’
He is right about that. He is not only long but thick. Any mature woman fully juiced would be stretched to accommodate that monster let alone a dry, terrified girl.
He enters with a long, forceful thrust that lifts Amber off the couch pulling against her bonds. His nails nip her nipples as he pummels her like a piston. Relentlessly, careless of the pain he is causing her or the pain her dry cunt must be causing him. Perhaps his own pain and the tightness of her cunt heightens his pleasure.
Amber’s face is white. I can only imagine how she feels, pain, fear, disgust. It looks as if she wants to vomit.
Finally he shudders and gasps. He is done.
At least he is done with her. He pulls out and turns to me.
‘Now I’ve finished with that little tart, I’ll show you what it’s like to be taken by a real man, you superior bitch.’
He walks towards me, his cock swaying in front of him, still hard with his cream dripping from the end.
I do not respond. If he harms me, my master will have him castrated, but that will not be necessary. I remain in my chair until he is within range, when I flick my right foot out and drive the point of my shoe into his right ball. Another flick before he can react skewers his left ball. He doubles over onto the floor retching. The only thing he will show me is his pain. Eventually he staggers to his feet and, clutching his clothes, stumbles out of the door.
I untie Amber and remove her gag, letting her rest before the next client.
 
Amber watches closely as the first person, a man, comes to inspect her more closely.....she's right in the middle of an argument between her captor and the man concerning what he can do with her.
Taking what appears to be a wad of fabric out of his pocket, he forces her to open her mouth and shoves it inside to keep her silent....the man is well proportioned and not an ounce of fat on him.....picking up amber easily, literally throwing her onto the couch and landing on her back.
She lets out a muffled squeal as he plants his mouth onto her body, focusing on her neck and tits, biting them until she winces in pain......amber looks over at her captor with eyes saying, 'why are you letting him do this to me?....
The man takes out his frustration at his cock not springing to life immediately by slapping one of her tits hard, obviously enjoying the sight of it jiggle, amber moaning through gagged lips....she sees him with so me kind of metal pole of some sort with a wire dangling from the end as he menacingly brings it towards her cunt. Amber up till now had done nothing and laid there trying to disasociate herself from what was happenng, but what she saw scared her and quickly closed her legs. Whatever that thing was, it looked damaging and she wasn't about to ley the man shove that thing inside her.
He takes the pole and places the tip on her right nipple.....a surge of electricity pours through her upper torso and she shrieks through her gag, her shoulders bouncing on and off the bed, a pain she never knew before......she instinctively tries to protect herself from more jolts but instead finds herself struggling as the man ties her arms behind her and her legs wide apart....her pussy is given a reprieve but her other breast is not, and she jumps and gives out more muffled howls as electricity surges through her other nipple....
Amber has tears in her eyes as she again looks over at her captor and silently pleads with her.....how can she just sit there and let this monster do these things to her?
He brings the pole up to her pussy as amber struggles in vain, moving her pelvis back and forth, trying to avoid the inevitable...she lets out a groan as he shoves it into her cunt and looks helplessly as the man once again presses the button.....a power surge stronger than the last pours through her body, her pussy on fire as she flops up and down like a rag doll, her body rising off the couch...the jolts are incredibly painful and her shrill screams are only barely muffled, echoing in the room.....
Her breathing now in pants, her chest rises up and down as he pulls out the pole. She ceases her struggling and tries as best she can to somehow relax from both her struggling and the residual effects from the electricity....she looks down between her outstretched legs as he opens her lips with his fingers, then slowly brings the dreaded pole to her clit and makes contact with it.....either he increased power or because her clit was the most sensitive part of her body it didn't matter....even gagged, she lets out a loud shrill scream, saliva pouring from the edges of her mouth, tears in her eyes as her body leaps from the couch, the searing pain once again reaching every inch of her frame.....the couch rocks as she thrashes about violently....
The man straddles her on his knees....he disrobed when they began but amber failed to notice....maybe it was that, a look of almost disinterest that frustrated him to begin with and as a result caused her punishment, but none of that mattered now.
His cock fully aroused and firm, he lunged himself deep into her, amber now ceasing her struggling but wincing from the pain as he violated her, raping her.....she feels no arousal and is dry inside, making her tight as a virgin and obviously exciting her assailant....he plunges in and out of her, making amber feel nauseated......he tenses up, shudders, gives out a groan and she feels a stream of warm man juice stream inside her....pulling out, she shuts her eyes and lays there motionless, spent and exhausted.....
She re opens her eyes to the sight of the woman untying her and taking out the gag. Amber tries to curl up on the couch, every inch of her body in pain....taking the chance to speak regardless of punishment for doing so, she looked up at her captor and murmured weakly......
"how could you let that monster do those things to me....?"
 
She wants to know how I could let that man do such things to her. How can I explain that this is what men do and this is now her life. I kneel down and softly stroke her thighs. She rolls onto her back and I bend to lick her nipples as my hands work up her belly towards her breasts, fondling them gently. I’m not sure whether she is sleeping or not.
Don’t get me wrong about this. I am not doing it for my pleasure – absolutely not. Nor for hers – it is not my role to sooth or comfort her – slaves cannot expect such things, it is actually bad for them. No, this is purely practical. If I can arouse her a little, her juices will flow and that will make the next rape easier and be less likely to cause damage that would reduce her price tomorrow. You see – I always have my master’s interests at heart.
I hear someone at the door. By the time it is open, I am on my feet standing in front of Amber but facing the door. And what I see makes me forget Amber. This is not what I expected at all.
A tall woman comes in. She is wearing high heels and a knee length coat, and carrying a bag. She puts the bag on the floor and tosses her coat over the chair. She is dressed only in bra and panties. She has tiny breasts and the most magnificent figure I have ever seen. Bulging thigh muscles, a rock hard ass, washboard abs, and firm thick biceps. My breath comes faster, I feel my nipples pushing through my tight blouse. I squeeze my thighs together. I long for her to rape me.
But she doesn’t. She looks round me at the couch and raises an eyebrow.
I step aside and manage to say breathlessly ‘One hour and no damage.’ I just manage to stop myself saying please.
As I sit to watch, all thoughts of my stinging ass are gone.
The women bends down, takes hold of Amber under her arm pits and lift her upright, standing her on the couch. She runs a critical eye over her, then bends to her crotch and inhales deeply. When she turns to me, her nose is wrinkled and her lip curled in disgust. Obviously she can smell the previous client.
I shrug.
‘There has been a lot of interest in this one.’
She walks over to her bag and takes out a ball gag. Holding it up to me, she raises an eyebrow. I nod and with one swift practised movement it is in Amber’s mouth and fastened around her head.
Back to her bag and out comes a rope. Before Amber knows what is happening, she is expertly trussed like a turkey ready for stuffing, which is exactly what will happen. Her ass is in the air offering the woman a choice of orifice. She can take either … or both.
Back to her bag again and this time she produces a strap-on. If the one I used on Amber was big, this is huge. A good 12 inches and thick, with ridges. I imagine how that would feel inside me, how I would feel to be overpowered by this woman and fucked by that thing. But that is not to be. Amber will be the one to endure it or, who knows, enjoy it.
The woman waves it in Amber’s face and straps it on. She takes up position kneeling behind Amber and seems to be choosing where to insert it. She looks at me and once more her eyebrow rises. I wave my hand to indicate that it is her choice. I don’t trust myself to speak and show how breathless I am.
After a moment’s thought, the woman aims at her cunt. How thoughtful. This will get that monster lubricated before she goes up her ass.
As with everything else she does, her movements are swift, precise and powerful. No teasing around the entrance, one long thrust that pushes Amber along the couch. Her body contorts as it adjusts to the agony. I cross my thighs in sympathetic reaction to her plight, cross them tightly. Feeling how damp I am becoming.
Obviously dissatisfied with Amber moving away, her powerful hands clamp on her shoulders to hold her still as she slowly pulls back and forces her way in. Faster and faster the pumps and, to my relief, I hear the squelching as Amber’s juices lubricate the dildo and help to ease its passage. As the speed increases, only the woman’s hips move. The rest of her remains calm and still. Her breathing remains steady despite her exertions.
Then with no warning, out it comes and the next thrust skewers Amber’s ass. Her body tries to pull upright but is held tight by the rope. Her face is etched with agony and her eyes show her terror. The woman’s knuckles whiten as her grip tightens to hold her still. There is no escape. Slowly inexorably, the speed increases, but still only the woman’s hips move. The rest of her is like some monk lost in meditation. Her breathing is controlled and seems steadier the faster she pumps.
She releases Amber’s shoulders and lets her resist as much as she can. She is controlling her now only by the length of the dildo and the power of her thrusts. Amber tries to pull away each time the woman withdraws, but she is chased across the couch and skewered again, sometimes up her ass, sometimes her cunt.
The without any warning the woman stops and withdraw. She unties Amber and removes the gag. She packs her belongings away neatly and puts on her coat. She comes towards me, pinches hold of my nipples to pull me to my feet, and kisses me full on the mouth. I want to melt against her hard body, but she turns and walks away without looking back. I feel the dampness between my thighs and the stinging in my ass returns.
Amber lies slumped on the couch.
 
Amber is still whimpering but becoming more silent about it....her captor gently caresses her thighs, instantly making amber more compliant and comfortable....instinctively turning onto her back, she closes her eyes and tries to enjoy the attention she's getting....maybe this woman isin't so heartless after all....amber still is far from used to being with a female----her captor is the first one she had ever been with, voluntarily or otherwise....amber gives out a long drawn out soft sigh as she feels the sensation of warm wet full lips feasting on her nipples, which react almost instantly and become erect....
god, what is this woman DOING to her????....is she supposed to react like this?....does this mean she's secretly aroused by women?....as if to answer, hands start kneading and fondling her tits, causing another round of sighs and moaning....amber fidgets but remains still.....

The door opens and the captor quickly gets onto her feet, the reaction causing amber to rise her head up, propped up by her elbows.....a woman enters the room--despite her high heels she enters almost silently, like a ghost---tall, slender she displays an aire of dominance, even more than amber's captor.
The long coat the woman was wearing was now draped over a chair, revealing her body in full detail....
clad now only in black lace string bikini panties and a matching black lace bra with a deep plunge, amber looks over at her captor, wondering by the look on her face if she expected someone like this, and obviously she did not....her captor gazed at the woman almost as if she wanted to be touched by her.....
with one strong grasp, the wwoman hoists amber to a standing position on the couch and takes an exploratory whiff of the young captive's pussy. Amber looks slightly downward a her, saying nothing but the woman doesn't seem pleased with what she smelled....somehow she must had gotten a lingering trace of the mans aftershave who violated her so recently.
With speed and grace, no movement was wasted as the woman suddenly stuffed a ballgag in amber's mouth and tightened the straps on her face.....again without a sound, she found herself flopped down hard on her back on the couch, ropes quickly binding her knees and ankles up toward her chest, her wrists bound to her side.....amber struggles but it was impossible to move....she never felt so open and vulnerable with both her holes up and exposed.....
Amber stares with wide open eyes at the strap on harness the woman puts on, tightening the strap around her waist, the massive dildo swaying threateningly in the middle....it was HUGE, longer and wider than the one her captor first used on her to subdue hr....there was NO way her body would take even half of that monster inside.....
Her muffled screams signaled the initial thrust as the woman plowed into her without benefit of lubrication. Despite the fucking she just received, amber was still tight and the woman thrusted just a bit more to sink her intruder deeper inside the squealing, wriggling captive, the woman's thrusts scooting amber up the couch.....amber howled and screamed despite her gag in place, her sounds of agony again echoing in the room. The woman had made not a sound since she first entered the room, every move calculated and unwasted, as though she had already planned everything in advance.
The woman grabbed hold of amber's wriggling hips and sunk the dildo in deeper and faster, the woman's knees bent and moving forward and back like pistons....amber was by now squealing non stop, the pain incredible. She was right---there was no way, despite her thrusts that the woman could force amber to take the entire dildo up her cunt....it felt like the invader was shoving her uterus up past her diaphragm!.....
But something else was happening as well, something amber wasn't prepared for.....she was starting to feel sensations, or at least her body was---her mind was still focusing on the rape---and her pussy was reacting on it's own accord, as if turning traitor to the host.....she was getting wet and increasingly wetter by the minute....she hadn't climaxed, but her vagina was producing enough nectar to at least partially ease some of the pain of violation. Amber was panting by now, her tits bouncing back and forth with the thrusts.....it was painful yes, but she couldn't ignore the other sensation....
Suddenly amber feels a sudden emptiness as the dildo is pulled out, leaving a slight trickle of girly juice dripping from her cunt....almost as suddenly the room is pierced by yet another shrill gagged scream as ensurmountable pain pours through her body as the dildo plunges into her tight rosebud ass....
"MMMMMMPH!!!....MMMMMMMPH!!!" she screams as the ass raping continues, the mystery woman fucking her relentlessly like a machine, a silent drone.....a beautiful, mysterious robot.....amber tries frantically to escape as soon as the woman's grip releases her, but the dildo impales her, first in one hole, then the other.....
Finally the woman stops, pulls out the dildo and gets off the couch.....amber feels the rope being untied and taken off of her followed by the gag and as the last remnant of rope is pulled from her body, she groans and collapses, emotionally, physically and now sexually spent, one leg dangling off the edge of the couch and mercifully passes out.....
 
Amber is drained. I let her sleep, kneeling beside her and soothing her hair. Slowly she begins to stir and stares at me. I feel the need to explain.
‘This is your life now, Amber. You must get used to it. My master raped me this morning, caned me too. He will do the same on every day of the auction. It is my role in life to submit to his will. I do so gladly, because when he is no longer interested in me, he will discard me. You must learn to submit as I do. If you try to resist, you will either go mad or die.’
She is so weak that I carry her back to her cell. She puts her arms round my neck, her breasts press against my thin blouse. I feel her nipples as she can no doubt feel mine. I feel her soft hair against my neck and her smooth flesh in my hands.
As I am leaving her cell, I receive a message. My master wants to see me. I must postpone applying some soothing cream to my ass.
As always I wait for my master to speak.
‘Both the clients have spoken to me of their experience with Amber. Neither thought her suitable for their purposes.’
I am surprised but say nothing.
‘The man says she showed little signs of resistance. The woman says that she became aroused. They are both saying that she enjoys being raped, which is not what clients want. I am afraid she will have to go into the general sale for brothels.’
I say nothing.
‘They each had a special request, however.’
I wait to hear what they were.
‘The woman asked to buy you from me. I refused.’
I do not show the mixed feelings this news brings.
‘The man asked to be allowed to rape you.’
The thought make me sick to his stomach. I wait for him to go on, but he stops and looks at his desk.
‘I am yours to command, master.’
‘You are, Emma. But I will not command you in this. You have seen what he is like. I leave the choice to you.’
I hesitate. Auctions depend on customers and the auctioneer has to keep the customers’ good will, even customers like this man. My master kindly explains more.
‘It would be on the same terms as before, one hour and no damage.’
The thought of him touching me makes me shiver.
My master, who is a businessman and will no doubt be paid well by this man, notices.
‘Perhaps, Emma, there is some small thing that you would like, some trinket perhaps.’
I pause and think of my limited possessions and what I might like. But I already know what I want …
‘I hesitate to ask, master, it is not my place.’
‘Nonetheless on this occasion, Emma, you may do so without fear of punishment.’
‘Master, I have some small savings that I have made over the years thanks to your generosity. If I have enough, I would like to buy Amber as a pet.’
He says nothing for a while. Looks carefully through the papers on his desk, performs some calculations. Finally he looks up.
‘On this occasion, and in view of what you have agreed to do, I think I can let you have her for a nominal fee.’
I am speechless for a few moments and then rouse myself. I have to express my gratitude.
‘You have always been a most generous master. Before I go, is there anything that you wish me to do for you.’
He rises, locks the door and picks up a long thin cane.
When he has finished, I find Amber’s dress and go to fetch her.
‘My master has agreed to a private sale. I am now your owner. Get dressed, I have to go out.’
 
Amber stirs in her sleep, the memories of her rapes still vivid in her mind....the brutish man, overloaded with cheap aftershave plowing her like a pin cushion....the devil woman with no voice but determined to rip her open.....who was worse?
she clutched her arms around her captor, who for the first time showed enough concern to give her the facts of life as a slave, and softly gave out a 'puuuuuurrrr' as she was carried back to the cell.
Her nipples for some reason became rigid as they rubbed against the woman.....the cell door was unlocked and amber was placed on the bench while her captor---a bit more gently this time---pulled up her arms to secure them to the shackles, amber putting up not a hint of resistance.
Joyce, one of the other slaves and the one she befriended earlier whispered to her....."oh my god!....amber, are you allright? sweetheart, what happened to you?" the other girls in the cell, some new that replaced the others that vanished for one reason or another looked over at her. The impression of the ballgag strap across her mouth was still evident, proof that she was taken and used, but there were the other impressions on her body that gave clear indications that she was bound in painful and humiliating positions....the girls sighed, only now aware of the hopelessness of their situation....the poor girl laying there, the one called amber was extremely beautiful, with creamy complexion, bountiful full breasts and a body to die for and all the beauty she possessed wasn't enough to keep her from being abused like cattle carcasses hanging from a meathook....
"that woman's coming again," one of the girls whispered as amber's captor returned, unlocked and entered the cell and came in with a dress. She laid it beside the sleeping girl, undid her shackles and woke her, telling her she now belonged only to her. Amber showed no sign of emotion---she remembered how this woman first raped her and wondered how less of a captive life she would have with her than with the other two that sexually assaulted her-----putting on the dress while the other girls watch with interest, amber turns to joyce and kisses her...."that woman will be coming back any minute to take me....I just wanted to say goodbye and wish you good luck...."
she shook her head sadly....."I can only hope our friends and family are still searching for us and maybe one day one of us will escape to freedom, but in the meantime, please stay silent and do what they tell you.....trust me, you won't like the alternative...."......she then sat on the bench, hands folded on her lap and waited for her captor to return....
 
‘Come with me’ I tell Amber. ‘We are going to see the man who raped you.’
I cast a sideways glance at Amber and see her begin to tremble.
‘Don’t be afraid, he will not touch you this time. He has paid my master to rape me.’
I am sure I hear a sigh of relief from Amber.
As we walk along I have a decision to make. Should she watch me being raped or should I make her wait outside for me? I make my decision and explain it to Amber so there will be no misunderstanding.
‘You will stay with me and watch so that you can learn how a slave must behave. Do not speak unless and until you are spoken to. Answer politely and respectfully, even if the person addressing you is a pig. You will hold my clothes and do anything that I tell you. Nothing else.’
We arrive at the man’s home and are shown into his presence. His eyes light up as he sees two of us. I forestall any ideas he may be having.
‘Amber has now been sold.’ I do not say to whom. ‘She is not part of the deal you have made with my master. You have paid to rape me only and on the same terms as before. One hour and no damage.’
I hold his eyes and let that sink in. And add for emphasis.
‘He will check tomorrow.’
He shrugs.
‘Better get started then bitch. Strip off.’
I remove my skirt and blouse, handing them to Amber to hold. I am naked except for my stockings and shoes. I look at the man, who eyes me up and down and nods.
‘Everything off.’
I remove the remainder of my clothing and find Amber standing next to me ready to receive them. She learns quickly. She retreats into a corner, as far away as she can get from the man. He walks round me, surveying me critically. I hear a movement and feel a sharp pain as he drags his nails across my raw buttocks.
‘Your master canes you, I see. So you are used to pain. That is good.’
I regret that he now knows private information about my master, but there was no way I could conceal the marks.
Another sudden movement and my knees are kicked from behind. Before I hit the floor, he has grabbed my hair and dragged me to the wooden table. He jumps onto the table, still holding my hair, and drags me up, ensuring that my tender ass scrapes across the rough splintered wood.
I do not resist as he ties my wrists and ankles tightly with thick rope. With a spare strand, he lashes me across my tits and flicks the end into my pussy. My body jumps but I do not allow myself to cry out. I have taken worse from my master in the past, although he is kinder to me now that he has learnt that he can trust me.
Now he undresses, just as he did before, coldly as if preparing for a bath. His cock is flaccid but swings to and fro as he walks around me playing with the rope, making as if to hit me again. I do not respond. He is mistaken if he is going to play mind games with me, but the longer this goes on the less time he has to inflict physical pain.
He continues to toy with me for a surprisingly long time. I begin to wonder if he intends to honour the terms of his agreement with my master. No sooner is the thought in my mind than he tosses the rope aside and walks across to a table. I recognise what he is collecting – the pain device he used on Amber, except that it is larger and no doubt more powerful than the portal device he brought to the auction.
He pinches and pulls at my nipples, which stubbornly refuse to respond. I let him work away, using up his precious and no doubt expensive time. I have other things on my mind. I have to be sure I am aroused when he enters me, that will make it easier for me. And how to get aroused, well the answer is squatting in the corner of the room. I imagine how she will sooth me when this is over, the warm touch of her skin, the moist contact of her mouth, she soft body next to mine. I barely notice when the first shock seems to set my breast on fire. As my body jerks, I concentrate on Amber - her hands caressing me, her tongue exploring me. Another shock, more intense than before, and back to Amber – her fingers entering me, searching out that special spot that only I can find.
AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! I cannot stop my scream as the prod connects with my clit. The shock burrows inside me, penetrating the most personal part of my anatomy, places where no man ever goes, deep into my womb.
I look down and see my body covered in a sheen of sweat. I turn my mind back to Amber, who has now found that spot and is inserting more of her fingers, gradually stretching me wider open.
FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! The prod is in my cunt now. The contact is perfect thanks to the juices I have generated. My body twists and turns involuntarily pulling at the rough ropes that dig into my flesh.
At last the pain subsides and I look down again. The man is kneeling between my thighs, his cock rigid now. He crashes into me, taken by surprise at the ease with which he enters. The look on his face is almost comical. He is lying flat on top of me, crushing my tits. His rough hairs are scratching my belly. His breath is rank as he spits into my ear.
‘Bitch, filthy whore, begging for it aren’t you, desperate for a real man after that deformed dwarf of an owner.’
All the time ramming himself as hard as he can, grinding against me at the end of each thrust.
I know that this will not satisfy him, he thrives on the knowledge that his victim does not consent, but he knows – or at least believes – that I am enjoying this.
He soon bores of this and, sighing in disgust, pushes himself up on his hands and pulls out. He releases the ropes holding my ankles and grabs my feet, pushing them over my head and exposing my ass. No thoughts of Amber will help me now. I try to relax as much as I can despite the fear within in, but it is of little effect. He forces his cock up my ass in the powerful thrust.
NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
My acknowledgement of my pain and distress pleases him. He grins down at me as his hips pump. Grinding away. Almost lifting me off the table as a rod of steel moves in and out, in and out, fast, and long, and hard, and unrelenting. I am beginning to feel weak when he judders and stops. He pulls away and kneels over me, letting the final drops of his cream drip onto my belly.
And then he is gone, taking his clothes and not looking back. I lie on the table, my hands still tied, not knowing if he plans to come back. Then soft hands touch my wrists as Amber struggles to untie the knots. She helps me to sit upright and dresses me. Her touch soothes my mind. I manage to stand without support and try to maintain my dignity as we leave. I turn to Amber.
‘We will go home now and you will sooth me.’
 
Amber with good reason shown more than a little apprehension with what her new owner told her....visions of the brutality she endured were still fresh in her mind....
As they walked to the house, amber stayed a respectable 2 paces behind, trying not to attract any attention but at the same time glancing from the corner of her eyes around her....this was the first time she had been outdoors since her kidnapping and was in an area totally unfamiliar to her. What would happen if she suddenly bolted and ran?....would anyone offer her sanctuary and call the police, or would they, like most people simply bolt their doors and watch through windowblinds as she ran?
Another thought went through her mind however.....what about the other slave girls left behind?
she remembered seeing a dozen of them in that rectangular room, naked, scared, their ankles bolted to the floor---not to mention the ones she spent time with in that cell---could they be used as hostages to keep amber quiet and behave?.....or would her captor simply catch her, beat her senseless and leave her for dead? amber decided the best recourse would be to be the little passive submissive slave her captor wanted her to be---for a while, anyway---and plan her escape later when a better opportunity presented itself.
Amber cringed at the sight of the man staring at the two of them with such lecherous eyes, even though th woman made it clear that amber was now owned and therefore off limits. She retreated to a corner chair, her owner's clothes in her lap as she disrobed and allowed herself to be examined closely by the man.....as he toyed with the woman's ass, he parted her cheeks and amber caught a glimpse of the same kind of tattoo she had on herself on the inside of her left ass cheek. It was then, together with the telltale marks left behind across the woman's ass that amber knew, perhaps for the first time, that her captor was indeed an owned slave herself.
She cringed as she watched her owner being sexually assaulted, groaning as she was tied on her back to a table, her limbs secured far apart and her pussy exposed.....amber felt for her as the man took a length of rope and used it like a whip, striking her across her nipples and her cunt, watching as she took the torture without a sound until the same electrical device a shown, this one being a bit larger and plugged into the wall, meaning to amber that this one was more powerful.
The woman's body flopped and danced as contact was made to her nipples as her pelvis rose off the table......amber held back an urge to yell as the pole was inserted into the woman's pussy and jolts of electricity surged through her bound body.....the woman let out a scream and amber put a hand in her own mouth to keep herself from screaming as well....
As the woman bounced like a fish out of water, amber noticed for the first time how cleanly shaven and baby smooth her captor's pussy was, and the way her tits---those lovely tits---heaved to and fro as she was tortured......amber felt just a hint of moistness between her legs at the same time her inner voice called out to her....'what's happening to us?....don't tell me we're getting aroused????....we're not a lesbian, are we???...snap out if it amber!!!'
She shook her head in an effort to clear the voice and stared as her captor's legs were untied, brought up over her chest to expose her beautiful creamy ass and that pink rosebud of a puckered hole....
With one thrust, the man slammed his now rigid cock deep in the woman's ass, encouraged by her groans and obvious pain....this man was a sadist, pumping her harder, faster and deeper solong as she shown signs of helplessness and pain.
When he was finally finished and shot his wad deep inside her ass, he left, leaving her owner panting and still. Amber rushed over to undo the rope holding her arms to the table, not caring if the man would return. She HAD to rescue her, to get her out of here regardless of the fact that the woman was paid to be here......
Amber helps dress her, gets her onto her feet and out the door....."I was so worried about you," amber said as they walked, the woman grimacing as they went....
"I'll do whatever you ask as my owner," amber continued....."if I'm to be used, I would rather it be by you.....how do you want me to address you, by the way?...."
 
I walk slowly home, followed by Amber who is chattering away. She has not yet learnt that she must not speak until spoken to, but right now is not the time to correct her.
I feel sick and full of self-loathing and disgust.
It is not the pain I feel. That doesn’t matter. To be truthful I enjoy pain. It arouses me – at the time – as the whipping with the rope did earlier. The aftermath can be unpleasant, but that is the price I pay for my pleasure. We all pay a price, whatever our pleasure happens to be.
Nor was I bothered about the man’s size. Despite what he said about my master being a dwarf – he is very short - he is actually prodigiously endowed. Having received his service now for many years, I am used to accommodating a large appendage in all my orifices.
Nor am I humiliated by the fact that my slave witnessed my ordeal. She is not a person, nor do I have any feelings for her. She is merely property to me, no different from my shoes or skirt. Her role is to give me pleasure, as she will later.
No what makes me feel like this is the violation that I have experienced at that man’s hands. He has penetrated and impregnated me in the most personal parts of my being. Places he had no right to be. He does not own me and he did not have my consent. If I could rip of my bowels and genitals, I would burn them to wipe away the contamination.
Amber has gone quiet and I realise that she is waiting for me to answer her question. Now what was it? I was listening with only half an ear. Ah yes, what should she call me?
‘You must call be mistress or Mistress Emma. Nothing else.’
Fortunately we are now at my home. Small but nicely appointed. It is time for Amber to begin her duties as my pet.
‘Undress me, run a bath and bathe me. You may come into the bath with me on this occasion.’
A bath is not all I need, but I will see how Amber interprets my instructions. Will she be sensitive to understand and anticipate my needs?
 
After enough one way conversation, Amber realized perhaps she should stay silent and stayed that way after she was told how to properly address the woman. They arrived at a house not large by any means, but tastefully furnished.
She thought of Joyce and the other slaves, what they've been through and what they had yet to encounter and decided that even though she was not leashed and there was ample opportunity to make a run for it, this was not the time for escape....at least not yet...she still had a role to play and had every intention of carrying it out. Besides, there was something else....she had to discover why her body had turned against her....she not only became aroused by the touch of a woman, but actually became damp! was this normal? was she becoming a case of Stockholms Syndrome? or was there something else....was there a part of her she was never aware of up till now, a latent desire for women?
Saying only "yes Mistress" when they got home, amber went and found the bathroom, pluged the tub and turned on the water. Upon testing the temperature, se returned to the lady and undressed her as she stood motionless. laying her clothes neatly on the edge of her bed, amber disrobed, placing her clothes on the floor---she had no idea what rules the woman would set down yet---and went ahead of her to the tub, kneeling on the floor beside it, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
Once the woman was in, she stepped in as well, dropping some shampoo in her hands and after wetting her hair, massaged it in then rinsed. The woman leaned her head back and closed her eyes, giving amber the perfect opportunity to show why she should have been selected as her pet, and amber wasted little time in doing so. She remembered how and what she did that day in the little room while trying to get the key, and as she took the loofah and gently rubbed body lotion and scented oil on her, she softly kissed her owner's nipples----just kisses----and kissed and licked her neck as her lips followed her soaping pattern. She put her head below the water and kissed and licked down her belly to her navel, circled her tongue around it and gently tongued it. Once arriving at the lady's pussy, amber ever so gently opened the thighs just enough to rub a soaped and scented finger up and down the length before once again taking a deep breath, going under the water and began licking her labia then finally gently pushing her tongue inside.....
 
I allow Amber to undress me. She does it coldly, like she is undressing a tailor’s dummy in a shop window. But I don’t care. I am glad to be rid of those clothes that I will now always associate with that man and the experience I have just had with him. I will never wear them again and they won’t fit Amber, which reminds me that I must buy her something suitable. She can’t wear that skin-tight dress all the time.
Once I am in the bath, her approach to me changes. It is almost as though she is genuinely interested in giving pleasure, as if she herself gets pleasure from giving it to me.
I sink back into the warm silky water, close my eyes to allow my mind to relax and give myself up to her ministrations. Her rhythmic movements as she washes and rinses my hair massage my scalp. My body relaxes more and I sink lower into the water.
Her touch soon becomes more sensual. She has a natural aptitude. With training she could make me a small fortune if I were to sell her, but that is something for the future, the distant future. Provided she behaves herself. A troublesome slave is a bad slave. Difficult to control and impossible to sell.
I let her soap, lick and kiss me. Surrendering myself to the soothing soap, the tantalising licking and the arousing kisses that fall on me like the touch of butterfly wings. Her caresses relax my body and sooth my spirit. I soon begin to forget the events of the day and feel myself becoming aroused.
Her mouth is round my pussy now, fucking me under the water. I feel ripples in the water. As her head moves back and forth, they lap against my breasts. And matching them I feel ripples beginning inside me.
I stroke her head and wait for her to come up for air.
‘Take a deep breath’ I instruct her ‘then blow it out slowly onto my clit and into my cunt.’
I lie back to let the soft sensation as the bubbles form and begin to tickle my most erogenous zones.
 
"Yes my Mistress," amber replied, gasping for air then lowering herself under the water, gently blowing some of it across her clit then, gently separating her pussy lips, blows the remaining air into her pussy as she slips a finger inside her, masterbating her as she comes back up and feasts on her titties, first dancing her tongue just across the tips of her nipples then sealing her lips over them, sucking softly....
 
The bubbles from Amber’s breath tickle my clit and fizzle inside my cunt. Their floating motion around my pussy edges me closer to my orgasm, I begin to purr, quietly like a kitten as it begins to fall asleep under your caress. The bubbles are replaced by a firm finger as Amber’s head breaks surface and her tongue floats over my nipples. My purring becomes louder. Her finger becomes more insistent in my cunt as she sucks hard on my rigid nipples. Deep inside me a low growl begins to form.
I wonder for a moment if she is getting off on this. It doesn’t matter, of course, she is just a slave, that’s all, nothing more than a piece of property. Owners don’t make love with their slaves, they are serviced by them. Their feelings don’t count.
The growl is growing now. I feel the vibration of it as Amber’s finger reaches that delicious spot. Circling, probing, retreating, circling again.
Making love. Why did I think of that? Maybe because that is what this feels like. Amber isn’t going through the motions of providing a service, she genuinely seems to want to give me pleasure. It usually takes a lot of experience before a slave can create that illusion. She either has a natural aptitude or she really …
No more time to think about this. Her teeth are nibbling at my nipples. Her finger is now pressing persistently on that spot. I grip the side of the bath as the growl develops and escapes from my lips as a howl that becomes a roar.
My back arcs, my thighs clamp on Amber’s hand, my hands grip the sides of the bath as my body rocks, creating waves in the soapy water that wash over onto the floor, waves that match those in my belly.
 
As if by instinct, amber dives her head under the water to seal her mouth around her owner's erupting cunt.....mustn't let any telltale fluid from her body escape to the surface or she might be punished....but as she does so she begins to suck and swallow, the warm thick nectar flowing down her throat......this is the first time she ever swallowed cum, and to top it off, from a WOMAN!!.....the taste is suprisngly delicious.....sending a finger very cautiously up behind and into her ass, amber gently pokes at her owner's tight puckered hole before slipping a finger deep inside and slowly begins fingerbanging her while coaxing more of that precious fluid from her body by licking and diving her tongue deep in her pussy.....
Amber's first sex with a woman without being forced into it had begun, and the experience had been more than pleasurable. She was barely hearing her inner voice questioning her...'why are we enjoying this??????'
 
I think I’m done, but Amber dives under the water and starts to tongue fuck my cunt and drink my juice. My howling grows louder. Then I feel a finger around my ass hole. Instinctively I clamp it shut, remembering all too clearly what was recently forced in there, but her gentle urging wins me over and I find myself finger fucked and tongue fucked at the same time. My howling turns into a scream as my pleasure takes control of my brain. I no longer see or hear, only feel. Warmth floods through my body, I fly on a soft cloud and wallow in a wrap of silk.
As Amber surfaces, I pull her towards me to suck on her lips and flick my tongue around her mouth tasting the mixture of soapy water and my own juices. Her body now rests on mine, her breasts crushing mine, her thighs resting between mine, our groins touching.
Owning a slave is a tricky business. Am I developing feelings for her? Or is this just the natural reaction to owning something of my own after so many years? But it also occurs to me that I can do what I like with her. She is mine. I can use her as I want. No longer do I have to be careful not to cause damage as I do when collecting girls for my master. Absolute power opens up my wildest fantasies. Desires I have suppressed for too long. What can she do for me now? What shall I do to her?
 
Amber's mixed and confused feelings become even more so as her owner's tongue explores her mouth...amber responds in kind, sending her own tongue out to capture the intruder and wrap itself around it. The sensations amber is feeling are indescribable, a warmthness not of any degree Fahrenheit but deep within her,, like a sexual climax wanting to surround and engulf her....
Amber's lips melt into hers, slipping her finger still deeper inside her owner's ass and briskly fucking her....
whatever she is feeling it's like nothing she had ever felt before, and she wants to explore this....not just to please her owner---and for some reason she does sincerely have a desire to---but to discover hr own sexuality....
 
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