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The Motel's Mistress

Mikki

Mikki

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It's late, when Aimi Shin swings into the motel, tired and exhausted as she drags her car into the parking lot. She's been doing a tour of America ever since she moved here, eight years ago. The vestiges of her accent have long since faded, and she's now finally started doing the southern states, the less visited ones. She hadn't anticipated the amount of driving, and wondered if she should have taken a rest stop a few miles back. Still, driving alone was getting kind of boring, and the girl struggled to grab her backpack outside of her car, leaving the larger suitcase in the trunk and grabbing the keys as she moved towards the door.

A bell jangled, as she entered, not seeing anyone immediately. The girl shrugged, tossing her shiny black hair over her shoulder, and studying the front desk, approaching carefully as she waits for the owner, looking at the room rates. She's only got enough to pay for the night, and probably in one of the cheaper rooms, with a meal. Not terrible, she thinks, as she looks around the place, her phone out, taking a cute picture with her fingers curved into a V.

She forgets, predictably, to send the picture as she hears the sounds of someone approaching. As a result, Aimi shoves her phone into her bag, and turns, smiling to the lady at the front desk now as she asks, politely, "Do you have a room for one? I'll take the cheaper stay, just for the night. And if you've got anything to eat, that'd be great."

She hadn't eaten since mid-afternoon, which wasn't too bad, but well, she'd hoped for better. Her hand ruffled through her hair, as she held her hand out and said, "I'm Aimi, by the way!"
 
Veronica was in the back watching TV when she heard the bell ring. It was a welcome relief....ever since the Interstate was built the loose assemblage of buildings reminded many a wayward traveler of a ghost town. The motel itself was little more than a row of decades old bungalows----think of the ramshackle row of rooms in Alfred Hitchcock's classic movie, 'Psycho'---

But in the shadows directly behind the motel office a much darker version of reality was hidden away. In a converted barn was a series of rooms.
Every once in a while, a female motorist happened to come by, just like the asian girl that just arrived in the office. If the female was fairly attractive and alone, she became the perfect bait. A young blonde was hanging suspended from the ceiling in one room, head down, tubes attached to her vibrating tits. Like the asian, she was a weary traveler, stopped at the motel and was never heard from again.

"Hang on, I'm coming," Veronica called out. The brunette 32 year old put down her wine glass and entered the lobby through the rear door. A very attractive raven haired asian girl was just signing the reservation book.....'Aimi
"Hmmm.....Aimi, is that how you spell your name?," she said....."very nice....very nice indeed...."
Veronica looked out the window to see the one suitcase in the car. How fortunate....it looked like the girl didn't carry a lot with her......it wouldn't take much to erase all traces of the girl....once she was drugged and kidnapped, anyway.....

"I'm Veronica," she said, smiling...."and I own this place. Well, me and the bank, I should say. We're slightly off the main drag, but there's a fairly decent diner across the street....if you hurry, you should still be able to get dinner before they close for the night."
She went to the pegboard, fished out a key and handed it to the attractive asian.
"Room number 4," she said....."better drop your luggage in your room and head across the street or no food 'till morning...."
While the asian went to the coffeehouse, Veronica went back to the barn. The nude and gagged blonde was still feebly struggling.
"another hour on the milking machine and you'll be done for the night," she explained....

Veronica went back to the motel office, waited for the asian to come back....she'd give her about an hour or so then come over and more properly greet the girl.....with a ballgag......
 
While it was dark out, the twenty-four year old hadn't really worried about that sort of thing. After all, who traveled alone if they didn't have some guts to them? So far, she'd managed to handle everything just fine, really, and all she wanted was a nice bite to eat, and some place to crash for the night. By tomorrow morning, she planned to be on the road again, driving to the next tourist stop only five hours away. Tucking that thought away, Aimi turned to the owner, Veronica, and said easily, "Thanks! I'll take your suggestion! It was nice meeting you, Veronica."

With that, she headed into room number four, a pretty decent place to toss her backpack. She didn't need to move her suitcase, for now, and she'd be fine to just leave it in her car. Nodding to herself, she ignored the call of the bed to wal out towards the diner across the street.

And with that, she shuffled out of the motel, not seeing or thinking to herself that anything was particularly wrong, really. Aimi found herself at the diner, getting some pizza from a bleary-eyed waitress that seemed bored with life itself and her phone to flip through her photos through. By the time she was done, she was heading back to the motel to shower and get to bed.

She'd just started to change out of her tourist wear, grabbing an oversized t-shirt to sleep in, pulling it over her head and leaving on her classic lacy white panties, before heading towards the sturdy looking bed, with a thick headboard and soft mattress, though the quilts were a bit kitschy, but she'd gotten used to that with motels. The knock on the door startled her from her path, and again, Aimi didn't think, presuming correctly it was the owner as she pulled open the door.

"Hi! Can I help you?" she asked, trying to be polite but the smile wasn't all there, because really, she just wanted to be left alone, now, to enjoy her night.
 
Veronica gazed at the girl as she opened the door. She was even sexier looking in those bikini panties and T shirt.....it took her a few seconds to compose herself again.
"I brought over a cup of chamomille tea," she said. "trust me, it's just the thing to help you relax....I guarantee you'll be out like a light...."

It was painfully obvious that the asian didn't really want the interruption so Veronica made her move. She took the girl's hand, led her to the bed and sat down on the side with her. When the girl tried to move away she suddenly grabbed her by the neck.
"I'm sorry," she said, bringing the cup to the girl's mouth....."I'm afraid I must insist...."
With suprising strength, she pinned the girl down, pinched her nose to force her mouth open and poured the drug loaded tea down the girl's throat.
Once done, she let go, got up and went to the door, blocking the girl's only means of escape, even though within seconds she would pass out. She wouldn't be able to make it to the door if she tried....

Once the girl was out, Veronica quickly stripped the asian nude, secured the ballgag in her mouth then hogtied her. She got the girl's keys, got in her car and drove it around back. A series of garages were connected to the barn. She pulled the car into an empty space next to the blonde's Fiat, then closed and locked the garage. Next she took branches and erased all evidence that the asian was ever here. The guest book in the lobby was only there for decoration and was also quickly disposed of.
Veronica returned to Room #4, sat on the side of the bed and waited for the girl to wake up.
 
Tea?

Aimi wanted to scoff, turn the woman away politely and say she didn’t need any tea, but something shifted. The motel owner just entered, and Aimi was dragged along, startled as she asked, “Wait - I’m not -

The attempt was futile, as she was forced onto the bed, trying again, “Hang on - I -

The entire thing fell apart, as she was flipped down and Ainu cried out in shock, as tea was forced down her throat. Some dribbled down her lips, onto her shirt, but for the most part she was forced to swallow, coughing as she did. And from there, everything went blurry, and then dark.

When aimi woke up again, her shirt and panties were missing, body bare against the fabric of the bed. Blearily she tried to lift her head, only to realize there was something plastic in her mouth, forcing it open. She tried to struggle, to remove it, and then found her legs and hands were tied, which meant her movements were more rocking back and forth, unable to free herself and quickly they became more erratic, before she slumped, looking around wild and terrified before she finally saw Veronica again.

Horror and anger flooded, and the Asian girl flushed, demanding around the ballgag but her words were swallowed and stuffed, as she looked on, captured and unable to do anything about it.
 
"Another fly trapped in my web," Veronica said with an evil grin. She sat down next to the confused and struggling girl, ran a finger over her bare and exposed ass then slipped it in between her ass cheeks, playfully poking her puckered hole.
"I'm going to enjoy using you," she continued. "your'e going to become one of my milk maids. Go ahead and struggle all you want...there's no trace of you being here, no one will be looking for you...."

She grabbed the girl and turned her on one side, playfully pulling and twisting her nipples then bending over, began to suck on them.
"mmmmmm, very tasty," she murmered. "Just perfect for the machine. Now, what about the rest of you....?"
Veronica slipped a finger inside the girl's pussy and slowly began masturbating her...after a couple minutes of finger fucking, she withdrew, took out her finger and sucked on it.
"you taste delicious," she said....."your'e going to make a great sex slave, but for now, I need to show you the Barn....."

Veronica brought over a wheeled cart, the same ones used by large hotels to transport luggage. She dragged the girl onto the cart, adding additional rope to make sure she couldn't roll off. The night was cold as she pushed the cart outside and around the back.
The barn lay directly behind the motel....from the outside it looked like any old barn....faded red peeling paint, weathered boards as if it stood for a hundred years, but this was decieving. Veronica slid open a door and pushed the cart inside.
There were a series of rooms all made of concrete blocks with no windows. Some rooms had exposed rafters in the ceiling, ropes and chains hanging down....one had some kind of machine and a platform which looked like a person would be strapped down to it. Veronica continued.
"Someone in the next room I think you should meet," she said, opening the door. There was sounds of a machine....inside was a blonde girl, naked in her 20's. 2 long hoses were attached to her nipples, her tits encased in plexiglass globes. The girl was hanging by her wrists, feet bound together. She had a black rubber object in her mouth.

"This is an inflatable gag," Veronica explained, pressing on the squeezebulb. The ball in the girl's mouth expanded......
"I'm going to keep you here while she's being harvested," the woman said, turning the cart so the bound and gagged asian was forced to watch as the blonde struggled and swayed back and forth.
 
The touch was worse, and Aimi was shocked, as she felt a finger against her ass, brushing the hole and she flushed, her cheeks clenching involuntarily to try and prevent it. What the fuck did milk maid mean?

Her nipple, surprisingly, went hard in Veronica’s mouth, and she squirmed, trying to free herself but it did nothing. She was lean, small, her breasts round and full for her size.

It got worse as the fingers dived into her pussy, stroking with a gentle expertise, fucking in and out and to Aimi’s horror, she was starting to get wet. She clenched, trying to make it difficult but it only gave more friction, and she whimpered, as the fingers moved until they were gone and she was relieved, not quite on the edge but still in her senses.

Then they were moving. In the cold air, against the cool metal cart, her nipples hardened and her skin burst into goosebumps, her shivers ignored as they entered the barn she hadn’t paid attention to when driving in.

And then she saw the girl. And despite her better judgement, Aimi couldn’t look away, staring at the girl in absolute horror, as the globes fit on those breasts, as she swayed, bound tight and continued to be used, unsteadily.

What fucked up experiment was this?
 
The blonde made loud gurgling noises as she struggled....the clear tubes attached to her tits soon began to show a whitish fluid flowing through them and into the chugging, whirring machine.
"She's being milked," Veronica explained. "her breast milk being harvested and stored. I've been giving her injections to force her to lactate. I have to milk my hucow slaves at least once a day, sometimes more depending on how much milk they produce....from what my slaves tell me, if I wait too long the pain when their tits become full of milk gets really bad....they'll beg me to milk them...."

A brunette girl entered the room. She was totally naked except for a pair of heels.
"Will Mistress need help setting up the new slave?," she asked. Veronica nodded her head.
"Yes," she replied....."bring down the ropes and set up the other machine....we'll hang the asian next to the blonde...."
The brunette bowed and turned, revealing a black object between her thighs.
"all my slaves must wear buttplugs," Veronica explained. "they actually serve no sexual purpose but are used as a restraining device.....theyr'e electrified and if one of my slaves ever get stupid enough to try and escape......"

Saying that, she took out a smartphone and hit an app. Suddenly the brunette gave out a loud shrill scream and fell to the floor. Veronica helped her back up. "Just showing our new slave the purpose of your plug...."
"Mistress," she replied...."you know I'll never leave you....I beg you, please...."

Veronica and the slave untied the asian, forced her to a standing position, tied her wrists and brought her arms up over her head, standing next to the blonde. Veronica slowly hoisted the girl up until her feet no longer touched the floor. Her ankles were tied together tightly.

"I know this will hurt," the brunette whispered as she attached a set of clear plastic tubes to the asian's nipples, using adhesive to seal them in place. "trust me, if you struggle it will hurt a lot more.....please, please do whatever Mistress says...the price of resistence will be a lot worse...."
Veronica took a syringe and injected fluid into both the asian's tits.
"This will force your mammary glands to begin lactation," she said...."it will take a week for it to take effect so you'll have your tits sucked dry, which unfortunately for you will be quite painful....."

The machine sprang to life, the tubes shaking as they started to suck the asian's tits with a powerful force.....
 
Aimi watched the scene in blatant horror, her eyes wide and her heart beating fast in her chest, thumping against her ribcage and she couldn't breathe, as Veronica electrocuted the woman through her sensitive anal nerves. Aimi would have helped, had she not been bound so inconveniently like this, and the girl shuddered in her bindings, eyes shut as she heard the scream echo around her, as she heard the brunette's apologies.

And then Aimi was being moved, eyes wide and fearful as the gag was muffled around, sounds that made no abject sense except for protesting, for pleading for mercy. Her eyes were welling with tears, as she tried to convince the woman to let her go with no words, that she wasn't meant for such a life. All she'd wanted to do was see the world.

But then she was dangling in the air, her legs tight, her arms held aloft above her and her shoulders ached in such a position. As the tubes were tied to her breasts, she tried to squirm, to beg, to ask for mercy yet again.

And then she was injected; and the horrors began. Her nipples were immediately centered on, tugged up into hardness and she wailed, hot tears still streaming down her face as her breasts were shaking, her body swaying in the air from the force and her breasts were tugged, hard and fast for nothing.

How long would she be left like this? What kind of existence was this to be?
 
"keep an eye on these two," Veronica ordered the brunette slave. "The blonde should have about another 40 minutes to go but THIS one-----"
she pointed at the asian...."she'll be kept hung and bound for the rest of the night.....I'm going back to the office for dinner and will be back in an hour....you know what to do...."
The brunette nodded her head and bowed as the woman left the room. No sooner had she left then the girl looked around, then untied the asian's legs.

"Take it from experience," she said...."this will take your mind off the pain...."
The asian's pussy was just about head level with the brunette. The slave parted her legs and began sucking and licking the asian's cunt, curling her tongue into a kind of mini cock and started tongue fucking her.
"I know your'e gonna cum," she said. "Go ahead and let yourself go....the gag will keep you quiet....I should be able to get you to have at least one orgasm before she comes back...."
 
Aimi gasped at the idea of being on this thing the whole night. She was already suffering, struggling, bound and unable to leave, unable to free herself and her body ached with each movement.

But then, the brunette - whose name she didn't even know - was between her legs, as they were free and she hung from the air, swaying uncomfortably so.

Aimi wanted to beg for more - to be free, to ask for someone to help, to offer her own help by taking that goddamn plug out - but instead the girl was sitting down, and she felt the tongue press against her body, nipping at the lips of her body, feeling unsteady as the tongue darted inside her, sharp and fast and Aimi tried to resist, was struggling to get away but her nipples ached, her body was on fire.

And that tongue, it moved cleverly inside her, fucking her hard and unsteady, as her body started to leak wetness, soft juice that caused her to tremble, as she realized how carefully the woman worked, how she worked at Aimi's body and she couldn't breathe, just struggling for dear life to not cum.
 
The brunette paused only long enough to make sure her owner wasn't coming back in.
"wow," she said in a whisper...."your'e WET already!....good, that means I should be able to get you to cum in a minute....trust me, I'm that talented, or at least that's what our owner says...."

The girl slowed down, not for the purpose of edging the bound and gagged asian, but to make it last as long as possible.
The blonde moaned loudly and the brunette moved over and did the same to her as well, then switching back and forth between the two swaying bodies.
The two suspended slaves both gave out more moans before they both came....the brunette quickly tied the girl's legs to help hide the evidence.

Veronica returned about 15 min later....by then the brunette had already taken the blonde down and locked her into her cage for the night.
"Has our new slut given you any trouble?," she asked. The brunette slave shook her head.
Veronica gazed at the girl for a while. "Help me take her down," she said...."I changed my mind, I don't want to damage the merchandise. For now, we'll lock her up in the cage....."

The asian was far too weak to put up any sizeable struggle and both women were easily able to drag the girl, shoving her into a wire cage, usually to transport large dogs. It was only big enough to fit a human if she was crouched over, and that was the way the girl was fitted into the cage, her wrists kept bound behind her back. The cage door was locked......At her owner's urging, both the blonde and the asian had the gags taken from their mouths.

"We're miles from the nearest house," Veronica said, "plus the rooms are soundproofed, so you can scream all you want. You two.....get used to each other...you'll be seeing a lot of each other...."
Veronica tuend the lights out and her and the brunette left, closing and locking the door.

"My name's Melody," the blonde said...."Melody daniels.....what's yours? when did she capture you?"
 
Why was she wet? Why was Aimi turned on this situation? She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, as she watched the blonde sway and the way the brunette moved between them. It was hard to avoid it, he rogue moving through her as she gasped, moaned around the ball gag. When she came, her hips bucked, and juices slid down her thighs, onto the face of the brunette and she whimpered, as her legs were bound, as she panted, tried to breathe.

And then the psycho was back, and Aimi’s nipples ached and her mind was clouded and confused, burning with questions.

A cage?

She whimpered, and then they were on the move again. The cage was quite literally a cage, and she gasped, stuffed inside it, on her knees and bent over, face in the wire door. Her legs were still sticky from her own cum, as she felt the gag escape her mouth and drool dripped down her chin, as she licked her lips and tried to find words but the shock was still hitting her hard.

When Veronica left she heard Melody at last, and she gasped, whispered, “Aimi. My name is Aimi.”

Glancing up at Melody, as she replied, “Tonight. When did she capture you?”

Her body tried to shift, but there was no where to move and it hurt, trying to get comfortable, trying to find a way to shake herself out.
 
"Shit," Melody whispered. "just tonight, huh?....she kidnapped me 3 days ago....I left a boyfriend that I found out was cheating on me, packed my shit in my car and left....I stopped here to rest overnight and that sadist bitch drugged me with something.
She forced my tits to make milk and she's been harvesting me ever since. It hurt like fire till I started lactating....now when my boobs swell up with milk I need to be drained or I hurt like fuck....."

She tried to reposition herself but like Aimi, it was impossible.
"I think the brunette helper of hers wants to help us but she's afraid Mistress will catch her in the act....one thing for sure though....she sure likes pussy...."
 
Only three days? Aimi couldn’t start lactacting in three days; she just couldn’t. The entire possibility of that made her miserable to just consider it. Shaking her head, she turned to Melody, and listened to the girl’s story, sympathetic already as she thought about the brunette, her tongue, and escape.

“Maybe we could convince her,” said Aimi, sounding hopeful, unsteady but hopeful nevertheless. And then, more nervously, she asked Melody, “What happens here? Usually? Besides all this?”
 
Melody looked around as if she suspected hidden microphones or video cameras. When satisified there wasn't any, she moved closer to the side of the cage next to the asian.
" I overheard the brunette, Mistress Veronica and a guy the other day....do you have any idea how many of us this wicked bitch has kidnapped? I don't even know if you and I are the only ones here, maybe more in other rooms....A corporation with more money than morals is hand in glove with this bitch....they invented some kind of drug that makes women's mammary glands produce milk in just 3 or 4 days without pregnancy.....they're using us as 'Hucows' and selling our milk to 3rd world countries....theyr'e making a fortune from us...."

Melody paused, looking around some more before continuing.
"Mistress Veronica is a lesbian dominatrix....she's really into inflicting pain, bondage, clamps....I saw one girl, just for a minute before she was led into a room and the door closed....she had a collar around her neck, leashed and crawled around on all fours....."
The blonde looked over at the asian.
"She's gonna fit you with a buttplug in the morning.....she says all of her slaves wear one. And you saw what happens if you disobey her once it's installed..."
 
Aimi listened, wide-eyed and horrified to Melody’s story, the suggestion creating a sensation of terror as she thought of what kind of monsters could be capable of such a thing. The idea of this being a conspiracy that spanned more than just Veronica made her nervous, but not enough to give up on the idea of hope.

“Then we need to figure out a way to escape soon,” said Aimi, nervous. She had no idea what to anticipate, or how to get through this but she had never had anything up her ass and she didn’t want to start this way.

“When will they be back? What happens then?”
 
The blonde cringed at the thought.
"Like I said....most of us are used as human milking cows but some she keeps as her own sex slaves....fucking toys....I don't know what's worse. I know for sure that the brunette is one of her personal slaves. God Aimi, please.....please help get us out of here!!! I know you and I are gonna get those plugs in our asses in the morning......"

For much of the night the girls tried to comfort each other but there was little they could do.
The next morning Veronica and her brunette ass kisser came into the room. Along with them came a tall Amazon-looking woman....she was topless but wore black latex boy shorts and muscles larger than most men.
Veronica motioned toward the cages. The amazon unlocked the blonde's cage and pulled her out.

"let me go!," she called out...."HELP!!!!"
The amazon, Veronica and the brunette strapped her onto a metal table on her belly spreadeagled, then shoved a ballgag in her mouth. As she struggled she saw the device....it was 10 inches long, 5 inches diameter and looked like a hollow tube.
The second it was being pushed against her tight asshole, the blonde began thrashing, yanking furiously at her restraints.
She screamed as the plug was slowly pushed into her tight ass. Without lube and the size of the torturous device, it took more than 30 minutes before Melody felt her anal muscles close up around the device. Inside, small rubber anchors sprang out to latch the device inside her ass, making it impossible to remove.
"It's hollow," Veronica explained..."that way you can still have bowel movements and it has a cap at the end. But make no mistake, it is extremely powerful....I'm sure you both saw what happened to my slave here when I demonstrated it yesterday...it's the ultimate training and discipline device....don't make me use it...."

The gag was taken off the blonde's mouth and she was taken back to her cage....Melody was still crying and whimpering as she looked as Aimi was pulled out of her cage.
 
In her cage, Aimi watched, horrified as Melody began to be penetrated by the tube and Aimi couldn’t breathe, crying hot tears for the friend she’d made and wishing she could be free.

And then Aimi was being dragged out by the Goliath and her muscles aches from being held and she cried out, begging Veronica, “Please! Not that one! Not that big! Please I’ll do anything if you don’t do that to me!”

As she screamed, she thrashed. Her breasts swayed as the Asian girl moved, trying to face Veronica and begging desperately for reprieve, begging for anything but such a horrifying insertion.
 
At first, Veronica wanted nothing more than to inflict even more pain on the asian, but she had other ideas now.
"your'e going to experience your first anal orgasms," she said.....
Applying a special lubricant that tingled as it made contact with skin, she smeared the lube all around the asian's tight puckered ass, then coated a finger with the same lube and slowly slipped it inside, finger fucking the girl's ass.

"The lube has an aphrodesiac property," she explained....between my fingers and the plug, not only will you cum from your ass but you'll beg me for more....."
The extra lube made insertion of the plug slightly easier than for Melody, but only because Veronica had special plans for the sexy young asian. The plug seated itself firmly inside, anchoring itself then Veronica took out her smart phone and hit an app. Instead of shocks, just enough current gently flowed from the plug, just enough to arouse the asian captive.....
 
Anal orgasms? What the fuck did that mean?

Aimi was bent over the table, strapped down like Melody and she couldn't figure it out, until she felt a thick coat of cream sliding across her crack, onto the ring of her rosebud, the brownish pink hole fluttering, relaxing, the heat of it startling her body. Her nipples went hard, as Veronica's fingers dove into her body and she gasped, groaned. It was nothing like the painful torture she'd witnessed, as her pussy started to get wet, as her hips bucked back onto Veronica's fingers, swallowing them down.

When the plug started to enter her body, Aimi was groaning into it, wet stickiness on her thighs, as she felt her body cumming hard and fast from the insertion and Aimi's face was glowing, flushed and unsteady from the entire project. What the fuck was going on?

With the plug inside, she grimaced, the sensation strange, her ass warm and feeling spread, thick. And then it started to vibrate, and her eyes went wide, her hips bucking involuntarily into the air, her pussy grinding, trying to find some friction but nothing was enough, as she felt her body violently react to the arousal of it all.

"What did you do to me?" asked the asian girl, whimpering, unsteady, unsure of what she'd become.
 
Veronica smiled as she watched the asian scoot her ass closer to her fingers....despite the new slave's initial resistance, it was obvious that she was getting aroused.
"Good slut," she said, rapidly slipping fingers through the opening of the plug, finger fucking her ass. Between her fingers and the device, everything was fitting into place.

"Enjoy those sensations," she said.....your'e having your first anal orgasm. Oh, that's right....your'e one of those that think you can only have orgasms from pussy play, aren't you? well, that was just the first of many, many more....."

As Melody helplessly watched from her cage, the brunette brought over a choker made of metal but covered in black crushed velvet, a chrome ring dangling from the center. She also brought a matching cuffs, a ring on each one. A cuff was put on each wrist and ankles. Veronica herself secured the metal band around the asian's neck, locking it in place.
"This is your slave collar," she explained. "Yes, as of now you have been officially collared. The cuffs have rings on them so I can easily secure you to furniture, poles or whatever I feel like attaching you to."

A leash was clipped onto Aimi's collar as she was untied from the table and dropped to the floor.
"Take a good look at your cage mate over there," she said pointing over at Melody. "This is where you will be seperated....the blonde's tits have increased by 3 cup sizes, showing me that she will make an excellent hucow. I will find another girl to replace you because I've changed my mind....your'e too beautiful to be kept in a barn. I am going to train you into being my personal sex slave, my bedroom toy...."

Veronica put pressure on Aimi's back. "you will stay on all fours at all times....slaves do not stand and walk upright unless I give you permission. If you try to stand or attempt escape.....well, you know that the plug in your ass can cause terrible pain as well as pleasure...."
She gave a strong tug on the leash. "get moving slave.....I'm taking you to the house...."
 
The fingers in her ass, alongside the hollow plug made Aimi shake, quiver, as her body was flooded with sensation. She heard the words anal orgasm, but couldn't quite process that. She'd never even known that was a thing - and now she was expected to have more than that?

When the choker came on, the cuffs, Aimi was staring in shock, just trying to process her now different role. She'd been resigned to the idea of being milked, but to be Veronica's slave? Her gaze shifted to look at Melody, and she felt a surge of fear, a surge of pity, and the shock of seeing her breasts, the way she'd been adapted. Would she even recognize her friend again, after Veronica took her away? They were as much friends as Aimi could hope, as Veronica felt her body being pushed off the bench, onto the floor, still gazing at Melody with a surge of fear and pity, not for her own fate, but for Melody who she'd promised so fiercely last night that she'd help, even now, as she was put onto her hands and her knees.

"Can-

Aimi swallowed, staring at Melody, at her blonde companion, and turning to Veronica, pleading, nude and with nothing to offer, as she asked, "Can Melody come too?"

At least that way she'd know where Melody was, and if she was okay, right? At least that way, Aimi had tried to save her too. And maybe she'd figure out a way to free them before the bedroom slave of it all took her away.
 
Veronica expected the asian to ask that question.
"Possibly later," she replied, "but not right now....you still have additional training to undergo. Maybe I will hook the two of you up as a reward if you behave...."
The domme had no intention of being so condencending with her new slave. She continued to walk the new girl back into the house and into the bedroom.
The bed was one of the old victorian canopy beds with tall posts on each corner.
"Get up on the bed slut," she ordered the girl, then slapped her ass to encourage her. Once on the bed the brunette maid appeared as if by magic. Veronica and the girl wrestled Aimi onto her knees, attached ropes to the rings on the girls wrist cuffs and stretched her arms our wide, securing her wrists to the posts.
Veronica pushed the girl's knees wide apart, then tied them.

"We're going to take turns making each other cum," she said...."but first your'e going to learn how to properly beg and plead...."
Veronica stripped naked, got on her belly and proceeded to lick and suck on Aimi's pussy. Taking her time, she slowly worked the girl up into a sexual frenzy, curling her tongue and began fucking her with it, darting in and out.....
She could tell her slave was soon on the verge of an orgasm, then pulled out.

"I left your gag out because I want to hear you beg for your precious orgasms," she said.....
Veronica waited for about 20 minutes then began tongue fucking the girl again, in and out over and over then......nothing, pulling out and leaving her frustrated.
 
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