Slavery

For The Love of Daddy

This is an ENTIRELY gfictional piece of work about a father pushed beyond his limits by an unruly daughter. If you do NOT like incest stories, look elsewhere for something to read.

Gabby 4

Gabby 4
I awoke to the faint smell of cum and a few stains on the pillow. My entire body ached at the events of the past night, and I was still sticky in places. I stretched on the floor, yawning, and sat up. The table had been folded up and put away, as had the chairs. Tim was nowhere to be found. I walked upstairs looking for him. Nothing.
I ran water for a shower and stepped in. Steam started rising almost immediately, but the warmth felt good. I washed the cum off of myself and out of my hair, my fingers wandering as I thought of the night before. I started to rub my clit, but stopped myself. Better save it for Tim.
I finished quickly and dried myself in front of the mirror, looking at my body. Already it seemed like I’d begun to mature. I looked a bit leaner, harder, I wasn’t sure. I stood up straight and turned sideways, looking at the slim profile of my breasts. They looked bigger somehow, as though my sexual revolution had kicked my feminine aspects into high gear.
My pussy, it looked great, much better than with all the hair down there. I rubbed my lips. Dear god it felt good, still, better wait. I walked out the bathroom door and downstairs about the time he came in. He had a bag in his hands, but he put it down and grabbed my hair, pulling me close. I gave in to his touch as he grabbed my breasts firmly and smelled the back of my neck.
“Mmm, you showered, good girl. Face away from me and bend at the waist, grabbing your ankles.” I slowly did as he told me, allowing him to take in the sight of me. “Good, just wanted a look,” he told me, slapping me on the ass. He grabbed the bag and went upstairs.
I followed him up and knelt by his bed while he straightened things up in his room. After several minutes, he pulled something out of the bag. It was a leather collar, reinforced on the inside with steel wiring. He fastened it to my neck so that there was a D-ring in the front and one on either side, and slapped a padlock on the back.
“Put this on,” he commanded, tossing me a skimpy mass of fabric. I untangled it to see what it was. It was an absolutely miniscule black bikini. I slipped it on, and looked down at my body. The top was very tight, even my breasts strained against it and tied off in bows at my neck and back. Little triangles just barely covered my small nipples. The fabric was thin so anyone and everyone would see if my nipples were hard. The bottom was a black thong that just covered my now bare pussy.
“Thong bottoms aren’t allowed at the pool master,” I told him.
“I know, that’s why you can wear these.” He tossed me white shorts that were so thin you could almost see through them already. They were also extremely short, letting some of my ass hang out anyways. Once they got wet, it’d be like I was wearing nothing at all. I put my hair in a pony tail, realizing for the first time that I wore my collar. It would attract some stares, no doubt, but probably no more than my body was already going to draw.
We got in his car; the pool was a short 5 minute drive away. When we got there, there it was full, but not crowded as it wasn’t all that warm. I walked up to the counter and paid the cashier who made absolutely no effort to not stare at my tits. I stood there and let him for a few seconds before passing through the girl’s bathroom to the pool area.
Every adolescent boy in attendance stared, it seemed as I walked with Tim to a spot on the grass and set down my towel. He told me to immediately jump in the water and get my shorts wet. I walked over to the diving board and waited in line. I could hear guys whispering as they came up behind me.
Finally it was my turn. I stepped up and after a moments pause, did a simple little dive into the pool. I could feel everyone watching me as I swam to the edge, and the image I’d be presenting with the shorts I wore crept into my mind. I took a deep breath and climbed out of the pool.
It seemed like there was an audible gasp from everyone there as they got an almost unblocked view of my ass. Turning red, I walked around the pool back to my towel. I laid down to tan for a bit as my brother went off to swim. I figured it was safe enough to undo my top so I didn’t get any lines. Its not like it covered much anyways.
After about fifteen minutes, I felt someone poke me in the back, and felt a few droplets. I looked up to see a smiling boy of about 4 years old looking at me. I smiled back and leaned up to look. Who cares if he got a look at my boobs. “Hey there,” I said with a smile. “What’s up?” He took a step back and didn’t answer. I leaned up further, “What’s a matter, shy?” He nodded. “It’s ok, I won’t bite,” I told him, leaning up further. He walked up closer, then with a shout and a laugh, grabbed my top and scurried off with it.
I laid there for a minute, flush in the face and looked to my brother. “Well, you better go get it,” he said with a laugh.
I got up and wandered after the kid, covering myself with both hands. When I finally caught up with him, he was playing with a toy truck in front of a guy that looked to be about 20. The top was sitting on the ground in front of him.
“I guess this is yours,” he told me, grabbing it and walking over to me. I nodded, blushing. He held it far above my small frame. “You can have it if you can get it.” I jumped and flailed with one hand, but he was too tall. I turned redder, realizing what he was doing, and how much he was enjoying himself.
“Tell you what, I’ll be a little nicer,” he said, walking over to a nearby tree and tying it to a branch that hung a foot above my head. I walked over and tried to pry it free, but he’d tied it tight. I fumbled with the knot for a few minutes with my fingers, then the realization came. I’d need to use both hands. I gave a quick look around, about 20 people were looking while trying not to. I just took a deep breath and reached up, exposing my breasts for anyone that wanted to see, and see people did. It seemed like hours that I fumbled at the knots. He’d tied it tight. Finally, after it seemed everyone in the pool had gotten a look, I got it undone and tied it on.
I walked over to find my brother, but was shoved hard into the pool before I could see him. Furious, I looked up to see who’d shoved me. “Let’s get ready to go,” Tim said. I climbed out once more and walked over to my towel, wrapping it around my dripping body.
Once covered, Tim grabbed my hair and pulled me back. “Strip slut,” he commanded. Still well aware that I was being watched, I reached down and slid my panties and shorts down my legs. I was positive I’d flashed at least a few people a view of my pussy and ass. Next I untied the bikini and let it fall to the ground. Tim grabbed the back of the towel and guided me out. Once we were in the parking lot, he jerked quickly and pulled the towel off me, leaving me completely naked. I group of five teenage guys gawked as I ran to the car. He took his sweet time walking over, prolonging my embarrassment, and even longer laughing at me from the confines of the car before he let me in.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself,” he told me as we drove home. I rested my hands behind my head on the seat. It had a very flattering effect on my breasts making them even perkier than they already were. He rewarded me by grabbing them as he pleased on the way home.
I got out of the car and headed towards the house while he grabbed his stuff from the back seat. “Don’t forget your towel,” he called. I hurried my naked self back and leaned in the open window. The sound of the window closing pierced the air, and I hurried to get out of the way. I managed to get everything but my head and arms out before I was stuck. I reached frantically for the button on my door, but he’d locked me out.
He got out of the car and walked around, cupping my breasts in both hands. I arched my back at the sensation of excitement and helplessness that came with his touch. After a few moments, his hands slid off and I heard his footsteps disappear. He’d left me nude, exposed and helpless outside.
I tried to wiggle out of the trap, but that only caused the window to dig into my skin. I could almost reach the other door, but it would do no good, the car wasn’t on. Maybe half an hour later, my brother came back outside and set a book down on the driver’s seat. On the book, he placed a digital camera on a tripod. My digital camera. He turned it on. Frantically, I tried to cover myself, but was blocked by the window.
“Smile,” he told me evilly, before the smacks came. I grunted loudly as his hand slapped my ass and grabbed hard. I tried to move, but no matter what I couldn’t escape his hand. My ass was no doubt, bright red, and very sore by the time he finished the fifteenth whack. The camera, which had captured a large range of faces, now got to see ecstasy as his cock slid into my pussy. I wasn’t sure if it could see him fucking me, but it sure as hell got the look on my face. He fucked me hard, harder than he had before, so that the window dug painfully into my skin with each movement, but I didn’t care. The pleasure at his hard cock sliding in and out of me, and at my total submission was overwhelming.
I forgot myself and just started screaming with every thrust. “Oh, god, yes! Fuck, that’s so good! Harder!” I was so caught up in the moment, I came, hard and without warning. My pussy squeezed his dick with all it had, as he continued to thrust harder and deeper. I thought it was never going to end as each wave of pleasure sent me higher and higher. Finally my knees went week and my body sagged against my confines. I could still feel his cock inside me.
“Did you cum master?”
“No.”
“May I make you cum?”
“Tell the camera how you want to do it.”
“I want to suck you dry master,” I told the camera. “I want to use my mouth to pleasure you.”
“Where can I cum?”
“All over my face, anywhere.”
“Good slut.” He freed me and grabbed the camera. Realizing my soreness for the first time, I rubbed the red lines where the window had dug in. Upon walking into the house, I lowered myself to my knees and waited for his instructions. He pulled me over in front of the couch and sat down, spreading his legs.
“Please master, may I suck you,” I told the camera. “Please may I use my mouth to pleasure your cock?” He nodded and I moved down, his hand grabbed a handful of hair and pulled me down quicker while the other filmed my work from the side.
After the fucking he’d just given me, it didn’t take much work of my tongue and lips to get him close. He was moaning before long, and the camera was shaking with every downward thrust I made. Finally he stood and pulled out. I jerked him until I felt it start to swell. I shut my eyes and opened my mouth wide, hoping to catch the taste of some. I was disappointed initially as rope after rope of warm white cum streaked across my face, however as his orgasm began to wind down, a few droplets made it into my mouth. I relished the taste as he continued filming. When I could feel no more, I opened my eyes to see the camera directly in front of me. He was now snapping pictures. I smiled, always looking directly into the camera.
“Perfect,” he told me.
“What are you going to do with them?” I asked him.
“I’m not sure yet,” he smiled, “I guess that’s up to you.” He moved back and was now snapping full body shots. I shifted so that he could get everything, my breasts, cum covered face and shaved pussy in the shot.
When he was done, he brought the camera to his computer to upload the shots and video he’d taken while I knelt still covered in cum. I rubbed myself lightly as I saw him go through the pictures, one by one. I looked so slutty, taking it in the mouth and on the face. I found that I liked it.
My eyes widened with shock as he took one of the pictures, a side view with his cock about halfway in my mouth, and made it the background.
“What if mom and dad see?”
“They won’t, they’re never in here. I just want to remind you of your place.”
“Yes master.” I stared at the floor. Much of the cum by now had dripped down to my breasts, creating a sort of oiled up image I thought was flattering.
I cleaned up, licking what I could of the cum off my fingertips and went downstairs. My brother and I sat there watching TV for a while, him sitting on the couch, and myself kneeling in between his legs. Every so often he would reach down to grab my breasts.
After an hour or so, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” I instinctively called out, and before realizing my situation, opened the door.
“Hey, I’m here for my tu…oh,” Brandon’s face turned red.
“Oh shit,” I swore, Brandon had passed Trigonometry, but only barely. I promised I’d tutor him. I wasn’t particularly smart, but his parents practically begged me, plus he was cute, even at 14.
“It’s ok,” I said as he turned red and started to back away, “come on in.” I hauled him inside and shut the door. “This is a studying technique,” I tried to explain away my nudity. He didn’t argue. Tim had at some point retreated back upstairs so I invited Brandon to come sit on the couch.
With nothing else to do, we got out his books, and I started to teach him. At first he was very distracted by my nudity, so I decided to use it to my advantage. I laid on the floor on my stomach and handed him a washable marker. I told him he could start by doing practice problems one through four on my back.
“If you get them right, I’ll roll over and you can finish six through ten on the front,” I told him. He opened his book and binder and got to work. I gave him a few tips and pointers, but he concentrated on his work for the most part. I giggled as the cool marker touched me, and thought about how much Brandon must be enjoying this. After several minutes, I grabbed the book and had him read his answers off to me.
As I listened, I noticed a pair of handcuffs was still sitting haphazardly underneath the coffee table. I made a mental note for later. As he read the last one, I realized they had all been right. True to my word, I rolled over onto my back and laid down. I giggled again as he started just below my right boob, and watched him work. As he got further he ran out of room.
“Just go down a leg,” I told him. “Oh jesus,” I breathed as the marker touched my inner thigh, mere inches from my pussy. It was utter torture with him writing on me, just inches from my by now dripping pussy. I turned red from embarrassment, but didn’t move for fear of messing him up.
“All done,” he said what seemed like hours later. I looked down, squinting to read the bits written on my leg. They were all correct again.
“What do I get this time?”
It didn’t take me long to think. I grabbed the cuffs from underneath the coffee table and cuffed my hands behind my back. I moved up and straddled him, forcing my tits into his face. He kissed me between them, then slowly licked his way to my nipples. I arched my back even more as he licked, then without warning, his hand shot to my dripping pussy. I yelped with surprise and pleasure as he slid first his middle, then his ring finger in. I fucked his hand before several minutes, before he slid it out and forced his fingers between my lips.
Like I was giving the worlds greatest blowjob, I licked them dry. Eventually, he worked his cock out through the fly in his pants and gestured to me. I knew what to do, positioning myself over him, then slowly lowering down.
I moaned as he penetrated me, and continued sliding until he was in nice and deep. He sat there, leaning up against the couch while I moved up and down, just watching me pleasure him. It made me feel like such a little slut, to have him leering at my bouncing tits and shaved pussy while I gave him exactly what he wanted.
“Oh, swivel your hips a bit more, just like that…oh yeah,” he told me exactly how he wanted to be fucked, and I moaned, happy to follow his every command. Every so often his hands would slide their way up from my hips to my breasts, grabbing, kneading and squeezing, and I would oblige him by arching my back, getting them as close to him as possible.
He pressed his fingers to my lips once more, and I made my best slut face before parting them and taking them as deep as I could. That seemed to push him over the edge as he guided me in a shorter, faster rhythm with the other hand. Knowing he was close charged me in a way I cannot describe, and I started moaning with every swivel.
Finally he grabbed my tits, hard and pulled me down. The look on his face said it all. Even though I couldn’t really feel it, the thought of warm cum filling my pussy brought me to a small orgasm of my own. My pussy clenched on his dick, squeezing out every last drop. Several seconds went by and he just lay there happily, taking in the sight of a restrained girl still sitting on his rapidly softening cock.
“I expect the same effort out of you next week,” I said, sliding off him. He smiled, cleaned himself and dressed, leaving me alone and still cuffed. I wandered off in search of my brother, and some keys.

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I’m his bitch 2

Fantasy. Both are 13 years old. I reccomend reading part one.
Brandon left and returned again. This time he was holding a black thong with a pink, fuzzy border. He made me go into a closet and change into them. Once I came back, he started laughing. The underwear, since it belonged to his 11 year old sister, was very small on me. There wasn’t really a back, and they were so small that the cloth that was supposed to cover my ass was riding up my crack, leaving both cheeks completely visible. Brandon told me how pathetic I was, and how I would make a great girl.
Then he told me it was time for more spanking. I got on my hands and knees, begging him not to. I was nearly crying; I didn’t want him to give me another spanking. But he did anyway. Brandon threw me over his knee again and started slapping my ass with his bare hand. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It hurt even more because there weren’t any clothes covering me because the panties were riding up my ass hole. It was just his bare hand meeting my bare butt. I started whining and tears were filling up in my eyes. Then, Brandon surprised me. He stopped smacking and gently rubbed my smooth ass.
“Awwww, did that hurt?”, he asked. I was able to nod my head, still sniffling. I was happy that he was being nice now, but then…SMACK! “Well you shouldn’t have been spying on me bitch. I don’t care what you want, you’re nothing. All you’re good for is sucking my cock.
He smacked my ass cheeks a few more times before throwing me off his lap and onto the ground. Then, while I was on all fours trying to recover…SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The spankings made me fall to the floor, and now tears were rolling down my face as I lay on the ground with Brandon standing over me. He spit again, this time it sprayed all over my face.
“Alright, faggot, get up”, he said. He motioned me, so I crawled over on my hands and knees. I still had the tight black and pink fuzzy panties on. Brandon yelled stop, so I stopped crawling and looked up at him. He walked over to a drawer and pulled out handcuffs. They weren’t regular handcuffs, they were blue. Instead of metal, it was covered in soft fur. Brandon grabbed my hands and locked them behind my back. Then he threw me onto the ground. I was laying on my back and he stepped over me. He bent down like he was going to take a shit, spread his ass checks out, exposing his asshole to me.
“Lick it, bitch”, he said.
“You…uhh…want me to give you…a…uh…a rimjob?”, I managed to say.
“Yeah, dumbass”, Brandon replied. Apparently he was sick of waiting, because he threw his ass down and was sitting on my face. He forced me to stick my tongue out. My tongue entered his asshole, and his muscular cheeks were smothering the cheeks on my face. I got a good look at his rim because it was less than an inch from my face. To be honest, I didn’t hate the smell. It actually smelled pretty good, sort of like body wash. He must clean it whenever he’s in the shower. Brandon’s asshole wasn’t the same color as his tan skin. It was still tan, except a little darker and it got more pink deeper in his hole.
First I started licking around his asshole. I didn’t get much of a taste. My own face started to get covered in my saliva. My entire mouth was wet.
“Okay, slut. Stick your entire fucking tongue in now.”, Brandon said.
I did as I was told. I shoved me tongue into his asshole. I didn’t really have a choice, anyways, because Brandon’s ass was completely pressed against my face now. It didn’t really have a taste, but it was a little bit salty. I was snaking my tongue in and out of Brandon’s ass. It was soaking wet now from my salivia. My face was, too. It was so wet that my tongue just slipped in and out. I could tell Brandon liked it because he continued to press his bare ass against my face and started moaning and groaning again.
Brandon let out one, long, loud moan before getting up. As he got up, I saw his ass glisten from how wet my mouth had made it.
“Alright, princess. Time to suck my dick again.”, Brandon said.
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my knees. He thrusted his lips forward and his dick was right in front of my face. When I hesitated, he took me by the ears and started thrusting more, shoving his entire dick in my mouth. I started to gag because I wasn’t used to such a big thing in my mouth, but he just started face-fucking me even harder. Brandon turned my face and stuck his dick into my check. I could feel it poking into the side of my mouth, and then he turned my head back and continued to shove his cock in and out of my mouth. Just like last time, between his long and manly moans, he would say stuff like “oh, such a good little cocksucker” and “yeah, that’s a good boy”.
The entire time he was face-fucking me, Brandon’s balls were slapping against my face. I was amazed at how fast he could recover, because when they were hitting me in the face, I could tell that they were huge. I was afraid because I knew that his load would be huge. Brandon kept on shoving his dick into my mouth until his moans signaled that he was close to cumming. He shoved his cock into my mouth four more times (the entire shaft, all the way in, poking the back of my throat and making me gag) before he told me to get ready. Brandon shot his load into my mouth. It was so big that I couldn’t swallow it all and some of his sperm leaked from the sides of my mouth and dripped onto my chin, and chest.
“Oh yeahh bitch”, Brandon said. “how’d you like that? you want some more? here”, he continued, sticking his cum-covered dick in front of my face. Again, he made me lick it like a lollipop until he was completely clean. His load was so big that it got over his balls, too, so I had to suck on them one at a time to get all his sperm off.

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Trafficked Love Ch. 18

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. —Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Madness( chap 1)

It was a crappy night out, raining, cold, all and all miserable. The funny thing is, I wasn’t even supposed to be at the shop. It’s my garage, but I have a guy that runs the place for me, and I usually sit at home “managing” from a far. It’s a good life, I can’t complain.
I was sitting at the counter watching some of the Monday night football game. I was in the shop trying to get a bunch of paper work done, and I ended up staying late. Everybody else was gone and wouldn’t be back in till morning, and the game had already started, so I figured I’d stick around till half time, and then head home after that.
I was pretty pissed when I heard the knock on the window, I figured it was some idiot thinking I’d turn on the pumps so they could get some gas. I never would have answered the door but I knew they could see me behind the counter, since I’d forgot to drop the blind on the window like I should have.
When I got to the door I saw these two cute girls, all decked out in their high school cheerleading outfits, wearing those little white shoes, and the short skirts. The two must have been cold, they barely had anything on in the way of clothes, and the way it was raining, they looked like drowned rats, but cute little drowned rats.
I could feel the aching in my loins immediately as I opened the front door, hell, I thought I might get a blow job out of it at least.
“Thanks Mister, our car broke down and our cells don’t work out here.” I led the pair into the shop, making sure to close the blind so nobody else could see inside now.
“Do you think we could use your phone?”
“Well, what’s wrong with your car, want me to tow it in and see if I can do anything with it?” The two girls looked at each other, they were so cute, and the way the rain trickled down their foreheads, I could almost imagine their matted hair having been caused by a long fucking session, at least I wished it had.
Even under the little vest of their uniforms I could see they both had great bodies, young, lithe bodies. They both looked to be about 17 or 18.
“What are you doing out tonight, its horrible weather.” I had to make sure nobody knew where they were, or that they had called anybody yet about the car, my mind was already concocting plans.
“We had a football game in Ada, we drove instead of riding on the bus, and then on the way home, we must have turned down the wrong road, and, well we’re lost.” The girl was obviously a little scared. It only made my balls ache even more.
“What’s wrong with the car?”
“I don’t know, we were driving along, and then hit this big puddle, and it kind of died.”
“Hum. Where’s it at?”
“Well, it’s down this road,” she pointed to the west, “and then there is this sign with a big windmill on it, and we’re down the road there.”
“How the hell did you get on that road? It’s a dead end that leads to nowhere.” I had to do everything to cover up my smile, I knew exactly where they were talking about, and there wasn’t anything up the road, nobody would have driven past them and seen them there.”
“I don’t know, we turned down there thinking it was the way to the highway, then we’d got to the dead end, we were coming back and hit this huge pothole puddle thing, and then the car kind of died.” I could see the girl shivering as she recounted the story for me.
“Please mister, could you give us a tow and see if you could get it started.” She pulled out her wallet and flashed a couple credit cards.
“So nobody knows you’re out this way, and you said your phone doesn’t work?” It was probably a little bit risky to ask so explicitly, but I had to know, and my mind was racing with plans. Like I said, I’ve got a pretty good life, I’ve got the only shop for a 20 mile radius, I do lots of work on tractors and farm equipment, I’ve got other people to do the work, so I have a lot of free time. I’ve had the place for 15 years, inherited it from my dad when he passed, and now I’ve expanded it to a huge business, junk yard, little bit of a dealership, you know, man of all trades and hard work equals success kind of thing.
“No mister, we got lost. We were following the team bus, but in the rain and everything, we kind of lost them. Our phones don’t work out here.” I knew there wasn’t a cell phone tower for 50 miles, not many of the farmers had use for them so they were never built, to my great joy.
“We walked all the way here and didn’t see a soul. Mister, we’ve got 3 friends still sitting in the car, it’s cold out, could you please go pick them up? Please?” Though she was young, the girl obviously was well practiced in using the pouting look to get men to do things for her.
“My name is Pat.” I extended my hand.
“I’m Tara, and this is my friend Lisa.” Tara was probably 5’8″, she had long straight blonde hair, at least it would be straight again when it dried. The way she did all the talking, I kind of figured she was the captain of the squad, probably the most popular girl in school, and girl most jacked off to girl in classmate fantasies.
Lisa, the other girl, she wasn’t quite as tall, maybe 5’6″, her breasts seemed to be larger, the curve of her outfit at least gave that indication. Lisa’s hair was blonde too, but it looked to be via the hairdresser, and not natural.
“Hi, Tara, Lisa, I guess it’s your lucky night. I should have been out of here a couple hours ago, but I stayed late to do some paperwork, and boom, you come along. Let’s see what I can do for you.” I had them in my grasp, I could see the relief in their eyes, they actually thought they had been incredibly lucky, in a few hours, they’d know the truth, that I was the lucky one that night.
“You said you’ve got three friends in the car still?”
“Yeah. It’s cold out their.”
“Well, I can’t fit you all in the truck when I pick up the car, so do you mind staying here? Then I’ll bring them back and see what I can do about your vehicle?”
“Oh that would be great mister.”
“Here, why don’t you set all your bags behind the counter here and I’ll take you down into the lounge and you can warm up and relax. You can call your parents from there if you want.” I handed each of the girls a towel from the shelf. I made sure that they left all their stuff behind the desk, even though I knew their phones wouldn’t work here I didn’t want to take chances.
“Just follow me.” I led the girls through one of the “employee only” doors, then down into the pit, though they didn’t know it was the pit, at least not yet.
“Sorry about the dirt and grime, this is a working garage and the lounge is kind of hidden away.” I turned on as few lights as possible so they wouldn’t get too nervous. When I got them to the pit door, I knew I was set. “Just head into the lounge and I should be back in a few minutes with your friends.” I didn’t turn the lights on till they were well inside and I’d slammed the door shut. I could hear them screaming instantly when they saw their surroundings, I loved it. I knew they were seeing the inside of the oil pit, the car parked over head, and I knew they had to know what was happening now.
I rushed upstairs into the garage. The girls’ voices were shrill, and I could hear the fear clearly in their screams. I peered under the car, I could just barely see the two there. There was no way they could get out, the pit was a good 7′ deep, and there was a car parked over top, so as young and flexible as they might be, they weren’t getting out of there.
“Girl’s” I tried to address them, but they were screaming loud and couldn’t hear me. I let them wail for a few minutes more.
“Please mister, please, please, let us go, please…” I didn’t bother to respond to their pleas, I just waited for them to go quiet. They continued to sob as I started speaking.
“Don’t worry girls, I’ll be back soon enough with your friends. I apologize that it’s kind of dirty down there, but let me take care of your car, get your friends in line, and then I’ll take you to a nice warm place, be patient. We’ll have a good time after that.”
“Pleaaaaasssseeee!” I could hear them crying out to me as I hopped in the rig and started off to pick up their friends. I guess it was a little cruel, but I turned off all the lights in the garage, only the florescent glow of the sign gave off any light at all. I can just imagine them huddling together. Hell, in a week or so, if everything goes right, I think I’ll have those to do more than just huddle together.
I couldn’t help but rub my dick as I drove to the spot where Tara said they broke down. Believe me, I’ve never done anything like this before. Oh, sure, I’ve got a blowjob or two from a grateful girl with a broken down car, hell, I fucked a couple, but I’ve never thought of doing anything like this. But the opportunity is just too damn good. I mean, five girls, five teenage cheerleaders at that, hell, how lucky can you get?
The car was right where I thought it would be. I didn’t bother to turn on the flashers, and I cut the headlights as quick as I could, no use drawing any attention to myself, even though I know nobody would see me. The road connected to one of Old man Patterson’s back fields, and there isn’t a house for a mile around, the girls had done a good job getting off the main road for me.
I had to knock on the window, the girls in the car were too afraid to get out on their own.
“Hi there, my name is Pat, Tara and Lisa sent me to pick you up and see if I could get your car running back at the shop.” I saw the ease flash over their eyes when I told them Tara and Lisa had sent me.
“Why don’t you three go hop in the truck, the heat is on, it’s probably a little more comfortable than the car. Just leave your bags in here though, there isn’t a lot of room in the cab, we’ll get to the station and straighten everything out there.” I love trusting kids. I was even more pleased that my three newest captives were equally as beautiful as the first two. I didn’t get names, but there was another blonde, one of those tall thin girls, probably 5’8″, and she was absolutely stunning, and seeing her, it was pretty damn hard covering up my erection. A whole world of ideas flashed through my mind when I watched her climb out of the car.
There was also a brunette. She was probably only about 5’2″, maybe 5’3″, though, when I get her into some high heels, she’ll definitely look pretty hot. I couldn’t tell for sure in the dark and the uniform, but she looked like she had big tits.
The third girl was a redhead, not fiery red hair mind you, it was more soft, almost a strawberry blonde, just the way I like them. She looked to be about 5’6″, and her body looked incredible, thin, decent breasts, long legs. I’d sure got lucky, whatever school they were from produced some hot cheerleaders.
I walked the girls up to the cab and helped them up. I don’t think they even minded that I touched their asses as I got them in.
“You can see if you can get something on the radio, you might be able to get a station, the two-way is down though.” It was only down because I’d disabled it, I didn’t want to give them any ideas at all to try and call for help.
It’s amazing how fast you can get something done when you’re dick is demanding you get the girls home. I got their car up on the flatbed in record time. I brought along a cover just in case. I knew I would dump the car in the junkyard tonight, then crush it tomorrow or the next day. I was already thinking about getting Jim—my manger—out to the house to help with the girls, hell, I might even offer him one of the girls for his own.
I hopped back into the cab, I didn’t even care if they saw the bulge in my pants at that point, though I don’t think they did.
“Hey girls, I think we’re all set. I think I can get your car fixed tonight and then get you on your way.” I popped the truck into gear and started off for the shop. I couldn’t wait to get back.
“So we weren’t properly introduced. Again, my name is Pat.” The brunette was pressed so close against me I could feel the heat of her body. I ‘accidentally’ grazed her thigh as I got the big truck up to speed on the highway. The blonde spoke first.
“My name is Monique.”
“I’m Emily.” I liked the strawberry blonde already, and I loved the name.
“I’m Jayme.” Taking a look now the brunette definitely had big knockers. It was hard to keep my mind on the road when I started thinking about what I could do to those tits.
“We should be back at the shop in a couple minutes.” I’d already decided I’d take the truck and their car into the back garage, we used it for storage mostly, but it would be the best place to unload. Once I closed the door there wouldn’t be anyplace for the girls to run, which was perfect.
I pulled the rig into the garage without incident. I’d decided I’d get them out of the truck and walk them over to the tool cage, it would be a good place to hold them till I got their car dumped in the junk yard.
“Girl’s, I’m going to drop you off here for the moment, see that cage over against the wall? There is a door inside that leads to a nice lounge, that’s where Tara and Lisa are. Then I’ll get your car up on the hoist and see what’s wrong with it. Okay?”
“Sure, that sounds good. Do you think we could call our parents to tell them what’s up?”
“Yeah, that’s not a problem, though I think Tara and Lisa said they were going to tell everybody where you were when they called home. There is a phone in the lounge, so you can call if you want anyway.” I helped the girls out of the cab, copping a feel just for the hell of it, though soon enough, I knew I’d be able to do whatever I want with them.
I led the girls over to the cage, I had to undo the padlock for them, I don’t think they suspected anything at all. I was such a gentlemen, letting them all go first, I don’t think they had a clue what was up till I slammed the door shut and put the padlock back on.
“Whaaa…” Monique couldn’t even finish her cry, it was classic. I think for the first time they realized that the cage was just that, 4 walls, and a fenced in ceiling, there was no door to a lounge anywhere.
“What are you doing, let us go. Where are Tara and Lisa???” The three girls were so cute in their little cheerleading outfits, I almost just wanted to stare at them for awhile, but already I was getting sick of their screaming. Jayme had hold of the fence and was trying to rip through it, but I knew she wasn’t going to get anyplace.
“Let me take care of your car, then a little later we’ll head off to my house for a good time.” I knew it would make them scream more, but it was kind of fun. I liked making them even more scared, and I still had a lot to take care of before I could get them home for the real events I planned.
I hopped in the cab and started backing the rig out of the garage. My mind was racing. I already knew where I’d keep the girls till I got things really fixed up. I’d bought my house a number of years ago, the place was huge, and in the basement the previous owners had run a dog breeding business. There were still like 10 kennels down there, and a bunch of dog cages used for transport. I’m so glad now I’d procrastinated on getting rid of the crap. I’d been meaning to do it for years, but now, it turned out to be the perfect spot to keep them until I got the basement finished up just like I dreamed of. I think there are even some dog whips and leashes down there. I’ll probably have to do some shopping on the net for all the other toys I’d love to use on the girls, but I think I’ll have enough to keep them occupied for awhile.
I took their car out to the back part of the junkyard, really it’s not even the junkyard, it’s this fenced in area out by the trees. Nobody ever goes out there, and with the cover on, I should have a couple days easy to crush the thing.
After I dumped the car off and locked the fence up again, I drove back into the front garage and parked. I’d pulled all the girls’ crap out of their car already, I knew I’d probably have to have a good old bonfire one of these nights.
I heard Tara and Lisa screaming in the pit as I moved their stuff from under the counter.
“I’ll be right with you girls. I picked up your friends. They’re doing fine, they’re out in a cage on the back lot.”
I walked into the office and got a huge duffle bag, I dumped all the girls’ stuff in and then put it in my truck. It was going to be a tight fit in the cab, even though I had a quad cab. Hell, then I realized I might as well put the girls in the bed, I’ve got a cover, maybe the cold would get them a little more in the mood to behave when I get them home?
I went into the shop and grabbed a handful of nylon ties, they’d be good to bind the girls’ wrists with.
“Hey Tara, Lisa, it’s almost time to take you to my place.” I could hear them blubbering in the pit. It was kind of fun to make them scared. I almost couldn’t believe I was doing this, it’s not like I’d planned it or anything, but when 5 beautiful teenage cheerleaders fall into your lap so perfectly, what else can you do? Serendipity, you’ve got to love it.
I went out to my truck and laid an old sleeping bag in the bed. I had the nylon ties and I grabbed some duct tape to gag the girls’ mouths’ with. I’d already got all their possessions in the truck and hidden their car, I didn’t have to worry about security tapes or anything like that. There are some nice things about living in a small town, crime isn’t really a problem so we’d never bothered to invest in cameras, or anything like that at the shop. Well, crime was low, with the exception of me and 5 kidnapped girls now.
I put my head under the car that covered the pit. I could hear Tara and Lisa balling, they tried to beg me to let them go, but I had no desire to listen.
“Girl’s, it’s time to head home. We’re just going to have a little fun, and then everything will be all right.” I lied, but it doesn’t really matter. “I’m going to open the door to the pit, I want you, Tara, to come out first. Don’t think about doing anything stupid, just behave and everything will be all right. I want you to walk to me, I’m going to put a nylon strap around your wrists and then gag you with a bit of tape. After that, when I call for you, Lisa, I want you to come out and I’ll bind you too.” I listened to them sob, it was joy to my ears.
“Have you girls ever heard of a tazer?” I paused, letting them think about what I said.
“One of the farmers left one here at the shop a time ago, it’s for use on cattle. If you get any ideas, well, I’ll have to use it on you, and I don’t think either of you would like that.” I held the cattle prod over the pit and pushed the rubber button, a glorious blue arc of electricity shot from the points of the prod. I don’t know if I’d really have the heart to use it on one of the girls, but I think the threat was all they needed.
I went down to the pit and opened the door slowly.
“Tara, I want you to come through the door, walk towards my voice, keep your hands up behind your neck. Understand?” I could hear her sniffle out a response. I saw her shadowy figure move down the narrow hall from the pit. When she reached the stairwell I had her get to her knees. I was a little disappointed she didn’t fight more as I pulled her hands into the small of her back and zipped off one of the nylon ties, I pulled it tight, I’m sure it hurt, but I didn’t want her going anyplace. She tried to beg me to let her go before I put the tape over her mouth, but I really didn’t feel like listening. With my hand up under her elbow I moved her up the stairway and left her at the top of the steps.
“Lisa, it’s your turn. Be a good girl like Tara and everything will be all right.” I saw Lisa emerge from the pit door. My dick was aching. I thought I might cream my shorts, but I managed to get Lisa bound and gagged without making a real mess.
Once I had the two at the top of the steps it was easy. I had the truck parked just out the back door where there were no lights. I picked up each girl and tossed her onto the rolled out sleeping bag. Before closing the lid on the bed I decided to put a nylon tie around each of the girl’s ankles.
I could barely see them in the dark, but I loved the gentle, desperate mewing I heard. I shut the cover on the bed and drove into the back garage, ready to pick up my three passengers from the cage.
I was damn near ready to blow with anticipation by the time I got to the back garage. I couldn’t stop thinking about the two girls lying in the back of my truck. God they looked so cute in their little cheerleading outfits. I was having a hard time deciding which girl I was going to take first. I planned to take all of them in turn, and I hoped at least a couple were virgins still, but who knows anymore? If nothing else I’m sure none of them had been taken anally yet, and I can just imagine how tight their asses are. Oh I can’t wait to hear them scream as I force my prick up their cute little butts.
The three girls in the cage were yelling when I pulled the truck in. I didn’t even try to cover up my erection when I started toward them.
“What are you doing? What are you doing? Let us go, please!” Jayme’s scream echoed through the large back garage. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I moved towards them.
“Girls, girls, I know you can’t wait, but it’s only going to be a few minutes more.” I held the cattle prod up for all of them to see.
“Do you know what a cattle prod is?” I pushed the button and the spark arced from the two points.
“I want you all to get on your knees and put your hands up behind your head. I’m going to come in there and put a nylon strap around your wrists. Don’t think about doing anything heroic, otherwise you’ll get to feel this prod, and from what I’ve heard, it’s not too pleasant an experience.” I stood outside the cage waiting for the girls to put their hands up behind their heads. They were all sobbing, I loved the way their bodies shuddered. Monique was the first to obey, she hesitantly put her hands up behind her head, her gaze was locked on me the whole time. I knew then, looking into those big hazel eyes, she was going to share my bed tonight.
“Come on girls, be good like Monique and put your hands behind your head.” When I pushed the button on the prod again, the other two girls moved their hands up behind their necks.
“Good girls. Now sit still and we’ll get you home.” I failed to mention it was my home, though I think they were getting the idea now.
They were all sobbing hysterically as I unlocked the door to the cage and walked in. Even if they fought, I knew I could overpower them. I’m not the smallest guy in the world. Yeah, I’m a little out of shape, but not too bad. I’m 6’1″ and 250, I know what you’re thinking, 250, that’s more than a little out of shape? Well, put it this way, I used to be big into weightlifting, and I still put up my fair share, so it’s not like its all fat, and I know I could take all three girls if I needed to, but I didn’t think it would come to that. Not the way their bodies trembled, and not based on the volume of their cries, they sounded too desperate to put up that much of a fight.
I grabbed for Jayme’s wrists and pulled them into the small of her back, the nylon band went easily around her tiny wrists and I cinched the plastic tight.
“Pleeeaaaasseee.” She could barely stutter out the words. I tore off a piece of duct tape and sealed it over her mouth, I enjoyed the break from her cries. I rubbed her long hair and bent down to whisper in her ear.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun princess, just relax.”
I had hold of Emily’s wrists, I put the nylon band on, pulling it tight so there was no way she could get out. Her lips were trembling, and the tears streaked down her cheeks as I put the tape over her mouth.
Monique’s whole body shook as I put the plastic around her wrists. I reached around her and cupped her breasts through the cheerleading outfit, they weren’t huge, but even through the fabric I could tell they were perfectly formed, and so young and taut. I pressed my hips into her back. I could hear her whimper louder as my hard cock touched her body. I cut another piece of tape and pressed it tight over her mouth.
“It’s time for you to meet up with Tara and Lisa again, they’re in the back of the truck.” I helped Monique from her knees and started leading her out of the cage toward my truck. I let the tailgate down, then lifted up the cover on the bed. After the initial period of squinting against the lights, I loved the look of shock on Tara and Lisa’s face as they saw Monique there, the tape over her mouth and her hands bound behind her back.
“I told you I’d go pick up your friends, I’ll get Jayme and Emily in a second.” I put my hand up between Monique’s legs, I could feel the gentle bulge of her sex as I lifted her up into the bed. I helped her into position next to Lisa.
Stepping back, I loved the way the three looked laid out in the back of the truck. I wrapped a tie around Monique’s ankles so she couldn’t hope of getting away. I loved the way their bodies twitched uncontrollably in fear.
“Let me go get your friends and we’ll get out of here.” I hopped off the tailgate and went to get Jayme and Emily. They were still on their knees, their big eyes followed my every move. I helped them up and held their elbows tight, I pushed them towards the truck, my dick was about to explode. I was tempted as hell to just take one of them there, to drop those cute little panties and ram home, but even though I knew nobody would come in, I thought it wiser to get them to my house, then I could have all my fun in the privacy of my own place.
It was kind of a tight fit to get all 5 girls into the back of the bed. I’d debated whether I should put a blanket over them or let them feel the chill of the night air, in the end I decided to keep them a little warm, I tossed an old blanket over top of the three writhing girls.
I stood there looking down on them.
“Don’t worry girls, we should be home in about 10 minutes. Believe me, I can’t wait.” I couldn’t stop smiling. My brain was racing, all the things I’d ever fantasized about, now I was going to make it happen. I’d experimented a little with BDSM, I had a few girlfriends over the years that liked to be tied up, but it was all a game, they didn’t really get into it the way I’d wanted too, that was all going to change now. I had five slaves to do with as I pleased.
I shut the lid on the bed of the truck and slammed the tailgate shut. I couldn’t wait to get home.
I went through the shop one more time. I made sure that there were no sign that would make the girls’ presence known. I took a look at the pit to make sure there was nothing on the floor, or that they wrote notes on the walls. It took awhile, I thought my dick was going to explode, but I just wanted to make sure. When I finally climbed up in the cab I was dying. I couldn’t even stroke myself through my pants, I knew if I did I’d cream my shorts, and I wanted to save all my cum for my new prizes.
The ride home was terrible. I wished the miles would melt away, it felt like I was high, there was so much excitement and adrenaline running through my body I almost felt sick. When I finally pulled my truck into the garage I had to just sit there for a second, I couldn’t believe what I’d done, I’d kidnapped 5 girls, and soon, I was going to rape them all and keep them as my slaves. I should have felt guilty, but you know, I didn’t.
When I got out of the truck I thought about getting the girls right then, but instead I went into the house. My two dogs were on me the moment I got through the door. I suppose they were a little anxious, I was a couple hours late feeding them. They were good boys, two big black labs. I’d got them both as puppies, and now, at 2 and a half they each weighed over 110lbs. Spike was the alpha dog between the two, and Shadow followed along obediently wherever he went.
I didn’t bother trying to make anything up for them. I’d grilled up a couple steaks the night before for myself, I figured what the hell, I’d treat the boys to that, and then I could get my dick in Monique a lot sooner, since I’d decided on her. There was just something about her, the way she moved. There was an endearing nervousness that turned me on, I can’t explain it.
After I’d dealt with the dogs it was off to my new prizes. I loved the way the five pairs of eyes followed my every move. With their hands and legs bound I had to slide the girls out one by one from the truck. First I put Tara over my shoulder and carried her down into the basement. I could hear her trying to beg, but the tape did an effective job of muffling anything she tried to say.
I carried Tara down the stairs, and then took her off into the unfinished side of the basement. I had a good 1500 sq ft of space, I’d debated for years what to do with it, but now it was perfect, I knew I was going to build my own dungeon to keep my pets.
I set Tara down on the floor. At first I was going to put her in one of the cages, but then I decided that the girls probably needed to use the bathroom.
“Now Tara, don’t think about doing anything stupid, if you girls behave, you’ll be all right. Do you understand?” The terrified girl nodded her head.
“I’m going to put you in the bathroom and then get your friends. I’m going to untie you, be smart, don’t do anything stupid.” I cut the nylon bands on her wrists and ankles. There was a bathroom on the unfinished side of the basement, obviously the previous owners had planned to finish off the apace, but never got around to it, just like me.
I shut the door and left Tara inside. I was able to make sure she couldn’t get out by wedging the door shut. Only three more to go…
I was pretty damn tired by the time I got Jayme, Lisa and Emily into the basement. I left them all locked in the bathroom when I went to get Monique. I’m sure the later arriving girls might have liked some privacy when they used the toilet, but I wanted to get them all used to having no more rights but what I gave them.
Unlike the other girls I got Monique out of the truck and carried her into my bedroom. The dogs were barking and yelping at her as I carried her into my room, but they meant no harm. I laid Monique down on the bed and then got the dogs out. Seeing her there, bound as she was, I desperately wanted to fuck her, but I had to take care of the other girls first.
I grabbed the sleeping bag and blanket from the truck and carried it down into the basement. I was pleased to see that none of the girls had taken the tape from their mouths when I left them alone in the bathroom.
“Did you all take care of your business?” I could see the tears streaming down their cheeks.
“Come on.” I stood back and pointed the girls toward one of the kennels, they were for pretty big dogs, so they were about 6′ tall, maybe 6-7′ deep, and about 5′ wide. I knew the chain link was connected well, it could handle 150lb danes beating against it, and I knew it could handle my new pets too.
I tossed the blanket and sleeping bag into the cage in preparation for the girls.
“Go on, get in there.” I could hear them sobbing louder as they got in the cage.
“I’ll bring you down some water and something to eat in a few. You can take off the tape, though I don’t want to hear any of your bitching.” There was a part of me, something deep down that made me feel bad about taking the girls, but with the aching in my balls, I knew my guilty conscience wasn’t going to win out.
I filled a couple gallon jugs full of water, then grabbed a bunch of granola bars and some apples for the girls. I knew they’d be fine until morning. The sleeping bag and blanket were big, I knew they’d have to huddle together, but that kind of turned me on anyway.
Tara started to say something when I dropped off the food and water, but I only had to put my finger to my lip and she shut up.
“Have a good night sleep girls. I’ll check on you in the morning, then we can get to know each other a lot better.” I left one of the lights on across the way, I thought it would be a little too cruel to leave them completely in the dark. I made up a little dinner for myself and Monique. Nothing flashy, just some chicken and a salad, though I am a pretty damn good cook this was something just to tide us over.
Monique started whimpering when I walked in the door. I set the tray of food next to her on the bed, but I wasn’t going to release her hands just yet. I lay next to her, I got close, I could feel her try to wiggle away, but there wasn’t much she could do.
“So, are you hungry?” I could see her nod ever so slightly, her eyes were wide and locked on me. I ripped the tape from her mouth, she wailed out when I did, twisting her head side to side from the pain. She started to say something, but I silenced her immediately.
“You will do as I say, without hesitation. You won’t speak unless I tell you to, and you won’t do anything unless I tell you to. If you behave, I’ll treat you well.” She started to cry as I grabbed her breast, I softly massaged her mound through the fabric.
“Do you want something to eat?” She nodded. I grabbed a couple pillows and propped her up.
I took a forkful of salad and brought it to her lips, I gave her a bite, then one to myself. “When I have you trained, you’ll feed me.” I gave her a shot of juice, she drank it down greedily.
I enjoyed having control over her, even if it was just feeding her. I slid my hand up under her short skirt and ran my fingers over the bulge of her pussy. I didn’t slide my hand inside her clothes, not yet at least. I knew that after I fed her I wanted to make her strip for me. I’d already formulated at least some of my plan. I loved the way I could feel her muscles tense as I moved my hand over her skin.
When we’d finished the salad, I rolled Monique over onto her belly. I cut the straps from her wrists and ankles, though she didn’t try to even move when she was free.
“Get up, go use the bathroom, you’ve got 20 minutes. Don’t think about doing anything stupid, got it?” I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and lifted her head up so she was looking me in the eyes.
Understand?” Terrified she nodded.
“Good, get into the bathroom, make yourself look good.” It didn’t matter, she was naturally beautiful, and the fear, that was what had me so horny I couldn’t even stand it.
The time seemed to pass so slow, I stared at the clock for about five minutes, but it felt like time was moving backwards. Finally I started cleaning up the place, I locked the phone in the end table, and hid away anything that my new pet could use to escape. I still had a lot of work before I could do the things I wanted to with my slaves in the house, but I’d have fun tonight, that’s for sure.
I could hear her crying when I knocked at the bathroom door.
“Time to earn your keep baby.” It was a little crude to say, but I was desperate, I couldn’t wait anymore. I opened the door, Monique was cowering in the corner of the bathroom.
I’d already taken the liberty of stripping, and I loved the way her eyes focused on my prominent erection.
“Get out here slut.” I motioned her toward me with my finger. The girl’s whole body shuddered as she got to her feet. I thought she’d collapse to the ground the way her knees buckled.
I sat on the edge of the bed and took in the glorious sight of my new pet. I pointed to the floor in front of me.
“Strip for me cunt.” Monique’s hands shook so bad I didn’t know if she’d be able to manage the act of stripping, but I was going to eat up her struggles.
“Pllleeeeasssse Mister.” I think she was surprised how fast I moved, I was up and slapped her hard across the face before she even knew what happened. I grabbed a handful of her beautiful blonde hair and arched her head back so I loomed over her.
“I said strip for me slut. Don’t ever talk back to me. If you don’t strip, I’ll do it for you, and I’ll tell you this, you’ll wish you’d obeyed me.” I let go of her hair and sat back on the edge of the bed. My heart was beating so fast, the adrenaline was flooding through my bloodstream. I can’t explain the feeling, but I loved it. My prick throbbed in pure excitement.
Monique was crying as she started pulling down the zipper on her little cheerleading vest. What makeup she had left streaked down her cheeks. Part of me wished I had a camera set up, but the truth is I don’t think I’d ever forget the image of her there.
Monique twisted her body out of the little vest. She pulled her skin tight shirt out of the band of her waist. I could tell she had nice breasts, nothing huge, but definitely nice, and firm.
Her stomach rippled in convulsions as she lifted the shirt up over her head. She tried to cross her arms over her sports bra, but I could already tell by what I saw, that I was going to have a great time with this girl.
I needed only to point at her little skirt to get her moving again after she’d hesitated, she undid the clasp and let the fabric fall around her ankles, leaving her standing there in her little blue outer panties.
“Come on, get it off!” Monique tried to delay all she could, but even she knew it was inevitable. She slid the outer panties over her hips till she was standing there in only her bra, and her cute sport panties.
I shifted my body as if I was going to stand, Monique yelped and jumped back a few inches. Before I had to say anything, she started lifting her bra over her head. She tried to hold it over her chest for an instant, but then thought better of it and let it fall to the floor.
I couldn’t help but smile, I’m sure it made her all the more nervous, but I didn’t care, I just knew I needed my cock in her mouth before I shot my load on the floor.
Monique’s hands trembled so bad I didn’t think she’d be able to get her panties to the floor, but she inched it down her thighs. When I saw her smooth, shaved mound I was in heaven. She jerked away as I got to my feet and moved toward her.
“On your knees!” I grabbed her by the neck and forced her to the floor. “Suck my dick slut!” I forced the head of my cock to her lips. I grabbed a clump of her hair in my hands and twisted till she screamed. “I said suck my cock cunt!”
I almost blew as I forced my prick in between her tight moist lips. I heard her gag as I forced all 8″ of my dick down her throat. I felt her tongue moving over the bottom of my shaft involuntarily as she struggled for breath. I clamped my hands on the back of her head and held her on me till I thought she was going to pass out.
I only pulled out for an instant, long enough for her to gasp for breath before I slammed my hips forward and made her swallow me again. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but I wanted to get a couple good thrusts in before I blew in her mouth. I felt her hands at my hips trying to push me away, but with the urgency I felt to cum, nothing was going to keep me from having my prick deep in her sweet little mouth.
I felt it deep in my loins. I’ve never felt my balls contract like that. I felt the cum shoot from my dick, and it kept coming, my balls pulsed and shot a huge load deep in Monique’s throat. I could hear her gagging as I held the back of her head tight, forcing her to take my whole length in her mouth. I didn’t think it would ever stop, my balls jerked and squeezed more cum out, I bellowed out in a primal roar. I kept cumming so much it hurt.
After what seemed like an eternity I knew I’d spent my load. I looked down at my new prize as I eased my rampant cock from her mouth. I could see the cum seeping around her lips, and she started to cough up my seed.
“Swallow it slut, swallow it!” I arched her head back as she gasped for breath. “Swallow it down cunt!” I saw her big hazel eyes looking up at me, pleading, begging me to stop, but there was something animal in my need to see her drink all my sperm down.
I let go of Monique’s hair and let her collapse to the floor after she’d desperately swallowed all my cum. She lay in a heap sobbing as I went to the bathroom to get a drink of water. My balls still tingled.
Monique was still lying on the floor, in the midst of her cute little outfit, when I came back into the bedroom. I had to lift her off the ground and onto the bed.
“Get on your knees!” Monique pushed her ass into the air and got to her knees. I grabbed for her wrists and pulled them back to her ankles, spreading her legs wider I duct taped her wrists to her ankles, her face was forced down into the mattress. I pulled off her shoes and socks and left her like that. I loved the way her hair cascaded over her head and spread out on the bed.
I laid down on the bed next to Monique’s head, she turned to face me, I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. I pushed the hair out of her face.
“How’d you like that slut? Have you ever given a blow job before?” I saw her nod in abject humiliation. “Tell me, do you like the taste of cum?” I watched her close her eyes and stutter out the word no.
“Well, you’d better get used to it.” I reached up under her body and pinched her nipple between my fingers.
“Have you ever had vaginal sex Monique?” When I heard her sobbing I knew the answer was no, and she knew I was going to pop her cherry soon.
“How about masturbation?” I didn’t hear her response, but I didn’t much care.
“Well, I’m going to make you cum Monique, you’ve been a good girl.” I got up from the bed and walked to my dresser. I’ve always loved seeing women orgasm, so one of the toys I’d picked up over the years was a Magic Wand vibrator.
Monique did what she could to watch me after I plugged in the vibrator. I had the G-Spot attachment too, but I didn’t think I’d need it, not tonight at least.
I heard her whimpering when I flipped the switch and the vibrator started going. I heard her squeak as I pressed the head of the vibrator into the folds of her sex.
“How do you like that?” I saw Monique’s legs start to shudder as I moved the head of the vibrator up and down over her sex, her whole body convulsed when I touched the vibrator to her clit.
“Please…stop…please…” I didn’t listen to her words, I pressed the head against her clit and gently spread her labia with my fingers. I moved my fingers over her sensitive flesh, I could already feel the moisture spreading from her pussy.
I flipped the switch on the vibrator to high and pushed it harder against Monique’s clit, I could hear her cries growing louder.
“That’s it slut.” I got between her legs and let my tongue dart into her sex. I licked her, spreading her young flesh wide, tasting the pink as I held the vibrator to her clit.
Monique’s legs started to shake, I could see her tits jiggling. I loved the mixture of want, and disgust in her movements. I could see her hips gyrating, pushing back onto my tongue, rubbing against the vibrator’s head as she cried out, begging me to stop.
I forced a finger into her pussy, not deep, just enough to tease her body.
“That’s it cunt, fuck me, fuck my finger.” I could hear her start to pant, her nipples were hard and I pushed the head of the vibrator against her breast, she involuntarily groaned.
I slid my finger from Monique’s snatch, it was wet with her juices. I forced my mouth over her pussy and started delving my tongue into her body and over her clit.
I could hear her moaning louder. With my hands free I reached up under her body and grasped her breasts, I twisted and molded her flesh in my hands, driving her on.
“That’s it slut, cum for me!” I sucked on her clit, nibbling on the hard little bud with my teeth. I could feel her hips moving, I knew she was about to cum. I swabbed my tongue over her labia, pushing her to the edge, I wanted to hear her scream out.
“STOP, STOP, Please, stop!!!” I could hear the desperation in her voice, but that only drove me on further. I could hear her panting, her cries were like the screech of an animal, the muscles of her thighs convulsed as she arched her head up and screamed.
I bit down on her clit, not hard enough to do damage, but enough so she could feel it.
“Cum for me slut, cum for me!” Monique wailed, her whole body trembled, I could see her leg muscles spasming…
I didn’t even wait for her body to stop reacting. I pushed the vibrator against her clit again.
“God no, please, please, stop, please!!!” I know her pleas were sincere, but I wanted to make her cum again.
“Come on slut, I’m going to make you cum again.” I milked Monique’s breast, squeezing it like an udder as I moved the vibrator up and down over her labia. Her nipples were hard, and I loved the way they felt as I pinched them, making her scream in pain.
“Cum for me cunt.” I let go of her tit and forced my finger into her pussy, not deep, but enough to make her moan. Her body was covered in a sheen of perspiration, it was gorgeous. I loved the way her tight little pussy throbbed under my touch, contracting, squeezing me. The vibrator buzzed against her clit and I knew she was about to cum again.
With my finger in her pussy and the vibrator on her clit I moved my tongue over her engorged labia. She tried to jerk away but there was nothing she could do. I could hear her panting, gasping for breath as she was about to orgasm again.
“Please, please, please…” I drove my tongue between her labia while I pinched her clit hard. I still had the vibrator forced against her body.
I’ve never seen a girl’s body react like hers did to an orgasm, Monique screamed as her legs bucked, I thought she’d fall off the bed the way they contracted so hard. I could hear the duct tape making little cracking sounds as every muscle in her body convulsed.
“That’s it slut, cum for me, cum for me!” I ran the vibrator up and down over the length of her sex, with particular attention to her clit. She screamed like mad, I could tell there was a part, deep down, that liked it.
Monique was still moaning when I got off the bed, I hurried to the closet and pulled out a leather belt. It was an old and well worn belt, but I knew it would do the job. It was a good inch and a half wide and I doubled it over so I’d have better control.
I don’t even know if Monique saw me approaching, her body was writhing, I could see her forcing her chest down, rubbing her nipples against the bed spread. I don’t know if she even heard the swish through the air, but I know she felt it when the leather struck her engorged labia. I would have loved to see her eyes go wide when she felt the bite of the belt, but I was too busy bringing it down again, almost in the exact spot as before. I heard her high pitched scream echo through the room as I kept bringing the belt down on her body, I didn’t want to whip her too much, I just wanted Monique to feel the bite of the leather on her hypersensitive flesh. The sound of the belt on her skin was pushing me over the edge, I wanted to beat her more with the belt, but I couldn’t hold out much longer.
I rolled Monique over onto her back. The way her wrists were taped to her ankles it spread her legs nicely. I brought the belt down on her tits a few times, I caught her hard little clit dead on with the belt, raising desperate screams.
I tossed the belt aside and climbed on Monique’s body, my dick was hard and I was ready to blow again. She was still wailing in pain from the belt when I slammed my prick into her virgin cunt. I could feel her stomach muscles contract under mine. I drove my dick all the way inside her, till I felt my balls slap against her ass. I loved the way I could feel her thighs against my hips. I grabbed for her hair and clamped my mouth down on hers. There was nothing she could do, I slammed into her again and again, I couldn’t help it, I wanted to hurt her as I fucked her. I knew she’d remember her first time forever.
I knew I was about to cum so I buried my prick full in her pussy. I felt the sperm flood her, my balls contracted, it was almost painful as I pumped her full of my cum, though I can’t tell you how good it felt. I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest, I could feel her body shudder as she sobbed.
I don’t know how long I laid there on top of her, my dick still hard and buried in the soft warmth of her pussy. I whispered into her ear.
“God you’ve got some kind of tight pussy. We’re going to have a good time.” I rolled off Monique. I ran my hand over her belly, and over her pussy, my semen dribbled out of her little cunt. Her hair was disheveled, her body was covered in sweat, makeup was streaked over her face, and I could still see her little pussy throbbing and twitching. The red marks where I’d laid the belt down on her tits were still visible.
With a knife and cut Monique’s wrists and ankles free. Her legs flopped down on the bed, splayed wide.
I ran my fingers over her swollen sex, I could hear her moan as I slid my finger into her pussy.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun babe. I’m going to fuck that pussy of yours everyday, and I’m going to make you masturbate for me, I love seeing you cum.” I couldn’t wait to get on the net and drop a couple thousand dollars on sex toys and bondage gear, but I’d wait till the next day for that.
“Get up, go into the bathroom, clean up, take a shower if you want, then we’ll go to bed.” I ran my hand over the inside of her thighs. “Do you want anything more to eat, or drink?” She seemed to disenheartened to react much, but I saw her nod softly no.
“Go, get in the bathroom!” I loved the way she moved. Even with the pain and humiliation she felt, she had a certain grace in her movements. She had the most beautiful legs, long, thin, gorgeous!
I went down and got a glass of water and some snacks, I needed to take care of my girl. When I got back up into my room, I could hear the shower running, I was pretty sure I could hear her crying.
I felt a little tingle in my balls when thought about the girls down in the basement. I wondered if any of them had got to sleep yet? Really, it didn’t matter, the longer they stayed up, the more ready they were going to be when I started in on them. I still couldn’t believe it was all happening. When I woke up this morning, I never would have thought, hell, dreamed, that these 5 gorgeous teens would enter my life.
I heard the shower stop running, I couldn’t wait for my girl to get out of the bathroom. I didn’t have any more plans for her tonight, just to get some sleep, but I couldn’t wait to get her in the bed next to me.
After about 5 minutes I started to get impatient.
“Hey slut, hurry up, get your ass out here!” I heard her sob just a little louder, then I heard the door open. I was already on the bed, I had the sheets pulled back waiting for her.
“God you’re a beautiful little whore.” Monique had her hands crossed over her chest, and the palm of her hand trying to cover up her sex.
“No slut, arms at your side, never try to cover yourself from me, do you understand?” She nodded, a resigned, hopeless nod. Her hair was still wet from the shower, her nipples were hard and her breasts were absolutely gorgeous.
“Come here, get in bed.” I motioned her over to me.
“Please…” I put my finger to my lip and she went silent. Instinctively she tried to cover herself again, but then I could tell she remembered and dropped her hands to her sides.
“Good girl.” She sat on the edge of the bed. I grabbed for her elbow and pulled her onto the bed. She yelped as I twisted her arm, but I got her on her back.
“Give me your wrists!” She looked up to me with her wide hazel eyes.
“Relax I just need to tie your wrists and ankles, then we can go to bed.” I took her wrists in my hand, I could easily hold them in one palm, I looped rope around one wrist, then pulled it around her other wrist, snugging them together so she couldn’t get away. I didn’t pull it too tight, just enough so it wouldn’t come lose.
“Pick up your legs…” I could have crawled to the foot of the bed, but I wanted to see how flexible she was. Monique kicked up her legs until they were perpendicular to her body, I grabbed the back of her thighs and forced her legs down till her knees touched her breasts.
“Hold your legs like that.” I looped more rope around her ankles till I knew she wouldn’t be able to work it free.
“You can put them down.” I lay down next to her, I could feel Monique try to move away.
“Don’t move away from me, ever, I own you now. Let’s get some sleep.” I pulled the covers up over top of us. I could feel her body shaking as I put my arm over top of her breasts. I whispered in her ear.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun together Monique, just behave, and I’ll treat you right.” I flipped the lights off and closed my eyes resting my head on her shoulder. I could feel her heart beating, I knew she was uncomfortable with me holding her, but I didn’t care. My mind was filled with all the things I needed to do. I needed to get the house in order and ready for my new cadre of slaves. I couldn’t wait to get online and buy all the toys I was going to need. I could feel my dick getting hard and bulging against Monique’s thigh as I faded off to sleep easily.

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The cuckslut

Tristan is cucked by his girlfriend Astrid, who’s found someone else with a much bigger cock and a lovely knot. Of course he is also cruelly humiliated!

Revenge, Pt 8 : Name Games

If you havent already, go and read the firsts parts. There will be more coming very soon, we’re quickly heading towards the end my friends, so stick around.

I Thought Way Wrong – PT2

This is my second story so yeah it still kinda sucks, sorry it took so long to put on here I’ve been busy and stuff. Anyway, my apologies for any grammar mistakes and whatnot if you find any. And yes, I know it is still kinda short, the next one I make will be a lot longer. Please comment to tell me what is wrong with it so I can fix it in the future and stuff, thanks.
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As soon as I got done drinking her piss the door bell rang.
“You stay right here and I’ll be right back slave”
While she was gone I took a look around her house. It all looked pretty normal and not out of the ordinary. I also noticed the clock… 10:30 A.M!! That’s all?! It feels like 3 P.M! When I started thinking about how in the hell it is so early my mistress came back, with another chick! Well, I think so anyway. She could be another shemale for all I know. And she was just as hot if not hotter than Mistress Melissa!
“Slave, I want you to meet Stacy. She is going to be helping me make you our little play toy. So the same rules apply to her as me, got it?”
“Yes mommy I understand…”
“Good boy. Now please Mistress Stacy like you please Mommy”
Mistress Stacy began undressing as mommy sat down on the couch and began rubbing on her cock. Mistress Stacy was a shemale! I knew it! Anyway, she sat on the corner of the bed naked now and stuck out her leg.
“Greet me slave”
Wow, d? vu… I began kissing and sucking on Mistress Stacy’s toes and foot moving farther and farther up her leg. As soon as I got to her 9 inch cock I bobbed some of it down my throat and continued kissing on her body. When I got to her tits I began alternating between them suck and biting on her nipples, and they tasted great!
“Oooh yeees bitch suck on my nipples you little slut”
She pulled me up to her face and we started making out in the some-what passionate-like kiss. All I could feel was her tongue invading my mouth all over, and it felt great! But for some reason she pulled away.
“You certainly know how to please me slave, and I will give you a reward for your great job. I will let you fuck me if you start to call me your sissy instead of Mistress, deal?”
“Deal!”
“Good boy, now fuck me until you cum in my ass slave!”
Sissy bent over the bed and I had the most perfect view ever of her ass just sitting there begging for me to come and fill it with my cock. I started to slowly slide my dick in because her ass was unbelievably tight.
“Oooh fuck yes slave fuck sissy harder!”
As soon as she said that I just started pounding her ass with my cock going all the way in till my balls bounced off her cheeks and then pulling all the way out and slamming back into her, and she must have liked it from the way she was moaning.
“Oh fuck yes sissy I’m cumming!”
“Oh holy shit slave yeees goood boy! Oh my God yes! I can feel your cum hit the walls of my ass yeees!”
I squirted a couple more times and pulled out. Sissy bend over the bed with her cum filled ass and shook it in my face.
“You made a very big mess in Sissy’s ass slave! Clean it out or I will punish you!”
I got down on my knees so I can lick her easier, spread her cheeks, and started to dig in.
“Oh hell yes lick all of your cum out of Sissy’s ass you nasty little slut!”
She kept shoving her cum filled ass in my face harder and harder, and it actually tasted pretty good! But why I was having fun cleaning out Sissy’s ass, I felt something touch the tip of my ass. I looked back and say Mommy trying to slide her cock down my ass!
“Just sit still I know you like this slave”
It was a really tight fit and I could feel every single inch of her cock pump in and out of my ass and it felt sooo good! Once she finally got in all the way she just went wild in my ass, pumping in and out so freaking fast it was unbelievable!
“Oooh my fucking God yes slave! You are so fucking tight you little slut! Oh my God I am going to cum so fast! Holy crap I can feel every inch of your ass squeezing on my cock!”
Mommy just kept pounding at my ass for a few more minutes and then Sissy got up and turned around and shoved her huge cock down my throat face fucking me. It felt so good getting a cock rammed up my ass and down my throat at the same time I swear that they were going to meet each other inside me! Then by some weird coincidence both Mommy and Sissy started to cum inside of me at the exact same time!
“Fuck yes bitch! Swallow Mommy’s cock down your ass! Gobble all of your cum down my ass you little fuck slut!”
When they both finished cumming they pulled out of me and walked away and just left me there with cum dribbling out of my mouth and ass.
“We’ll be back in a few minutes slave…”
I just sat there and wondered what they were going to do next… I waited for maybe 10 minutes until they both came back, and they had a dog with them… Oh God, I don’t think I like where this is going…
I have thought about bestiality before but never on me… I hope to God it’s going to be for them and not me, but I’m probably wrong….

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Summer at Pond Cove – Chapter 04

Walter settles into routine as Mistress Gloria’s submissive. In this chapter, he tells of how Mistress Gloria punished him and holly for screwing around and not paying attention to their work. He also talks about a contest between the slaves which results in one of them being reduced to a bald, submissive, sex slave– the lowest you can be.

Trafficked Love Ch. 4

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Jessica’s Toy

I pulled into the driveway not entirely sure what to expect. We’d chatted for hours online, but never met face to face save for several webcam talks. Now, to serve dinner as a submissive for her and her friend…it seemed like a big step.
I was both excited and nervous, triple checking the address to be sure I had the right house. Eleven Townline road, the mailbox confirmed my suspicions. I looked around, there was a beast up Wrangler in the driveway along with a newer Intrepid. Jessica’s, my soon to be mistress, and her friend Lindsey’s. Her parents were off enjoying a cruise in some warmer locale.
I stepped out of the car and grabbed the packages. There were two grocery bags, containing the requisite ingredients for the dinner I’d be making, and a backpack full of dirtier things. I paused for a moment, looking at the front of the house. It was a grayish brown ranch, fairly cookie cutter with windows on either side of the front door. There were stone steps leading up to is and a dilapidated sidewalk. The yard itself carried no decorations, there was a telephone pole near the road on the opposite side as the driveway, but that was all.
Growing more nervous by the second, I walked slowly up the path to the door. Setting the bags down, I knocked heavily. I could see shapes stirring around inside and heard the thud of footsteps. Sure enough, a few seconds later the door opened. “Hey, you must be Alex,” she said with a smile. She was tall, an inch taller than me at 5’11” and slim without being gaunt. Her body had an alluring shapeliness to it, even at her height.
She brushed a long strand of brown hair over her shoulder, looking at me expectantly. “Yes Mistress,” I replied, diverting my eyes and giving a little bow.
“Excellent,” she said with a grin and invited me in.
I stepped off to the side and ditched my shoes in the appropriate pile. To the right was a spacious living room complete with an L-shaped sectional couch and large recliner. The television blared quietly in the far right corner as the room’s only occupant turned to look at me.
“It’s him?” Lindsey asked, eyeing me head to toe. “Niiice,” she remarked grinning. I suddenly felt like I was under a microscope as the two women made no pretenses of getting a good long look at me.
Lindsey, a contrast to Jessica was a bit shorter and stockier, but while she had some extra weight, it came at the advantage of a bosom that was far more filled out than Jessica’s B-cups. Jessica unzipped my backpack and peered inside smiling at its contents. Satisfied, she set it aside, looking at me once more.
“So…” she started, a smile playing across her lips.
“So…” I echoed. Lindsey had turned completely and was giving me her undivided attention. I began to turn red, knowing what was coming next.
“So you’re a little overdressed,” Jessica said with a malicious grin. “Once you get the socks off, you can start with the shirt.”
I slipped my socks into my shoes off to the side, then pulled my long sleeved T-shirt over my head. Being late February it had been a bit chilly outside, though the weather was slowly warming as the days passed. She held out her arm and I handed it over. “That one too,” she said, as I started relieveing myself of my short sleeve.
“Niiice,” Lindsey said at my bare torso, still watching from the couch.
“Now the good stuff,” Jessica continued, pointing at my jeans. I hesitated for a moment before loosening the button. My cock had started to rise to the embarrassment of the situation. Red faced, I was turned on nonetheless. I unzipped the jeans and lowered them slowly, placing those in her hands as well.
My cock, while not fully hard, was making itself obvious against the fabric of the boxers. “Only one thing left,” Jessica continued, looking downwards. I stood there, turning redder by the moment. “Come on now,” she urged.
Reluctantly, I parted with the boxers too, sliding them slowly down my legs, around my ankles and standing to place them in her hands. “No covering,” she scolded as my arms had wandered too far in front of me.
“Yes Mistress,” I answered, moving them to my sides, and then holding my wrist behind my back, affording her an unobstructed view. She grinned as my cock was still slowly making it’s way upwards to its full seven inch length.
“Be right back,” she said, walking down the hallway to my left with my clothes. “No covering,” she reminded me, disappearing.
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” Lindsey remarked, as my cock was now pointing straight up.
“Yes Mistress,” I answered quietly.
“Well we have a fun night for you,” Lindsey said with a laugh as Jessica returned.
“Better get started,” Jessica said, staring me up and down before smirking at my hard cock. I grabbed the bags and headed straight back into the kitchen. There was a large opening in the wall so that you could see most of it from the living room. Jessica sat down on the couch, but the two of them had no shame in stealing glances towards my nude form.
The meal was to be relatively simple, baked chicken with stuffing, gravy and mashed potatoes. I prepped the chicken and slid it in the oven before turning my attention to the side dishes. None of the three were terribly hard to make, but keeping them all going at the same time got a bit tricky. I got out the necessary ingredients and begun preparing the various pots.
Before long, I was waiting for each to come to a boil, while checking on the chicken. Jessica came into the room to check on my progress. I didn’t notice her approach until she slapped me on the ass, causing both me and my dick to jump.
“Thought I’d put this on now,” she informed me, sliding a black collar around my neck and padlocking it shut in the back. Eblazoned in white letters against the dark leather, it read “Slave.”
“Perfect,” she said, surveying her work. “Just one more thing,” she linked a long black leash to the D-ring on the front of the collar and secured it to the stove. I could still open and close it, but aside from that I wasn’t afforded much movement. “Awesome,” she remarked before leaving me to cook once more.
Diverting my attention back and forth, I was able to quickly finish the sides, leaving the burners on low while waiting for the chicken.
With about five minutes to go, the two girls joined me, taking seats at opposite ends of the table. They watched me work in silence, stifling the occasional giggle at my disadvantage. When the timer went off, Jessica allowed me to untie the leash and bring it to the table. I set up bowls at the center for each of the dishes and set plates and silverware for the two of them.
“Well, we don’t need your assistance to eat,” Jessica remarked, grabbing the leash while Lindsey laughed. I thought she was leading me into another area of the house. Imagine my surprise when she began to open the front door.
I hesitated for a moment. Still being winter, it had grown dark early, and her street wasn’t terribly busy, but there was still the chance that someone might see me. I paused just short of the threshold. Before I could voice my objections, she gave a sharp tug, sending me stumbling onto the stoop.
She led me out into the front yard, while I tried to shield myself. Everything looked deserted, but that didn’t stop my eyes from darting about. “No covering, or you’ll regret it,” she warned. Submissively, I let my hands fall to my sides.
She led me all the way out to the phone pole, holding a chair from the porch in the other hand. Setting it next to it, she climbed atop it and tied my leash to a metal protrusion about eight feet up. “I better not see you cover anything,” she said, taking the chair and walking inside.
Frantically I looked around, there was still thankfully no one about, but I was humiliated at the prospect of being naked in public. I tried to reach the end of leash, but I couldn’t It was padlocked to the collar, so no hope there either. Resigned to my fate, I simply stood, awaiting her return.
It wasn’t overly cold, but there was a brisk wind and the temperature couldn’t have topped fifty. Within a few minutes, my cock had gone completely soft and begun to shrink. I shivered slightly, but the temperature hadn’t become too much of a bother yet.
After a few moments, my heart leapt, there was a slim older woman in her mid forties jogging off in the distance. I prayed she wouldn’t turn down Jessica’s road. TO my dismay, that’s exactly what she did, seeming to pick up the pace.
I stood there tensing as she drew closer and closer. At first I thought she’d go right by without giving a second glance. With her dark sunglasses on, and ipod blaring, I’d hoped she wouldn’t even notice me. My hopes proved to be in vain as she came to an abrupt halt, turned the music off and peered over her sunglasses at me.
“What have we here?” she crowed, the corners of her lips upturning. Mortified, I started to turn, then remembered Jessica’s orders. I couldn’t tell if she was watching from the house or not. I’d have to assume she was or suffer the consequences.
I stood still as she drew closer, her eyes riveted below. “Too bad it’s so cold out,” she said clicking her tongue. She ran a hand lightly up my inner thigh, stopping when she just barely brushed my balls. Despite the cold, it caused a definite reaction as my dick began to grow once more.
“Ooh, that’s better,” she said, running her hand up further. She grasped my balls, rolling them lightly between her fingers. “Let’s see if we can get you hard for me.” She slid her fingers up, grasping my shaft once it was long enough, softly squeezing and stroking. Her warm hands did much to fight the cold, breathing life into my cock. After a few moments of running her hands up and down, she had me rock hard.
“That’s more like it,” she purred, surveying her handiwork and tracing the outline with her fingers.
Behind me, I heard the front door slam. I tried to turn, but the woman had grasped my cock tightly, affording no movement.
“Hi Ms. Moran,” Jessica called from behind me. I could hear her dragging the chair behind her.
“Yours darling?” Ms. Moran asked, still holding tightly, but looking me in the eye and grinning.
“Mmhmm,” Jessica answered, stepping up to undo the leash.
“Very nice,” Ms. Moran answered, affording me a few short strokes before finally letting me go. “You’ll have to let me borrow sometime,” she said, reinserting her headphones.
“Sure,” Jessica said grinning, tugging me back inside. I stumbled across the doorstep again, thankful to be back within the warmth of the house. “Dinner was pretty good,” she said, “that’s why you’re being let back in so soon. Glad you enjoyed Ms. Moran,” she said, nodding towards my still erect cock.
Lindsey was still sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in. “Oooh, bring him closer,” she said, eyeing my hard-on.
Jessica walked me over and handed the leash to Lindsey. Lindsey took the opportunity to tug me close so that I was standing right in front of her. She gave my cock a good long look, “can I touch?” she asked Jessica.
“Sure, she remarked, settling back into her seat, nibbling on the remainder of her chicken.” Lindsey spun me around and yanked sharply so that I fell backwards and was laying across her lap on my back before I knew it. She had me slide so my cock was nearly centered between her legs.
“Perfect,” she said while Jessica looked on in amusement. She wrapped her hand around it, less gently than Ms. Moran had and started working it. It was rougher, but no less arousing, in fact, the girl clearly knew what she was doing. After watching me shudder in pleasure for a few minutes she stopped abruptly. “Aww, too bad,” she cooed, helping me back to my feet. “Now go to the dishes,” she gave me a hard swat on the ass as I walked off.
I cleared the table and disposed of the bones. Jessica didn’t tie me to anything this time, simply watched along with Lindsey while I finished up. After drying things and put them away I spun to face them. “Ah bummer,” Jessica said, looking at my partially soft cock.
“Let’s change that,” Lindsey offered with a malicious smile.
Together they grabbed my leash and led me into the living room where the TV still hummed. Lindsey cleared off the coffee table while Jessica gave my ass another squeeze. “Lay down,” she commanded after a few moments. I complied, my cock starting to swell again. The table was wide enough to accommodate me, and just long enough so that it ran from my shoulders to halfway between my waist and knees.
Jessica brought my backpack over, pulling out a few other choice items. Within a few minutes, she had my ankles bound to the legs of the table. She sat uncomfortably on my stomach while she worked on my wrists, restraining those too, and then extending them above my head and roping them to the other two legs of the table.
I tested my bonds, but they afforded little to know movement. “How’s that?” Jessica asked Lindsey.
“Hmm,” the larger girl hummed, before standing and walking around behind the couch. She returned with several large phonebooks. Together they lifted the table and stacked them beneath so that the end near my legs was raised. I was looking up and my now fully erect cock.
“Perfect,” Lindsey exclaimed as they slid the table close so that they could both reach me from the couch. “He has a nice looking dick,” she said, running her fingers around it. My body trembled at her touch. Jessica had ordered that I not cum for a few days so I’d be more inclined to be aroused while serving her and Lindsey.
The order was having its intended effect as I was about ready to burst. “When was the last time you came?” Jessica asked me.
“Three days ago Mistress,” I said, gasping a little as Lindsey’s hand continued to explore.
“Poor guy, you like what Lindsey is doing to you?”
“Yes Mistress,” I answered breathily as Lindsey’s hand had wrapped itself around me.
“Here use this,” Jessica suggested, handing over a small bottle.
Lindsey poured some of the contents on my, lubing up my cock before assaulting me with her hand once more. Her tight powerful strokes had me biting my lip in pleasure. She was very practiced running her hand up and down my entire shaft. I was starting to get close in just a few short minutes.
“Mmm,” I moaned, starting to thrust into her strokes. Jessica gave me a sharp clap on the thigh.
“No cumming,” she ordered me. “Not unless I say.”
“Mmph,” I groaned. That was going to be difficult.
“So mean,” Lindsey said with a laugh, but I noticed she didn’t slow down. In fact, after a few moments her pace increased dramatically. I could feel things start to build with me. “No cumming,” she echoed, knowing full well what her hand was doing.
“So close,” I whispered, trying hard to fight off the rising orgasm.
“Only a few more minutes,” she cooed, continuing to stroke away. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold on. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she gave one last hard stroke and remove her hand.
I let out a long sigh as my still sensitive dick twitched on my stomach. “I’ll give you a minute to recover, then we start again. “Oh god,” I moaned, shifting in place.
“It won’t be easy,” she said with a laugh. It seemed like the reprieve was over in seconds as before I knew it, her hand was back on me. She didn’t start slow like before, knowing she already had me wound up.
“Jesus,” I yelped as her hands worked fast and found all the right spots. “Oh god, close already,” I breathed, trying to hold back a moan.
“Good,” she said, “no cumming bitch.”
She continued to stroke away at me, while my breaths drew more ragged, and my moans grew louder. Jessica looked on, her smile widening with each minute of torture.
“Tell me when you’re close,” Lindsey ordered, increasing her pace.
It was only a few seconds later when I cried, “Oh god, I’m about to cum Mistress.”
“No you’re not,” she said, stopping immediately and slapping my balls just hard enough to get my attention, but not enough to hurt.
I groaned. If my cock was twitching before, it was absolutely throbbing now. It still glistened from the lube, and Lindsey added still more. “One minute,” she reminded.
I clamped my eyes shut, bracing myself. She continued to torture me, bring me just to the edge before stopping and giving me the briefest of rests. After nearly an hour, I was gasping for breath and she could barely touch me for a few seconds before I could feel an orgasm coming on.
“Hmm, should we let him cum?” Lindsey asked.
“Please,” I begged, panting on the table.
“Oh you want to do you?” Jessica taunted.
“Yes Mistress, Please.”
“Hmm, well you can, but you have to agree to something without knowing what it is. Say yes, and then you can cum. Say no and we’re done for the night.”
My cock was ready to burst, I was dying for release. “Yes Mistress, please,” I whispered.
“Are you sure?” she teased.
“Yes mistress, I agree.”
“Excellent,” she said with an evil grin, rising and leaving the room for a few moments.
When she returned she placed a small piece of acryllic on the couch where I could see along with a padlock and set of keys. It was a chastity device.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” she explained. “You have five minutes. If she gets you off before that time is up, this little thing goes on, and I keep the keys. If you can hold out, you get to enjoy her mouth tonight.
“Go ahead,” she urged Lindsey.
Lindsey grinned maliciously and started in quickly again. Her hand worked hard and fast, hitting the sensitive spot right beneath my head. I tried to hold off as long as possible, thinking of other things, biting my lip, but it was no use, she was too good. Her hands knew exactly where to go and how firm to squeeze.
About a minute and a half in, I started shooting. The orgasm lasted several seconds as I shot stream after stream onto my stomach. A few were so powerful that they hit me in the face, stretching over my chin and lips.
“Perfect,” Jessica said with a sense of satisfaction as she watched my cock slowly deflate. Lindsey cleaned off the cum that was still on my dick, but left what was on my stomach and face. She grinned as she readied the device. I tried to struggle against the ropes but between being out in the cold earlier and the past hour, I didn’t have much strength in me.
I felt Jessica tighten the cock ring around my dick and balls until it was snug, then slide the acrylic sheath over my dick. She snapped them together and fastened the padlock, completing the ensemble. The tube held my cock downward, providing almost no room for growth. I wouldn’t even be able to get remotely hard.
“I’ll be keeping these,” Jessica said, dangling the keys in front of me and walking off. When she returned, they were no longer in her hands. Lindsey was admiring the device, grinning widely.
“Alright, it’s time for you to go,” Jessica said, slicing me free and shoving me towards the door.
“But…” I started to protest.
She held up a pair of cuffs. “Don’t make me…” With only my socks, shoes, keys and wallet, she shoved me outside covered in my own cum.
“I’ll tell you when to come back,” she yelled, slamming the door behind me.

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