Chasing Paradise Ch. 17

Jacinda's eyes lit up. "You mean it? That's what we're here for?" she nearly squealed with excitement.

"Well it rather depends on if you can stay quiet, and who we run into, but I think we can skip another maid slave this time around." he said, a sly smirk on his face.

Jacinda threw her arms around him. "I am the luckiest slut alive." she said, planting kisses on his face and neck, gently guiding his hand to the sopping wetness between her thighs.

Dickie chuckled and withdrew his hand from hers, giving her a small playful slap as he did so. "You sly little bitch. You almost had me ready to finger you," he was wearing a grin like a horny teenager as he said it, and Jacinda's breathing turned to gasps as a body that had expected his brutal attentions now found itself without them. "You'll get what's coming this evening, and not a moment before. You're going all day today without a good solid pounding."

"Well, in that case..." she sank to her knees, giving her best wide-eyed and innocent look to him "...perhaps a small humiliation and punishment is in order?" she continued as she offered Dickie her braid to hold. The smirk continued on his face. He moved her hands firmly behind her back and grabbed both sets of reins, binding them there with the leather straps. Grabbing her braid he gave her a powerful backhand across the face. The horses shuffled nervously as they drank from the river startled by the noise. Jacinda winced, not just from the violence of the slap, but also as the unease of the horses made them move and tightened the reins at her wrists. She turned her face back to look at Dickie in time for another slap. After three or four hard slaps had rained down her mask of civility slipped and she couldn't help but glare back at Dickie, her cheeks a burning scarlet red.

"Oh now that's a beautiful face worth fucking." he said, tugging sharply at the base of the braid so Jacinda was level with his zip. "If you could ungrit your teeth for just one second to unzip me we can get your whorish little facepussy put to work."

He was deliberately pushing her buttons again, she thought. Gently she freed his manhood for him, and let it rest on her face. She could smell his sweat. She stayed there, awaiting orders, mouth open, staring up at him. She let the tip of her tongue do tiny circles on his hardening shaft, almost begging him to fuck her.

Obligingly he used his hold on her braid and his other hand on her chin to force his cock down her throat. "Yes, slut, enjoy it. Revel in my cock."

Jacinda's eyebrows furrowed as he moved his hips slightly and hit some sensitive area in her throat. Her nose squashed ever so slightly as it met the flesh of his stomach. She used her tongue to caress him as her mouth filled with saliva, and her eyes began to water. Immediately he began to use his leverage on her head to draw her up and down the full length of his rod at a pace Jacinda was ill-equipped for. Saliva slopped from her mouth in strands that dangled from her chin before soaking her shirt. Several times she began to gag as he was halfway down her throat but he powered through her retching. Instinctually her body tried to pull back but the grip on her braid and chin meant she was powerless to do so.

"You know I can admire a woman for her beauty, occasionally for her brains, always for her wild defiance...but at the end of the day..." he said, looking her in the eyes as he slowly pushed her deeper and deeper towards the base, "a good fuckable throat will get a woman a long way in life. Enjoyable as this is, though, I think we should finish this up so we can get you your present."

He resumed the harsh speed and depth he'd been moving at before, pushing her deeper and further with every thrust of his hips, and tug on her head. She felt something in her mouth and throat, she knew it well. His cock was twitching, pulsing almost as he rammed it into her. He was close. Rather than let her finish, though, he carried on plunging her down and down and down, again and again, varying the angle a little to force a cough or gag to his delight.

As quickly as he'd forced his cock into her he removed it, and with it came an outflow of more saliva that almost threatened to pull Jacinda inside out. She looked up as lovingly as she could while his cock coated her face in a mixture of jizz and the cascade of her own slop that thoroughly coated his length.

He looked down at the mess he'd made of her and the dopey smile her oxygen starved brain was forcing her into. "Good girl, I might let you blow me again later" he said before they both turned to face noise nearby.

Yorotani Island - Uettomanko River, The Hunting Grounds

Freya and Amelia broke through the undergrowth to where the map said the ford in the river should be and almost froze in terror at the sight of two hunters right in front of them. It took a second to process the image as Amelia recognised the almost terminally horny woman from the showcase bound on her knees between two drinking horses. The woman was breathing hard and covered in cum while her husband calmly turned to look at both Amelia, and Freya.

"Run!" shouted Freya, tugging at Amelia's arm and they both went into a full on head down sprint. Amelia was faster but not by much even with Freya's injured leg. They both passed the hunters and made for the river crossing at full pelt heedless to what might be happening behind them.

With a flick of his wrist Dickie freed the knot in the reins binding Jacinda, and as it fell away she rose, leaping to the saddle of her horse without a command. She looked down at her husband, his cock still gleaming from its journey up and down her throat. "Let's see what you can do on your own, beloved. Fetch!" he said and with a crazed look on her face she motioned her horse into a full blown gallop after the two escaping women.

Amelia's heart raced, she could hear the hoofbeats gaining on them. They'd made it across the river, up the far bank, and were onto the plateau on the far side where the forest and jungle became slightly more dense once more. She risked a look behind. Freya's face was a mask of pain but her strides were long and confident, meanwhile the crazed cum-covered bitch was gaining on them fast with a look of obvious ill intent in her eyes.

Amelia didn't know how long she had. Right now her chances of escape were 50/50, and those weren't odds she could countenance. It was time to say goodbye to Freya, she thought. She moved herself just slightly in front of Freya and on one stride flicked her heel back slightly, connecting with Freya's shin. She didn't stop to see Freya eat dirt behind her, practically cartwheeling into a heap. Amelia powered on forwards even harder.

Freya tried to scramble to her feet but barely had time to get to her knees before a control pole's loop slipped around her neck, tightened, and began to drag her back to the ford. She saw Amelia vanishing into the distance as tears filled her eyes. "NO! YOU BITCH!!!" she screamed as she was dragged away.

Yorotani Island - Banding Post

By the time the ATV and its trailer had arrived Pippa was more accepting of her fate, at this point she had very little choice. With her hands cuffed behind her back her ankles had been shackled on a chain so short she could barely shuffle before she was thrown into the slave storage of the trailer. It didn't take her long inside there to realise what her captor had meant by learning off Chokeybitch why she wouldn't run. The other woman in the slave storage was a real Yametese beauty, and she whorespoke a little of Pussiana's native tongue but the de-limbing she'd obviously suffered as punishment turned Pippa's mind from escape to survival in mere moments.

The slave storage of the trailer was entirely windowless, but was at least padded so as they bounced along across the terrain Pippa's brain wasn't quite being rattled out of her skull, and a small dim lightbulb allowed her to see Chokeybitch. She'd expected to feel distraught, despairing, hollowed out by this but instead she felt numb, like nothing was real and it couldn't be happening.

After a few minutes the ATV pulled up, the slave storage was opened, and Pippa was yanked out by her ankles. They were at a small building in the style of the hotel that was part of a cluster at the top of a white sand beach; out across the waves she could see a glorious sunset played out in purples, oranges and golds. This was obviously one of the more frequented areas of the island as there was an actual paved road leading elsewhere, and the beach was dotted with sun loungers, beach huts, and even a small bar with its inviting neon signage. She didn't have long to look at this, though, as the two slavecops at her side linked their arms through hers and with the slightest of lifts began to move her into the building with her captor at the front being fawned over by one of the male hotel staff in a smart red waistcoat, white shirt and black trousers, his black hair slicked back from his youthful face.

Inside her skull the part of her that raged against the unfairness of the Compulsory Female Slavery Law told her to kick, scream, plead, anything that could get her even a second more freedom but the rest of her brain told her the game was already lost. She had tried, and she had failed. She couldn't even see it as a punishment for failure, this was just what happened to women without the funds or friends to secure their existence.

They were ushered into a sideroom where the hotel staff member took a seat at a desk with a terminal, her captor in an armchair, and she suspected what remained was for her. The door closed behind them with a heavy click, and she stood in the room for a second unsure of what was happening.

"Well, Mr Malavar, might I be the first to congratulate you on your new acquisition. I will say she wasn't hotly contested, but you clearly have a keen eye for what you like." said the staff member. "Shall we begin?"

"Yes, I think we shall." Malavar responded, eying Pippa closely. First the slavecops removed her cuffs, then the shackles at her ankles, and finally her boots. The stone floor felt cold underfoot, and her feet ached after running. She hadn't expected to be like this, she expected the slavecops to be rough, but now that she was here there was just a sense of formality to everything they did, an emotionless process but only because she was finding it so hard to resist. The man at the desk picked up a tool and pressed it on her neck unlocking the harness, which was quickly removed by the slavecops and thrown aside. One at either side of her again the slavecops guided her over to the equipment in the middle of the room and knelt her down. They were efficient, and at this point even gentle. She knew they'd seen dozens of women like her but knowing what was going to happen she was slowly starting to become quite nervous.

Her hands were guided to two handles near the base of her spine. For a moment she tried to pull away as the growing fight or flight response kicked in but the slavecop was prepared, and guided her hand back smoothly to its proper place. As soon as Pippa gripped both of the handles the machine clamped her wrists together and then locked additional pairs of clamps to keep her arms straight down her spine, completely immobile behind her. Next something touched the back of her head, she went to move forwards, but a firm palm on her forehead pushed her back into place.

"Mouth open" said the slavecop with the hand to her forehead, and Pippa did as she was told. Her eyes watered gently and stung. The thing behind her made a noise, two rubber coated cylindrical arms came around and locked around her forehead as the slavecop removed her hand. Now secure another two rubberised cylindrical arms extended, and found the sides of her mouth, pushing inward to insert wedges between her teeth to keep her from biting down, with the arms behind the wedges pulling slightly to keep her lips stretched and open.

Pippa was breathing quickly now and made a tiny token struggle, whimpering a little. The slavecop knelt next to her, and put a calming hand on her shoulder. "Shhh, shh, shh, calm down. It's okay. This is perfectly natural. In a few minutes this will all be over." It was like magic words had been spoken. She couldn't have struggled more if she'd wanted to.

Slowly and smoothly the apparatus moved her forward until she was inches from her captor, forcing her into a position where her neck was bared towards him, she was totally defenceless.

Her captor leaned forward slightly, and she barely felt the moment where her world changed forever. There was a magnetic snap behind her, a slight electrical hum as something tightened against her neck, and a soft beep as the black restrainium band completed its locking process. She felt the machine around her adjust as soon as the band was locked in place moving her head closer to her captor's crotch. She whimpered slightly as he unzipped, placed his tip on her lips and activated the machine.

All things considered it wasn't as bad as the blowjob practice at home. She'd had to deep throat huge hard rubber cocks for practice at home. The unpleasant choking sensation was there all the same, but at least it felt manageable. All she had to do was listen as her life was signed away.

"Okay, sir, so just to confirm a few things. Your new cunt is Pippa McArdle, 18 years old, formerly a resident of Maidenfair. I'll just begin the registry transfer over to you from TopSlut. She's registered as Grade A, do you have any specific usage scheme in mind for her?"

Pippa's head bobbed rhythmically with the machine around his member. She'd have to get used to this, she didn't want to get used to this, but this was the most basic of slave duties. As she bobbed she worried. What would she be? Painslut? Furniture? Pet?

"General, All-Purpose. I can always turn it to something more specific later if I need to." he replied. "Can I just check that you're registering this to me, Benedict Malavar, not the company?"

"Of course sir, as requested, this is a personal non-corporate acquisition."

"Good, good."

"Just to let you know her training is listed as 'BFA Approved Independent Breeding Facility Scheme', and we'll be setting her acquisition method to Kidnap (Sanctioned)" said the man at the desk.

The machine Pippa was locked in had slowly been speeding up throughout the process. Her captor's cock was now slamming deep into the back of her throat and her mouth was watering more every time he did. She wanted to stop, and break free but everything felt like it was as it should be. She caught herself from moaning as her head plunged down again to the base of his cock. She felt like she was going insane.

"Do you have a servonym in mind?" asked the man at the desk after a few more taps on the keyboard.

Pippa looked up at Malavar's eyes, a moment of creeping terror inside her. She knew a servonym wasn't permanent, and they were meant to be dehumanising, but she was suddenly scared of how bad hers might be.

Malavar smiled down at her. "I think after the way you came out of the river earlier, and how you felt we can go with Wetpussy for now. Actually, change her whole name. Philippa Wetpussy Malavar" he said.

She'd always hated being called Philippa. Ever since she was born. It wasn't her name but so many people presumed it was. It didn't matter now, though. She was just meat with holes to fulfil some rich man's fantasy of being a noble savage hunter from the distant past.

"Okay, well, I think that's everything for now. Just press the button when you're ready to complete the process, I'll be in the next room if you need me." said the man at the desk, as he began to step out, presumably to wait for new clients.

"Oh I wouldn't bother, she's got an exceptionally tight throat." replied Malavar, pressing a button that jerked Pippa's head back quickly then lowered it. She closed her eyes as her face was showered in warm cum. A bapjism. It was official, she was his slave, and he was her master. "Now, I'm going for a few drinks at the bar on the beach. You have my instructions on what to do with Wetpussy I take it?"

The man at the desk tapped a few times at his keyboard, "Ah, yes, deep clean in the whorewash, and then delivery to our BodMod clinic?" he swivelled the terminal screen for her Master to inspect. Wetpussy tried to look at the screen, but the cum covering her eyes made it too blurry. A whorewash was fine, she'd been sent through the one at home a few times, but BodMod had precisely zero upside. Not that she could do anything about it.

"Yes, that all looks correct to me. Keep her out until I call to have her delivered to my room, I want to enjoy what's happened before she does."

"Very good, sir, we can absolutely arrange that." said the staff member as he typed in more details on his terminal. "Is there anything else we could do for you?"

"Yes, please arrange for one of your lot to pick her up, I fully intend to go and enjoy some Bluepuss in a cabana on the beach." said Malavar as he left Wetpussy in the machine, warm cum slowly dribbling off her chin and onto her breasts.