Enslaving Ev 01 Pt. 06

And something like this thought had obviously gone through Ev's mind as well, because her perfectly profiled breasts now sported hard, deep-red nipples. I couldn't resist just reaching out with one finger and running it up along the exposed flesh of her sensitive cunt lips.

As I had thought, she was moist and Ev's clit was a hard little nub which I barely touched, but even that was enough to elicit a moan from her. Yang smiled and, as we all three watched, a tiny juice drop appeared at her vaginal opening.

Slut heaved and sobbed all the time, her head thrashing from side to side, but when I reached down and plunged my hand into her pussy she was desperate for me, and I was able to thrust three fingers easily into my slut, turning and twisting them as the heel of my palm rubbed at her clitoris.

She exploded. Shrill cries of ecstasy broke from her as her stretched body arched and spasmed in blatant delight at her treatment.

I looked up at Yang. "Shall I let her cum?"

"You may." He replied simply. "When I fuck her I will not be concerned about her pleasure."

I felt her internal muscles twitch and clamp onto my fingers and then I let her have her climax.

Slut was shouting and moaning constantly in the throes of her ecstasy, disconnected words pouring from her between cries as I fingered her relentlessly onwards to her shattering climax. It arrived just as I moved to fondle her right breast. Her entire body was lost in orgasm with no help from my fingers this time, thrusting her groin wildly in abandon at some invisible lover. It was all down Ev's willingness to give herself entirely over to someone who was prepared to drive her to her limits. She was a slut!

As I stood back, suddenly aware of the fact that I was panting and hot from my own exertions, Yang and Rika broke out in a spontaneous round of applause, as Rika once more took out her camera to record the moment.

"Nice job!" said Yang simply, "Now it's my turn."

With that Yang moved to the front of the bound Ev and positioned himself between her legs.

"You really are a delightful fuck toy aren't you?" he mocked.

"Master, please don't let him, pay him properly, Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

The old man had removed his trousers and had positioned his surprisingly active cock at the entrance to my slut's pussy. He nudged the lips apart by pressing himself forward.

I saw Ev look at Yang and then screw her eyes shut tight.

"Look at him," I ordered, and she immediately opened her eyes.

Yang smiled and said "Thank you."

As the tattooist bent over, his long beard began to brush against the slick wet skin of my slave. Then he shoved forward and sank down onto her, her open sex lips accommodating him easily as he slid upwards, filling her totally. She groaned -- was it with pleasure or pain. Ev's taut, stretched body looked beautiful bound as it was.

The real slut in her was starting to come out as her need proved to be still as great as the old man's and before long she was gasping and panting with the onset of another orgasm. I looked across at Rika and raised my eyebrows, and she smiled as we both watched Yang ram himself into her time after time, not caring for anything but the frantic bucking of her body under him as she propelled both herself and the tattooist onto their mutual climax.

"Oh you fucking whore," remarked Rika quietly.

The old man arched his back and began pumping his seed deep into slut's pussy. She screamed her desire and was once more lost in an ecstatic climax of her own, writhing and squirming until she could take no more. The man stood up and pulled ungraciously out of Ev's body leaving an arc of residual sperm connecting him to her.

"The hot slut came again anyway," he stated matter of factly.

The wooden ridges must have hurt slut awfully and she no doubt felt immense relief when he lifted his not inconsiderable bulk from on top of her. Moving round to her head Yang stood with his still almost hard cock at Ev's mouth.

"Clean me." He didn't speak much but the meaning of his words sure was clear.

Yang stood over Ev's head as it stretched backwards. His softening cock did not quite reach Ev's mouth so he moved to the locks on the wooden device and released them so he could move it slightly and raise Ev's head whilst keeping her stretched as taut as ever. His purple end now nestled between slut's closed lips until he pinched her nose, and, laughing, slipped his cum seeping cock into my slut's mouth.

Ev was becoming used to this now and she quickly cleaned him of his residue allowing Yang, satisfied, to stand up and put his trousers back on.

I looked down at Ev's poor, used body and saw silent tears running down her cheeks. I could not deny how turned on she had appeared, fuck, she had cum twice. But nor could I deny how overwhelmingly humiliating this whole scenario must have been for my poor 21 year old student, Evelyn Wang.

"Ok Rika, your payment is almost complete."

Rika smiled and nodded. I looked at her a little confused. Rika explained.

"Oh Si," she said again slipping her arm around my waist. I glanced down at her and got an eyeful of Rika's wonderful cleavage, "I agreed with Yang that he could party with our slut for a time and then ..."

"What?" I asked, as the door to the room opened. I glanced up and saw a number of Asian young men walking into the room.

"And then," Rika continued, "I agreed that we would auction her for the night and that slut would be taken by the successful bidder until midday tomorrow."

I was horrified and thrilled at the same time.

"And that would leave you and I alone for the evening," she reached up to my ear and whispered sexily, "and you can find out if I have any 'slave' inside me ..."

Ev couldn't move her neck to see anything but I knew she had heard and sensed the men walk into the room. There were six of them and one I guessed must be Jason. She wailed in response to Rika's words and managed to spit out,

"Rika you can't, what about us, our friendship ... you bastards ... please ... noooooo!"

Yang now held two large dildos.

"Jason here, you plug her mouth and I'll fill this pretty little cunt down here. Let's see how she performs before we sell her off."

The largest of the gang moved forward. He was covered in tattoos and looked as though he was more than capable of making Ev's immediate future very uncomfortable indeed.

"Thank you Uncle Yang," he answered. His 5 friends were already rubbing the hard bulges at their groins in anticipation of their turn with my slut.

Fuck, what a bitch Rika was, what a delightful, delicious, creative bitch. Ev was going to be filled with these vicious dildos, no doubt fucked some more and then sold off for the night. My ever growing love for slut made me feel concerned for her but the thought of her being sold as a slave and then kept by a stranger to serve him was turning me on.

I turned to look at Rika and smiled as she raised her camera once more.

Slut (13) ...

Noooooooooo! What have I done? I only meant to tease a guy sunning on the beach yesterday afternoon. It was all so innocent.

Even after last night, when I awoke this morning, I imagined the pleasure I would give Master and the pleasure I would receive in return. But just hours after leaving the safety of my apartment and the tenderness of Rika, my roomy and now Mistress, I was once again plunged into the pits of depravity.

Just yesterday, I gave myself to Master, submitted to his strength, and willingly lost my virginity and pride, to be totally his. And now he had relinquished control to Mistress Rika. Why was she treating me like this? What have I ever done to deserve this?

Everything had gone wrong. Everything.

The thought of my parents seeing what had been done to me and what would soon occur at the hands of my captors made me sick to my stomach. I did not want to hurt my parents. I was a good Asian daughter, obedient and diligent, always wanting to please them.

Yes, I had surprised them by piercing my ears, but they took it reasonably well, knowing that this small act of defiance was both irreversible and hardly worth a major argument. They did not know about my bellybutton piercing, and it was unlikely they would find out for a long time. When around them, I dressed conservatively and within their accepted boundaries. The tattoo now on my back would be similarly hidden from their view.

The new piercings were another matter. The new hoops on my ears with their dangling S could be removed, but as long as the new hoops and their little statues remained locked on my nipples, I would have to be very careful. When home, I would not be able to walk around with a light blouse or nightie, for mom would surely notice.

My fear was what would happen in the remaining time of the weekend, if already so much had been done to modify my body and suppress my will. I wanted to ask Master to please take me home, that I would serve him and Mistress with all my heart and soul, but gagged as I now was with a long, black dildo, there was no way to express myself except with unintelligible grunts and moans.

And yet my body was reacting, also without my permission. I knew that my pussy was juicing and the sensitivity of my nipples further declared that I was aroused and reveling in this humiliation. And the words of slave girls on Gor echoed in my head. "I am a slave girl, a girl who is owned."

'Master', I wanted to scream, 'take me, please'. And yet he only seemed to have eyes for Mistress, and my heart sank in despair. Couldn't he tell? When he plunged his fingers into my aching and begging pussy, I came totally for him. I knew I was being watched by Mistress and the old man, but I didn't care. I wanted nothing more than to submit and serve Master! Why couldn't he see that?

I am no longer sure what I screamed and cried when Master brought me to orgasm with the mere manipulation of his fingers. I know I screamed "Master, fuck me!" time and time again. I know I cried out "aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" as a slave on Gor would cry, in her throes of submission and ecstasy. I am kajira! I cannot help being what I am.

Master made me look into the face of my rapist, the old man named Yang. I was still spiraling down from my orgasm when Yang plunged his old cock into my juicing pussy. I was just a hole for him, opened to pleasure him as payment for the tattoo. And Mistress recorded it all on her damnable camera. But again my body betrayed me, unimaginably climaxing as he pummeled my cunt time and again with his surprisingly hard cock. And I sunk to new lows when I screamed, "Yesssssssss, fuck, yessssssssssss," as the old man emptied his semen into this slut's gaping hole.

Mistress, I wanted to scream. Why are you doing this! Why are you taking pictures of me like this? What are you going to do with them?

I obeyed without protest when ordered to clean Yang's cock of his semen and my juices. It seemed almost natural to be asked to do this, but as I licked and swallowed, tears began to roll down my cheeks.

When the door opened and two more guys entered, and Mistress explained her terrifying plan, I screamed, "Rika you can't, what about us, our friendship ... you bastards ... please ... noooooo!"

The one named Jason, who under other circumstances I might have found attractive, took a long black dildo, filled my mouth with it and strapped it to my head. Yang filled my sopping cunt with another. I tried to scream for help, for mercy, for compassion.

"I think she is trying to say something, Si," Rika said, with a smile on her face. "That's ok, slut, we know you appreciate all we have done for you. But some of the things we have planned for you will cost money and since I am not rich and Master should not be expected to pay for your beautification, well, you will have to earn some cash. Jason, how do you want to proceed?"

"I assume you can give us some time to inspect the merchandise and clean her up before the auction?" he asked with a cruel smile.

"Sure, of course," chimed in Rika. Master had turned over all the decisions to her, it seemed.

"She looks ... well used at the moment. Let's get her cleaned up first. With your permission ...," he said, looking at both Yang and Rika as well as Master. He proceeded with the help of a friend to unshackle me from the barrel devise on which I had been tattooed and raped. "Might I suggest you two get an early dinner and return here about 9?"

Master spoke up, "That's fine, but first, may I have a brief word with you in private?"

"Sure," Jason responded, and released my arm. I was still held tightly by his friend, who not only held my elbow tightly, but with his other hand, roughly roamed over my naked body, groping my breasts, pussy, inner thigh, and then grabbing my chin and turning my face to look at him.

Master and Jason walked across the room and Master spoke much of the time. It was too soft to hear completely, but in the end, they shook hands and Jason returned.

"Let's go Rika," Master called to her. She blew me a sarcastic kiss, and hips swaying more than usual, walked across the room to Master. She linked her arms in his and they left the room. I felt as though someone had knocked the air out of me. No goodbye to me, not even a nod.

Jason had returned to my side, and asked his friend to get Mei Ling. But no sooner had he said her name, then the door opened and in walked one of the most striking Asian women I have ever seen. It had to be Jason's sister, Mei Ling. I was in awe. She was about 5'5''. Her black leather boots reached halfway up her thighs. She wore a studded black leather belt, and there was a small piece of black leather, almost like a flap, that covered her private area in front. She had a black leather bra, with holes for her pierced tits to pop through. Her bellybutton was pierced and up her right forearm was a tattooed dragon. She had a nose ring on her right nostril. Finally, she had a studded black collar. I am sure my mouth fell open. She was erotic and exotic, and frightening.

"Is this the slut, brother dear?" she asked.

"Yes, prepare her for the auction tonight," he spoke with authority.

Grabbing my platted ponytail, she pulled it over the top of my head, causing my head to drop in a submissive way. I moved my hands away from my sides, an instinctive reaction to the strain on my scalp, and she jerked me forward. "Keep your hands to your side, slut. You don't want to mess with me. And don't let that dildo slip from your cunt, or you will pay dearly. "

And so I followed as she led me out of the room, gagged and with my pussy stuffed. The dildo was already slipping from my pussy, and I had to grip it with all my might and cunt muscles to keep it in. I got a close-up view of her ass, and the black thong that was snug in her crack.

We walked up some wooden stairs that led to a second floor, which seemed to be their living quarters. I was nearly bent over as she led me along. When I didn't think she would notice, I pushed the dildo further into my sopping pussy.

We arrived in a surprisingly nice dressing room and bathroom. There was a counter with brushes and cosmetics and a large mirror, with small lights all around the edge of the mirror. Another door led to the bathroom itself.

"Kneel." Like her uncle, she was short on words, but they left no room to argue. I knelt quickly, and without thinking, spread my knees. She noticed and commented, "It seems like you know some things already. That is good. You might actually survive the night," she laughed lightly. I shuddered, not sure if she was trying to scare my or actually describing the horrors of the night ahead.

"I am going to remove your gag. Do not say a word," and I obeyed as she did.

"Now, lift your body off your heals, and I will remove your pussy dildo." She slowly pulled the dildo from my gaping cunt, which immediately felt empty and lonely. She held it to my lips and said, "Let me see how you lick a cock."

The moment I stuck out my tongue, she pulled the dildo away. "Whoa, Rika didn't tell me. Stick out your tongue and let me see that stud." She used the dildo to turn and twist my tongue. "Hot. Love the ring. What does your Master do with the ring, slut?"

Assuming I was allowed to speak, I answered her. "He has used it to leash his slut, Mistress."

"I see. OK, then clean the dildo with your slave tongue, slut." I did my best to caress the dildo and clean it of my juices. Mei Ling seemed satisfied. "That will do. Stand. I wish to examine the slave meat I have been asked to prepare for tonight."

I stood and she checked me from head to foot, checked my teeth, under my arms, my ear piercings, even feeling my flanks as though she was examining a filly before purchasing it. She spent several moments tugging on my nipple rings and considering the small locks. Pinching my titties slightly, she asked, "What are these?"

The question was not clear to me. Was she asking about the small statues? I gave her a quizzical look and said, "Slave statues, Mistress."

"No, these," she said, again pinching my titties, this time more with her fingernails. Again, I was not sure what she meant. I answered, "Titties, Mistess?"

"No, slut," she said sharply, digging her nails into my tits, causing me to yelp a bit. "These are your slave tits, slut. Now, what are they?" she asked again, once more pinching with her fingernails, and I quickly responded, "Slave tits, Mistress."

"Good, slut. What is this?" she asked, reaching down and nipping my pussy lips.

"Slave pussy lips, Mistress?" I said in a questioning tone.

"Yes, slut. Stick out your tonque. What is this?" she asked, pointing to my tongue. Not sure if I should close my mouth and answer or leave it open, I left it half open, like answering a question to a dentist. "y lave tongue, istress."

"Good, slut. Shut your mouth. You may be slave meat, but you have a brain." Her words stung and I shuddered in shame and humiliation. She continued. "Remember this, cunt. You are a slave and your body is also slave. You own nothing, not even your own tongue. It belongs to your Master."

I just stared at her and my eyes began to tear.

"You also smell like a whore and your hair is a mess. Take out all your rings in your ears and bellybutton. Put the rings here on the counter. Wash your hair and yourself thoroughly in the next room. Reshave your cunt and remove all hair below your neck. When you are done, dry yourself with the towel, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, then ring this bell. Don't take longer than 30 minutes. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, and began to remove the rings from my ears.

"And don't think of going anywhere. You have no clothes, and besides, I am going to lock the door on my way out. There are no windows and no escape, so just do as I have ordered."

"Yes, Mistress." By now, one of the dreaded rings with the hanging S was on the counter and I was working on the next.

She turned and walked from the room, and locked the door from the outside. I could hear her heals clicking on the wood floor as she walked away. I continued to remove my ear hoops and then the new hoop Master had used in my bellybutton to attach the leash early this afternoon. It seemed so long ago. I corrected myself—slave's bellybutton. I began to cry again, and began to loosen my hair, which Master had platted yesterday. It was disgusting, with dried cum and pussy juice and oils.

As I turned my back slightly to the mirror, trying to see my hair and more quickly release the braids, I suddenly remembered the tattoo that had just been inked onto my slave body. Even though I am Chinese, I know only basic Chinese expressions and almost no words or characters. But LOVE is one I do know, and I was shocked to see that the tattoo was not LOVE. I had no idea what it was, but it was not LOVE! What had they written on my slave back?