The Stolen Slave

The slave sat on the edge of a bed with a blindfold on, although it wasn't necessary at the current time. Her arms were bound together at the wrist with a stiff, wire-like wrap. They were tight enough that she couldn't move them apart in any way. The slave was very surprised to find that her feet were somewhat free to move apart, however there was still a binding between the two ankles, limiting the motions she could make from side to side and the opening and closing of her legs. The room was already very dark and it had been some time since she had seen daylight since being taken from the street while shopping.

In many instances, other women may find this terrifying. But this slave was not only free of fear, she was actually excited as this compared deeply to her sinful fantasies that had enveloped her since she was young adult. In fact, she was excited and aroused; however she was becoming slightly concerned because she had been forced to sit there while being bound by a man with a gruff voice. She had no sense of time, but she figured that it had been at least half an hour since she had heard the unknown man walk away and pull a door shut behind him.

Her breathing began to hasten as her anxiety began to increase. The longer the time went by in the very dark, silent room, the more impatient she grew. The smell of the room began to fill her head. It was musty and smelled as if it had been closed up for a long time. She felt that the room must have been fairly small in order to have an odor this potent. A chill began to set into her skin. Her lack of clothing - only a tank top and shorts for the hot weather - had been removed and it was doing her no favors. She became so firmly aware that there were goose bumps up her arms and down her legs; a sharp chill ran up her spine and made her squirm. All of these senses were overwhelming and her anxiety of being left alone for so long had built into worry and her arousal had firmly and suddenly come to a halt. The wetness that had exuded from her pussy was now adding to the cold that built everywhere, quickly making her dark rimmed pussy lips thicken and became rigid. A tear ran down her cheek as her anxiety turned to fear then to panic. She built into a full on panic attack when she suddenly was interrupted by a hard backhanded slap to her face. She hadn't realized that during her full on panic that someone had entered the room. She started to have a full out cry. She didn't know what to make of it.

"I told you not to move or act to anything, you fucking slut! You're my slave and you will listen to me! You are my slut and I will use you as I see fit. You will address me as 'Sir' and I will address you in any way I feel necessary. Do you understand you fucking cunt!?!?"

"Y-y-yes Sir." She replied.

"What did you say?" He said with intense fervor.

"Yes Sir!" She stated exuberantly.

"That's better you filthy whore."

She was sobbing heavily. As hard as she tried, she couldn't stop.

"You aren't allowed to do any crying. You're such a disobedient cunt. You need to be punished!"

"Yes," she gasped, "S-Sir."

"You are far out of instruction. It's going to be my personal responsibility to make sure that's corrected. I have watched you for weeks as you passed through here and I thought you'd be a better cunt than this. I am so disappointed in you. You don't understand my disappointment. You will feel the fury that you've built it me!"

Suddenly, as she still laid on her side, a sharp but thin, whip-like and metal like rod came across her hip and on the side of her left ass cheek. She screamed as it seared her skin. Tears ran from her cheek but she didn't allow herself to cry. She knew it would mean more punishment.

Another sharp blow was dealt to the same area, although not directly on the same place. She whimpered but held in her tears. Suddenly, for some reason, there was a tingle in her pussy as tears built up again in her eyes.

"That's much better to fucking pig whore. Now lay on your back. I want your legs in the air so I can see your dirty, filthy cunt."

Raising her legs and exposing her now somewhat excited pussy, she held her legs tight, although this exertion on her lower back and pussy was straining and difficult because she couldn't use her hands to support them. Nonetheless, she pushed on so she could please her Master.

"Yes, Sir; as you wish, Sir!" She stated aloud.

"That's much better you ungrateful whore. Now hold it!"

With that she felt her Master push her higher on the bed before lowering himself and placing his mouth on her now juicy pussy.

"Are you enjoying this, slut? Are you really allowing yourself to find pleasure in this?"

"Y-e- I mean N-n-n," she stammered, not knowing the correct answer.

"You know what to say. You know you're having fun with this!"

He sat up and backed away, getting off the bed. Without warning her pussy took a sharp swipe from something softer and more widespread than the rod from just before. She stifled a scream, squealing under her breath. Again she took another slap from the tool, which she now had decided that it had to be a cat-o-nine tails. It was doing its deed as a third blow came. She twitched but couldn't find any more extreme stimulation and pleasure in her pussy than she ever had. It was obviously swollen and not able to leak her cum as the swelling blocked the lips. Her lower back and legs were really feeling the long term extension into the air with no support. She was unprepared for what was next; not to mention surprised.

Something foreign pressed against her swollen lips.

"You'd better enjoy this now, slut. It's only the beginning of what's to come" her Master told her.

The object at her open lips forced its way in. She screamed as it forced through into what now seemed to a dry entry way until full exposure was reached inside her swollen lips. It was very rough and unknown to her until the pattern her Master used allowed her inner wetness to move more easily. She realized that he must be using a large but standard silicone dildo. The pain that made her scream must have been because of the swollen lips that were built up from the torture inflicted by the abuse of the cat-o-nine tails. It made things so much more tight and swollen. And pleasurable.

"That's it you fucking pig. Now turn around and get on your hands and knees. It's time for you to ride me hard." Her Master ordered.

His slave in all ways now, she thankfully switched over, giving her weak and painful back and legs a break. She knew it would be difficult at first but she knew that this was just exactly what would make her cum.

With her legs still bound, it limited her ability to spread wide enough to comfortably ride him, however it was not her that she needed to focus on at this point.

"Don't you dare cum, do you understand? You don't cum until I tell you to cum, bitch!

"Yes Sir," she said much more firmly for the first time.

"Now get down on my cock. I know that's a fresh, wet cunt and I want you on me!"

Her Master placed his feet over the bindings at her ankles, pinning her into place.

"Get down here and grind on me, you fucking whore!" He commanded again.

"Yes Sir!" she exclaimed and then lowered her body until she found the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. In one motion, she slammed down on him. His cock was thick and forced deeply into her.

"UGGHHHH!" Her Master exclaimed. Her masterful instincts took over and she forced herself all the way down, very hard and very fast as she began to grind him against her cervix. She was in a trance and took in all of the sensations. She wanted to cum suddenly but remembered her Master's orders and slowed down and backed off as she ground down against him.

She maintained her actions as he grunted continually. She didn't come back to reality until she felt a second person on the bed behind her. She felt a cold hand on her ass cheek and then one on the other as they spread her cheeks. There was a pause followed by warm breath and a hot tongue ran her ass crack from top to bottom several times. The stimulation was stunningly exciting. She wanted to cum so badly but had to hold out. She stopped to focus on the tongue at her exit. This was definitely the wrong thing to do as she was struck sharply with a hand across her face.

"Don't stop you dirty cunt! Did I tell you that you could stop?"

"No, Sir." She said flatly. "But I was sure I was going to - "

She was sharply interrupted again when she felt the sudden force of the other man's cock being forced into her ass with what seemed to be only lubricated with his saliva.

"OHHHHHHH!!" She exclaimed as she couldn't hold back and instantaneous sensation that pushed her as close to an orgasm as she could be without actually caving in.

"You better not cum, slut! I mean it!" her Master ordered.

"I, I, I didn't, I promise." She was panting very hard; almost to the point of gasping.

"That's good, now grind me again!"

The man fucking her ass was a thinner cock, thankfully. His pace forced her into a fantastic rhythm. Her Master was very close to cumming and she knew it. And then suddenly, without warning, the man behind her came deep inside her ass. She was not expecting this as it was quicker than any other man she had been with. The man withdrew from her ass and his cum immediately ran down out of her ass and fell onto the bed between her Master's legs, completely missing them.

Again she received a sharp open handed slap across her face.

"You fucking whore. Did I tell you to stop? Grind me hard without stopping again!"

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir." She said obediently.

His slave began to push herself around on his cock. His body began to twitch and jerk. She knew he was going to cum and she was sure she was going to, too.

"THAT'S IT YOU FUCKING WHORE! I'M CUMMING IN THAT PRETTY CUNT OF YOURS!" he screamed and grabbed her hips, forcing her down on his cock, stopping all hopes of her having an orgasm as it was far too painful all the way from her outer lips to her cervix. The pressure was all too much and she winced as he came inside her.

He pushed her off of him hard enough to place her so she was sitting on her ass, cum leaking out rapidly onto the bed from two different holes. Her Master then pushed her in the direction of the edge of the bed away from the door where she was sitting originally.

"I'm not done with you yet, you fucking pig whore slut. You sit there and I'll be back."

"Yes, Sir." She answered softly.

His slave sat there obediently as she heard a door open and then close. Cum from both men slowly ran out of her and poured down the side of the rough fabric of the blanket. Her mind swam with the images of double penetration and taking two loads. This was a fantasy come true, one that most women would find horrifying. Being denied an orgasm was a horrific feeling; however he did say he would be back and he did leave her tied and blindfolded in the same manner as when she first came into the room.

She felt almost as if she was a prisoner. And she liked it.