Bad Experience
Be very Carefull what you wish for
Son and two friends enjoy Christmas with Mom
If you love over the top hentai, you should enjoy reading this.
Sam’s parents died a year ago leaving him a house and the family pet, miserable and lonely Sam decided to do something he never thought he would.
When Mia’s about to marry her rapist, an unexpected guest crashes the wedding…
When your wife cheats on you with a friend you have to be creative with your revenge. Luck also helps!!
Stacy the Asian pharmacist gets her “booty” plundered on a ride at Disney…
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this is totally 100% FAKE (never happened)
13 year old Amanda is used and abused.
Had fun with this one. Enjoy.
When Stacy gets into a fender-bender, she’s given a unique chance to apologize…
I describe my sister and my plan to fuck her, and put this plan into action
You are a young woman out looking for some thieving fun, but you have no idea what’s about to happen to you.
It’s a warm summer’s night and nobody is around, the perfect opportunity to strike.
This story contains themes that may be offensive to some, please do not read if you do not like the themes listed above! Also I am aware that this story probably contains typos and grammar errors, Thank you.
Adventures of a very powerful young man and his friends.
A plan to watch my husband abuse and use a young girl while I play with my pussy
Once upon a time, when Stacy was an intern…
Michael exacts a price for saving Silk from herself
Catherine’s Excellent Adventure
This is my first story on here, I know some of you will like it and a good many of you will hate it. If ANY of the tags or themes disturb you, please move along; or at least don’t come bitch at me about it. If you like what you read, let me know; I have more to write if people want more. If you have some constructive criticism or advice, let me know; you can’t get better in a vacum.
Thank you and enjoy.
Kidnapped by horny frat guys, Stacy finds her pussy is no match for their raging cocks…
A babysitter is turned into a well kept sex slave.
A nerdy college girl babysits for a younger brat.
Cameron rushes out the front door, her bag slung over her shoulder and her leather boots scraping on the rough wooden step. She spins around and yanks the door shut. Releasing the handle, she hurries down the small garden and along the wooden boardwalk that runs along the dirt road.
“I’m late, I’m late,” she chants as she cuts across the street and heads down Cervantes Street. Her skirt, the only clean one in the house, is shorter than she normally wears to work; it teases her upper thighs and she feels the warm spring air running past her legs. The brilliant red fabric is light and breezy. It complements her cream blouse and socks that stop right below her knees. The only piece of jewelry she wears is a butterfly hairpiece to hold back her curly, brown hair.
Ten minutes into her bustle, her thighs burn with her efforts to hurry up. She crosses Fairfield Drive at a diagonal and jumps up on the boardwalk on the far side. The crowds are thicker near the center of the city and she has to push her way around people to make it to work on time.
Ahead, she saw a man standing in the center of the pedestrian traffic, creating a swirl of humanity as they circle around him. He is watching everyone through dark eyes. As she draws closer, she sees he wears studded leather armor and has a sword. She grabs her handbag and feels a surge of worry. Very few people outside of the city guards wear weapons in town, more so during the middle of the work week.
She ducks her head and passes him. As she does, she hears him speak in a throaty growl. “Oh yeah, that’s the one.”
Peeking up, she sees him staring straight at her. With a squeak, she snaps her head back forward and pushes her way through the crowds. The look he gives her sickens her stomach and she wants to get as far away as possible.
She slows when she sees another man in leather armor standing at the opposite end of the block. His back is too her but doing the same thing as the first, watching the people as they pass.
Cameron comes to a stop and turns around. The man behind her has resumed his watching the crowds. Looking around, Cameron spots another watcher on the far side of the block, opposite of the first. When she sees the third, she knows there would be a fourth.
Fear fills her as she looks around frantically, trying to find some way out. Because she is walking through the upper merchant district, the stores on either side of the road are still locked and sealed shut. Bars cover the windows and metal gates along the entrances.
She spots an alley and rushes to it, shoving people out of the way. She feels foolish and terrified at the same time and the curses that follow her don’t help either. She makes it to the alley just as a man with dark brown hair steps out of it.
He is huge with muscular arms thicker than her waist. Two teeth poke out of his mouth as he focuses directly on her. His eyes looked like two orbs of ice. Like the other men she saw, he wears studded leather armor. Instead of a short sword, he has a long sword in a scabbard at his waist.
Cameron feels her ass clench at the dark, malevolent gaze he gives her. She steps back, but when she hit a pedestrian, she is shoved forward. Stumbling, her arms flail until she hits the man in the chest; it is like hitting a solid wall of stone. The studs of his leather arm dig into her face and she whimpers as she pushes away.
The man grabs her by the hair and pulls her to his chest. The studs scrape against her face as he crouches down. Wrapping one massive arm around her waist, he picks her off the ground and slings her over his shoulder.
She screams as shrilly as she can. Her attempts to wiggle free are useless against the iron tight grip holding her down. The ridge of the man’s shoulder digs into her stomach, adding pain to her terror.
The man bellows in a deep, rumbling voice. “Grab and stab!”
Light sparkles along the segment of road. The man slings her over his shoulder and she feels his shoulder digging into her gut. Terrified and confused, the world collapses around Cameron. One moment, she is staring at the stone wall and the next her stomach twists violently and she feels bile rising up in her throat. Then, they are somewhere else.
The stone wall becomes the inside of a warehouse. A hologram. Cameron throws up on the man’s back. She sobs and whines as she tries to pry herself loose. The man’s grip on her tightens and she feels his fingers digging into her side.
“Ah damn,” he mutters.
Another man laughs. “Bitch threw up you, Sirius.”
Sirius growls and turns toward him. “Shut up, Cain.” As he turns, Cameron finds herself staring at the people from the street. They are now in a large warehouse. Men with drawn swords push their way into the dazed and confused crowds. She watches as one of the armed men rushed up to a fat man and slams his sword into the man’s gut.
Cameron screams as the man collapsed to the ground, but the attacker isn’t done. He drops on the slaughtered pedestrian and sinks his teeth into the fat man’s neck. Next to him, a girl with brown hair is yanked from the downed man’s arm and pulled toward the wall by another man. She screams out and pummels him until another attacker steps in and punches her hard in the stomach. She folded in half and they drag her from the crowds and toward Sirius.
The attackers move quickly, picking out young people, male and female, and slaughtering the old. By the time the pedestrians manage to fight back, there is only a dozen left of them and they fall quickly under the onslaught of a dozen armed men.
Behind Sirius, the captured pedestrians are being dragged to a wagon. It is low to the ground but the sides of the wagons reach easily three meters above the base. A door is open and the abductors are shoving their prisoners in. Cameron can hear the thuds of them hitting the wooden floor of the wagon and the cries coming from inside.
One of the prisoners tries to escape the wagon. He punches the nearest guard, but before he can crawl out, an abductor runs him through with a spear. He falls back and there are more screams from inside. One of the men reaches in and pulls out the dying man. He bites down hard into the dead man’s neck before tossing him aside like discarded wood.
Cameron looks away, sickened. She tries to crawl away from Sirius’ grip, but Sirius just pins her tighter. She feels his shoulder digging into her gut and the discomfort mixes with her fear in a terrifying combination.
“Don’t worry, cutie, old Sirius will take care of you.”
Sirius gives her ass a slap before he turns around and heads for the wagon. Cameron sees three more wagons on their side of the warehouse and another four on the far side. All of them are filled with people, screams and terror.
In the center, there is just blood and corpses. In less than two minutes, the abductors have killed or kidnapped everyone on the street. A few remaining men head toward the wagons, stabbing everyone they pass. Cameron looks away at the violence and devastation. Her entire world has brutally changed in a matter of minutes and she doesn’t know what would happen next. It terrifies her and she feels sick to her stomach.
Sirius lifts her off his shoulder and tosses her into the wagon.
She hit someone’s thighs and arms and slides to the ground in a pool of vomit. Sobbing, she tries to get to her feet but she slips and hits the floor of the wagon again. Hands reach down for her and she clings on them, using the others to regain her feet. Looking around, she sees fifteen other people in the wagon with her. All of them are fairly attractive except for the naked fear on their faces.
Sirius leans in and looks around. His ice blue eyes focus on Cameron and he chuckles. “Yeah, we got ourselves a good catch this time.”
Cameron shudders at his look. She doesn’t know if it is cruelty or lust in the man’s eyes, but it terrifies her nonetheless.
He pulls back and slams the wagon door closed. Darkness swallows up the prisoners and Cameron stands, blind and terrified. Cries and sniffing surrounds her.
“What is going to happen?” It is a boy on the far side.
“I don’t know,” said an equally terrified woman.
Outside, Cameron hears shouting. Through the cracks of the wagon, a brilliant light spears through the darkness. Cameron gasps along with the rest of the prisoners.
“What?”
The wagons move and darkness encloses on them for several long hours as they leave from the city. Light eventually streams in through the cracks, but Cameron can’t see anything.
“All right,” bellows Sirius, “let’s check out our catch.”
The door slams open and Cameron is blinded by light that pours into the wagon. Hands reach out and grab her, yanking her out into the fresh air. She lets out a shriek, but a slap silences her.
“Stand there,” comes an order. She cowers but obeyed. As they pull out more of the prisoners, Cameron looks around.
They are in a yard of some sort. The ground is packed hard beneath her, but she can see human footprints everywhere. Along the outer fence are guards with crossbows and swords. They watch the prisoners as they are unloaded from four wagons. Cameron wonders what happened to the other four wagons, but doesn’t dare ask.
A guard stands in front of her. “Strip.”
“What?” she asks incredulously.
He slaps her across the face. “Silence!”
Cameron opens her mouth to ask a question and he raises his hand. Cowed, Cameron looks down where they are lining up the other prisoners. Some of them are already stripping, prompted by the armed guards threatening them. She strips with tears rolling down her cheeks.
Sirius comes down the line as she pulls off her last sock. He looks over her and rubs his crotch. Cameron swallows her revulsion and looks away. She holds one hand over her own crotch and her arm over her breasts. At his gaze, she wishes her breasts were much smaller; they swell over her arm and she can’t hide them from his leer.
When she feels the large, meaty hand grab her arm, she lets out a sob. Sirius forces her arm down and grabs her breast with his other hand. She shudders at his touch and the rough fingers that squeeze her breast. Sirius twists his grip on Cameron’s soft mound. His fingers dig into her flesh and she feels her nipple growing tight from the sensations. It hurts but the humiliation that burns in her body aches even more.
“Now, little bitch, you’re just my type.” He releases her breast and cups her chin, forcing her to look up at him. She glares at him through tear filled eyes; up close, he is almost a half meter taller than her.
Sirius gestured with his chin. “Add her to our pile.” One of the guards shoves her to the side to an area marked off by two wagons a symbol painted on the side. She quickly recognizes belonging to the Clan Marquis. There is already a prisoner standing near the wagons, the first woman Cameron saw captured.
Cameron is shoved up against the girl and ordered to stay. Three guards surround them. Cameron turns to the girl and whispers, “Hi.”
The brunette looks at her, tears rolling down her face, whispers back. “What is going on?”
“I don’t know. I’m Cameron.”
“Selena. I was just going to visit the museum for the day. Why are they doing this?”
“Silence!” orders a guard.
Cameron flinches at his command, but clamps her mouth shut. She clutches Selena, holding her tightly. She lifts her head and watches as Sirius inspects the prisoners. He has a companion, a woman with a bloody shirt. Together, they walk down the line of sobbing prisoners.
“I want her,” announces Sirius as he points to a girl, maybe early twenties with black hair. She has large breasts and tries to cover them and the thick patch of pubic hair between her legs at the same time.
“Look at the tits on her,” the woman speaks with a cultured, almost elegant voice. “She’s a cow and you know it.”
“Fine,” grumbles Sirius as he points to the next two women. “Then I get these two.”
“I ain’t got time for small tit bitches. You can have them. You need a breeder, Sirius?”
“One,” Sirius points to a skinny guy with dirty brown hair. “That guy. You can have the others.”
She grins and licks her lips. They continue to pick and choose their prisoners. Every one that Sirius picks is immediately dragged to join Cameron and Selena. The woman’s choices are dragged into a circle guarded by two men with short swords.
As they reach the last one, a girl barely sixteen, both Sirius and the woman stop. They look at her as the girl sobs pitifully. The woman scratches her nose. “Not interested, she’s too young and she won’t produce any milk for months.”
Sirius shrugs. “Why not. I’ll take her. I’m not fond of breaking in ones that young.”
As guards drag the sobbing girl toward Cameron, Sirius shakes hands with the woman. “Pleasure doing business.”
“See you soon, Sirius.”
Sirius nods and jams his hands into his pockets. The man paces back to his prisoners. “All right, guys, let’s get home. I’m hungry.”
One of the prisoners whimpers, “What is going to happen to them?”
A guard barks, “Silence.” and smacks the one who spoke.
Sirius chuckles and stops in front of Cameron. His eyes bore into her and she shivers at the look. “Be happy you aren’t staying here. The girls will spend the rest of their lives shackled to stocks, pregnant and producing milk. As soon as they run dry, she sells them off as meat to Lord Morganti. The ranks of the king’s soldiers have to be filled somehow.”
“And the guys?” comes a question followed by another slap.
Sirius chuckles. “They will spend the rest of their days fucking until their hearts explode. Then,” he gestures with a hand, “off to the meat farm.”
Selena clamps her mouth shut before any words escape.
Sirius steps in front of her. She shies away from him but he follows her when she tries to back away. Selena wilts underneath his gaze. Sirius takes a final step forward and jams his hand between her legs. Selena jerks up, almost off the ground, and then let out a shriek. She plants her hands on his wrist and strained to move his hand.
He chuckles and draws her closer, dragging her by her hips. Cameron has no doubt that his thick fingers are violating Selena and holding her in place. Cameron feels a spasm with sympathy in her own pussy. Selena twists her hips, trying to pull away, as tears splash down on her pert breasts. She looks at Cameron with pleading eyes and Cameron feels a stab of guilt at her helplessness.
Sirius growls into Selena’s ear, “And you, little bitch, are going to learn how to be quiet. In fact, I think I’m going to take you and your little brunette friend,” he leers over at Cameron, “and train you personally.” Cameron shudders at the tone of his voice. Sirius, fingers still jammed into Selena, speaks to the prisoners. “And, if any of you don’t listen to my orders, then I will cut your pretty little throats. Do you understand?”
Sobs and cries are his answer. Sirius pulls his fingers free of Selena and brings them to his lips. “Mmm, tasty.” He licks them clean before speaking to the guards. “Come on, get them loaded.”
Cameron and the others are shoved into the two wagons and ordered to sit down on benches inside. When the only male tries to speak a guard punches him. As the guy recovers, the guard sits down next to him with his unsheathed sword on his lip. The threat is obvious.
She takes the hint and remains silent as the wagons heads out.
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Cameron wakes up with a start. She was sleeping with her head on Selena’s shoulder. On the other side of Selena, the last girl, the young one, is curled up on the bench with her head on Selena’s lap. Yawning, Cameron sits up and looks around.
The wagon is quiet. Everyone but her is sleeping. She glances toward the back of the wagon and, to her surprise, it is clear. It would only be a matter of slipping away and running to freedom.
“I’d hate,” Cameron jumps as Sirius speaks up from the shadows in the front of the wagon, “to break those pretty feet of yours.”
“I wasn’t going to run,” she lies.
Sirius stands up from the shadows. He pads over to Cameron and squats down in front of her. Cameron’s body tenses at his presence. Even crouching in front of her, he towers over her. She feels vulnerable and helpless as he stares at her. One meaty hand rests on her thigh and she squeezes her legs together.
“You can’t stop me,” Sirius says with confidence. “If I want your pussy, I will take it.”
She squeezed her thighs together even tighter. “Why are you doing this?” whispers Cameron. Her voice cracks as she stares into the sparkling ice blue eyes.
“It’s my job. I’m going to break you, train you and then sell you off to the highest bidder.”
Cameron sobs quietly, her body shaking. “Please don’t do this,” she whispers, terrified to raise her voice. She feels her chest heaving from her breaths and knows that it only excites Sirius, but she can’t stop. She has heard of this. Men and women owning others like slaves, but no one stopped it and no one really knew what went on with those that were slaves.
Sirius drops his other hand on her knee. She looks down as he presses his thumbs on her kneecaps. His arms bulged as he pushes her knees apart. Cameron tries to stop him, but he overpowers her easily. He exposes her pussy and the thin triangle of hair above it and she can’t do anything. Fresh tears run down her cheeks. “Please… please don’t.”
His hands run up her thighs, forcing her legs further open. Her right knee presses against Selena who moans in her sleep. Knowing where his hands are going, Cameron squirms with discomfort and anticipation. His hand continues to drive up until she feels his thick fingers jamming into her pussy lips. He drags his fingers around until he catches her clit between two fingers.
She gasps at the sensation and tenses.
With a grin, Sirius drives his fingers down to the opening of her pussy and jams it deep inside. Cameron jumps and cringes as he forces his way into her dry pussy. Curling his fingers inside her behind the bone, he drags her to the edge of the bench.
Cameron doesn’t want to move, but there is no resisting his call. She feels her stomach clenching at the effort and plants one hand on the bench for balance. Sirius takes his free hand to push her knees even further apart. He leans into her, whispering in a deep, rumbling voice. “If you shut up and obey, the following months will be pleasant or at least tolerable. If you resist, then you are about to experience more pain and suffering and misery than you can imagine.”
Cameron chokes back a sob. She feels his fingers driving deeper into her, stretching her opening as he plunges his fingers in and out.
“Now, bitch, are you going to obey?”
When she doesn’t answer right away, he jams his fingers to the knuckle inside her, his thumb crushing her clit. She lets out a whimper.
“Are you going to obey?”
She nods frantically, just to stop Sirius. He withdraws his fingers and holds up his two fingers. They glisten with her juices.
“Lick them.”
“What?”
Sirius frowns and he reaches out with his other. Grabbing her breast, he crushes her nipple in his hand. “I said obey, bitch. Now, lick them clean.”
Shoulders shaking, Cameron opens her mouth as he shoves his fingers into her. She tastes herself on his fingers, the tangy taste of her pussy. He pumps his fingers in and out until they are clean and glistening. She closes her eyes in humiliation and tries to get the taste of herself off her tongue.
Sirius smiles and stands up. She can see his massive cock straining at his pants. She wants to look away, but can’t imagine anything as large as his. The wagon comes to a halt. She can see torches out the back of the wagon and another yard, not unlike the one where Sirius and the woman bargained for the prisoners. She turns back to see Sirius smiling down at her.
“Listen, bitch, I tolerated you speaking just now. But as soon as you get off that wagon, if I hear you say a single word, I will beat you. Do you understand?”
Cameron whimpers but says nothing.
Sirius chuckles. “Learning already. All right, everyone off!”
Cameron helps Selena and the youngest girl off the wagon. Sirius lines them up in the yard. It is dark and cool and she feels the moisture clinging to her body. Shivering, Cameron looks around.
The large house is three floors in height and easily the size of a city block. On one side, she can see what looks like an agility course. It has ramps, loops and tunnels in a random assortment. Frowning, she looks at the other side of the yard then freezes. There are lines of small houses, dog houses, in a fenced in yard. From what she can see, there are easily a hundred of the smaller houses.
As she watches, a woman crawls out of one of the dog houses. She is on her hands and knees. Her hair is pulled into a pony tail on each side of her head. She crawls out of the dog house and sits on her ass, like a dog. To Cameron’s shock, she is naked except for knee-high boots and elbow-long gloves.
The teenage girl comes up to Cameron and whispers, “Is she naked?”
Cameron nods. “Yes, but I don’t know—”
Sirius grabs Cameron by the back of her neck. He squeezes down until Cameron’s knees buckle and she hits the ground. Leaning forward, he growl, “You really don’t know how to be quiet, do you?”
He bears down on her, forcing her head into the ground. Sirius holds her down as he speaks to the others. “Now, time for your first lessons. You are not people. You are dogs, bitches. Even you,” he points to the guy, “are a bitch. And bitches don’t speak. They don’t talk, say words, or do anything besides bark, whine and whimper. Do you understand?”
Cameron hears a few say yes but most of them are silent.
Sirius shakes his head and gestures to the ones who talked. Guards rush up and grab them. Like Cameron, they are forced down to the ground as the armed men shoved their heads down.
A pair of naked women crawls up on their hands and knees. Like the woman she saw in the kennel area, they are completely naked. Up close, Cameron can see that their hands and feet are different. The one girl has no fingers, just the palms ending with five tiny stubs. Her feet are the same, the toes completely removed and leaving her to balance. Looking at the mutilated hands, Cameron feels dread filling her. But, the girl is acting cheerful, her large breasts bouncing as she prances over to Sirius.
Sirius digs his hand into the girl’s bag, and then pulls out a collar. “Thank you.”
The dog girl barks once and wags her ass like a dog. She has a tail that matches her brown hair. At first, Cameron thinks it is attached, but the tail moves naturally and she can see where it comes out from the dog girl’s tailbone. She bounces toward the nearest guard with her bag held high in her mouth.
Sirius grabs Cameron by the hair and pulls her up. Cameron’s back arches to relieve the pressure, thrusting her breasts forward as he pulls her from the ground. With his other hand, he wraps the collar around her neck. As soon as the ends met, there is a scraping noise and the collar grows snug around her throat. Unexpectedly, he releases her hair and she falls down. The ground smacks her face before she can stop her fall. “Ow—”
Cameron’s world explodes into pain as electricity courses through her body. She screams out and spasms as her skin crawls with power. As soon as it starts, it stops. Panting heavily, she looks up to see everyone staring at her. “What?”
The collar gives off a cracking noise and her body is wracked with electricity again. She feels it driving through her, tightening all her muscles until they scream out in agony. She tries to breath, tries to move but the collar twists her into a tight, shaking ball.
When it fades, Cameron remains on the ground, sobbing from the pain.
Sirius leans over her, his breath hot. “I told you to be quiet, bitch. And now, you are going to demonstrate the second lesson too.” He leans up. “Collars on?”
“Yes, sir!” come the guards.
“Anyone wanting to talk?” asks Sirius.
Cameron pants as she looks around the yard. The naked prisoners, bitches, are shaking in fear. Two of them have thighs that glisten when they had peed in fear. Four are still on the ground, one of them with her ass in the air as she sobs into the ground. The others stand here, shaking and terrified.
“Good,” says Sirius. “Now, lesson two is a bit easier. But I think some of you,” he smacks Cameron on the back of her head, “are too stupid to learn the first time.” Cameron whimpers, tensing for the electrical discharge but it never comes. “You are bitches and bitches obey commands. The first command is present. When I tell you to present, you get on your knees and spread your legs. Put your head down to the ground. Do you understand? Oh, wait,” he chuckles, “you can’t answer, can you? When I ask you a question, you bark once.”
He leans over Cameron and grabs her collar, hauling her up. She chokes as the collar tightens around her throat. Her fingers claw at the collar but she can’t find purchase.
“Bark, bitch.” Choking, Cameron tries to bark. She gasps and chokes, trying to bark like a dog but she is unable to get wind to her lungs. He relaxes his grip slightly as she forces a strangled bark out. “Good,” he whispers. “When I say your name, you bark. Do you understand?”
Cameron barks once through the tears, her body trembling.
“Maybe you can be taught.” Sirius turns to the others. “Bark.”
A chorus of barks rises up among the tears and cries. Cameron sees that the two other girls, the two from the house, also bark once as they sit on their asses. The only difference is they are smiling as they bark.
Sirius tightens his grip on the collar. “Now, Cameron, present.”
Cameron knows what to do. She shakes on the ground as she lifts her ass and spreads her legs. Her breasts rub against the hard packed ground as she sobs.
Sirius’ hands grab her knees and force them apart. “Further apart. I want to see that pussy and asshole of yours. If your lips are touching, you aren’t spread enough. If your nipples aren’t on the ground, you aren’t low enough. Do you understand?”
Face in the ground, Cameron barks once and feels humiliation burn bright.
“Good girl,” he pats her on the head. “And now you get a reward.”
Cameron doesn’t know what he is talking about until she hears the sound of a buckle being undone. She is going to be raped, right in front of everyone. She tries to push up, but Sirius slaps her ass powerfully. Her entire body shakes from the impact.
“If you get up, this won’t be a reward, it will be a punishment.”
Cameron stops moving, except for the trembling that shakes her body. She holds her breath as she hears Sirius lower his pants. His fingers dive into her pussy, forcing the lips apart. They are still slick, much to her humiliation and his fingertips reach deep into her pussy.
When she feels his cock press against her pussy lips, she wonders how she could ever have sex with him. It is larger than her fist and it is pressed against her hole. It will never fit and she squeezes her eyes tightly in preparation for the pain of being violated. His cock is slick and hot, oozing precum. He slides his cockhead up and down her slit, soaking it in his juices. He leans into her and the pressure at her opening increases. She desperately tries to bear down, to prevent him from entering, but more of his weight leans into her and she feels her muscles being forced apart.
“Come on, this is your reward.”
It doesn’t feel like a reward as he forces his cock into her. It stretches her open, more than she thought possible. Her flesh strains to contain him as the thick cock drives into her.
She is almost dry, but he isn’t. She can feel precum oozing out of his tip and it lubricates his shaft as he forces it in. He withdraws a centimeter and drives it in. Pumping in and out with sharp, powerful strokes, she lets out a wail and stretches out, clawing at the ground to escape his shaft.
Sirius’ hands grab her hips and he pulls her back. She feels flesh tearing and screams out in agony. “No!”
Even as she says it, she knows she will be punished. The collar explodes into pain and she feels the electricity crash into her. Her body shakes in seizure and she feels Sirius ram his cock entirely into her pussy, burying the far too large cock into her pussy.
She screams out in agony and her eyes blur from the pain. His cock is a log inside her, tearing her open, but he doesn’t give her respite. Powerful hands grip her hips as he drives his cock deeper into her, ripping her open as she suffers through the last of the electrical shock. His cock is too thick, too long and too hard. It slams against the back of her pussy with hard, brutal strokes.
Sirius doesn’t stop or even slow. With every stroke, she feels his balls smack against her thighs. Every ridge of his immense shaft burns in her memory as he rapes her. He continues to drive into her, inhumanly hard and fast. She shakes with every stroke, her breasts scrape the ground. Even with the agony that fills her, she feels a hint of pleasure filling her and feels shamed by it.
Sirius releases her hips and grabs her collar with one hand. Cameron is forced back as he pulls. The tightness around her throat chokes her and she feels him grow even harder with her suffering. His cock swells with every stroke and the pounding drives her off her knees and on the balls of her feet.
With a bellow, he punches his cock into her pussy and lets go. Cum floods her insides, filling her until it pours out around the junction of their bodies. He continues to drive in slow, shuddering strokes until his cock stops spasming inside her body.
Releasing her, Sirius lets her slump to the ground. He pulls out of her pussy.
Cameron feels relief as he exits her, but her body feels strangely empty. Cum pours of her gaping pussy and puddles underneath her.
Sirius stands up. “All right, I’m taking Cameron, Selena and the young girl with me. The rest of you take three bitches to your room. I expect to see some trained bitches tomorrow at dinner, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir!”
“And, little bitches, I expect you to know how to shut up and present. Do you understand?”
On the ground, shuddering in revulsion of her rape, Cameron barks once. Then closes her eyes as the tears splash down.
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I park my car in the garage and take the elevator up to the 19th floor of the downtown high-rise. I feel my pulse quicken as I approach the door to Suite 1920. Etched on the glass door insert is one word: “Brainstorm”
I’ve been referred to the organization by my older sister, Mariko. Mari was enigmatic, maybe even downright mysterious, when she told me about it. “Kimi, trust me, you’ll love it,” she had said. “I don’t want to tell you too much, it’s better that way. Just go with the flow and enjoy yourself. You’ll be in very good hands. It’ll be an experience you’ll never forget.”
I open the door and walk shyly up to the reception desk. The blonde receptionist looks up and smiles. “Can I help you?”
“Yes,” I say, somewhat hesitantly. I introduce myself. “I think I have an appointment. My sister Mariko spoke with you.”
The receptionist taps on her computer keyboard for a moment. “Oh yes, here it is. Yes, Mariko has been one of our more…interesting clients. It’ll be just a few minutes. Just fill out this release form.”
I smile at her, take the clipboard and sit down. The release form is somewhat cryptically worded, but Mari told me not to worry, and I trust my sister implicitly. I sign the form and give it back to the receptionist. I sit back down and begin reading a copy of “Psychology Today”.
After awhile, an attractive young woman in a white lab coat opens a door to the reception area. She’s a petite blonde with deep blue eyes. “Kimiko?” she says. I get up and walk through the doorway.
“Nice to meet you, Kimiko,” the girl says, as she shows me into a room with just a sort of plush captain’s chair and a plasma TV screen. The chair has a small keypad attached to the right arm rest. “My name is Gretchen, I’m one of the technicians here. Has anyone explained to you how this whole thing works?”
“No, not really,” I reply.
“It’s very simple really,” says Gretchen. “Brainstorm is a pioneer in virtual reality technology. We provide…adventures. Experiences, really. They can be whatever you like, whatever you think you might like to experience. Anything at all. There are no rules. Things that you might be too unwilling or too frightened to do in real life. After all, we’re all adults here. Do you know what I mean?”
I get the hint. “You mean…like sexual experiences?”
Gretchen smiles. “Yes, they can be sexual fantasies. We’ve developed the ability to stimulate the brain directly, so that you actually “live” your chosen experience. And we can stimulate the pleasure centers of your brain, so that it’s a complete sensory experience. It will all seem quite real to you, but it’s all going on entirely in your mind. The brain is capable of doing remarkable things all by itself.”
My eyes widen. It sounds like fun, all right, like the ultimate amusement park thrill ride — but I feel some lingering trepidation about putting myself in these people’s hands, letting them in on my most intimate thoughts.
Gretchen seems to read my mind. “Everything is, of course, handled with complete confidentiality. Believe me, Kimiko, you probably haven’t harbored any secret thoughts we haven’t encountered before.” She winks conspiratorially.
My spirit of adventure finally gets the better of me. “All right,” I finally say. “Let’s do it. What happens next?”
“Good!” Gretchen smiles. “First, we need you to complete an electronic questionnaire. The program will run on the screen, and your answers will be recorded on this keypad. There are arrows for up, down, left, right, and a button in the middle to enter your response. I’ll leave you alone while you’re doing it, but if you need me, just push the red call button. The questionnaire takes about an hour.”
I climb into the chair and make herself comfortable while Gretchen starts the computer program. Gretchen watches for a moment, then slips quietly out of the room. The first few questions deal with categories of “experiences”. One of the options is “sexual fantasies”, and I selected it. I might as well do this right, I think to myself. The program continues, and I enter my responses. Parts of the program are dedicated to written questions, others are more visual, presenting graphic, even pornographic images. I find myself becoming aroused, and feel a familiar warm wetness in my vagina.
Finally the program ends. The lights come up in the room and Gretchen re-enters, smiling. “Very good, Kimiko. This will give us all we need. Come with me.”
I get up from the chair and follow Gretchen out the door and down the hallway. She shows me into a room dominated by another chair, much like a dentist’s chair, surrounded by equipment, consoles, and displays. “I’m going to have to need you to remove your clothing, Kimiko. Then if you’ll just climb in to the chair, we’ll get you hooked up and get going,” says Gretchen.
“Why do I need my clothes off?” I ask. Mari hadn’t mentioned this part.
“We need to attach some sensors and probes so that we can monitor your bio-functions, and also feed your chosen fantasy into your brain,” said Gretchen. Despite her somewhat clinical explanation, I get the feeling that she’s attracted to me, and is looking forward to seeing my naked body.
Dutifully, I unfasten my skirt, lower the zipper and slip out of it. My blouse follows, and finally my bra and panties. I stand before her naked and her eyes slowly take in my body. “You’re lovely,” she murmurs.
“Ummm, thank you,” I smile, somewhat self-consciously.
She helps me slide into the comfortable seat, then adjusts the back, head and armrests. Done with that, she begins to methodically attach small pads, like suction cups attached to wires, to my body. Two go directly over my temples, two on my nipples, and one on my clit. Gretchen gently parts my labia with her fingers in order to place the pad directly over it.
When she’s finally done, she goes to a side counter and returns with a hypodermic needle. “This will hurt just a little at first,” she says soothingly. “Then it will feel nice. You’ll feel warm, euphoric. Soon after that, your fantasy will begin. If you become too frightened, there’s a red button on your right arm rest which will terminate the program. But keep in mind that fear can be a good thing. And ultimately, you have nothing to fear. What you’re experiencing is not real, and you’re completely safe.”
I wince as the needle stabs through my skin. And then, as Gretchen said, I begin to feel warm, happy, euphoric. I’m aware again of the wetness in my pussy. The pleasent sensations grow until the room seems to fill with fog, and I gradually lose myself in it.
After a few moments, the veil of fog slowly begins to lift. I find myself in a Roman palace, in a large room surrounded by Doric columns. There are cushions ringing the room, and men and women are lounging on them, the men in togas, the women in white silk robes that drape over their bodies, often exposing one breast. Servant girls are feeding them from trays: goblets of wine, cheese, grapes and other fruit. In a place of honor is the Emperor and his consort, a beautiful woman of regal bearing. The Romans talk and laugh — they are celebrating their military victory.
The awareness grows in me, as if from out of nowhere, that I am a slave girl. My people have been conquered by the Romans, and I have been brought here to entertain and serve them. The men of my village have been killed, or sent to die in the galleys. There is no doubt in my mind that they will kill me too, mercilessly, remorselessly, if I fail in any way to please them.
The musicians begin to play, their music soft and sensual. I know what is asked of me, without quite knowing how I know, and I begin to dance, moving slowly around the room. I am naked, but there are bracelets adorning my wrists, and snake-like gold bands encircling my upper arms several times. I wear a necklace with a blue gem hanging from it, and rings are on several of my fingers. I have been thoroughly bathed and perfumed.
I dance for them, my movements becoming more erotic as the music grows gradually more sensuous. Almost casually, some of the men uncover their penises, which lengthen and thicken as they watch me. A few of the servant girls reach out and stroke their stiffening cocks, as if this is among their many duties.
Finally, the music ends. I stand before the Emperor, panting from my exertion, a sheen of perspiration on my sleek body. The Emperor gazes at me, then slowly pulls his robe to the side, exposing his rigid cock. It is big and thick, as befits an Emperor, I suppose. He gestures to me with a slight movement of his head his head. His meaning is clear: I am to service him while the others watch.
I know I have no choice. I walk slowly forward and kneel between his legs. Leaning forward, I gather my saliva in my mouth, and bend over his penis, my lips several inches above it. I part them and let the saliva descend from my mouth in a rope, drooling down and landing on the head of his cock. I bend forward further now, and slowly slide my lips down over the head, taking it into my mouth. My head bobs up and down as I suck on him, accompanied by smiles and expressions of approval from the people in the room.
This is not a dream, I think to myself. This is real. I feel the silky texture of his cock in my mouth. I taste it. I release his cock from my mouth and flutter my tongue rapidly against the head, caressing it and teasing it. I want to please this man, in the hopes that he will let me live. I want to suck on his cock and draw the thick, hot sperm from his balls. I plunge my mouth down on it and slurp on him hungrily, bathing his cock with my saliva. I take him deep in my throat, fighting down my gag reflex, my fingers caressing his balls as I nurse on him. I want his Emperor cock. I want his Emperor cum.
Soon I sense his body trembling, his balls contracting against the base of his cock. I hear his groan of pleasure, taste the first hot, thick spurt of cum as it pulses into my mouth. I pull my head back, trailing strands of sperm, and pump his cock with my encircling fingers, extending my tongue to capture successive spurts of semen. It drapes over my tongue in thick white ropes, and oozes down my chin and down to my breasts. As his orgasm begins to wane, I take him again into my flooded mouth and suck on him eagerly, letting his cum flood out of my mouth and down the shaft of his cock. When he’s done, I lick the sperm from his shaft. His cum tastes heavenly.
He is finished with me for now. He smiles slightly at me as I raise my head, and I’m glad I was able to make him cum. He indicates his consort with a slight sideways movement of his head, and I crawl obediently to her. She has parted her garment and exposed her perfumed, hairless sex to me. I bend down and lick upward along the length of her cleft, and she sighs with pleasure. My tongue laps at her as she reaches down and parts herself with her fingers, to murmurs of approval from the other people in the room.
She tastes wonderful. My tongue teases her just above her clit, moving from side to side, then laps against it repeatedly as she shudders. Looking up into her blue eyes, I stiffen my tongue and drive it inside her, tasting her flowing nectar. Again and again I stab into her, fucking her with my long tongue as she writhes against the invasion. Sensing her approaching climax, I let my tongue slide upward again, running the flat of it directly across her clit. She gasps as I close my mouth over her sex and suck on her, then pull away and let her sensitive flesh slip from between my lips.
Once again my tongue lashes at her bud, and she rewards my efforts with a shattering climax, hunching against my mouth and crying out as pleasure swirls through her. When she comes down from her peak, sobbing with pleasure, I ease my mouth away and look up at her, my face sultry with my own mounting sexual desire. I wish I could make love to her every day, and I sense that she is thinking the same thing.
It is time for the next phase of my ordeal to begin. The Emperor claps his hands twice, and two servant girls escort me to a raised slab in the center of the room. They are naked. One of the girls is blonde, and looks very familiar, as if I’ve seen her before. There is a soft cusion covering the slab, and I am pushed gently down onto it. More servant girls join the two who brought me here, perhaps eight in all, and they quickly pour scented oil all over my body, spreading it with their hands. I feel two of them close their lips around my nipples, sucking them to hardness, then caressing them with their tongues. Another kisses me, our tongues twining together.
Their hands, fingers, lips, mouths, seem to be everywhere at once, moving smoothly over my slippery body as I writhe with pleasure. I feel slippery fingers penetrate my vagina and my anus, skewering in and out repeatedly. One finger is joined by others, and they slowly fuck them in and out of my slippery holes, stretching me. Other fingers rub my quivering clit, bringing me quickly toward orgasm. I cannot escape them. I don’t want to escape them. I lose myself in them. I gasp and cry out as my body begins to convulse, arching upward as I reach a furious, wrenching climax.
The girls do not stop. One of them gathers her four fingers together and slides them inside my cunt. Her thumb tucks into her palm and she slowly fucks her entire hand inside my obscenely stretched vagina, sinking it inside me to her wrist. She twists it and turns it as she moves it in and out, fisting me. Another girl has bent down and is sucking on my clit. Her tongue is driving me wild with ecstasy. A third girl thrusts three fingers in and out of my lubricated ass. Two more suck on my taut nipples, squeezing my breasts with their fingers. I orgasm repeatedly, shuddering violently, moving from one climax to the next without pause. my body alive with sensation. I sob from the repeated convulsions of my overstimulated body.
Gently, they withdraw their fingers from my orifices and turn me over, bringing me to my hands and knees on the low slab. They pour more oil on my body, their hands once again caressing my skin. I feel something being inserted in my vagina, a thick, smooth, wooden rod of some kind. Another one is slowly inserted in my asshole. Hands grip them and thrust them in and out, fucking me with them. They are stretching me, preparing me for what is to come. Slippery fingers again rub my frantic clit, and pinch my sensitive nipples. Once again, my tortured body erupts in orgasmic ecstasy as they jam the twin rods deep inside me.
After I’ve cum, they remove the thick rods and back away from me, leaving me crying softly, my body trembling, racked with pleasure.
Again the Emperor claps his hands. Five black men are led in to the center of ther room. They, too, are slaves, captured somewhere in Africa by Roman soldiers. They are naked, tall and muscular, with big, trunk-like penises hanging between their strong legs. Their heads and bodies have been shaved — they are completely hairless.
Somehow, as before, I know what is expected of me, and what is expected of them. These men, these savages, will fuck me. All of them. I fear them, and yet I’m excited, aroused by the thought of what awaits me. I descend from the slab and kneel on the floor as they gather around me. As I look quickly around the room, I see that several of the women have taken the men’s cocks in their mouths. Others are straddling the men’s cocks and impaling their cunts on them, moving slowly up and down. Everyone watches the entertainment in the center of the room as they fuck.
The black men gather around me and I reach for one of their cocks, raising it with my fingers and stroking it. It is massive and thick. All of them are. As I stroke it, the glistening head emerges from beneath his foreskin, and I take it into my mouth. My two hands reach out blindly and grab two other cocks, stroking them as I feel them become engorged with blood.
I suck them, each in turn, masturbating the others at the same time with my hands. As one stiff penis slips from my mouth, another takes it’s place. I turn this way and that, and always there is a new cock to suck on. I nurse on them greedily, slurping on their rigid cocks.
Another clap. One of the black men lies on the slab, his cock sticking straight up, black and glistening with my saliva. Eagerly, I crawl over him. I’m no longer being compelled against my will, if I ever was. I want this. I want to be fucked. I straddle his penis, reaching down to grasp it and guide it to the entrance to my slippery cunt. I sink slowly down on it, impaling myself on it’s rigid length. It fills me deliciously, stretching the walls of my pussy. My muscles clasp it tightly, sucking on his embedded penis.
A second slave moves up behind me, positioning his cock at the tight pucker of my ass. It has been stretched by the servant girls’ fingers and the wooden rod, and it now opens to accept the massive head of his cock as he slowly forces it inside. I wince in pain at first, but gradually my defiled ass begins to accept the obscene invasion. He doesn”t wait, but brutally thrusts it deep inside me with an animal grunt.
Another ebony cock now appears in front of me. It’s owner yanks my head up by my hair, and guides it between my lips, forcing me to suck it. My mind swirls with confusion. Three cocks are buried inside me! Savages, captured in some fetid, steaming jungle, and they are fucking me like rutting animals. They skewer their cocks in and out of me, all of them at once. It’s as if my body is floating, suspended between them, held there by their thrusting, fucking cocks. Hands grab my hands and hold them outward, and they are soon filled with two other cocks — the other two black men. I stroke them eagerly now, aroused beyond all imagining, my mind unhinged by the ravaging of my body by these men. Savagely they fuck me, pumping their cocks in and out of my now-welcoming orifices.
Suddenly, they stop, and I realize that they are switching positions. I hear a voice, a distant one, crying out. With shock, I recognize that it’s my own, begging them to fuck me harder. Soon enough, my body is once again stuffed with cock. On and on they go, fucking me for a while, then rotating, each of them enjoying every hole in my body. Each time they switch, I entreat them to thrust their cocks back into me. I lose track of the number of times I cum. One orgasm blurs into the next as I descend into a turbulent sea of plunging black cocks.
At last, I sense that they cannot or will not hold back any longer. As if by a signal, they bury their cocks deep in me, and I feel them spurt hot cum into me like seething, molten lava. Spurt after spurt floods my bowels as the cock in my ass flourishes violently. My pussy is flooded with syrupy cum as my muscles contract around the spurting cock buried inside it. His sperm bathes me and soothes the fire in me. Then the cock in my mouth erupts, filling my mouth with copious spurts of delicious sperm. I scream around it as my own final orgasm grips my body, He continues to pump his cum into my mouth, and I gulp as much of it as I can down my throat. Some of it escapes and oozes down my chin, dangling there and snapping off. Then the cocks in my hand spurt their cum, and I stroke them rhythmically as hot, thick cum drenches my fingers.
I gasp for breath, coughing as the black men stand back, leaving me oozing sperm from every orifice of my body. I hope that this is the final act, but a voice inside me tells me that it is not, that there is more yet to come. I collapse on the slap, on my back, trembling, struggling to regain control of my exhausted body.
Suddenly I hear a trumpet fanfare, a flourish of sound. I raise my head, and watch as a group of 80 men march in. It is a Centuria, a unit of the Roman military, let by a Centurion. They wear breastplates and helmets, but are naked from the waist down. This group of men has been singled out for special honors, having demonstrated uncommon bravery in battle.
The Centurian gives an order, and two of the men approach me, still lying on the slab. They move up on either side of my head, reach down, and slowly begin to stroke their cocks. One of the servant girls, the blonde one, moves up behind my head and cradles it in her hands, whispering soothing words in my ear.
The soldiers stroke their cocks, bringing them quickly erect. They continue to masturbate, bringing them close to my face as the audience watches with rapt attention. Once again I know, somehow, what is expected. I part my lips and extend my tongue, await the torrent of sperm that will soon spew forth from their balls. I extend my tongue.
The first of the soldiers suddenly groans and his penis erupts, sending viscous spurts of cum across my tongue, bathing it with warm wetness. Again and again his cock flourishes, covering my face with cum, some of it sliding down my tongue into my mouth. The second soldier now begins to cum, and he pumps it out on my face, his sperm joining that of his partner. When they are finished, they wipe their spent cocks on my cheeks and move back into ranks, to be replaced by two more soldiers. They, too, jerk themselves off, masturbating until their cocks spew cum all over my face, bathing it with thick, white sperm. I force the cum that has accumulated in my mouth out between my lips, and it runs down my cheeks in slow-moving rivulets as two more soldiers take their place.
On and on they come, two at a time, adding their hot, thick cum to the thick, gooey quantity already covering my face. Some of them spurt on my forehead, or in my hair. Some of them spew on my heaving breasts, and on my nipples. Some of them spurt their cum on my nakedly exposed cunt lips and clit. I reach down between my parted legs and slowly rub my slippery pussy with my fingers, still oozing cum deposited inside by one of the black slaves.
Most of them, though, aim for my mouth, which is repeatedly flooded to overflowing with cum. I keep forcing it out and making it run down my cheeks, but I swallow some of it, thinking that it will please the Emperor to do so.
I can’t describe my thoughts through all of this. My mind swirls with the obscene image of how I look, a receptacle for all these men, a place for them to shoot their cum. And yet, I find the scene incredibly erotic, and my body again hovers on the brink of orgasm. Through the ordeal, my servant girl whispers soothingly in my ear, and occasionally reaches out to clear the sperm from my closed eyes. Sometimes she gathers cum from my face with her fingers and brings it to my mouth.
Finally, the 80 men have all emptied the hot, thick cum from their balls on my body. My glistening, sperm-drenched face looks as if a bowl of cum has been turned over on it. The last man now approaches. It is the Centurian himself, a hero of Rome. He crawls up and straddles my body, sliding his monstrous cock between my breasts. I reach up with my hands and hold them together, surrounding it. He fucks his cock between them, sliding easily, lubricated by semen. My breasts glisten wetly as his cock skewers between them. I lift my head so that I can extend my tongue and lick the head of his cock each time it thrusts forward. My servant girl moves around behind him, between my legs, and begins lapping at my spermy cunt, her tongue sliding inside me, then caressing my clit, bringing me yet again to a climax.
The Centurion groans and sinks his penis into my mouth. His balls explode, flooding my mouth yet again with cum. I suck on him eagerly, lifting my brown eyes to meet his cold blue ones. I suck him dry, my lips stretched tight around the thick girth of his spurting cock, drinking down his cum.
He moves back, his spent cock slipping from between my lips, trailing a thick strand of cum. The crowd erupts in prolonged applause. My servant girl laps lovingly at my spasming clit.
It is time for the finale. Once more the Emperor claps twice. Two of the soldiers depart, and return leading a huge white horse, an Arabian stallion. It is the Centurion’s mount, and he, too, is destined to partake of me.
The horse is led to the center of the room, and I descend to my knees and crawl to him. The soldiers hold him as I bend beneath his belly, reach out, and begin to stroke his incredibly huge equine penis. It dangles from his body, seemingly three feet long as my fingers stroke it. Soon the glistening glans emerges from it’s sheath, throbbing and engorged with blood.
I am beyond caring now. There is nothing I will not do. If I could, I’d let the horse fuck me. I bend forward and lick the head of his cock, slowly encircling it with my tongue. It’s far too big for me to suck on, so I content myself with licking the head as I pump my fingers on the shaft, masturbating him. My tongue finds the hole at the tip of his monstrous cock, and I stiffen it and try to force it inside, fucking my tongue into the opening.
Suddenly, without warning, the stallion’s thick cum blasts against my mouth, the force of his sperm knocking me backward. Powerful squirts of it erupt against my face, covering it with equine sperm. Again and again it spurts forth, bathing my face with it, so much that it oozes down my body, covering my breasts and my belly. I reach down and rub my clit frantically, and my body explodes in a shattering, all-consuming climax as the stallion empties the last of his horse cum on my face.
The crowd roars it’s approval. They are all fucking now. Cocks are thrust into pussies, into mouths, into asses. Women lick each other and force fingers into each other. Everyone participates, even the nubile servant girls. Cum spurts everywhere. The entertainment is over. The orgy has begun. They will fuck all night, I know.
My blonde servant girl crawls to me and holds me in her arms, licking the horse’s cum from my face. Our breasts press together and our legs intertwine, as she licks me like a kitten.
I feel the fog envelop me, enclosing me in it’s soothing warmth until I can no longer see, and I blissfully lose consciousness.
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“Kimiko…are you awake?” The voice belongs to Gretchen. “Are you all right?”
I gradually regain consciousness. I am still in the comfortable chair. The sensors and probes have been removed. Gretchen’s lips are at my ear.
“Yes….I’m okay.” I’m still trembling from the endless series of climaxes that have ravaged my body. My voice seems very weak and faraway.
Gretchen is whispering softly. “I hope you don’t mind that I participated a little bit in your experience, Kimiko. We do that sometimes, just for fun. I was a certain servant girl. You might recall her.”
“Mmmmm, yes, I remember,” I smile, remembering. “I thought perhaps you were the Emperor’s consort.”
“Hmmmm, I wish I would have thought of that,” says Gretchen, her hand tracing down my tummy and touching my exposed clit with a gentle fingertip. “Anyway…I hope you enjoyed your first session. Judging by your responsiveness, I suspect that you did.” She gently stroked my clit, and leaned forward to kiss me.
I feel myself becoming more alert, more aware. I raise my head and gaze at her. “Oh my god, it was amazing. It was like I felt it, LIVED it! It was so REAL! I couldn’t stop cumming!”
“I know, sweetie, I know,” she replies, sliding a finger inside me. “We’ve seldom had such an extreme fantasy, certainly not with a first-timer. We weren’t sure how you’d react to the horse…your questionnaire didn’t give us too much to go on.”
“Mmmmm….that feels nice,” I whisper, as she drags her wet finger over my clit and teases it.
“Perhaps you’d like to explore a different fantasy tonight, sweetie,” murmurs Gretchen. Her fingers are heaven. “I get off work in a few minutes.”
“I….I think I’d like that very much.”
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Mia’s fun and games turn serious when she runs into two ex-cons…
After the virus had hit the world, thinks changed, women were treated as things, men toys. There were a few women left that were able to breed. They were kept in huge camps. The other women, lags, for short, (slag’s) were kept as slaves, sex toys. Men owned the world now. Women weren’t allowed unless permitted, to wear clothes, the only things that they were to wear were coloured colours. The colours were from white to black.
When a child was born, it were taken from the female and scanned to see if they were a breeder or a lag. If a breeder then it went to the camps to be taken care of by the breeders. If a lag then it was equipped with a coloured collar and sent to another camp. It was here that they were kept innocent, until they are to be taken by a male.
She stood in a small cramped like wardrobe space, in front of a long window. No room to move, nothing to do but to stand there and watch. Men came past and stared at her. She had often seen these men walking past the huge fences around her compound, but never to talk to one. After a while, the door behind her was opened, and the leash that was attached to her collar was yanked, making her stumble out of the enclosed space.
She was yanked, pulled, to another room. It was here that she was to come into contact with her master. The man who she was to serve till she died. Her leash was tied to the ring in the wall and she was told to kneel on the cold concrete floor. She heard him walk in, saw his feet as he stood a couple of inches in front of her bend knees.
“Stand,” he ordered,
She stood, keeping her eyes on the floor, The man walked around her, roaming his hands over her young body, feeling her small firm tits. His hands roaming down to her slightly parted legs.
“Open,” he ordered again,
She opened her legs still keeping her eyes on the floor. She felt his hands now roam up between her legs, into her hole.
“she pure?” he asked the other bloke in the room.
“Of course, they all are when they leave the camps, “
“Okay, I’ll take this today, how much?” he asked as they both left the room.
After a while she was taken to another room this one had a glowing fire in the centre. She was pulled over to a small iron table that was bolted to the floor, and had heavy iron bracelets connected to the bottom of the four legs. She was pushed heavily onto the table, the man behind her held his hand on the small of her back holding her down. Her hands and feet were then pulled down to the bracelets. Hearing the loud clangs and now knowing she couldn’t move, fear began to creep into her soul.
He moved in behind her, his hands roamed over her body. He placed his hands around her waist, big thick callas hands that seemed to take up most of her body. He moved his hands down her body, over her young bottom and between her now outstretched legs. She could move, could stop him as his fingers penetrated her. She cried out in pain, it felt like she was being ripped wide open. He pushed more, she felt his wet fingers digging in more deeper.
She almost felt relief when he withdrew his fingers. He walked around to the front of her, bent down and lifted her head,
“This is my cock, I am going to ram into your peephole and fuck you till you till I have finished. It’s going to hurt, and you are going to scream, but you see I don’t care cause your mine.” He smacked her face with his cock and laughed as he walked behind her again.
Again she felt his hands behind her prying her tiny bottom apart a little. She felt the head of what she had just seen, what had looked like a huge piece of sausage meat, close to her peephole. She screamed as he rammed it in, she could feel her insides ripping as he shoved it in deeper. He started to move backwards and forwards, pumping his huge meat inside of her. She could hear him groaning as he pumped harder and harder. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her wrists banging around inside of the iron bracelets every time he pounded her. He began to pound harder and faster, intensifying the pain inside of her. She became aware of another heat, a heat on top of her lower back, she tried to crane her neck around, what she saw made her scream louder and struggle as much as she could. This seemed to encourage him more and with a laugh he shoved harder, it yanked on her hips pulling her towards him
“Now,” he yelled, as he fucked her a couple more times loading her up with his semen, ignoring the smell of burning flesh.
She came to a little while later having passed out. She was still attached to the table by the bracelets, her lower back hurt like hell, she had passed out when the red hot poker had hit her back. She lay quietly as she heard someone enter the room.
“Can I take her now,”
“She’s branded and used, so yes” came a reply.
“She’s a red yea, so she can be used any place, by any one, and have done what ever, yea?
“yes, okay mate thanks.”
She learned what the voices had said later, she was a red collared lag. The day she was taken out of the camp and used by her master to be she was branded with his mark, to let other men know who owned her, who she belonged to. She was fucked by other men when ever or where she went.
This is the first of many, I hope although the rest will just be telling it like a day in a collar. This was just to explain how the collars get out of the camps. Branded and used!!!
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