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Kathy's Story
By Ashley petashley@hushmail.com

Part 1

My name is Kathy Baldwin, I was born in a small town in Indiana, where my
family had lived for at least four generations. Growing up in a small town in
Indiana sucked. There was no way around it, and when we got internet access and
cable and I found out just how much I was missing out on, it just got worse. I
wasn't really into school or sports or anything. So by default, I ended up
hanging out with all the burnouts. The kids who did nothing but hang out and do
drugs and drink. Surprisingly, those were two things it was easy to get. As a
girl, I didn't even have to pay, I just got them for let the guys fool around
with me. I started drinking at 14, and having sex not long afterwards. It was
easy, a quick blowjob or two would get me all I could drink for a whole night.
The problems started when my parents found out. They were good church people,
really involved in the local Methodist church, and finding out their daughter
was a drunk and a slut was more than they could handle. So of course, they did
the smart thing and sent me off to live with the relatives. Specifically, with
my Aunt and Uncle in Ohio. I was amazed to find that there were actually towns
less interesting than where I'd grown up, this place was the same size, but they
didn't seem to have the underworld that I'd gotten into. Everyone was clean and
well behaved. I hated it with a passion. The only thing I enjoyed was getting
online and chatting with people. Because I was bored, and increasingly horny, I
spent a lot of time in sexual chatrooms. Luckily for me, both my Aunt and Uncle
had jobs, so I had plenty of time home with just my cousins. They were a few
years younger than me, which meant I didn't really have to babysit or anything,
and they had friends of their own and stayed out of my hair. A lot of
afternoons I would be naked in front of the computer, playing with myself while
guys online would tell me what they wanted to do to me. Over time, I spent more
and more time in S/M rooms, and then I started chatting with one specific guy.

He said he was in his mid-30's, a biker, and looking for a slave. The more I
chatted with him, the more I wanted to actually experience being his slave.
After nine months, as my birthday approached and I finished the school year, my
parents decided to let me come home after I promised that I would be a good girl
and not fall back into my old life. My Aunt and Uncle dropped me off at the bus
station on their way to work, leaving me there to wait the two hours until my
bus left. Instead of waiting, I got on the bus to Cleveland, leaving behind all
of my luggage and, hopefully, my boring life. After the bus got to Cleveland, I
called the phone number that I'd gotten, the person on the other end gave me an
address and a room number. Like I had been told online when we made these
plans, I went into the bathroom, took off my bra and panties and stuffed them
into the garbage. I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I was 5'5" 105
lbs, brown hair, blue eyes. I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed with my body,
my tits weren't very big, only about 32B, and I was pretty thin. I had started
shaving my pussy not long after I moved in with my Aunt and Uncle and had kept
it that way at his direction. I heard the door to the bathroom opening, so I
quickly slipped into a stall and pulled my dress back on. I slipped out of the
bathroom and checked a map of Cleveland on the wall of the bus station. Seeing
the address was right up the street, I walked out of the station and over to
what turned out to be a pretty run down hotel. I went in, there was no one at
the desk, so I just walked to the room number I had been given and knocked. The
door opened and he was there. He was huge, at least 6'4" and probably 250 lbs,
really muscular, but also with a gut. He had a beard and his arms were covered
with tattoos. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He reached out and grabbed
me, pulling me into the room and shutting the door behind me. He pushed me to
the foot of the bed and pulled my purse off of my shoulder.

"Don't look at me", he snapped as I started to turn back around. I stood facing
the bed, suddenly afraid. I heard and felt him step close behind me, then felt
him lift the strap of my sundress. He cut it, and then repeated the same thing
on the other side. My dress fell to the floor, leaving me totally naked. He
started running his hands over my body, first my ass, then around front to cup
my breasts. His leg slid between mine, forcing them apart before his hand
slipped down my belly to cup my pussy, one finger digging inside, finding me
already wet. Then his hands were gone, I fought the urge to turn around,
standing as he'd left me until his hands suddenly wrapped around my head,
putting a wide piece of tape over my mouth, gagging me. He pushed me hard,
making me fall onto the bed.

"On all fours slut", he ordered. I got on my hands and knees on the bed as he
climbed on behind me. I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy without any
delay. I hadn't had sex since before I went to stay with my aunt and uncle, so
I was really tight as he forced his way into me. I moaned into the gag as he
fucked in and out of my pussy, reaching up to pull and twist my nipples at the
same time, pressing me down with his weight. He fucked me hard and fast,
without pausing at all. On my hands and knees, getting fucked by an almost
stranger in a dirty motel, my mouth taped shut, it was so much like my fantasies
that I came almost instantly. He kept fucking me, then pulled out and ordered
me to turn around. I stayed on all fours, turning to face him, my face right in
front of his cock as he stroked it. He wrapped his hand in my hair and
continued to stroke his cock until it jerked and shot his cum all over my face.
It hit me in the eyes, making me jerk away, pulling my hair. He pulled my head
back and slapped my hand away as I reached up to wipe my eyes. "You never wipe
away cum slut, that's what you exist for now, to take men's cum."

I put my hand back on the bed, letting the cum run down my face, eyes burning.
He stood up and pulled his pants on, then stepped back into his boots. He
reached into his pocket and pulled out two scraps of cloth and threw them on the
bed. "Get dressed slut", he said as he pulled his T-shirt back on. I picked up
the pieces of fabric and realized they were a thong bikini. I pulled on the
bottoms, they were made of a string around the waist that tied on each hip and
another than ran down between my ass cheeks, and the front was a tiny triangle
that barely covered my pussy lips. The top was two small triangles that just
covered my nipples, a string around my chest and one around my neck. I stood
there, wearing the bikini, feeling more than naked, mouth still taped, waiting
to see what would happen next. He picked up a roll of tape like the piece over
my mouth and ordered me to put my hands behind my back. I did and he began
wrapping the tape around my wrists, binding them. He wrapped it three or four
times. Then he picked me up and dropped me on the bed. He pulled my legs
together and taped my ankles together. He set the tape down and picked up a
knife, my eyes went wide. He picked up my dress and used the knife to cut it
into small pieces. He took the shreds and went into the bathroom. I lay on the
bed and listened, hearing the toilet flush a couple of times. He came out,
picked my purse up and put it around my neck, then picked me up, throwing me
over his shoulder and walking out of the room. He carried me down the back
staircase of the motel and out to the parking lot. He stopped behind a maroon
car and unlocked the trunk. He bent over, dumping me into the trunk and slammed
it closed.

I heard the car start and felt it move, but in the darkness of the trunk, I
couldn't see anything, and the rough carpet was scratching my almost nude body
as the car drove on. Eventually, I dozed off, waking to the feeling of my hair
being pulled hard. I looked up and saw him, my hair in his hand, As I blinked
in the bright lights, trying to figure out where I was, he dragged me out of the
car, pulling me over his shoulder again. Looking around I saw that we were in a
parking lot in front of a strip mall, there weren't any cars in the lot, and the
business I could see were dark. I was carried through a doorway and into a
beauty salon. I was dumped into a chair while he walked into the back room and
came back with a woman. She looked like she was probably in her 30's, but still
in good shape, wearing a pair of black capri pants, a halter top, and a smock.
She was in really good shape, trim and her bare arms were muscular. They both
stood looking at me, then she told him to pick me up and bring me in the back.
In the back room, he untied my bikini and pulled it off, leaving me nude. Then
he set me down in a chair. The woman came back with a pair of ropes and used
them to tie my knees open, exposing my pussy and forcing my legs into a diamond
shape since my ankles were still taped. My arms were trapped behind me and my
mouth was still covered with tape. She used more rope to secure my head to the
chair. locking me in place. I was turned so that I wasn't looking at a mirror,
and now I couldn't turn my head so I couldn't see what was going on. She
started working on my hair, washing it first then doing something else. While I
was trying to figure out what was going on, she wheeled over a cart and looked
up at the man who had brought me. He nodded and she flipped a switch, picking
up a wand like thing with a needle on the end. She leaned over and started
working on my pussy area. I realized it was an electrolysis machine as the
electricity shocked me, making me moan behind the gag. She kept working, moving
all around my pussy, the pain hitting me again and again. My eyes glazed over
and I lost track of time as she worked. After a while, she pulled my hips
forward, tilting my body up and starting to work on the area around my asshole.
The pain became much worse, and I tried to get loose, but I could barely move.
She finally shut the machine off, and stood up. I heard her tell him that he
might need to bring me back for more treatments, since it was hard to be sure
she'd gotten it all when I was shaved. She started working on my hair again,
and a few minutes later, she spun the chair around so that I could see myself in
the mirror.

I was amazed because I looked completely different. My hair was blonde,
obviously fake, and the way she had cut it made me look completely different.
She pulled my hair into pigtails, which made me look even younger than 16. He
told her she'd done a good job as he ran his rough hand over my red, inflamed
pussy. He forced a finger into my pussy, making me moan through my gag and push
my hips up to try and capture more of it. He smiled, pulling his finger out and
untied me from the chair, ordering me to stand. I stood up, my legs shaky as he
tied my bikini back onto my body. He then picked me up, threw me over his
shoulder and carried me back out to the car, dumping me in the trunk. The car
started again, but this time it only drove for a little while before stopping.
The trunk opened again and I was picked up. He had pulled into a garage, I was
thrown over his shoulder and carried into a house. Once in the house, he
dropped me on the ground and pulled his knife out. He bent over and cut away
the tape on my wrists and ankles, tearing it off my skin. He left the tape
covering my mouth as he grabbed my pigtails and pulled my head back to look into
my eyes, "You crawl on your belly slave, until I tell you otherwise. If your
tits or cunt are not touching the ground, you'll be beaten" He pushed my head
down and I dropped to my belly on the cold hard wood floor. He reached down and
untied the strings holding my top and bottoms on, then walked farther into the
house, ordering me to follow. I slithered behind him, my bikini slipping off,
leaving me nude again. I dragged my body along the floor, as he led me into a
room where another man sat at a computer. They chatted for a minute as I lay at
his feet. Then he pulled me up by the pigtails, ordering me to stand against
the wall. He told me he was going to take the tape off of my mouth, but that if
I spoke, he'd beat me senseless. After he pulled the tape off, he stepped away.
I was told to look into a camera in front of me, and then to turn to each side
and to face the wall. After The last turn, I was ordered back to the floor.

The two men leaned together in front of the computer and then the printer
started. A card was dropped in front of me, I looked at it and saw that it was
a New York driver's license, with my picture and different personal information.
It had a new name for me and showed that I was 18. I was confused, but he
quickly dropped more papers in front of me, then sat cross legged in front of
me, sorting through them. There was a birth certificate, with the new name and
birthday, showing I was born in Syracuse, NY. There was also a slave contract,
and a power of attorney, giving him control of my legal matters, showing my new
name. He handed me a pen and ordered me to sign the contracts. I did as told,
he grabbed my chin and pulled my face up. I was told that from now on,
responding to my old name would result in punishment. He told me that most of
the time I would be called cunt or slut or slave, but if I ever had to speak
with someone who didn't know I was a slave, I would use the new name. I nodded
that I understood and he let go of my chin, taking the papers and standing up.

He asked if I needed to use the bathroom, I thought for a minute and nodded yes.
He snapped his fingers and walked out of the room, on my belly I crawled behind
him. He led me to the backdoor of the house and out into the yard. He pointed
to the grass and told me to go ahead and go. Having discussed this online, I
knew what he wanted and crawled out into the yard, squatting and pissing in the
grass. When I finished, I crawled back to him, watching as he started a fire in
the barbeque and burned my old id and everything else that was in my purse. He
walked back inside, as I followed him on my belly. The other guy was there
sitting on the couch watching TV. I was told to crawl to him, take his cock out
and suck it, I wormed my way across the floor, knelt in front of him and
reached up, opening his pants. His cock popped out, already hard and I leaned
forward and took it in my mouth. He leaned back, drinking his beer and talking
with the man who had brought me while I worked on his cock, paying no attention
to me at all. I tried to get his attention, bobbing up and down, feeling his
cock slide into my throat. He continued to ignore me, the only acknowledgement
I got was when he thrust deeper into my mouth and his cock started spurting cum.
Surprised, I was barely able to gulp it down. I licked his cock clean and
closed his pants up before going back to my belly on the floor. The man who had
brought me said it was time to leave and ordered me to fetch my bikini. I
wormed my way across the floor and picked it up, bringing it back to him. He
ordered me to get dressed, I quickly tied it back around my body, covering my
tits and cunt again. He walked back out to the car, carrying the folder holding
all my new documents. In the garage, I was allowed to get onto my hands and
knees and crawl. He opened the trunk and I quickly climbed inside. He shut the
trunk and I soon heard the car start and felt it move. Again I dozed off as He
drove. I woke to pain in my scalp again. As I was dragged out of the trunk I
saw that we had parked in front of a secluded house. He dropped me to the
ground and walked away. I crawled behind him as he walked to the front door, he
unlocked the door and walked inside. Instinctively, I removed the bikini before
following him and fell to my belly as soon as i was through the door. He shut
the door, ignoring me and walked further into the house, I followed as he sat
in a large recliner, looking me over.

Without warning he began speaking. He explained that I was now a slave, and
would be from this point forward, I had made the last choices of my life and
from now on would obey immediately or suffer. I nodded as he continued. He
told me that my body was now his, to do with as he wished, that I would not be
asked about anything and if I objected, again, I would be punished. He stood up
and ordered me to stay. He walked into another room, returning a few minutes
later, naked and carrying a small bag.

He ordered me to roll onto my back, standing over me. He knelt down and reached
into the bag, pulling out a long silver needle. He leaned down and started
sucking on my right nipple, pinching it with his teeth and pulling it away from
my chest until it was hard. He then straightened up and pushed the needle
through my nipple from the outside, I moaned in pain until it had slid all the
way through, he left it in place and pulled another needle from the bag. He did
it again with my left nipple, also leaving the needle in place. Then he moved
down between my legs, pushing them open wide. He ordered me to rub my clit, I
slid my hand over my pussy, slipping my finger over my clit, rubbing and
stroking it. As my hips started to thrust up off the floor he pulled my hand
away and replaced it with a large clamp on my clit. I screamed in agony and
thrashed on the floor, the needles in my nipples poked into my body, making me
bleed a little bit. He held me down with his weight and pulled another needle
out of his bag, pushing it through my clit, I sobbed and screamed, but couldn't
get away as he forced the needle through and left it there.

As soon as he was done, he stood up and ordered me to kneel. I didn't do it
quickly enough, and he kicked me hard in the side. Once I was on my knees, he
kicked them wide apart and grabbed a hold of my hair. Without warning he
started fucking my face, forcing his hard cock into my mouth, thrusting it in
and out without giving me a chance to breathe or react. After a couple of
minutes, he pulled out and told me to wrap my hands around his cock and jerk him
off on my face. Carefully avoiding the needles I reached up and started to
stroke his wet cock, it only took a few seconds before it began to jerk and
spurt cum all over my face. Remembering what he'd told me earlier, I fought not
to close my eyes or pull away. When he finished cumming he started walking away
and ordered me to heel.

His cum still dripping from my face, I dropped to all fours and crawled behind
him. He walked through a door and down a flight of steps. Moving carefully to
avoid the needles, I followed him down into a full dungeon, chains, cages,
whips, and other things covered the room. He ordered me to kneel on a platform
on one side. Once I was in place, knees spread wide again, he locked metal bars
over my ankles and calves to hold me in place. He lowered two chains from the
ceiling, locking cuffs around each of my wrists and pulling them back over my
head. He then wheeled over a machine and pulled wires from it, using small
clamps to attach them to the needles still in my nipples and clit, a clamp on
each end of every needle. He told me to have a good night, then walked back up
the stairs, turning off the lights and leaving me in the dark.

Part 2

A few minutes later, my knees started to hurt from kneeling, but I couldn't
move. I tried to pull loose, but there wasn't anything I could do. Suddenly, a
shock shot through my left nipple, feeding through the needle and making me
scream. Quickly, another one went through my right nipple and then my clit, one
after the other. There wasn't anything I could do to get away, I could only
kneel there and scream and cry. The shocks rotated, then all hit me at once.
They varied, sometimes coming quickly and lasting a second or two, other times
lasting for what seemed like minutes. Finally, I couldn't cry or scream anymore
and just hung from my wrists, gasping for breath. I could barely lift my head
when I saw a light and heard Him walking down the stairs. He was wearing a pair
of shorts, as he reached me, he started yanking the clamps off without opening,
pulling on the needles, making me moan again and thrash feebly. Without
speaking to me, he began jerking the needles out, pain shot through me as he
broke the scabs that had formed around the piercings and replaced the needles
with thick rings. He pushed his cock into my dry mouth, pissing without warning.
I choked on the awful taste, but was so weak it filled my mouth until I
swallowed. When He was done pissing, he held my pigtails and fucked in and out
of my mouth, not caring that I couldn't even respond as he used my mouth to get
off. His cock jerked in my throat as he shot his load and I gulped it down. He
then unlocked the chains on my wrists, leaving the cuffs around my wrists and
letting me collapse on the platform while he unlocked the bars on my legs, When
I was free, he ordered me to follow him and headed back up the stairs. I
crawled up the stairs, barely able to move. At the top of the stairs, he pushed
me back onto my belly and I wormed my way across the floor, following him. I
could feel the rings pulling at my tits and clit as they dragged across the
floor. He led me into the kitchen and ordered me to lie on the floor and lick
his feet while he ate breakfast.

Even after he used my mouth, it was still dry after the night of sweating and
crying. I dragged my dry tongue over his feet as he ate, trying to do a good
job for him. He didn't acknowledge me, eating and reading his newspaper. When
he finished, he reached under the table and grabbed my by the hair, dragging me
through the house into the back yard, I struggled to keep up, whining at the
pain in my scalp. In the backyard, he dropped me in the grass and told me to
squat and piss. I struggled into a squatting position, but after the night of
sweating I couldn't piss. He stood over me for a few minutes, telling me that
if i didn't go he'd have to punish me. I tried really hard, but couldn't do it.
He ordered me to crawl over to two posts set in the ground in the middle of the
yard. When I got there he chained my hands and ankles to the posts, so I was
standing spreadeagle, barely on my toes. Without warning he started whipping
me, hitting me across the back over and over, until I was shaking and crying.
He told me it would continue until I pissed. I strained, but couldn't go. He
walked around in front of me and began whipping my chest and stomach. I sobbed
in agony, but finally a small stream of piss leaked out of my pussy. He stopped
beating me and I collapsed in the bonds, hanging by my wrists. He let me hang
there for a long time, I tried to stand up, but couldn't get my feet under me.
Finally he came back and unlocked the wrist cuffs, letting me collapse in the
grass. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up, asking if i was hungry. I nodded
and he dropped me back to the ground. He ordered to follow him and I wormed my
way across the grass on my belly, flinching as the welts on my chest and stomach
rubbed against the ground. On the porch at the back of the house, he ordered me
onto all fours and went inside. I knelt there on all fours, waiting. He came
back with a dog dish, he set it down in front of me, and I could see it was full
of canned dog or cat food. He said I must also be thirsty and started pissing
into the bowl. When it was almost full, he ordered me to start eating. I
lowered my head to the bowl and began to choke the piss and food down, fighting
the urge to throw up. While I was eating, he walked around behind me and slid
something up my ass. Fighting the food and piss down, i almost spit it out when
cold water started flowing into my ass. I finished most of the food and he
ordered me to lick the bowl clean as my stomach started cramping and I shivered
from the cold water. He ordered me to stay and pulled over a hose, he used it
to wash the dirt and grime off of me, using cold water. After I was soaked he
walked inside, coming back out with a toilet brush and dishwashing soap. He
squeezed the soap over me, making the welts from my whipping burn, then began
scrubbing me down with the toilet brush. After he had done my whole body, he
picked the hose up and rinsed me off. He told me to stand up, walk out into the
grass and squat then pull the plug out and release the water in my ass. Barely
able to stand on my shaking legs, I did as he ordered, spraying all over my legs
and the ground as I pulled the plug out. He used the hose to wash me off again
and ordered me to stay there, in the sun and dry until he came for me. Then he
walked into the house and closed the door.

I was warm again and my hair was mostly dry by the time he came back out. He
was wearing his vest and jeans. He had a different bikini for me, even smaller
than the last one, it was the same kind of top, barely covering my nipples, the
rings showed through obviously. The bottoms were just a string around my waist
and one that went between my legs, splitting my pussy, hiding nothing. He also
had a wide leather collar, which he locked around my neck and clipped a leash to
the ring on the front, pulling me back into the house. He told me to walk, not
crawl as he led me out into the garage and told me to get on his motorcycle. I
climbed on and he put a pair of glasses on me that were totally dark, so i
couldn't see. He climbed on and started the bike, telling me to wrap my arms
around him as he started riding.

When he stopped, I felt him get off the bike, but he didn't say anything to me.
I stayed there, unable to see, trying to stay still. I heard voices, but
couldn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly a hand grabbed a hold of my
hair and dragged me off the bike, jerking the leash also. I was dropped to the
ground and a voice ordered me to strip. Frightened, I pulled the bikini off,
leaving myself naked on the ground. I could tell it was dirt and felt the rocks
against my body. Someone jerked my leash, pulling me along. I stayed on the
ground, keeping my self flat as I tried to keep up. I felt the ground change
from dirt to smooth tile. The glasses were pulled off and I was able to look
around. I was inside a large building, there were a couple of pool tables and
big screen TV's. Men like my Master were all over the place, drinking, talking,
and playing pool and darts. There were also women and girls, some in jeans and
t-shirts, but most were naked or nearly naked. I saw a girl who looked about my
age in one corner, she was hanging from the roof by her wrists, chained over her
head, her ankles were chained to the floor widely spread, and there were two
poles sticking up and pushing into her pussy and ass. Her body was covered with
welts and tattoos, I saw that most of the girls that were naked had at least a
few tattoos and most also had a lot of piercings. My Master was standing next to
me, holding my leash. He was talking to another man dressed like him, I heard
him say that I was probably thirsty and that he should take me to the bathroom.
The man took my leash and pulled me across the room, I dropped to my stomach and
crawled behind him. In the bathroom, there was already an asian girl tied over
one of the toilets, he ordered me to kneel beside another toilet. He took ropes
and tied me over the toilet, using them to pull my arms back behind me and under
the toilet seat, then tying my ankles back around the bottom to the toilet too.
He pulled my hair into a ponytail and tied a rope around it and pulled my head
back so that I was looking straight up. He told me that I should be a good
slave and do whatever anyone wanted. He took two fingers and shoved them into
my dripping cunt, then rubbed it all over my face before leaving me. A few
minutes later a different man came into the room, he pulled his cock out and
started pissing into my mouth without pausing. I had to gulp to keep the piss
from running out of my mouth. He said something about how I must love piss to
be gulping it down so quickly, after he finished he pushed his cock into my
mouth and told me to lick it clean. While I cleaned it, he promised to send me
more customers. Before leaving he twisted my new nipple rings a couple of times
and told me to have fun. I stayed there, stretched over the toilet for the
next few hours, men coming in to piss in my mouth every few minutes. Women used
the bathroom too, but they all used the asian girl. It wasn't long before the
way I was tied started to really hurt my knees and back, but there wasn't
anything I could do about it. Finally, a different man came in and began to
untie me, my stomach was bulging it was so full as he let me loose I collapsed
on the floor of the bathroom. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled me up over the
toilet. Holding my face above the bowl, he stuck his gloved fingers down my
throat until I gagged. He held my head in place while I choked and threw up all
the piss I had drunk over the last few hours. When I stopped spitting up, he
dropped me back to the floor and dragged me out into the main room by my leash.

He handed my leash back to my Master, who asked me if I was having fun. I shook
my head yes, wanting him to be happy with me, even though I was beginning to
think I'd made a mistake. He pulled me over to a corner of the room, where a
really fat man covered with tattoos was sitting on a stool. He looked me over
and asked my Master if he wanted a tattoo or brand. At the sound of the word
brand, I tried to pull away, that was one of the things I'd told him I didn't
want to do when we were chatting online. He'd promised to respect my limits,
but I heard him say he wanted a brand. I screamed and begged and tried to pull
away. The last thing I remembered was him turning towards me looking very
angry, his hand lashed out and everything went black. I woke up and struggled
as I realized I was tied down tight, I could barely raise my head and look
around. I was on a table, tied so that my ass hung off the edge, my legs were
tied to the table legs and my arms were tied above my head and wide apart, ropes
were wrapped around my body, holding it against the table and preventing me from
moving. The tattooed man was standing beside me, he smiled showing me that most
of his teeth were missing. He lifted a long metal shaft from a box next to me,
I saw the end was white hot and a brand. Without paying any attention to my
begging and pleading, he moved and quickly pressed it into the bare flesh above
my pussy. I sobbed in agony as it burned into my body. After a few seconds
that seemed like hours, he took it away and put it back in the box. My master
walked over and leaned close to my ear, telling me I was a slave, and I'd do as
I was told and it would be best to forget about any limits. He stood up and
announced that that new slave was now available to satisfy everyone. Men lined
up and started fucking me, sliding their cocks in without any preparation or
foreplay. My pussy was soaked, and dripping wet, I didn't know why. Each one
of the men thrust until I got close to orgasm, then pulled out and jerked
himself off until they came all over me. None of them gave me the chance to
cum, taking long enough between each time to let me calm down. I was whining,
both from the pain of the brand and the need to cum before very long. My chest
and stomach were covered with cum and two of the naked girls were brought over
and began to rub the cum into my body. I was allowed to rest a few minutes
before my Master came over and untied me, he pulled me off of the table, holding
me up because i couldn't stand on my legs. He dragged me over in front of a
mirror and made me look at myself. I looked nothing like I had a couple of days
before, my hair was totally different, my body was covered with welts and above
my pussy was the word SLAVE in block letters. He let go of me, letting me fall
on the ground. He told me to crawl around and see if anyone wanted to use me,
warning me that I'd be punished if he saw me loafing or laying around.

Ashley
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