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Collected by Djian

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Sold into Slavey (M+/ff nc, torture, rape, kidnap, slavery)
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The day came around all too fast for Susan, and Saturday morning the man Serena had called Adam swung the heavy metal door open. It was mid afternoon and Susan thought it was much too early for them to be coming after her.

Adam stepped over to the cot where Susan sat and looked down at her.

"Time for the matinee performance, cunt. I've brought your outfit." He dropped a bag on the cot. "Get your make-up on, get dressed, and be ready to go in twenty five minutes.

Adam left almost as quickly as he had come. She went to the dresser and began with her hair, then she busied herself applying her makeup. She knew she had to look good. Once her makeup was in place she moved over to the bag Adam had left and emptied its contents on the bed.

Susan looked in astonishment at what little there was. It looked like they must have forgotten something. All that lay there was straps and small bits of leather. Then she noticed a small booklet in the bag. She reached in and pulled it out. As she opened it, she saw that it was a book of instructions on how to wear the leather straps. One by one she hooked buckles, snapped snaps, and finally the garment was on.

A leather collar ran around her neck with two straps dropping from the front center of the collar down to two small circles of soft leather covering her nipples. Straps ran around her back from the nipple coverings to buckle in the middle of her back, and two straps dropped from the bottom of each circle of leather down to a belt, which cinched tightly about her waist. Two more straps dropped own from the leather belt and ran down to the crotch-piece where they snapped one on top of the other.

The crotch-piece consisted of three straps all coming together just above her pussy-lips. And again just beyond the bottoms of her cunt lips. And another strap snapped to the lower part of the crotch-piece and ran up through the crack of her ass to a buckle on the waist cincher in the middle of her back.

Just as she had finished buckling the last buckle in the middle of her back, the door opened and Adam came in. He walked around her, inspecting every inch of her body. He looked down at the crotch-piece and frowned.

"That's not tight enough," he said, and walked around behind her and unbuckled the strap from the waist-cincher.

Roughly, he pulled the strap through the buckle, tightening up the crotch-piece between Susan's legs. The straps bit harshly into her cunt-lips and the center strap pulled up into her cunt. Again he tugged at the strap, almost lifting Susan from her feet as she went up on tiptoe.

"Ohhhhh! It's too tight!" she whined.

"Shut the fuck up, cunt, you'll wear it as tight as I want you to wear it!" He gave it another tug, then buckled it in place.

Stepping back around in front of Susan, he looked down at the straps cutting deeply into her crotch and the pussy-lips protruding lewdly out from between the straps.

"Yeah, Mr. Rowdy will like that," he said, and roughly shoved Susan toward the door.

Susan sat in the little room waiting for her turn to go on. The crotch-straps hurt and bit at her pussy and the ones on the outsides of her cuntlips dug deep into the flesh, cutting her.

Suddenly the door opened.

"Come on, bitch, it's time for you to go on now," the tall man, whose name was Ken, said.

"Yes, Master." She stood up, feeling the crotch-piece bite into her cunt.

Ken hooked a chain to a silver ring imbedded in the collar around her neck and led her out. She followed him meekly up the steps to the doorway to the stage. The man opened the door and Susan just caught a brief glance of another girl being led off through the door on the opposite side of the stage. She couldn't help but notice the red stripes and welts crisscrossing the girl's back just as the door closed.

Susan looked out into the audience. She knew the men were waiting for the next act and were hoping it would be just as good as the previous one. She knew the pain was about to begin and she tried to steel her mind for what she knew was coming.

Ken led her out to the center of the stage just as the door across stage was opening and the short muscular man, whose name was Doug, came out to join them. Doug was carrying what looked to be two shiny balls about the size of grapefruits. Each ball had a wire hanging from it. He placed the balls down by the edge of the stage and then stepped back.

Ken leaned down beside Susan and began fondling her cunt-lips, which stuck out between the pieces of leather. He looked out at the audience. "They look pretty good, don't they?"

The audience laughed and applauded, their eyes trained on the pouting straps cutting into the girl's cunt.

"What do you say we stretch them out a little more?" Ken smiled at the audience.

Again applause rang out through the audience.

Ken stood up and looked at Susan. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Susan could already anticipate the pain, but knew what her answer had to be. "Yes, Master. Whatever you wish."

Ken patted her exposed ass-flesh. "That's my little slut."

Now it was Doug's turn to get into the act. He picked up the balls and moved to center stage, holding the balls out toward the audience, he said, "These are lead balls. Each ball weighs five pounds, and when attached right here." he indicated Susan's protruding cunt lips "-they can really stretch on what you see."

"Spread your legs, bitch," Ken shouted.

"Yes, Master." Susan did as she was told. With her legs spread as far apart as she could get them, she could feel the straps pressing farther up into her pussy and cutting with more force along each side of her cunt-lips.

She felt Doug's fingers on her cunt-lips, rubbing them up and down. She looked down and saw two alligator clips with sharp teeth being opened. Both alligator clips were about to be attached to her left cunt-lip. Each clip had a wire running to a tiny metal ring, which was attached to the thin strand of wire running to the five-pound ball.

"Yyyyyyeeeeeeeiiiaaee!" Susan screeched as the teeth of the clips bit into her cunt-lip. She felt like thousands of needles had just been pushed through her pussy-lips. "Aaaaiiieeeee!"

Two more clips were attached to her other cunt-lip, biting deeply into the flesh.

"No, no, no, I can't stand them! Please, take them off! Oh God, help me!"

"This isn't the worst, cunt," Ken said. "Now you're going to have to dance for the gentlemen.

"I can't! I can't!" Susan cried.

"Are you telling us that you won't do it?" Doug smiled as he looked up at her.

"No! No, I'll try, I really will, Master!"

"That's better," Doug said.

Suddenly music came on in the background. It was a fast and loud.

"Dance, cunt!"

With the pain shooting up through her pussy like a flame had been touched to her flesh, she began moving her legs. She felt the balls bounce as Ken released them.

"Noooooooo! Aaaaarrrrrrrghhhhh!" she groaned as the balls jerked unmercifully at her cunt-lips, stretching them straight down. She thought the balls would tear her cunt-lips right off of her body.

"Dance!" Doug yelled.

Her feet moved slowly as the audience booed and jeered at her.

"Goddammit, I said dance!"

A long lash swished out through the air aimed at Susan's jiggling ass.

"Gaaaaaaaagggggh!" she screamed as the lash bit into her tender flesh. "Aaaaiiiieeeee!"

"You'll dance faster and raise those legs up or you'll continue getting the whip," Ken shouted from behind her.

She moved her feet and raised her legs faster.

"Unngh . . , unnnngh . . ,unnnnngh!" she grunted as the lead balls jerked at her tortured pussy, pulling at her cunt-lips, jerking them to the left, the right, down, and every way her body moved.

The audience began clapping to the fast beat of the music as they watched Susan's cunt-lips jerk from side to side and straight down.

"Umrnmph . . . ummmph . . . ummmph!" Susan groaned, dancing in a sea of agony pain shooting up into her body from her stretched pussy-lips.

The dance continued for almost three minutes before the music finally ended. The applause and cheers from the audience rang through the large room. They had been pleased by her performance, but she could only feel the pain tearing at her cunt.

She stood there waiting for another song to come on, but Doug stepped to her side, knelt and unclipped the alligator clips from her stretched cunt-lips. When they came off, she let out a resounding scream as blood filled the pinched-up areas the teeth had bitten into. Small dots of blood seeped out of the tiny marks.

Ken busied himself with the buckles connecting the straps of her outfit until he had them all undone. He removed the harness-like outfit, tossing it to the side of the stage and leaving her completely naked in front of the audience.

A large tub was brought out onto the stage. The tub was made of clear plastic so the audience would be able to see into it.

"Now get over there and lie down on in the tub!" Doug yelled.
"Yes, Master," Susan said, and moved over to the tub. She stepped over the two-foot high side and sat down.
She listened as Ken looked out at the audience and asked them if anyone had to take a piss. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she knew exactly what was coming.
Almost every man in the audience raised his hand.
"Each of you should get in hue near the stairs," Ken said, and almost as one the men in the audience stood up and headed for the stairs at the left side of the stage.
"Okay, gentlemen, step this way!" The man at the head of the line came up the stairs, followed by everyone behind him. There were five chairs placed around the plastic tub, and five men from the audience climbed up on them. Each man unzipped his pants and took his cock out, aiming at Susan's naked body.
"You will keep your arms behind you, and your head raised, Susan. You are not to close your mouth at any time," Ken said.
"Please, Master, don't let them piss on me! Please.
"It's this or the whip, now which would you prefer?"
"This, Master."
"Then beg them to begin pissing on you. Beg them to piss in your mouth, on your tits, on your cunt."
Susan looked around at the five men waiting eagerly to let their piss flow. "Please, gentlemen, please piss on me! I want your piss in my face, in my mouth, on my tits, and I want to feel your piss splashing against my cunt!"
Susan saw the cock in front of her drip and then let loose with a steady stream of the yellow liquid. The stream splashed against one nipple, and then she felt four more streams splattering over every part of her body. It was splashing into her cunt, on her tits, and a stream even found its way into her mouth. She gurgled as the piss streamed into her mouth and slid down her throat. She swallowed the foul-tasting liquid. She felt the stinking piss spilling out over her lips when she couldn't swallow fast enough.
As one man emptied his bladder he was replaced by a second, a third, a fourth, as the pissing went on and on. It seemed like it was an unending stream of piss bathing her entire body. Soon she was sitting in almost six inches of the yellow waste, and the smell was awful.
Piss dripped out of her hair and onto her face, squirted at her eyes and shot up her nose. There was no part of her body that wasn't coated by the streams gushing over her naked body. She sputtered and spit and swallowed as stream after stream slapped at her face and shot into her mouth.
To Susan, it seemed an eternity before the last man spilled his last drop of piss and shook his prick, getting the last drops to splatter against her soaked body before he tucked his cock back inside his pants and stepped off the chair.
"Okay, cunt, get out of there," Doug shouted.
Susan stood up, grabbing hold of the sides of the plastic tub.
"Get back there in the shower!" Doug said, pointing to a stainless steel booth far back in the corner of the stage.
She walked back to the booth and stepped in. Suddenly a stinging spray of cold water hit her. Doug handed her a small bar of soap.
She was allowed just enough time to soap herself, rinse, and run the water through her hair before Doug, holding a large bath towel, ordered her out. She stepped out and was briskly rubbed dry. Then he tossed the towel down beside the shower stall and led Susan 'back to the front of the stage.
"It's now that time you've all been waiting for, gentlemen," Doug said, and looking to the side of the stage, he made a motion for someone to come out.
Ken led a tall redhead out onto the stage. Susan looked at the girl and could tell by the look in her eyes that she was another slave. The girl had large tits, a narrow waist, and long lovely legs. She was naked.
"There are the two you will bid on for three days of pleasure in the privacy of your own home. You have seen both girls in action and only the girl receiving the highest bid will actually be rented out. The other girl-well, I'm sure we'll find something for her as punishment for not being a winner."
Susan and the red-headed girl stood side by side as the bidding for their services began. At first the redhead was bringing a higher price in the bidding, but within minutes bidding got higher and higher for Susan, and it wasn't long before the word sold rang out.
Susan had brought three thousand dollars. She couldn't believe that any one would pay that much to just rent a girl for three days.
The redhead was led off stage while Ken brought the leather strap outfit over and began putting it back on Susan.
"Arrrrrrggggggh!" she groaned as the strap running up through the crack of her ass was tugged down hard through the back buckle. The crotch-piece cut up into her swollen pussy-lips.
Suddenly Susan was lifted up on her toes by a fierce tug on the strap. Pain stabbed at her crotch like needles of fire.
Last came a dog leash snapped to her collar. The man rose from his chair, a big smile on his face, and moved up on the stage to accept the leash.
"Come on, cunt, you're mine for the next three days, and I just know Lucy is going to love you!" He gave a sharp tug on the leash, jerking Susan toward him, and they went back to the man's chair in the audience.
Susan sat on his lap and was constantly fondled while another girl Susan hadn't seen before was being lifted from the floor of the stage, her hands bound above her by a rope.
Susan watched the scene unfolding up on the stage with fascination. She had been through awful pain. She had been humiliated and disgraced, and now for the first time she was seeing it done to another girl. There was something about seeing a female body hanging there helplessly stretched taut by her own weight, waiting to be punished for the enjoyment of others, that gave a tug at Susan's stomach.
Susan caught a glimpse of the stage door on the left opening, and a huge man with a hairy chest strolled onto the stage. In his hand he carried a coiled black whip. He moved to within six feet of the naked girl and let the end of the whip fall to the floor, then he looked out over the audience.
"Gentlemen, our slave Betty has decided that today she wants the whip," he said, and looked at the girl. "Isn't that right, Betty?"
The naked, suspended girl raised her head and looked at the big man.
"Yes, Master," she said loudly.
Susan gasped as fingers pinched her puffy cunt-lips and pulled on them. The pain ran up into her loins, but her eyes remained fixed on the suspended girl.
"And just how many do you think you should have, Betty?" the big man asked.
"Twenty-five, Master," the girl said.
"And just where should those twenty-five be?" the man asked.
"Ten on my ass, Master. Ten on my back, and five on my tits, Master."
"And if I give you the twenty-five where you say, what will you do for the men in the audience?"
"You may choose as many as you wish, Master, and I will be obliged to let them use my cunt, asshole, or mouth in any way they desire."
"Does that meet with your approval?" he asked, looking out at the audience.
Applause and shouts of approval roared all around Susan as the man on stage flipped the long whip back and with a sudden forward motion of his arm and a flick of his wrist snapped it toward the suspended girl.
Susan heard a scream of agony erupt as the end of the whip hit the girl's back. As the whip pulled away, Susan saw a deep red stripe crossing from shoulder to shoulder on the girl's back. The girl's body jerked and swayed as the whip flew forward again, bringing a second shout of agony as it snapped loudly across her back.
Ten times the long black whip cracked across the girl's upper body and ten times across the cheeks of the girl's ass, each time bringing a scream of pain tearing from the girl's throat.
The girl was then turned to face the audience and Susan saw the expression of anguish, the tears of wracking pain seeping from the girl's eyes and dropping down onto her big tits.
The whip flashed forward through the air and landed directly across the girl's tits. Her scream echoed through the room and Susan blanched as if the whip had just cut across her own tits, which were now being fondled and squeezed by the man who had rented her.
Five strokes cut into the heaving girl's tits, leaving red welts and several cuts.
Then Ken moved over in front of the swaying girl's body. He held up a wet towel and placed it over the girl's tits. The girl screamed, and Susan knew that the towel probably held a mixture of salt and water.
Slowly the crank was turned and the girl was lowered, but her legs would not hold her. She sank down to her knees, sobbing.
"Are you ready to serve your masters and their cocks?" Ken asked.
Tears ran down the girl's cheeks as she looked up at the tall man. "Yes, Master."
Ten men were selected at random from the audience and the girl was ass-fucked, cunt-fucked, and mouth-fucked before being carried from the stage.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Susan stood beside the man who had introduced himself as Jerome. His wife, who Susan estimated to be about forty, satin an overstuffed chair looking up at Susan.
"Well, what do you think, Lucy?" Jerome asked.
"She looks like she'll do."
"I thought you might like her." Jerome smiled, pleased with himself and glad that his wife liked Susan. The last slave girl he had brought home hadn't caught his wife's fancy at all and he had heard about it ever since.
The woman staring at Susan asked, "Do you have any experience eating pussy?"
"Yes, Mistress. Some."
"Good, we'll have to give that tongue of yours a try later on."
"Yes, Mistress."
Looking at Jerome, Lucy said, "Looks like her cunt-lips are pretty swollen, how about her ass?"
"They didn't use her ass today," Jerome said.
"Well, Jerome, let's see how she takes it up the ass. Take off that harness, slut!"
"Yes, Mistress," Susan said, and began unfastening the buckles.
Jerome and Lucy watched Susan remove the strap-like harness, and then Lucy told her to turn around, bend over, and spread her asscheeks. Susan did as ordered and felt the four eyes leering at her puckered shitter. She felt the embarrassment of the position she was in, but knew she was just a slave.
Jerome moved around in front of her and unzipped his fly. Susan watched as his fingers slid in and pulled out one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "It won't fit-there's no way!"
Then she felt a sharp stinging smack against her ass.
"Shut up, cunt!" Lucy shouted. "You'll take it, and take all of it!"
Susan stared in disbelief at the huge prick jutting through Jerome's open fly. It had to be a good ten inches long or more and it was as thick as his wrist.
"I'll grease her up for you, honey," Lucy said as Susan felt the woman's fingers press a glob of Vaseline up against her shitter.
The woman's fingers moved the grease back and forth across her asshole several times, then Susan felt the woman's finger fuck up into her body.
"Unnnf!" Susan grunted as the finger entered her asshole. "Please, Mistress-please, don't make me take it up there! It's so big, I know it won't fit!"
Lucy hooked her finger in Susan's asshole and jerked upward.
"Gaaaaggghhhh!" Susan cried out.
"You do as you're told, you filthy little slut! We know what kind of girl you are. All you beautiful young things think you're too good for everyone else. Well, I'm going to show you just what we normal folk think about you. Your looks won't do you any good around here."
"I'm sorry, Mistress!" Susan groaned. "It's just that it's so big and I'm sure it's going to rip me!"
"So what if it does, bitch?" The woman's finger pulled up harder, bringing another grunt of pain from Susan.
Jerome stepped around behind Susan, letting his wife smear Vaseline along the shaft of his cock. He loved the touch of his wife's delicate fingers. It always seemed to make his cock stiffer.
"There you go, darling. Now stuff that monster up that whore's asshole."
Susan felt Jerome's fingers dig into her hips, followed by Lucy's hands on her asscheeks. Lucy spread the girl's asscheeks wide apart, and then she felt the tip of the huge cock slide up along her asscrack. She shuddered at its touch, knowing that it would soon be bearing down, pushing to get past the rings of her shit-chute. The cock-head moved up until it touched her puckered shit-hole.
"Okay, baby, give it to her. Make her take it all," Lucy said to her husband.
The pressure on her hips grew as Jerome pressed his fingers deep into her flesh and slowly began pulling her back. She felt his greased cock slowly begin to open her shit-hole as the pressure mounted.
"Unh . . . unh . . . unh!" Susan grunted as the muscles of her shit-tube were spread wider arid wider, forced apart by the huge cock trying to get in.
"Come on, baby, you can do it!" Lucy gasped.
"Oooooohhh, God, it's hurting! It's hurting!" Susan cried out as she felt her ass hole stretching more than it ever had.
Jerome looked down at his cock as it spread her shitter.
"Now, this is for you, honey," he said, and with a thrust of his hips and a heave back on Susan's hips, his cock-head fucked deep into her widely spread asshole.
"Aaaaaggghhh! Noooooo! Noooooooo!"
Susan screamed as the pain shot through her.
She felt like baseball bats had just fuck her. The pain was awful, and she knew the invading cock was going to rip her asshole wide open.
"Aaaaiiieeee!" she screamed again as the cock fucked in a little farther.
"That's it, baby! That's it! Give it to the little cunt! She deserves every inch you've got!" Lucy gasped.
"God, God, God, help me! Help me!" Susan cried as the cock continued to fuck up into her bowels. She felt like her entire body was being stuffed with cock, the pain burning into her shitter like no pain she had ever felt before.
"Here we go, sweetheart," Jerome said, and thrust his hips forward again.
His wife smiled as she watched two more inches enter the spread shit-chute of the young slave girl.
"That's it! Yeah, yeah, yeah, give it to her! Give it all to her!" Lucy shouted.
"Aaaarrgghhhh! Oh, oh, oh, please, you're killing me! Oh, please, stop, I can't take it! I can't take it!"
Six inches of cock already filled Susan's asshole and there was more to come as Jerome grunted and thrust, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into the tight asshole of the beautiful girl in front of him. He paid absolutely no attention to the cries of the girl. He knew once he got her spread a little bit, then she was going to be one hell of a fuck. He grunted and fucked another inch up into the girl's body.
"Noooooo! Nooooo! God, stop!" Susan screamed.
After one final thrust Jerome's belly slapped against Susan's asscheeks. Ten inches of thick hard cock was resting all the way up in the girl's shitter.
To Susan it felt like the enormous cock was lodged clear up in her chest, and the pressure on her asshole was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It felt like a red-hot poker had been driven up into her body and left there.
Suddenly Susan felt the cock start to pull back out. As the cock inched back out she thought that the suction was pulling every part of her insides along with it. She screamed, her body spasm, her knees felt like they were going to give out on her and she was going to fall, but she remained upright and felt the searing pain tear at her senses until she could reel only the cock-head still stuffed into her shitter.
"Oh God, it hurts!" she moaned as she felt the cock slowly start back up into her body.
It pressed and spread the holes of her asshole wider and wider as it fucked into her. She grunted and moaned as the pain tore through her body. She knew the couple behind her didn't care about her cries of agony. She knew they would use her in any way they wished. Her pain was their joy. Her degradation only drove them to degrade and humiliate her more.
Then the cock was pulling back out again.
"Now, baby, slam it to her." Lucy yelled as she reached up under her dress and began rubbing her wet pussy.
Jerome grunted and gave a mighty thrust.
"Aaaiiieeeee!" Susan screeched as the cock fucked all the way up into her Vaseline-lined shitter. She thought the cock had split her in two.
As fast as the cock went in, it was puffing back out, and Susan could see her tits dangling back and forth as her body was jerked back. Susan could hear Jerome's grunts as he began moving his cock faster in and out of her shit-hole.
The huge cock tore at her, ripped at her, filled and emptied her body almost in one motion. And then suddenly Susan felt a flutter in her stomach.
How could she be feeling this feeling with the pain that was digging deep into her bowels? She wondered
The cock fucked in and out, in and out, and the passion within her body continued to grow despite her attempts to stop it. She could hear Lucy shouting to slam it to her faster and harder.
Then she felt her own ass responding by shoving back at the huge cock.
"Look at the bitch!" Lucy shouted. "She's fucking you back! Well, I'll be damned, she likes it!"
Susan tried to tell herself that she didn't like it, but her body was telling her something else. Her body was taking control of her mind.
Then, suddenly, Susan was shouting, "Give it to me! Oooooh, give it to me! Shove it in harder, harder!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah! I'm getting ready! Goddamn, you're so tight, so tight!"
She felt her own body responding to the onslaught of the massive cock. She felt the heat in her body rising as sweat began running down her forehead, burning as it dripped into her eyes. She pushed her ass back to accept the huge cock.
"Fuck meeeeee! Oh, oh, oh, fuck me baby!" she screamed.
"Yeeeaaaahhhhh, I'm cummmmmming! I'm cummmmming!" Jerome gasped.
Lucy's hand was frantically rubbing up and down beneath her dress as she watched the girl's ass plunging back and forth on her husband's cock. She felt the heat rising in her body.
With one mighty thrust Jerome buried his cock deep into Susan's asshole and held it there. Susan could feel the cock swell even more as it pressed against her ass walls. She could feel her own lustful desires ready to burst forth just as the cock throbbed in her asshole and spurted boiling jism deep into her guts.
"Aaaaaiiieeeee, yeeeeaaahhh, yeaaaaaahhh!" she cried.
The cock throbbed and throbbed, shooting gob after gob of white, creamy spunk up into her bowels, and she heard Lucy let out a scream of climax as her own cunt completely flooded with juicy female cum juice.
Susan's climax was so great that fuck-juice was dripping out around the puffy lips of her cunt and running down the insides of her soft white thighs. Then she felt Jerome's cock slowly begin sliding back out of her tortured asshole.
When it finally hit Susan what she had done, she was deeply ashamed. She couldn't understand how she had let it happen. The pain mixed with the pleasure and the two together had been more than she could control. She felt humiliation at having cum in front of the couple. She had lowered herself to their level and vowed silently to herself that it would never happen again.
"Turn around, bitch," Lucy said. Susan turned. "Yes, Mistress." She saw Jerome's shit-stained prick.
"Clean it off," Lucy said.
"You mean lick my own shit?" Susan was caught by surprise that they would ask her to do such a thing.
"That's what I mean, cunt!"

CHAPTER EIGHT

In the bedroom Lucy pulled out a maid's uniform and tossed it on the bed. "Put that on. You can serve us our dinner this evening."
Susan picked up the uniform as Lucy rummaged around in the closet. There wasn't much to the uniform, but Susan did as she was told. If it was what they wanted her to wear, then it was what she would wear. A second later a pair of dark nylons flew back toward Susan's feet, followed by a pair of high heels. A garter belt came out, but no panties or bra.
Finally Lucy straightened up and eyed Susan as she began putting the garments on. Susan sat down on a chair by the bed and slid the nylons up her long legs.
The maid's outfit consisted of little more than a bib that barely covered her tits, leading down to a short skirt that was completely open in the back and covered her crotch by about one inch below the lips of her cunt. A tiny white apron was tied at her waist and the outfit set off by a frilly white cap for her head.
Once dressed, Lucy led her back into the kitchen mid told her where everything was. They were having steak, broiled potatoes and creamed carrots, along with lemon pie. Lucy and Jerome sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee while they watched their slave prepare supper. Susan knew their eyes were fixed on her rounded asscheeks, but being nearly nude didn't seem to bother her as much as it first did.
It took Susan almost an hour to prepare supper the way Lucy had said they wanted it. Every once in a while a hand would stop her and rub up and down her asscheeks before letting her go on with her work.
She stood back when she was done and watched them eat. She hadn't thought about being hungry, but now she realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast. She was hoping she would be fed once they were through.
Lucy looked over at Susan and caught the girl staring at the food. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, Mistress. I haven't eaten since breakfast this morning."
"But you had plenty to drink, didn't you?" Jerome chuckled, reminding Susan of all the piss she'd had to swallow.
Her eyes dropped in shame. "Yes, Master."
"Oh?" Lucy looked at Jerome. "What is this about drinking?"
Jerome explained the scene on the stage earlier m the day as Lucy listened intently. When Jerome was finished, Lucy looked up at Susan. "Did you enjoy the action on the stage?"
"I-I do what I'm told, Mistress," Susan said.
"Come over here, cunt."
Susan edged along the table until she was standing alongside Lucy.
"Undo the bib."
Susan reached behind her neck and pulled the tie loose and let the bib fall forward to reveal her tits.
"Put your right tit on my plate." Dropping to her knees, Susan scooted forward and placed her naked tit on the plate, pushing it into the steak sauce that remained.
Lucy picked up a fork and placed the tines down on top of the tit. She pressed the tines down to dig deeply into the soft flesh.
"Oooooooh!" Susan sobbed as the fork dug down into her tit-flesh, hurting her.
"Now, cunt, I asked you if you liked swallowing men's piss. I didn't ask you whether or not you did what you were told!"
The fork pressed deeper into her flesh.
"Aaaannnngggh!" Susan yelped as the pain in her tit shot through her chest.
"Answer me, you slut!" The tines pressed harder. "Ahhhhhh-oh, yes, Mistress, I-ohhhhh-enjoyed swallowing the men's piss!" Susan gasped.
"Good, then let's see how you like a woman's piss. Get down between my legs and cover my cunt with that mouth of yours," Lucy said.
Susan felt her stomach tighten.
The fork eased up off her tit, leaving four red marks where the tine had dug.
Lucy spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow and Susan knelt down between them. Since Lacy hadn't bothered to slide her dress up, Susan had to pull her head up under the dress. Opening her mouth, she placed her lips tightly against the hairy cunt in front of her.
"That's it, toilet-mouth," Lucy said, and squeezed down with her stomach muscles.
Susan felt a little piss seep into her mouth, but it was quickly followed by a gush of the awful liquid spilling into her mouth and running down her throat, forcing her to swallow as fast as she could. She felt the yellow liquid run down into her stomach.
At last the piss stopped, but Susan had to lick Lucy's cunt with her tongue until the drops of piss that clung to the cunt-hair were gone before she was allowed to rise. She stood beside Lucy, her right tit still hurting and covered with steak sauce.
"Now, maybe we'll let you eat," Lucy said, and began scraping all of the scraps into a bowl. Once the bowl was full she put it on the floor. "If you're really hungry, you can eat like the bitch dog that you are. Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your back."
Susan knelt in front of the bowl, wondering how she would ever be able to eat without the use of her bands, but she knew she would somehow have to manage She leaned forward until her chin rested on the edge of the bowl.
Jerome moved his chair around to Susan's side, eyeing the naked ass sticking up in the air and watching as Susan pat her face into the bowl.
As Susan rose with a piece of meat dangling between her teeth, Jerome took one of the long candles off the table. When Susan pulled the meat back into her mouth, she felt Jerome's bands part her asscheeks, and she almost choked as Jerome fucked six inches of candle up her asshole. She was amazed that there was very little pain. She felt a little pressure until the candle was in, but no real pain. She figured after her asshole had taken Jerome's huge cock, the candle was nothing and bent back over the bowl, seeking another piece of meat.
Steak sauce covered her nose, lips, cheeks and chin as she slurped up bits of fatty steak and leftover potatoes all mixed together. Jerome's fucking of her asshole with the candle did little to break her concentration on the bowl in front of her.
After eating, she had to clean up the kitchen, and she was told if she let the candle fall out of her asshole while working she would be severely punished. So all through clean up she had to constantly remain aware of keeping her ass muscles clenched as tightly as she could.
As Jerome and Lucy got up from the table, Lucy told Susan she could serve them wine in the living room. Susan acknowledged Lucy and opened a bottle as Jerome and Lucy left the kitchen.
Susan found the wine glasses, poured the wine into them, and carried them into the living room, where the couple had settled down side by side to watch television.
Jerome looked up at her. "Go to the bathroom and clean up. We don't want to have to look at the ugly mess you made of yourself."
When Susan returned from the bathroom, Jerome had his cock sticking straight up out of his fly. He looked over at her and motioned toward his cock. "Come on over here and sit on this."
Susan obediently walked over to him and started to straddle him.
"No," he said, "turn around and face the TV."
Susan turned around, spread her legs and slowly lowered her body, looking down through her spread legs for his cock. When she got close enough, she reached back and grasped the stiff prick. Already she could feel her cunt beginning to release its lubricating juices.
She guided her body down until his cock-head slid up between her pussy-folds. With a shudder she pressed her weight down on the huge cock, reeling it spreading her pussy walls wider and wider as it entered her body.
Again she felt her stomach clench and knew that a feeling of complete sexual fulfillment was creeping up on her. She knew her body was once again going to take control of her mind and send her reeling into the depravity of lust and climax.
"Ahhh, yeah, that's good, slut! Goddamn, your slut ass and pussy are tight!" Jerome gasped as his hands snaked around her to covet her fits. She moaned as his fingers squeezed into the supple flesh.
Susan gasped as his palms rubbed across her large nipples, bringing them to sharp peaks almost immediately. She loved the feeling of his fingers digging harshly into her soft tit-flesh.
Slowly she began rising, feeling the thick cock slide along the walls of her pussy. She moaned loudly and knew Lucy was staring at her. She rose up until only the tip of Jerome's cock-head was parting her cunt-lips, then dropped down, feeling the long thick cock fuck forcefully deep into her body.
"Oh yeah, baby, do it again!" Jerome whispered.
Up she went again and again as moans of pleasure involuntarily escaped through her lips. Jerome's fingers grabbed the two swollen nubbins of her nipples and squeezed, bringing another moan of painful delight from her.
Lucy moved around in front of Jerome and Susan, staring at the girl's cunt riding up and down on her husband's long hard prick. She could see Susan's cunt-lips press in as Susan went down on the cock, and then they pulled back out to ride along the thick cock as Susan moved up to let the cock slide out of her. She watched as Susan's eyes closed and her mouth opened wide to allow a gasp of utter pleasure to flow out. Lucy's eyes moved to her husband's fingers, watching them pull and twist at her nipples, stretching them first one way then another.
Susan felt the pain shooting through her fit-mounds and cried out as she rode the cock faster and faster. "Pull on 'em! Make 'em hurt! Stretch 'em! Oooooohhhh, shit!" she screamed.
Up and down she slammed her cunt, paying no attention to Lucy. All that mattered was the orgasm that was approaching.
She felt her cunt wails expand from the pressure of Jerome's cock as it swelled larger and larger. She felt the huge cock beat like a heart and send its load of hot cock-juice spilling into her anxiously waiting cunt. She felt her own juices release as another scream of joy tore from her throat and filled the air. That delicious feeling of reaching the peak and wanting to remain there forever was crashing all around her as spurts of hot cam shot again and again into her cunt. But as quickly as it had started, it was over.
It took Susan and Jerome several minutes to get their breath back before Jerome pulled her back against his chest and kissed her on the mouth. Her own lips parted to accept his probing tongue, which rubbed against her own and then pulled out.
"You really like it, don't you?" Lucy asked. As Susan rose from the shrinking cock, she looked down at Lucy. "I-I don't know, Mistress."
"Well, if you don't, you certainly put on a good show," Lucy said as she saw pussy-juice mixed with her husband's cum seep out of Susan's cunt and start streaming down the insides of her thighs.
"May I use the bathroom, Mistress?" Susan asked.
"Yes, yes, before that waterfall spills onto the carpet."
Susan headed for the bathroom to clean up the fuck-juices she had milked from Lucy and Jerome.

CHAPTER NINE

Susan sat in the little hut thinking about the past three days and all that had transpired. She thought about the times she had eaten, sucked, and licked Lucy's dripping pussy as the woman lay back, legs spread wide and moaning loudly.
The sound of metal against metal brought her out of her dream. She made no move to cover her nakedness as Mr. Rowdy entered. He stood looking down at her as she swing her legs around and sat on the side of the bed.
"I have heard that you did very well with Jerome and Lucy."
"I'm glad they were pleased, Master."
"Lucy was more than pleased, as was Jerome, but it's Lucy that's really difficult to please. It's seldom she wants her husband to bid on the same girl twice." Mr. Rowdy smiled.
Susan looked up. "You mean they want me back, Master?"
"Providing he can outbid the others," Mr. Rowdy said.
"I can only say again that I'm glad I pleased them, Master."
Mr. Rowdy turned around and pulled the stool over to the bed. He sat his heavy body down and looked at Susan again. "I hear that you even enjoyed the pain, is that true?"
Susan cast her eyes down. "I-I don't know if I enjoyed the pain or it was just the heat of the moment that I got caught up in, Master. I think it will take more time before I can give you an honest answer."
Mr. Rowdy smiled as he patted Susan's bare thigh." Well, we'll find out a little more next Friday night. You're scheduled to go on first and I've ordered Ken and Doug to put you to a real test."
"Oh," Susan said.
Mr. Rowdy stood up and pushed the stool back under the desk.
"I think I'll be in the audience Friday night just to see your performance," he said as he went to the door.
As the days passed, Susan thought about the upcoming show and wondered what Mr. Rowdy had meant by having Ken and Doug put her to a real test.
Finally Friday came and Susan felt the nervousness running through her body. She tried to read but couldn't keep her mind on it. She found herself pacing her little room, biding the time until finally, at last they came.
The door opened and Ken and Doug stood there in their black leather outfits.
"Come on, cunt," Ken said.
"But I'm not dressed, Master."
"I said come on," Ken said, starting toward Susan. With one hand he grabbed her arm and swung her stumbling barefooted onto the gravel outside her little hut.
Roughly she was shoved forward in front of them toward the back door of the corrugated building. They didn't take her to the little waiting room, but went straight up the stairs and stood at the stage door entrance. She could hear the murmuring and mutterings coining from the audience of men as they waited for the night's first act.
Suddenly Doug grabbed a leather harness and began putting it on Susan. The harness consisted mainly of two inch-wide straps that crossed her shoulders, ran down across her tits and through her crotch, with one strap to each side of her cunt-lips, up through the crack of her ass where they separated and buckled just behind her shoulders. A third strap crossed her back from one shoulder strap to the other just below her neck. This strap was wider and had a ring mounted right in the center of it.
Next her arms were pulled behind her back and metal cuffs were snapped around her wrists. Ken then took a piece of rope and knotted one end around her arm just above her right elbow. The rope then went around her left arm just above her elbow. Susan grunted as her elbows were then pulled together in the middle of her back. She felt the strain on her shoulders and back muscles as they tightened. The pain dug all the way around to her upper chest muscles, but the position in which they had put her arms had thrust her full rounded tits forward making them seem even larger than they were.
Then Ken opened the door and gave Susan a shove. As she fell forward, struggling to keep her balance, the audience became quiet. She knew they were staring at the way the straps cut up harshly into her crotch, pushing her cunt lips out.
Susan looked toward the center of the stage and saw a strange-looking contraption that reminded her of an old butter churn. The central difference was the long black dildo mounted on the handle protruding from the center of the contraption. Just above the churn-like device dangled a rope with a hook in the end of it. The rope ran straight up to a pulley and back down to the crank at the rear of the stage.
Ken pushed her forward until she was standing directly behind the odd-looking machine. The black dildo was waist-high in front of her. Doug was behind her and reaching up for the hook as Ken moved to the rear of the stage and turned the crank, lowering the hook.
Susan beard the hook slip into the ring mounted in the strap right behind her neck and then the sound of the rope pulling through the pulley and the click of the crank. As the rope tightened, she felt her body being lifted. Her feet left the floor as the straps running through her crotch dug painfully into her body.
Once her cunt was high enough, Doug moved her suspended body directly over the black dildo. It aimed at her pussy now, and she felt her body being lowered until the very tip of the black dildo was pressing against her pussy-lips.
Suddenly her body stopped as Doug took a tube of Vaseline out of his pocket. He squeezed a large glob of it directly in the center of her pooched-out cunt lips and smeared the grease around. She could see him then put a glob of the lubricant on the black dildo and smear it all over the ugly looking device.
"Okay," he said to Ken, and as she held her cunt-lips apart, she felt her body slowly start to lower. She felt the black dildo cock-head push her cunt-lips apart as it fucked into her body.
Lower and lower she went, feeling the massive black dildo fuck deeper and deeper into her body, filling her cunt completely before the lowering of her body finally stopped.
Ken moved back to the front of the stage. "Gentlemen, have you ever wondered how many times a female can climax? Well, we can't speak for all females, but we can certainly get a pretty good idea with this one. The machine you see between this slut's legs is such that it will automatically fuck her, and Doug has a control box that can speed it up at will. Also, the arm of the machine can be made to rotate as much as one whole foot in diameter. Now, while Doug is operating the fuck Machine, I will be using the cat on the lovely creature, urging her climaxes on. Also, as you can see, we have a number board up here."
Ken pointed to a board of plywood that had been wheeled onto the stage to Susan's right.

"The numbers from one to one hundred are there for you to place bets on, and they indicate he amount of times our little slave might climax. So at this point gentlemen, Doug will be taking bets. Put your money on whatever number you think will be the winning number of climaxes before the slave passes out."
Chairs moved and men edged to the stairs leading up onto the stage, and forming a line to place their bets.
"Oh, by the way, gentlemen," Ken said. "The winner gets to take our little slave home next weekend, and if we have more than one winner, there will be a draw of cards with the high card winning the girl."
The betting took about fifteen minutes, and soon the men were all back in their seats waiting and hoping that their number selection would be the winning one.
"Now gentlemen, we begin." Ken smiled and nodded at Doug.

Susan heard a hum start up below her and the dildo, already fully within her body, began easing slowly back out. She felt the stiff rubbery material slide along her cunt walls until only the very tip of the cock-head was still separating her cunt-lips. She felt the fluttering in her stomach and she felt her heart pounding a little faster knowing that it would be beating even faster within the next few minutes.

She hadn't seen Ken move around behind her with the cat, but she heard it swish through the air.

"Aaaaaaaargh!" she groaned as her body jerked, the nine knotted leather thongs slamming into her back. The jerk of her body rammed her pussy forward on the black dildo, bringing additional pain shooting up through her cunt.
Again her body lurched and she screamed as the whip dug into her back. The dildo was fully extended into her body and dug cruelly against the walls of her pussy. The dildo eased back out as the leather thongs slashed across her back once again. Susan screamed in agony as she lurched forward, jamming her clit against the tip of the black dildo and sending a second wave of shock into her body.

"Oooooh! God, nooooooo!" she cried out as the dildo fucked back up into her body.

Doug had turned the dial up on the remote control box just as Ken swung the thongs against the soft flesh of her ass. Her body jolted forward and the dildo tore at the walls of her cunt. It moved up and down faster now, and it seemed like every second time it fucked up into her the lash was biting somewhere against her skin, leaving its stripes and welts.

All of a sudden the black dildo started going around in circles. Not only was it driving up and down, but also it made wide, sweeping arcs, grinding the cock-head against her pussy walls as it rotated.
Ken had whipped her twenty times, leaving ridges of patterned welts crisscross by deep red stripes. It seemed like there wasn't an inch of flesh he hadn't beaten, and Susan wailed in pain from each biting stroke.
Suddenly the rotating arm the black dude was mounted on stopped swirling around and dropped back to a steady piston of her cunt. The cat stopped slashing into her back, ass and thighs. It was only the dildo fucking in and out of her body, and she once again felt the fluttering within her lower stomach begin to work on her.
Chairs were brought out for Ken and Doug to sit on. They sat watching the dildo fuck in and out faster and faster. They waited for the girl's first climax.
Susan dropped her head back and closed her eyes. She could feel her excitement getting stronger and stronger as the thick black dildo fucked her cunt. She could feel her pleasure rising from the effect of the dildo steadily fucking her, but h wasn't enough.
She straightened her head up, and as she opened her eyes, she saw Ken and Doug sitting there watching her. Then she knew what was missing. She needed pain. Not the overpowering pain that had been driving at her cunt, keeping her body from responding, but the whip, she needed the whip.
"Need something, cunt?" Ken smiled tip at her.
She hesitated, afraid to ask.
"Go on, speak up," Ken said.
"I-I need more!" she moaned.
"More what?"
"The whip! Please whip me! I need the pain!" she cried.
"How about on your fits?" Ken asked.
"Anywhere! I need the pain with . . ."
"With what?"
"I need the pain to help me-to help me reach an orgasm I" she groaned.
Ken stood up in front of Susan's jiggling body. He reached for her fit-flesh, grasping each bouncing fit and squeezing his fingers deeply into the soft flesh.
"Oooooh, Yesssss!" Susan hissed as the pain shot through her fits.
Her head tossed back once again as the fingers twisted the flesh first one way then the other. "Yessssss! Oh yessssss!" she gasped, trying to press her fits harder into his twisting fingers.
"Okay, cunt, we'll put a few stripes on these fits of yours."
Ken stepped off to the side and raised the cat.
"Aaaaaiiieeeee!" Susan screamed as nine thongs of leather crossed both of her tits at once, digging into her supple flesh.
She felt her fits bounce and jerk as the thongs pulled away, leaving a trail of red stripes brightly showing against the rest of the milk-white tit-flesh.
"Aaaarrrgh! Oh, oh, oh, yessssss!" She felt her excitement rising to meet the oncoming climax building within her body.
She arched her tits outward as much as possible, waiting for the next blow. It came across her stomach just as she felt the juices let go within her cunt. She screamed as once again the pain mixed with the pleasure that had built up within her.
The whip continued slashing at her stomach, tits and legs as a second orgasm ripped through her body, and then a third and a fourth. She was exhausted from the climaxes, but they didn't stop as the whip tore at her flesh and the dildo kept up its steady fucking in and out of her cunt. A fifth, sixth and seventh climax tore through every nerve of her body.
The whipping stopped, but Susan didn't notice. She had passed into complete blackness after the ninth climax. Her head flopped back and she passed out.
Slowly the crank was turned, pulling her limp body up off the black dildo. Her fuck-juices ran down her legs, dripping onto the floor as the machine was removed from in front of her. The crank was turned again and her body was lowered until she was lying on her side, completely oblivious to everything around her. Doug took the hook out of the ring as three men shouted from the audience. They were the winners.
Susan's eyes fluttered open. She felt her head shaking back and forth as she tried to escape the terrible smell of ammonia wafting up into her nostrils.
"Ah, our little whore is awake!" Ken smiled. Susan looked up. Her arms ached. Her whole body ached. Her pussy felt like it had a burning torch inside of it. She was totally spent. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't hold her and she felt Ken lift her up over his shoulder and carry her back to her little hut. She knew her arms were being unbound and the harness was being taken off, but it all seemed like a dream.
The next morning Serena awakened her.
''Wake up, Susan. Come on, Susan, let's open those eyes."
As her eyes slowly focused, the pain returned to her body. It seemed like every inch of her flesh was torn by pain. Serena helped her sit up and brought her breakfast tray over to the cot.
"Owoohhh!" Susan cried out as she touched several welts on her legs.
"We'll take care of those as soon as you've had something to eat," Serena said.
Susan gulped down the food. The beating and the climaxes had really taken a toll on her body and she felt the need for nourishment. Within minutes the two eggs, two pieces of toast, bacon and coffee were gone. Serena took the tray to the desk and then sat down next to Susan.
"We have to get this body healed up for the coming weekend. You have to be ready for Mr. Arnold by Friday evening," Serena said.
"Who's Mr. Arnold?" Susan asked. "He's the one who ended up winning you last night."
"Can I ask you something, Mistress?"
"Yes."
"Do you know how many climaxes I had last night?"
"I heard you had nine, all within ten minutes. Now, let's start on these wounds." Serena went to the task of getting Susan nursed back to health.
All week long Serena bathed Susan's wounds.
She used a special ointment on Susan's pussy and enjoyed pressing the ointment up into the girl's cunt and smearing it around, feeling the heat and moistness of her cunt. Every day Serena worked on Susan, she thought about the girl's delicious mouth and how that tongue had brought her to a great climax.
Four days passed before Susan began feeling pretty good and almost all of the welts and stripes had completely vanished. When Serena came in to take care of her, h was Susan who initiated the action.
"You've been good to me, Mistress. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" She smiled devilishly at Serena.
Serena looked down at Susan. "I'm sure there is. Do you have anything special in mind?"
"Would it be an imposition if I wanted to show my gratitude by giving you the pleasure of my tongue?"
"I'm sure that would be no imposition at all, and I thank you for wanting to give me a little pleasure for taking care of you, but this is my job, so you don't have to do it unless you want to or I order you to."
Susan looked up at Serena. "I want to, Mistress."
Serena sat down on the cot and parted the front of her dress as Susan knelt down on the floor. Moving forward, she stared at the juicy cunt waiting for her tongue and knew she was going to enjoy giving Serena the best tongue fucking she had ever had. Her tongue swept in large arcs across the full pussy-Lips, bringing an immediate groan of pleasure from the woman.
Susan moved her fingers up to Serena' s pussy and pulled the pussy-lips apart as her tongue lapped up and down on each smooth-skinned cunt-lip. Serena leaned back, almost lying on the bed as she enjoyed the touch of the slave's tongue on her pussy-lips.
Susan moved her tongue to the center of the woman's cunt and pressed it forward, fucking it as far into the woman's cunt-hole as she could get it. She swirled her tongue back and forth and up and down, before bringing it back out to lick up the full length of the pussy-slit, from top to bottom and back up again, until the tip of her tongue found the woman's clit peeking out from under its hood.
"Ooooh, yeeeeeaaaah!" Serena cried.
Susan flicked her tongue back and forth across the stiff cock-like clit and felt Serena press her hips forward, driving the clit harder against Susan's tongue.
"Do it, baby! Do it, do it, do it!" Serena cried as her hips began pumping up and down. She could feel the slave's tongue fucking in and. out of her sopping wet cunt, bringing stinging sensations to every part of her body.
Susan stabbed her tongue in and out, lapping upwards with each motion until she felt Serenea's clit rub across her tongue. She felt Serena pressing her hips upward with each caress of her tongue into the woman's cunt-hole. The juices from the woman's cunt covered her cheeks, lips, nose, and dripped down her chin.
"God, yessssssss!" Serena screamed, and grabbed Susan by the back of the head, pressing the slave girl's face harder against her cunt. "Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh! I'm cummmmmmming, cumininming, baby!"
Susan felt the flood of pussy-juice cover her tongue as Serena released a flood of cunt-cum. The fuck-juice poured out of the woman's cunt, mixing with the lubricating fluids already covering Susan's face and dropping onto the cot beneath her chin. She felt like Serena was going to smother her as she held her face hard against her seething cunt, but finally the woman relaxed. Her hands fell away from Susan's head as the woman completely collapsed back on the bed.
Susan backed away from between Serena's legs and looked up.
Serena looked down at Susan and both women smiled.

CHAPTER TEN

Susan stood in the center of the den or the large mansion owned by Mr. Arnold. In front of her sat a poker table with six chairs around it.
"This is where you will be doing the serving," Mr. Arnold said. Turning, he pointed toward the bar at the end of the huge den. "I want you to get acquainted with the place. I'll be back in a few minutes with the outfit I want you to wear this evening."
As Mr. Arnold left, Susan walked back over to the bar and began checking out where everything was. While she was going through the cabinets, she wondered what kind of outfit Mr. Arnold would have her wearing. She really didn't see much wrong with the outfit she had on. It was quite revealing with its extremely low cut choke and hemline falling just below her asscheeks.
Several minutes later Mr. Arnold came into the den carrying a little case much like a brief case. He motioned for Susan to join him on the sofa.
Opening the case, Mr. Arnold pulled out a pair of red, crotch-less bikini panties. Next a bright red bra with holes for her nipples to poke through, followed by a pair of red hose and a frilly red garter belt. Red satin anklet heels a good six inches high with tiny spike heels completed what there was to the outfit.
"You can get dressed now," Mr. Arnold said. "I want to see how you're going to look."
Susan stood up and removed her dress, hose, black pumps, and stood naked in front of Mr. Arnold.
"You sure are one hell of a good looking bitch! I know my friends are going to have a ball with you tonight."
Susan blushed. "Thank you, Master. I hope I will be able to please them and live up to your expectations."
"I'm sure you will, baby, I'm sure you will." Susan pulled the bikini panties up her long legs, and when she had them all the way up, she reached down and parted the crotch-bands, making sure her cunt was very visible. The bra was next, and that too was adjusted as she centered the holes over her nipples. The hose, garter belt and shoes finished the outfit. She stood back and turned around so Mr. Arnold could get a good look at her.
"Wow, you're one sexy woman! How did you ever get to be a slave?"
"It wasn't of my choosing, Master."
"You mean you don't like it?"
"I didn't say that, Master. I just said it wasn't my idea to become a slave."
Mr. Arnold found himself getting horny. "How about you give your temporary owner a little blow job?"
"Whatever pleases you, Master," Susan said, and moved toward him.
Mr. Arnold leaned back and let Susan unzip his fly. He felt her cool fingers on his stiff prick as she eased it out through the opening. Then her fingers slowly fluttered up and down the long cock-shaft. He felt her lips kissing the top of his cock and smearing the pre-cum back and forth across them as though the end of Ms cock was a tube of lipstick. Her lips felt soft and moist against the rubber head of his cock.
Susan felt the drop of fluid seep onto her lips and licked it off with her tongue. She continued running the cock-head back and forth across her barely parted full lips. She nicked her tongue back and forth across the little piss-hole. then her lips opened wider and slipped over the top of the cock-head.
She heard Mr. Arnold let out a low moan and knew she was bringing pleasure to him. Her mouth slipped down over the cock-shaft, feeling it fills her mouth until his cock-head touched the back of her throat. Her hands cupped his balls and gently squeezed them, bringing another moan of ecstasy to the man sitting in front of her.
Up and down her lips went over the stiff prick, and it didn't take long before Mr. Arnold was pumping his hips up to meet the downward motions of her mouth. Then his hands were on the back of her head, holding her steady as he fucked his cock as far into her mouth as he could. She felt his prick throbbing and swelling and knew his gobs of cum were coming.
As the hot spurts of cum shot into her mouth, she swallowed as fast as she could, making sure she got every last drop. She sucked at his cock until she had emptied every last drop from his balls.
As soon as he was through, Mr. Arnold pulled his saliva-covered cock from her mouth. He slipped his limp cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly as he stood up.
"You can relax for a little while now. My guests won't be arriving for another hour or so," he said.
"Yes, Master. Would you mind if I fixed myself a drink?"
"No, go ahead, but don't have more than a couple."
"Yes, Master."
Susan rose from her knees, cum dripping down her chin, and walked back over to the bar. She took a napkin and wiped the cum from her face, then fixed herself a rum and coke.
She carried the drink over to the sofa and sat down to wait for Mr. Arnold's guests.
Soon she heard voices outside the den. Four men entered the den, followed by Mr. Arnold.
Immediately she stood up and cast her eyes toward the floor as the men approached.
"And this is our slave girl for the night," Mr. Arnold said.
"Hmmm, nice!"
"Yeah, one sexy cunt!"
"Man, look at those nipples and those tits!"
"Sorry I'm late," a woman said from the doorway, and Susan couldn't help but look up.
The woman was elegantly dressed in a blue silk mini-skirt with matching blouse and spiked heel, which showed off her well-carved calves and ankles.
"Come on in and meet our stave, Linda," Mr. Arnold said as the woman strolled across the room.
"Nice," Linda said.
"Are you all ready for a little poker?" Mr. Arnold asked.
"I'm ready to take your money!" Linda laughed.
"You took it last week, how about giving us a chance?"
Linda smiled. "But, Ralph, the idea of the game is to win. I can't help it if I just had a streak of luck last week."
"What do you think, Bob? think we can beat her tonight?"
"We can try, but you all know this lady is one hell of a poker player," Bob said.
"Come on Sam, let's get started. You too, Andy."
Susan learned the names of everyone present as she listened quietly to the conversation.
"Drinks, cunt!" Mr. Arnold snapped.
"Yes, Master." Susan looked at the six people. "What would you an like?"
Each one gave Susan their drink preference, and as Mr. Arnold shuffled the cards, she went back to the wet bar.
Minute later Susan returned with a tray of drinks.
"Over here," Ralph said. "And light my cigarette."
Susan moved around the table. Picking up the matches lying in front of him, she pulled one free and struck it, holding the flame to the end of his cigarette. "There you are, Master."
Ralph reached up, grabbed hold of the center of her bra and pulled her down until her face was in front of his as he inhaled on his cigarette. She coughed as he blew a steady stream of smoke into her face.
"Thank you," he said, and released her.
"Over here now, sweetheart," Linda said. Susan moved to Linda's side. "Take your right shoe off," Linda said. Susan bent down and unbuckled the strap to remove the high-heeled shoe.
"Now put your foot right here." Linda pointed to a spot just in front of her chair.
Susan stood flat-footed, watching Linda lift her left heel and place it down on her toes. The weight or the heel pressed down harder and harder.
"Ahhhhh!" Susan cried as the heel dug into her foot.
"Oh, does that hurt?" Linda asked in mock surprise.
"Y-yes, Mistress!"
"Then let's see how this feels!" The men all watched Susan's face. Linda stood up and twisted her heel down on Susan's foot.
"Oooooh, noooooo!" Susan cried in agony. The spike heel felt like it was going to drive clear through her foot.
Linda removed her heel from Susan's foot and sat back down as though nothing had happened, telling Susan to put her shoe back on.
Susan's eyes were bleary from the awful pain running through her foot as she bent down and slipped the shoe back on and buckled it.
"Now go get me a napkin," Linda said.
"Yes, Mistress," she said, and limped pain-fully to the bar to get a napkin. "Here you are, Mistress."
Susan stood there almost unnoticed as the poker game continued until several hands had been played. The drinks were sipped at until they were almost empty before Susan was told to refresh them. She limped back to the bar, and when she returned, Mr. Arnold looked up at her, a sly smirk on his face.
"You could have been a little faster with these drinks."
"Yeah," Bob said.
Andy looked up. "Maybe she needs something to make her think about being a little quicker."
"I agree," Ralph said.
Mr. Arnold rose from his chair and walked across the den to a small cabinet. When he returned, he was holding a pair of alligator clips with two pound weights shaped like teardrops jewel dangle from them." Maybe these will perk you up.
Susan watched the clips open and saw the teeth which were about to bite into her nipples. Mr. Arnold moved one of the opened clips to her right nipple and let the jaws close over it.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Susan groaned as the teeth dug into her nipple, crushing the hardened nubbin of tit-meat. "Noooooo-uuuunnngh!"
She screamed again as her left nipple felt the terrifying teeth cut into it. The pain felt like needles had been jammed right into the centers of her nipples.
"Now bend over and shake those tits!" Linda shouted.
"Yes, Mistress!"
Susan bent forward at the waist. She shook her fits back and forth, grunting painfully as the weights tugged her nipples back and forth for several seconds before she was ordered td straighten up.
"My purse is on the coffee table. Get it," Linda said.
"Yes, Mistress." Susan limped as fast as she could, feeling the darts of pain roar through her nipples as the weights jerked her tits back and forth.
Linda opened the purse and pulled out a carrot. She handed the carrot to Susan. "Fuck your cunt with this while we play a few more hands of poker."
Susan took the carrot and moved the small end down to her pussy as she spread her legs. All six people watched her fuck the end of the carrot between her cunt-lips and up into her pussy.
They went back to their card game as Susan stood there fucking the carrot in and out of her cunt. The feeling wasn't at all unpleasant, but she knew that if she let herself start enjoying it and have a climax before they were ready she would be in big trouble.
Twice she was ordered to light cigarettes as she continued fucking the carrot at her pussy-hole, and a couple of times she was ordered to refill their drinks.
Now, as she stood silently between Bob and Ralph, Mr. Arnold spoke up. "Okay, folks, it is time to see who gets our lovely playmate first. This will be the last hand of the evening and the winner gets the girl first."
They all agreed as the cards were dealt out. The draw was made and bets went around the table until it was time to show their hands.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Looks like you're first, Linda," Mr. Arnold said as they all scooted away from the table and moved over to the sofa and chairs near the fireplace.
"And I know just what I want," Linda said. "Get over here, cunt, and lie down on your back on the coffee table."
Susan moved over to the coffee table and waited as the men cleared the ashtrays away. Once the table was clear, Susan lay down as she had been told.
Linda knelt over her and unclasped the alligator clips.
"Aaaarrrgh!" Susan groaned as blood flowed back into her nipples. Tiny teeth marks had cut into her nipples and now they seeped tiny dots of blood.
"You think this hurts, cant? By the time I'm through with these nipples of yours, you won't be able to touch 'em for a month without them hurting!"
Linda moved to the end of the coffee table. "Okay, which of you gentlemen will balance me? I need two of you."
Ralph and Andy both agreed to help Linda with her balance and moved to each side of the coffee table.
Linda looked down at Susan. "Now, slut-fact, I'm going to lift my foot over your chest and I want you to guide my heel down on top of your right nipple."
The foot raised above Susan's chest and the shoe was grabbed by both of her hands. Lifting her head so she could see the heel, she guided it down to her already aching nipple until the heel was dead center on top of it.
"Now, gentlemen, your hands please," Linda said, and took Ralph's and Andy's hands.
"Nooyeeeeeggh!" Susan shrieked as the spiked heel pressed down on her right nipple. "Armgggh! Ocooch noooooo!"
Linda looked down and placed her left heel directly above Susan's left nipple. The spiked heel pressed down on top of the nipple, bringing more shrieks of pain from the girl.
Then the worst came as Linda, with the help of Ralph and Andy balancing her, began bouncing up and down while twisting her heels on the trapped nipples.
"Aaagggh! Oh God, nooooooo! Oh please, no! No! No! I can't-unnngh-take it!"
The pain stabbed furiously into her tits and chest as her nipples were twisted back and forth beneath the spiked heels.
Shriek after shriek tore from Susan's throat and Linda did her best to make the screams louder. Then the right foot lifted up from the battered and now-bloody right nipple.
Without a thought to the girl lying beneath her, Linda took tiny steps down the length of Susan's body until her heels were both pressing deeply into her cunt mound. More screams of agony erupted as Linda bounced several times in one spot, then moved her heels over a half an inch or so to repeat the bouncing and twisting
For ten minutes Linda jabbed and twisted her heels into Susan's cunt mound. Bringing Susan pain was enough to set Linda's body into motion until it reached a peak and she came.
As soon as her body quit shaking from her orgasm, Linda raised her left foot and slammed it down into the pit of Susan's stomach.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Susan gasped, fighting for air.
When Susan opened her eyes, she realized she had blacked out. Her tormentors were drawing cards for high to see what order they would get her in.
"Welcome back, you little whore," Linda said as she sat on the sofa, a smile on her face. "You did enjoy my little stroll, didn't you?"
Susan turned her head to look t Linda. "Yes, Mistress."
Andy then stood over her prone body. "Look's like your cunt's mine, scum-bag."
He grabbed a fist full of Susan's hair. "Aaaaaghhh!" she gasped as Andy jerked her into a sitting position. Then she noticed that he was naked, his big cock sticking straight out from his crotch.

We've decided to give all three of your fuck holes a workout an at once. When I lie down on the floor, I want you to sit on my cock with your pretty little pussy."

"Yes, Master."

"You had better strip first." Linda smiled. Susan obeyed and removed all of the clothing except for the hose, garter belt and heels, while Andy lay down on the floor.

Susan straddled Andy and squatted down. His cock was only inches from her moist cunt. She grasped his prick, and as her fingers wrapped around the long stiff shaft, Andy let out a gasp of pleasure.

Slowly, she lowered her body down until she could feel the very tip of the cock-head spreading her pussy-lips apart.

"Yeah, cunt-face, that's it! Go on down!" She went lower and lower, until her cunt felt the cock-head pop past her pussy-lips.

Next Ralph was standing by her head. He, like Andy, had taken all of his clothes off. His cock-head bounced in front of her fact as Andy grasped her shoulders and pulled her forward until she had to rest her palms on the floor above his shoulders. Ralph's hand moved his cock to within an inch of her lips, and she could see the little drop of pre-cum seeping out of the little hole in the tip of the big cock-head. She knew what he wanted and slowly parted her lips and moved up to catch the little droplet of pre-cam She rubbed her lips back and forth along the tip of the cock-head before opening her mouth wider and taking it between her lips.

Fingers suddenly spread Vaseline around and into her asshole. It was Bob, and Susan grunted as his cock-head pressed against her little puckered shitter. She felt her asshole stretch, then all at once his cock-head fucked into her shit-hole.

As Bob pushed forward with his cock, filling her asshole, she could feel her own body press forward. Her pussy rode up on the cock inside of it, slowly easing up until only Andy's cock-head was parting her cunt-lips, and at the same time her lips slid over the cock-shaft pressing deeper and deeper into her mouth until she felt it bump up against her throat. But just as the cock-head rammed against her throat, the cock up her shiner began pulling back out, pulling her body back.

The cock up her ass fucked in a little faster, jolting her body forward.

Linda couldn't help but be enthralled as she watched the three-way fuck. It was almost like watching some kind of machine. She watched Susan's body jam forward as her asshole filled, which filled her mouth and emptied her cunt-hole. And as the cock in her ass pulled back, her mouth emptied and her cunt was filled.

"She's a fuck machine, guys. Drive your pistons in and out of her." Linda said.

Susan heard Linda's voice, but it seemed like it was miles away as the cocks fucked faster and faster in and out of her body.

"Oh shit, she's got one nice tight asshole," Bob said as he fucked his cock in with one steady motion.

"Her mouth's good too!" Ralph gasped.

Andy only grunted as his cock slid out of the depths of her cunt.

"Uuuummmph!" Susan grunted around the cock pressing against her throat muscles.

"Come on guys, fuck the bitch, give it to her!" Mr. Arnold yelled as he stroked his cock,

Sam stood as naked as the rest of them. He held his stiff cock in his hand as he stared at Susan's mouth pumping up and down on Ralph's cock. He was waiting for his turn to fill her mouth with his cock.

The cocks were fucking her faster and faster.

The tempo moved more swiftly and the grunts and groans became louder. Susan could feel her body reacting more and more to the pounding in and out of the cocks. She knew she was working up to one hell of a climax.

"Fuck her! Fuck the slut! Jam that cock in her mouth!" Linda screamed as her hand went up beneath her skin and began stroking her pussy. She felt her clit stiffen as her fingers began rubbing back and forth. The excitement of seeing the slave girl gets fucked was lifting her own feelings of lustful excitement higher and higher, and she could feel another climax beginning to build within her own body.

"Yeah maaannnn!" Bob shouted. "I'm getting ready!"

He fucked his cock faster and faster in and out of her stilt-tube, which forced her to work faster at the cocks in her cunt and mouth.

"Ooooobhhhh, baby! Oh, baby!" Ralph yelled as her mouth moved up and down the length of his cock.

"Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck," Andy gasped. Susan looked down at Andy. "My tits nipples. . . hurt them!"

Andy reached up and grasped the two nipples hanging over his face.

"Uuuuuumhhhhggg I" Susan gurgled around the prick bouncing against her tonsils. 'The pain shot up through her as Andy squeezed and twisted on her already-sore nipples.

"I'm reeeeeaaaaddddy!" Bob screamed. "Here it commmmmmmes!"

"Fuck yeah! Fuck it, baby? Yeeeaaaaahhhh, cuinmmmmming, cummmmmming!" Andy cried.

Susan felt spurts of hot cum filling both her asshole and her cunt.

Hands grabbed her ears as Ralph's cock jammed into her mouth, gagging her nit fucked into her throat. The cock swelled within her throat and began jerking. At the first jerk of the cock in her throat, she felt the first hot gob of jism shoot out. There was no taste, but she could feel it drip down into her throat, forcing her to swallow.

Cum shot into her body from everywhere. Her cunt, her asshole, her mouth were all filling up with the creamy white spunk. She swallowed and swallowed as cam filled her throat in a steady stream. She felt cum squishing out of her asshole to mix with her own flooding cunt juice and Andy's jizz leaking out of her cunt.

Soon Ralph, Andy and Bob had relieved her fuck-holes of their cocks. Susan wasn't disappointed though, as another cock fucked into her shitter and her mouth was stuffed with another. She was pumped back and forth again and again. More cum filled her body, until the men had all exhausted themselves.

Susan lay flat on her stomach, completely spent from the orgasms that had erupted throughout her body. She was happy.

Three days later she walked across the complex. Her door was no longer locked, and as long as she let one of her Master's or Serena know where she was going, she was free to do as she pleased.

She met three other slave girls. They all had their own little canteen to congregate in and talk about their experiences and how their lives had changed since being turned into slaves. Every once in a while one of the Masters would pick one of them for his own entertainment, and they went willingly. Sometimes they returned with bruises, welts, or cuts on their bodies, but they had been well fucked, and even after the pain they had taken, they had smiles on their faces.

On the way back to her little hut, Susan saw the van pull up in front of hut number three.
A beautiful blonde girl was being pushed roughly into the hut.

Susan smiled; She knew that within the next couple of weeks she would have another girl to talk to.

Four brand new huts were being built. The new huts were a little larger, containing two rooms instead of the one she had become used to, and the new huts would be for the older slave girls. She was one of them now.
She walked into her little one-roomed hut, lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. Friday was coming and she was looking forward to entertaining the men who would gather to see her beaten, degraded, and humiliated. She loved it. Her eyes closed and she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

The End

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