Yes Master - the friends

Yes Master - the friends

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Lorraine is introduced to her masters' friends and is treated far worse than she had been expecting. NOTE: THIS STORY MAY OFFEND, I ALSO WISH NOT TO ENDORSE THE ACTIONS TAKEN BY SOME OF THE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

Summary

Lorraine is introduced to her masters' friends and is treated far worse than she had been expecting. NOTE: THIS STORY MAY OFFEND, I ALSO WISH NOT TO ENDORSE THE ACTIONS TAKEN BY SOME OF THE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

Content

Submitted: February 28, 2014

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: February 28, 2014

A A A

A A A


Master pulled my chain so hard that I thought my neck was going to snap off. I was dragged around a corner into a shady alley where I was made to strip down to nothing at all. Another of my masters clipped a clamp onto my shivering body - the leather dress had provided little protection from the cold but it had at least been something - which gripped both my nipples and labia. The chain connecting the clamps was a little short for my body, yet I found the experience of having my nipples and labia stretched and pinched at the same time very arousing.

It was still quite light out, and I felt a little self conscious with my body chained and naked open for the world to see. Luckily, my masters weren't too keen to get me noticed - for now at least - and we kept to the back streets away from the general public's view. I didn't know what day it was, for I had been kept by the man who had originally stripped and sold me to my new masters for a number of days before I had been bought, but I assumed that it was midweek due to the lack of noise on the nearby main road. Such normal thoughts were brushed from my mind when we turned a corner a bumped straight into another group of butch looking men.

My masters immediately stepped in front of me, as I had been leading the way despite not knowing exactly where I was going, and took up a defensive position ahead of me. I felt more than slightly touched that they were so quick to protect my innocence, at least what was left after everything that they had taken. Even so, I was grateful for their shielding as it hid my naked body from the other men. It was tense in the small alleyway, so much so that I could almost taste the testosterone, and part of me wished the encounter would end soon just so I could get back to pleasing my masters.

No words were exchanged at all, and I feared a momentous punch up, but the other gang just turned and walked away. I wondered what had happened, and why they had left so easily, but when one of my masters took the chain on my collar and pulled me behind him the thought took a back seat. We continued to walking through the back streets of the town, silence hanging heavy over my masters.

I could not stand to see them this way and, before I knew what I was doing, I took a step closer to the master holding my chain and slid my hands around his waist. He stopped immediately, whilst the others continued to walk, and I slid my hands down his trousers and into his pants. I quickly wrapped my cold hands around his dick. I leant into him, the clamps around my nipples pushing into his skin, and began to massage his cock. He moaned quietly, and suddenly my other masters had reappeared from around the corner. They strutted back down towards me, although I could not see them from behind my master's back.

"Ivan!" the leader of the group shouted. "We agreed to share."

"Not my fault Jax," Master Ivan replied. "The whore put her hands around me."

Throughout all of this I had been continuing to rub Master Ivan's cock, which had gotten far harder when the rest of his gang had returned from around the corner. As I began to rub him faster, the force pulling on my chain increased. He continued to try and give his excuses but they soon became futile; I felt his come slide down his dick onto my hands, and I assumed this was the reason behind his faltering excuses. I heard a few of my other masters laughing when he came.

Master Jax moved around Ivan, from whom I had now removed my hands, and slid his arms around me from behind. It was a surprisingly comforting and loving action from someone who was supposedly my dominant. He rested his face in the dip of my shoulder and turned so his lips were directly touching my ear. His warm breath made me shiver and I felt like I would collapse there and then when he began speaking - especially when he used my name, rather than calling me slut (or some variant) as the others did. "Lorraine, my men and I are you equal masters. We paid for you equally - admittedly I put more in, but still - we expect equal treatment from you. I assume I am right when I say that you recognise that, and your plans were to treat us all to the same at a future point?"

I nuzzled my head against his, and turned my face so I could make out his. "Master Jax, you know that I serve all my masters equally. Of course I was going to please you all. It just so happened that Master Ivan was the closest at the time. I wanted to thank my masters for protecting me from those other men. Master must know that I was going to please everyone privately in the future. And I would give special attention to you."

The fact of the matter was that I had been planning on pleasing them all, whether it be through a hand job, a blow job or just a straight out fuck. My brain was so overwhelmed by my body's reaction to this situation that I had forgotten completely that I had a normal life and family to ever get back to. All that mattered to me now was pleasing my masters, and being treated to whatever they had in store in return for my efforts.

"In that case," he said, nibbling on my ear as he pulled away. "We have no problem and we should get moving. Come on, bitch."

He grabbed my chain from Ivan and pulled me behind him, but not as hard as he had been previously. Clearly my willingness to serve had softened his attitude towards me. Even so, the chain was beginning to chafe against the skin on my neck and I knew within a few more hours of rough treatment it would begin to rub me red raw. Master Jax dragged me, admittedly gently or as gently as one can be when in the eyes of their followers,  and I hurried along around a corner.

We continued walking for a while, each of my masters taking turns holding my chain whilst the others pinched and slapped my bare ass. A few members of the public walked past us, getting more than an eyeful of what they had not expected to see - me naked with clips hanging off important parts of my body. Most just kept walking, but one took a double look and ended up getting punched in the face by one of my masters - ironically enough named Master Dickey. I made a mental note to call him Richard.

It had just turned 5 in the evening when we finally reached our destination. Part of me wondered whether we had been walking around in circles, just so my masters could see how long I could keep going before I died of the cold - or maybe embarrassment. Either way, we had soon arrived at an apartment block which looked like it had gone for decades without a clean. I went to enter the dingy building from the front, but was pulled by the chain back to my master. As I was pulled back, I fell ungracefully on my ass at Master Jax's feet. I pushed myself up quickly, and apologised quickly to my master.

"I will punish you for that later," Master Jax warned, although his lack of specifics made me feel slightly less worried. He clearly had other things on his mind so perhaps, if I hoped, he would eventually forget that he needed to punish me.

I was dragged around the building to a back entrance, which looked like it had been built as a goods lift. I was pushed into the small lift and Master Jax climbed in with me. He nodded to the rest of his men and the door was shut. There had been barely enough room for me alone in the small goods lift, but with the added person it was near unbearable. I was squashed underneath my master, the true picture of subservient, but before I knew it he was shifting his body around so that we were sat (admittedly very tightly, much like sardines) side by side. To say I was astounded by his consideration was perhaps an understatement. "Master?" I asked tentatively, not wanting to upset his sudden kindness.

"I see no reason to treat you harshly, Lorraine." There it was again. He used my name. Whilst the others saw me as nothing other than a slut that was there for the entertainment of the group, Jax had twice today shown me some respect. "You may be our servant, but that does not mean you must be treated badly all of the time."

"Thank you master," I said, trying to convey in those three words just how thankful I was for his kindness. The lift shook for a moment and stopped moving. For a split second I thought that we were going to plummet to our deaths, but luckily the lift was stable be it stuck. "Master, now might be a good time to tell you that I am slightly claustrophobic."

He lifted a hand to my face and stroked my cheek gently. His eyes were taking in every detail of my being - which was clearly on show - as if for the first time. "You will be safe in here with me, Lorraine."

"Thank you master," I replied once more. I was again truly grateful for his kind words, albeit a little shocked at his sympathy.

"Jackson," he corrected quickly. "But if you call me that any time other than when we are alone, I will punish you. Mark my words."

I took his message to heart, but the thinly veiled was less potent as a small smile began to cross his face. He seemed to suddenly realise that his hand was still touching my face, and quickly drew it down to his body as if embarrassed by showing affection. "So," he said, in an attempt to keep my brain occupied. "Tell me something about yourself."

"I hate that question." I shook my head in despair. Why is it that whenever someone wants to know something about you they pick the broadest possible thing to ask? I rolled my eyes as I grappled for something interesting to say. "My favourite colour is navy blue."

"Really? Interesting." Jackson seemed genuinely intrigued by the tiny piece of information.

And so, the questioning went on. What was my favourite food? My favourite band? What did I like to do in my free time? All the while, I was expecting the conversation to turn towards sex somehow but he was seemingly so desperate to learn the small things about me that he never once entered that zone of questioning.

"Winter," I replied to his most recent question. "Winter is my favourite season because you can sit inside by a warm fire, drink hot chocolate and watch from the comfort of your own home the elements battling outside. May I ask you one now?"

For a moment, Jackson looked like he was about to deny the request but seeing as how I had truthfully answered his flurry of queries he agreed. "How much did you pay for me?"

His stare became hard and, for the first time in the hour we had been stuck in the lift, I realised just how naked I felt - literally and figuratively, of course. "Why do you want to know that? It doesn't matter anyway."

"It kind of does matter to me," I argued, but remained as calm as possible throughout as I did not want to anger him too much - especially after how kind he had been to me in the past hour. "I want to know how much a girl sells for."

"One hundred and fifty thousand," he said grimly. "Plus another twenty thousand to make the little bastard who caught you keep quiet."

"Seriously? You bought me for one hundred and fifty thousand pounds? Why?"

The look he gave made me feel like a complete idiot. "Think about it Lorraine," he said shaking his head. "Why do people buy young women? To turn have a bit of fun before turning them into slaves to sell on for a profit."

For some reason, the fact that he had told me the truth made me angry. Here I was, telling him stupid pieces of trivia about myself, at his request, only for him to imply that he didn't actually care and was only using me as an item of goods to be sold to the highest bidder. "Bastard."

Before I could react, he hit me around the jaw on the exact place he had so delicately touched my face earlier. "Do not speak to me in that way."

I held his stare, determined not to back down. Suddenly, my situation crashed into me. What was I doing? I was letting random strangers hold me hostage and have sex with me! I lost my virginity to a rapist; someone whom I had never met before and certainly didn't love or even lust after! I was willingly walking around my hometown naked with clips hanging off every part and giving random people sexual favours! I was going to be broken and then sold on to some other pervert who wanted to break and humiliate me even more before using me as a common slave! I had made no attempt at escaping and just went along with it all because it was a bit of fun. My family must be scared shitless! I couldn't remember what had happened before that little weasel had kidnapped me but I must have been ripped out of my loving family's arms so some bastard could buy me. I let out a little sob as this passed through my mind. I ripped the clips from my body and threw them at Jackson. I clawed at the collar around my neck before giving up and bursting into tears. How had I let this situation get so far?

A blockade had opened inside of me and my emotions were flooding my system now. I began hyperventilating, made worse when it clicked that I was still trapped in a tiny goods elevator with a rapist.

All of a sudden a pair of arms folded around me, drawing me in to a comforting embrace, and I sobbed gently. I felt Jackson's hands rubbing my bare back softly, before one hand was brought back around to my face. He lifted the long strands of hair away from my face and once again stroked my cheek. His thumb brushed against the corner of my mouth which sent a tingle down my spine. I didn't care though; I was so overcome with sorrow.

He lifted my face up towards his and placed a soft, single kiss on my lips despite the salty tears that continued to flow, the hand on the back of my skull still gently stroking my neck in a soothing action. "Lorraine," he whispered as he drew backwards from his kiss. I could feel his lips moving against mine as he spoke, but still could not stop the tears from flowing and my breath coming quickly. "It doesn't mean much but I wish things were different."

Leaning away from me, but lacing one hand in mine as he withdrew, I vaguely saw him remove his outer jacket before draping it around my shoulders. I muttered a thank you, my tears finally beginning to slow. His thumb continued to stroke my hand, barely touching the skin, until I finally stopped crying. Resting the palm of his free hand on the cheek he hit, Jackson just looked at me, all anger he had been feeling gone.

My anger had left me too, but had been replaced by an emotional emptiness. Nothing mattered any more. I didn't care that I was here anymore. I would do what I was told to do. Even finding a way to escape didn't seem important anymore. I just wanted to be left alone.

"Why won't this stupid lift just go?" I asked, although it wasn't particularly directed towards Jackson. "And why the fuck are we here anyway?"

"The motor must have stopped. And this means we will be late for our meeting." Jackson seemed scared for a moment, but as quickly as I had recognised the look of fear on his face it had gone. "We came here for a meeting at six thirty but thought that if we got here early we would have time to play with you."

"Oh great," I said unenthusiastically. I had been dragged to a dingy apartment block to be fucked in a spare room by my current owners and then again later by another group of strangers. "Isn't that a little early to have a sex party? Because that is what it is, am I right? I am to be the entertainment whilst you make a stupid deal with another group of stupid gangsters, my groans of pleasure providing the sound track to the evening?"

My words were filled with venom, but I no longer felt bad about being horrible to Jackson. No matter how he could put it, the plan was to have me be a play thing. "I don't even care anymore," I mumbled. "Do whatever you want to me. I will go along with it. You make your deal and I will fuck whoever wants it. What does it matter?"

I seemed to have shocked Jackson, something that clearly didn't happen often. He opened his mouth to speak, but just as he did the lift began to move again. I shrugged his jacket off of my shoulders and grabbed the stupid nipple clips back from his lap. I had just clipped them on when we reached our floor. As the door slid open, Jackson grabbed my arm and whispered, "We will talk about this later."

Shaking my head, I murmured "Whatever you want, Master," to which he scowled. I received a gentle shove out of the goods lift to find myself on a private floor. The lush, gaudy and expensive interior design contrasted hugely with the cheap and nasty outer design of the building. This goods lift seemed the only way in and out, but I quickly spotted a small staircase. They clearly thought walking me up all those stairs would have used up my energy and there were many other uses planned for that tonight, I was sure.

Jackson stumbled out of the lift after me, and took a hold of the chain attached to my collar. "Lorraine," he began before I interrupted.

"Don't call me that. Just call me your little slut or whore or something else so I can pretend this isn't actually happening."

Anger flared in his eyes once more, but he visibly fought to keep a lid on his emotions. "Do not interrupt me. You will do as anyone asks tonight, understand? We will talk about your contract tomorrow."

"Contract? For what?" I shouted. "I am not signing any fucking contract to do with you, or this, or anyone involved."

He once again slapped me around my face, and I was certain that this time would leave a bruise. "You will do what you are told. We are your masters, and you are our slave. I don't care what you think about it. That is how it is. Understood?"

I told him that I understood perfectly and allowed myself to be marched into a large room of the corridor; Jackson... Master Jax holding my leash and pinching my arse harder than he ever had before as we moved. As the door opened, I saw a large group of men placed around an equally huge table. They smiled wickedly as I was walked in.

"Ah, Jax, you brought us a present," a bald fat man exclaimed cheerfully. "What a wonderful looking slave you have there."

"She is yours for the night. I will collect her in the morning when I will pick up our contract. I expect her to be in a sellable condition tomorrow, so don't play with her too hard. She is fragile." He turned to leave the room, pushing me to the ground as he moved. He spat on me for good measure.

I watched as he left the room. He paused at the door, and looked straight at me with an intensity I had never experienced, before closing the door quietly behind him. The moment the door was shut, the men around the table jumped up and basically ran towards me.

I stood up, knowing that they would want a full look at me, but kept my eyes to the ground. I felt 8 different pairs of hands slide over my body, each exploring me in a different ways: Many, if not all, grabbed my breasts; some pulled on the clamps that held tightly onto my nipples; another slid his hands all over my body and more than one squeezed my arse. None went to touch my pussy.

They all suddenly took a hold of a limb and lifted me to the table. I was forced to kneel on my hands and knees on top of the smooth wood and a large rod was inserted into my arse hole. They pushed the long pipe down as far as it would go before stepping back to take a look at their handy work. It suddenly began vibrating, and the waves shook through my entire body. It took all I had to stay still on the wooden table.

I realised it was a game when they started throwing rings at the pole sticking out of my arse. As if it wasn't degrading enough - having toss a ring played around a rod wedged firmly in your arse - the rings seemed to be electrified. Every time one skid past my body, for the men weren't that great a shot, I felt the static eradiating from it. It stood every hair on my body on edge. But when the ring made contact with the pipe it sent an intense electric current through my body. The first time someone got a ring, I nearly collapsed as the current in my arse was such a shock. One of the group walked around to me and pushed me back into my kneeling position.

They finally got bored of the game after an hour, by which time I had lost feeling in many parts of my body. Having strong electric currents applied through your arse hole is not good for the body. The rod was pulled vigorously from my arse and I sighed in relief when it was gone. It had been very uncomfortable. One of the men heard me though and dragged me off the table, by the chain connect the clips, shoving me on the floor.

With all of his might, he slapped me around the face and yelled. "A slut should enjoy everything that her masters to do her. You, whore, are very disrespectful towards your masters. Stand up. I said stand up now!"

He grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned my up against the wall. Out of nowhere, I suddenly had handcuffs around my wrists which attached me to the cold wall. Another man appeared carrying a variety of whips and lashes. The man who had pulled me up chose a whip with hundreds of tiny leather strips each tipped with a metal end. I squirmed against the wall as he studied it. "I hear this draws blood, slut. Such a shame that I can't use it. Jax would be ever so angry if I did. Although, if he knew what you did I am sure he would approve."

That having seemingly made up his mind, the fat man drew the whip into the air and slashed it down across my front. I screamed out as it made contact with my skin. It left hundreds of little trail lines down my chest, each one burning like fire.

"That should be enough of that one," he said, before picking up a smaller whip and bringing that down upon my broken skin. I screamed out once again, even louder this time, which only seemed to encourage him more. For the final time, he brought the whip down against my skin and it caused tears to streak down my face after a massive cry escaped my lips.

The fat man was grinning, as if causing a slut pain was an enormous achievement. The other men had all taken seats around the table to watch him whip me and one, a much thinner man with short dark hair, rolled over a tub of cream.

He squeezed the tube so some of the cream was on his hands and, after rubbing his hands together evilly, he began to rub it all over my chest. I screamed through the entire ordeal as the cream stung every time it touched a whip mark. The fat man said something about keeping them uninfected but I struggled to hear him over my cries. He then began to rub the cream into my stomach and thighs until he had worked his way down to my feet.

The substance was much like the cream my 'masters' had used on me earlier; the one that enhances every touch, no matter how small. The fat man sat down, and another took his place in front of the group. He had a glass vibrator and traced it down my legs. The movement would have been torturous anyway, without the aid of the cream to enhance his touch, but after the pain I had just suffered the gentle touch was appreciated by my body.

However, this ended quickly. He rub the vibrator up and down over my clit and labia, making sure I felt every single vibration. Leaning his face at the bottom of my stomach, so his tongue had perfect access to my clit, he scratched his sharp stubble across my skin. I kept screaming the entire was through, although the men seemed to think it was from pleasure. He suddenly shoved the huge vibrator into my pussy, without warning, and stood up.

Grabbing my tits, he took one nipple in his mouth and bit down over the clamp that already held it. He withdrew and turned to the group. "Men, I think this clips are far too kind for this slut. She can't even feel their effect since my bite made an impression. Who has anything better?"

The men searched through the drawers that surrounded the room. One found a full body harness that they agreed would be fun. It had small leather bonds that pinched around my tits, bringing them together and holding them out painfully. These were attached to another set of bonds that gripped around my thighs and held my pussy open. These bonds were clipped to the wall so I was forced to lean forward, my mouth open and pussy wide, for them to play.

My tits were already being squeezed ferociously by the leather bond around each, but this was not enough for these men. They found a pair of small metal clips, far stronger than the ones I had previously had on my nipples, that were clipped onto my body and provided such a tight grip that I let out another scream. One of the group came up to me and dug his nails into my boobs, which left deep marks in my skin. The nipple clamps were so tight that I was beginning to see stars in my vision.

Who knew that relief would come in the form of a middle aged man with dirty blonde hair (or at least I assume that is what he looked like - my vision wasn't all that clear at the time). He had pushed his way through the rest of the group, taken one look at me and the pity on his face was obvious even to me in this horrible state. He leant forward and took my nipple in his mouth. For a dreadful moment I thought he was going to bite down on it, as his teeth were grazing over it hungrily, but he fiddled with the clip as inconspicuously as he could manage and attempted to loosen its tight grasp on my tits. His teeth wiggled the clip around, loosening it and I let out a sigh of relief as the pain began to diminish. He did the same to my other tit and my eye sight slowly began to return. I lifted my head to his when he withdrew from my chest and in the split second of eye contact tried to convey my thanks. He shook his head, in a near unnoticeable action, as he placed his hands around my hips. Clearly helping me only went so far. Lust had taken control over him and I was no longer a girl in need of help; I was just something to play with.

He dived forward and kissed me hard and hungrily, his hand snaking down to my pussy. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, between my legs I felt the warmth of his hand hovering over my exposed pussy. One of his fingers began flicking up and down between my folds, and the other hand slid up along my back and grabbed my long hair, pulling it down and jerking my head upwards. As his finger brushed my pussy faster and faster I knew my body was getting turned on by the movement, but this time my brain was desperate to escape. Still kissing me, I bit down viciously on the man's lip tasting his blood in my mouth as he pulled away from me - his fingers moving away from me too.

My smug look must have annoyed the other men, as one turned around and picked up a large paddle with holes in it. I looked up at the men and begged, "Please no, I am sorry! I didn't mean to bite him." Of course, I had meant to but they didn't need to know that. "Please forgive me. Forgive... forgive a lowly slut. She only got excited about her masters hands by her pussy."

I inwardly cringed as I spoke, not meaning a single word. I just did not want to make this any more painful or humiliating than it had to be.  "Let your whore... Let your slave make it up to you." I thought I would be sick if I spoke anymore so I just stared at them in silence, pleading desperately with my eyes. I almost cheered for joy when they set the paddle back down on the table.

The man whom I had bitten walked back up to me, and slapped me around the face. I was certain that tomorrow my entire face would be black and blue thinking about how many times I had been slapped today. I decided that playing the role would save me a lot of pain so, attempting not to roll my eyes at the stupidity of my words, I mumbled as sexily as I could muster, "Thank you master for teaching your slut a lesson. How can she ever repay you for your forgiveness?"

He turned to face the group and without any spoken word being exchanged they moved towards me and untied me from the wall, pushing me to the ground. I was kicked into the doggy position and before I knew quite what was happening there was a man, who seemed to weigh a tonne, sitting on my back. Another stood in front of me and stripped his bottom half right in my face. His dick was already hard and hanging waiting for me to surround it with my mouth. I did what he wanted and, as he began fucking my face with an unnecessary amount of force, another man inserted his dick into my ass hole. The men quickly found a rhythm between themselves; as the dick in my mouth was withdrawn, the one in my arse pounded deep inside me. The man on top of me jumped up and down me, making it even harder to not fall over.

The man that belonged to the cock in my mouth began to get more aggressive with me, grabbing my hair and pulling my face upwards so when he thrust in me his cock his the back of my throat, so I began sucking harder, grazing my teeth over his hard dick and bobbing my head in time with his strokes. I tried to buckle my behind in time to the man with his cock in my arse but found that it was way too dangerous if I didn't want to end up in a heap on the floor. Without warning, both men shot their loads into both holes almost simultaneously. As soon as the cock left my mouth I spat out the come, no longer desiring to swallow it. The man on top of me reached over to the table, picked up something and leant backwards. I knew what it was before I felt its sting.

Smashing down on my arse, the paddle caused me to scream out in pain. It was made of a hard wood that was unforgiving. Its sting was brutal. He slapped my cheeks, alternating and I counted out the number of spanks until we reached twenty. I was in so much pain that my legs collapsed underneath me and I fell to the floor in a heap.

Hands rolled me over, taking many unnecessary detours on the way, and I was lifted up onto the table once more. Thankfully, it was a skinny man that took the seat on my chest, as it meant that I could still breathe - although this was still difficult. He shifted so his weight was on my stomach and he began to fuck my tits. His dick slid easily between my boobs and, as he continued to rub his big cock on my chest, his hands squeezed my tits and pulled on the clamps that still caused me huge pain - which I could feel over everything else that I was experiencing.

Whilst he continued to do whatever it was he was doing on my chest, I felt a dick teasing my pussy, although I could not see who it belong to. It felt huge in my tight pussy, and he was not gentle when he thrusted in me. Having come within minutes, he seemed disappointed that his fuck hadn't lasted longer so he shoved the man off of my chest, rolled me over and walked over my back (his shoes digging into my skin) and knelt down in front of me. I sucked his dick as I had everyone else's, no longer wanting to have any cock - no matter how big - in my mouth.

For the rest of the night, I went through the motions of being fucked by all of the men in every single one of my holes and most of the time I had three dicks inside of me. They played with my clit, rubbing it, biting it, and holding a vibrator over it, and every time I came they would suck me clean. I came so many times that night, despite my brain screaming for my body to ignore the pleasure it was feeling, that every man had at least one chance of eating me out. Whilst I might have been desperate not to acknowledge any pleasure, there was one man that was incredible good at licking my pussy.

He was gentle compared to the others. He started of simply running his tongue over my pussy, licking up all of my juices, the simple motion making them flow even more. He nibbled on my clit, changing his pressure and speed depending on how he wanted to torture me, and played with my labia with his tongue and teeth. He never bit down too hard, but made sure that he was hard enough to make me scream at least once. I could not contain myself when his tongue actually forced its way into my pussy - not that it was very tight now, after everything that I had had in it that night - and he began licking my insides. That was the only moment I admitted defeat and just enjoyed the pleasure. The rest of the night I spent wishing for the morning.

Much of the night after that was a blur. I was very tired, and the pain had dulled my senses. I woke up in the morning, now laying on the floor, with a man's cock still inside me. I felt like I was actually going to throw up. I wiggled away from his just as the door to the room slid open. Through the small gap I could see Jackson's face. He took one look at me and became very angry, angry on a scale I had never seen before. He stormed into the room - dressed very well if I could say (but admittedly I had been staring at fat sweaty guys for the last 9 hours) - and grabbed me by the arm. He pulled me up and pushed me out of the room before I could say anything at all. Taking what I assumed was one last, disgusted look at the men in the room, he disappeared inside for a minute and then returned back out for me.

Jackson put his long jacket around my shoulders and was surprised when I didn't shove it off. I had no energy to fight him anymore, plus I had no real desire to walk around naked now. He swooped me up in his arms and flung me over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. We were down the stairs within 5 minutes, before I was placed in the backseat of a car. I felt the car start up and begin to drive away but I was very out of it. Lying nearly face down on the back seat of the car, I felt my eyelids begin to droop. We had just driven around a corner when I heard an enormous explosion from behind us. Normally, I would have been very concerned but I just lay there staring at the back of Jackson's head until darkness surrounded me and dragged me willingly into a peaceful sleep.

 

 


© Copyright 2017 masterslittleslut. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Anonymous

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

Other Content by masterslittleslut

More Great Reading

Popular Tags