The Love of My Chains

[sinfulwords]

Chapter Four

“...Yes, Master,” I answered enthusiastically, my lips stretching into a salacious grin that matched Master’s own.

My heart swelled with happiness as I pushed myself to my feet, the thought of finally being used roaring through me like wildfire over dry brush. Excitement devoured my esteem as Master came to stand before me, the clamps idle in one of his hands while the other tucked a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. I knew he could sense my craving, my longing for him to violate every inch of my body. He knew all too well that it was his desire alone that made me feel cherished and alive and he willingly exploited that truth making my body sing, scream, or famish at his behest.

“Arch your back, now, Sadie, offer yourself to me properly,” Master scolded softly, his scrutiny bearing no heat as his fingers thoughtlessly fingered the clamps still clutched in his hand.

I immediately belly flopped from the cloud I'd been floating on. How could I make such a rudimentary mistake when Master was trying to prove a point?! “Yes, Master, I’m sorry,” I murmured regretfully, my spine instantly curving into a dramatic arch to offer my tits to Master to do with as he pleased.

“That’s my girl,” Master praised as he came to cup one of my breasts in a strong possessive grip, rolling the soft flesh in his hand. "But don't let it happen again.”

My entire body tensed with the pleasure of my master’s touch, my reply coming out in a wanton gasp, “I won’t Master, I promise.”

“Our guests demand convention tonight, Babydoll,” He went on, kneading such perfect pressure into my breast. “And they will be satiated!”

“Yes, Master,” I confirmed my voice quivering as Master’s thumb began in alluring circles around my nipple, enticing the excitable flesh to firm attention. “We’ll show them,” I proclaimed boldly.

The boyish yet all too devilish grin that cracked Master’s lips made my heart warm and my cunt ache. “Atta girl,” he praised simply as he brought the first clamp up to my nipple, unceremoniously opening the contraption and lining it up before letting it close over the rosebud of flesh without further word or warning.

I moaned my genuine approval as the shockwave of pain shot through my nervous system, bursting pleasure sweeping in its wake and making my body come alive. “Mmmmthank you Master,” I groaned shamelessly, nearly feral from the single clamp as the need in my pussy had already been agitated into swollen agony some time ago.

“You’re an excited little hole tonight, aren’t ya?” Master asked as he took to massaging my other breast, rough fingers pinching at my nipple and making my entire body tremble.

“Yes, Master, please!” I confirmed urgently, my voice shaking with need as he pulled my breast long by the skin of my nipple, farther and farther, until my usually-hanging-flesh was pulled taut and resembled a steep mountain with a sharp peak.

“Please, what?” Master heckled, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefingers in a tight pinch

“Please use my holes!” I begged through the pain of the pleasure being pinched into my nipples. “I’m so wet,” I testified truthfully, pausing to swallow hard with a roll of the lips. “I need to please your cock. Please. Fuck your pussy, Master. Let me make you cum.”

“Soon,” was his terse reply as he then lined up the second clamp and quickly closed it over the vulnerable skin of my other nipple. “First we gotta warm you up a little,” he explained through my low growl of pleasure that he silenced with a rough kiss. “Don’t want you to pull anything, now do we?” He inquired between forceful kisses. “So, what I want you to do is go stand in the middle of the room and do some jumping-jacks, for us,” Master commanded, swatting my ass to encourage me along. “Good strong ones so your tits bounce around, got it?”

“Yes, Master,” I said through the thread of humiliation that was now weaving its way down my spine. The notion in itself, everyone watching me do something as mundane yet inane as jumping-jacks, was quite unsettling, but to do so with my tits clamped, huffing and puffing, and all the while getting wetter and wetter? Well, my cheeks burned pink at the very thought.

“Oh, and Sadie,” Master said just as I was grounding my feet to begin. “No loin-cloth. Fuck-meat stays naked. Take it off.”

The pink in my cheeks instantly deepened into scarlet as Master dehumanized me so casually. I’d almost forgotten how addictive that sort of shame could be. It had been quite some time since Master had used me in front of an audience and the thrill of being watched consumed me. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me and it was like an extra layer of frosting on an already decadent cake.

“Yes, Master,” I answered in a meek voice that trembled in a cadence of humiliation, the throbbing inside my cunt increasing threefold as I unhooked the latch on the side of my loin-cloth and let it fall.

And as the thin fabric collected around my feet in an obsidian pool, my cunt was exposed to everyone in the room. As I’ve already stated, this in itself was a rare sight because Master seldom showed my cunt to other people, especially other men. He was very possessive over me. Of course, as Master’s best friends, Mr. Hollow and Master Patsy had seen me naked on a few occasions, but neither of them could ever boast having seen me naked more than three or four times. And I’m sure it goes without saying, but neither of them could ever boast having touched me intimately either. Not even once.

As for the appearance of my cunt, my labia were an attractive affair, the inner flesh tucked neatly inside the outer without too much over hanging meat. Master liked to keep my lips shaved. He liked to taste my pussy and so he kept my slit bare for his own convenience—but he was also an animalistic sort of man, so, he liked some evidence of fertility, of maturity. He liked some hair. And so he shaped a triangle of dark-blond hair on my pubis, a handsome upside down pyramid that pointed directly to my apex.

“Alright then, Babydoll,” Master commanded with an instigating whistle, clapping his hands twice. “Jumping-Jacks, let’s go!”

I began jumping at once, instantly disoriented by the sweet pinch that tightened around my nipples with every jolt of my bouncing breasts. The clamps worked their equisite torture at an unrelenting pace, quickly driving me to the very verge of madness as the bountiful cornucopia of sensations took me by storm. Shame and exhilaration exploded inside my core, my self esteem along with it as I moaned my intensity, long and loud like a proper whore. I didn’t care how pathetic I looked or sounded. I couldn’t care. All I could do was feel. Feel the delicious agony pinching my nipples with every self-deprecating jump, feel the eyes watching me, feel my pussy slickening.

Mr. Hollow laughed, his eyes glowing with merriment as he watched me humiliate myself, jumping around like a fool for everyone’s amusement. “Look at those little titties bounce,” he jeered.

“She looks ridiculous,” Master Patsy observed, the grin smearing his face so incredibly smug one might’ve thought he’d been in competition with me and had finally earned himself a hard-won victory. “Aren’t you ridiculous?” He asked of me, his tone slimy and crude as raw oil.

I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Master Patsy,” I agreed.

“Say it,” he growled somberly. “Say: I’m a ridiculous, pathetic, shameless little fuck-slave.”

“Say it, Sadie,” Master followed up, leaving no room for any confusion of refusal on my part. “Tell him exactly what you are.”

At this point I was becoming mildly winded from the jumping-jacks, so my words came out weak and breathless, a fact that only amplified the pitiful image of my current state. “I’m a ridiculous—pathetic—shameless little fuck-slave,” I recited perfectly through slightly labored breath and whimpering moans.

“Louder,” Master Patsy growled.

“I’m a—ridiculous, pathetic—shameless little—fuck-slave!”

“Again!”

“I’m—a ridiculous—pathetic—shameless—little fuck-slave!”

“That’s right,” Master-Patsy growled darkly, nearly villainous in his seething calm as he reached for a large dildo that was resting at arms-length away on the dining table. “Just a slutty little pig like all the rest of em’,” he carried on, pushing himself to his feet and taking predatory steps in my direction, the large dildo clutched in his fist.

“Paaaatsyyy,” Master warned, his posture relaxed yet his expression bore a certain promise of danger.

“Oh, calm down, I ain’t gonna touch a hair on her pretty little head,” Patsy grumbled, sensing his friend’s exact concern with an abundance of visible irritation.

Master rolled his lips, the ghost of a threat still haunting his eyes but he didn’t speak nor intervene. He remained still and watchful as Master Patsy closed the space between him and myself, his long legs carrying him in a confident stride until he finally approached, bringing the head of the dildo up to my lips.

“Open,” he commanded simply, his eyes glittering with the intoxication of his own authority.

And as I carried on in my jumping-jacks, panting and breathless, tits bouncing around like bucking donkeys, I locked my gaze with Master Patsy’s and I obeyed. I submissively opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, moaning like the needy whore I was born to be.

I could only imagine what I would look like, doing these ridiculous jumping-jacks with a dildo shoved in my mouth. The thought alone made every cell in my body burn with shame. And because Master Patsy was right, and I really was just a ‘slutty little fuck pig like all the rest of em’, the humiliation I felt sent another damp pulse of electricity to arch between my thighs

“That’s right,” Master Patsy purred, his arrogant smirk widening into a smarmy grin as he carelessly shoved the dildo into my mouth and began fucking my lips with it. This crude trespass only lasted for a brief moment, however, because after only about four or five pumps he abruptly pushed the dildo further down my throat and let go.

“Hold on to that for me for a minute would ya, Babydoll?” He asked in a snide mockery, adding a facetious wink before he turned around to face the others, making it quite clear that I should now consider myself completely ignored. “Let’s get this party started then, huh?” He asked bringing his hands together in a single clap before rubbing his palms together. He then pointed at The Blonde Slave. “Wanna share the blondie, Jax?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” answered Jax from where he was still standing beside The Blonde Slave, his arm that had been draped over her shoulder now wrapped around her waist, his fingers clutching the soft flesh of her rounded hip.

“Good,” Master-Patsy replied monotonously as he walked up to The Blonde Slave in a terrible menace, cruel intentions manifest as he snarled and drew back his hand to hit one of her breasts with all his might.

…Somehow I just knew he was picturing me in her place…

The girl screamed, high-pitched and guttural as the force of the blow had sent one of the clothespins clamped to her nipples flying across the room, but the poor creature barely had time to react before Master Patsy was grabbing her freed nipple and pinching it in a cruel twist.

“Go get your clothespin,” he simmered dangerously, punitively, as if the girl had taken the clamp off herself and thrown it across the room. “Go on, then, crawl!” He barked, using the girl’s nipple to pull her toward the floor. “Go get it you fucking pig!”

“Yes, Master,” the girl whimpered, shakily pushing herself up on her hands and knees before trying to shuffle forward.

“C’mon, go get it!” Master Patsy heckled, using his foot to apply harsh pressure on her spine to send her back to the floor. “C’mon, get up! Go! Go get it! Move!” He hassled, barely letting the girl crawl only a couple more inches before pushing her back to the floor again…

…Meanwhile, I was still doing jumping-jacks with the dildo shoved in my mouth, the balls bouncing in my face and drool seeping down my chin and onto my flailing tits. The sloppy wetness above now mirrored the bastion of wetness below. My clamped nipples were still screaming their siren songs of pain and pleasure as each rebound of my breasts sent another delightful stab of heat through my trembling core. And as I relished in all that sensation, in my utter indignity, I watched the scene before me continue to unfold….

While Master Patsy was shouting at The Blonde Slave, grabbing her by the collar and forcing her to pick-up the clothespin with her teeth, Mr. Hollow had taken The Red Slave over to the foot of the bed and had lain her down on her back.

“Here we go, now, baby,” he cooed, taking his large cock in his hand, his eyes like menacing tunnels as he guided himself to her waiting slit. “That’s what you need ain’t it?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” trembled The Red Slave through a sharp gasp, her small opening barely large enough to accommodate the tip of Mr. Hollow’s massive shaft, but somehow, she opened up wide enough for the man to feed her a quarter of his entire length in one aggressive thrust.

The Red Slave cried out, her back arching off the bed as her hands that were stretched above her head fisted the blanket. Her expression pinched with agony, her entire body seizing with intensity but Mr, Hollow showed no mercy as he took her ankles in hand and tore her thighs apart even farther, cruelly feeding her another two inches of his colossal manhood.

“Oh, fuck me, she is tight!” Mr. Hollow declared as he began to thrust half his length in a smooth rhythm.

“She ain’t tight, you’re just hung like a fuckin’ horse,” Jax laughed in reply. “I’m sure every cunt is tight to you!”

“True,” Mr. Hollow grinned proudly, brows furrowed with pleasure as he breeched the young slave, pushing himself all the way in, slowly, until his balls caressed her sopping cunt…

…My attention then wandered over to Master who I found already staring at me, his cock in his hand and flames in his eyes. He was running long smooth strokes over his hardness, his lust almost palpable, profound, and written all over his face. God, I loved watching him pleasure himself. The firm flex of the muscles in his forearm as he stroked up and down, the way his cock throbbed and twitched in his grasp, the mixture of hunger and violence that radiated all around him as he tugged himself to completion.

His eyes flared as he noticed me notice him and he rolled his lips knowingly, as if he could sense the shame and arousal swirling as one inside me. And he liked it. I could plainly see how much he enjoyed seeing me like this, with my tits clamped and flailing all around, the balls of the dildo obscenely protruding past my lips and bouncing chaotically, drool running down my chin, my bare cunt on display. It was a stark reminder that no matter how much kindness he showed me I was still just a slave. His slave. I was a set of holes to be fucked. And in that moment I relished in that purpose.

“That’s enough exercise, Babydoll,” Master ordered as he walked up to me, only stopping when his body was within an inch of my own, his erection smearing my belly with precum. “You can keep this in your mouth, though” he chuckled lightly as he grabbed the dildo’s end and jostled it lightly from side to side.

And as I stood before him, panting through my nose, drool seeping from around the dildo in my mouth, Master reached between my legs with two fingers and he brushed over the overly-damp lips of my cunt, playing with the moist flesh like his own personal toy.

I froze, speared by such divine ecstasy that was released in a long low moan, my knees buckling ever so slightly. Finally! I’d been dying for any kind of touch for hours. I nearly fainted from the sheer relief of it. My body began to heat even further as those bold tendrils of pleasure began marching through my nervous system like a specialized battalion, gunning down my resolve and agitating the pools of lust that had been raging in my lower belly for far too long.

“Good girl,” Master purred approvingly, watching me disintegrate beneath his superficial touch.

“Fuck, Master, thank you,” I moaned around the dildo, the words unintelligible to anyone but myself as my hips began bucking to try and increase the friction against Master’s fingers, maneuvering my hips to try and force his touch against my aching clit.

“You wanna cum don’t you, pet?” Master asked knowingly, his amusement and approval shining through his expression like a lone flame bursting through the dark of midnight.

I nodded frantically as the man I loved uttered the pinnacle of my hearts desire. “Please, Master!” I nearly shrieked around the dildo in my mouth, again, the words completely unintelligible to anyone but me.

Master only smiled, a duplicitous smirk as his fingers that were brushing over my wet lips angled up to rub my clit—and then my world exploded in neon colors. The moan that departed my lips was frantic and high-pitched, the higher dose of pleasure like a lethal round straight to the head. I began riding Master’s hand, meeting each flick of his wrist with eager determination, the lines of drool dangling from my chin swaying like spanish moss blowing in a healthy breeze.

“Please, Master, let my slutty hole cum!” I pleaded unintelligibly around the dildo, but of course, nobody could hear anything but muffled nonsense.

“Hey, Patsy?” Master hollered, his eyes never leaving mine as he rubbed me faster, forcing me to moan even louder in celebration of my own demise.

“What?” Master Patsy asked breathlessly from the bed where he was fucking the Blonde Slave’s ass…

…Jax and Master Patsy had also taken their slave to the bed, occupying the opposite side from Mr. Hollow and The Red Slave. Jax was lying prone on the edge of the bed with his knees bent over the side, his feet flat to the floor. The Blonde Slave had been made to face Jax and straddle his lap, taking his cock deep inside her cunt. She was then leaned forward and made to lie against him until their torsos were flush and her cheek was resting on his chest in an almost tender display of affection. But that deranged picture of intimacy was ultimately violated as Master Patsy had lined himself up behind and was taking the girl’s ass rough and hard. The Slave moaned in time with both cocks thrusting deep inside her, her expression half-crazed from the magnitude of pleasure being fucked into her tight little holes…

“...Think I should let Sadie’s slutty little hole cum?” Master asked, his gaze never leaving mine as he rubbed me faster still.

“Oh, fuck no!” Master Patsy exclaimed with a derisive bark of laughter. “I’d edge her for the rest of her Goddamn life if she were mine.”

“Fair enough” Master grinned, his eyes still on me yet he spoke to Mr. Hollow next. “Hey, D?”

“What’s that, T?” Mr. Hollow asked…

…At this point Mr. Hollow had completely hollowed The Red Slave out and his entire nine inch cock was pounding her pussy without even a hint of resistance. He had her ankles in his hands, forcing her knees up toward her shoulders so he could sink into her as deeply as possibly. He’d also commanded her to look up at him with her mouth open, tongue out, so all the whorish sounds she was making were amplified, the loud bursts of desperation like nasally sirens blaring through the cabin.

Master’s fingers at my clit intensified as he then asked Mr. Hollow. “Think I should let Sadie, cum?”

“No, Sir!” Mr. Hollow laughed, readjusting his weight so he could rub The Red Slave’s clit, mirroring the torture Master was enacting on me. “I say we let all these bitches squirm, tonight.”

Master laughed, pushing into my enflamed clit even harder, his wrist whipping a mile a minute. “Not a bad idea, Darrius,” he replied his cock twitching between us as I let out a particularly wanton moan. “Jax?” he then inquired, almost like the boy had been an after thought. “Think I should I let Sadie’s greedy little pussy cum?”

“Maybe if she does a few more jumping-jacks first,” Jax answered with a breathless chuckle, never pausing in ramming himself in and out of The Blonde Slave’s dripping cunt.

“Welp, sorry, Babydoll, the votes are in, nobody thinks you deserve to cum.”

I groaned around the dildo in my mouth, a fresh spurt of drool seeping from the corners of my mouth and dribbling even more frothy wetness onto my clamped tits. I looked up at my master, barely seeing him through the haze of my arousal, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, crossing and uncrossing in the whimsy of passing seconds. I needed to cum so badly! Every molecule in my body was demanding release—a release I was unable to achieve without my master’s permission. It was physically impossible for me. Through years of harsh discipline Master had successfully trained my body to cum on his command alone, devoid his permission I’ll endlessly skate the brink of orgasm, suffering indefinitely, unable to achieve salvation without his holy sanction.

“Aw, is that upsetting, sweetie?” Master patronized, rapid fingers still abusing my clit, toying with my flesh like a cat would a mouse.

I nodded piteously with a pathetic sob, the dildo in my mouth wobbling obscenely as if to emphasize the indignity of my entire affair.

“I know,” Master empathized, his tone lofty in an over-indulgent upswing.

Master’s mischief between my legs finally came to an end as he casually stopped rubbing my pulsing clit and brought his soiled fingers up to my breasts where he began to wipe the slick around my clamped nipples and across the skin of my chest.

“Let’s see if we can get your mind off it, then, hm?” He asked as his grip found purchase on the back of my collar to move me about and face the dining table.

“Bend over now, Sadie, palms flat to the table—that’s right, good. Spread your legs—wider—good fucking girl. Now, arch your back—yes. Fuck you look so fuckin’ good!”

Just being in such a vulnerable position made my already hot blood boil over. I was bent over, elbows locked, palms flush to the table, legs spread and back arched. My posture conveyed one simple yet obscene message: I was a set of holes ready to be used. My body roared in celebration of this subjugation and all the vexing shame that came along with it. I was Tyler Robert’s dripping little fuck-hole, I was his whore, and I was proud…

[VictimEyes]

I like that you weren't scared to write that she loves him (or at least she believes that she does). As bold a move in literature as it is in life.

I guess nothing says 'this woman is mine' more strongly than his dildo (his symbolic penis) in her mouth !!! -I like that he is so protective of her.

Some men put diamond rings on the fingers of the women they love (or at least believe that they do). Master Roberts puts clamps on their nipples and dildos in their mouths !!!!!

...........mmmmmm...............Thank you, master.......................

[sinfulwords]

@VictimEyes

Heehee yes she’s suffering from a certain form of Stockholm Syndrome they share a toxic form of love.

Thanks again for reading and telling me some of your impressions! I appreciate your engagement ^.^

[Claire]

Probably not the intended effect, but the new chapter mostly made me feel sad on Sadie's behalf. She is so thoroughly brainwashed, it's just tragic to me.

The part of me that enjoys storytelling still hopes that some form of conflict or change will happen before the end of the story, but it might be too late for that already.

Another good chapter overall. I like if sex/rape scenes don't just depict sex in the strictest sense but include unusual elements like the jumping jacks here. Sadie's stamina seems impressive. If she had to compete in a long distance run against these men, I'd bet on her.

Two chapters left (not counting the epilogue). Will Sadie be allowed to come or be denied until the very end?

[sinfulwords]

Hey thanks for reading and reviewing again. I appreciate the engagement. ^.^

I think feeling bad for Sadie is well within the cards. I can’t blame anyone for feeling that way tbh. She IS thoroughly brainwashed.

Well the story teller in u might yet be surprised I’m a big fan of the phrase: good things come to those who wait

I’m glad u enjoyed the jumping jacks

And the question of Sadie getting to reach nirvana only time will tell lmao

[Lucius]

Sexy Sadie, what have they done to you? That was a hot chapter, I've loved the jumping-jacks!

And more importantly, what are they going to do right now?

[sinfulwords]

Sexy Sadie, what have they done to you? That was a hot chapter, I've loved the jumping-jacks!

And more importantly, what are they going to do right now?

Thanks for reading the next chapter and leaving me a little snippet of your thoughts ^.^

Sexy Sadie, I like that!…. and they’ve objectified and humiliated her gratuitously

Glad u enjoyed the jumping jacks

[Claire]

@sinfulwords Got a quick question for you. Did you already finish the story and are you just publishing it now one chapter at a time every few days? Or do you write one chapter and then post it immediately? Just curious.

[sinfulwords]

@sinfulwords Got a quick question for you. Did you already finish the story and are you just publishing it now one chapter at a time every few days? Or do you write one chapter and then post it immediately? Just curious.

I always finish stories before posting them for example I’m almost done with the first draft of my next one rn

[sinfulwords]

chapter 5

…The new position I occupied put me at a very good vantage point to view the goings-on of our humble guests. Mr. Hollow had since removed The Red Slave’s plug from her ass and his ginormous cock from her pussy, the little slave’s clit now so inflamed it had nearly doubled it’s original size. Mr. Hollow’s thumb was pressed to that juicy nubbin, rubbing it firmly as he worked his cock into her ass, already thrusting about half his length in and out. I could see The Slave’s eyes rolling to the back of her head, her legs trembling in the air as Mr. Hollow worked her ass open, deep and hard, the ferocious trespass of his massive cock making her screech like a lamb meant for slaughter.

“How do you like my cock in your ass, Baby?” Mr. Hollow asked of The Red Slave as he jostled her clit, thrusting deep and hard into her puckered hole.

“I—I love it, Sir!” She shouted breathlessly, peppering her lewd declaration with an abundance of moaning and pleasurable grunts. “Thank you for—for fucking my worthless holes.”

“Pleasures all mine, ya silly little ass-whore,” he grinned nefariously…

…Master Patsy and Jax had also shifted as each man had wanted to try The Blonde Slave’s other hole. They’d maintained their positions, however, Jax still lying on the bed with his knees bent over the edge, his feet flat to the floor, while Master Patsy was still facing the bed. Only now, The Blonde Slave was straddling Jax reverse cowgirl. She was partially leaning back, stabilizing herself with her hands on either side of Jax’s thighs, palms pressed flat to the mattress. In this position she took his cock in her ass nice and deep. Her legs were spread wide open on his lap, cunt swollen and ready to receive her master, but he wasn’t fucking her yet. Instead, he was spanking her cunt and inner thighs with an open palm, each smack like a damp splash of water bursting through the room.

“Oh, God her ass feels so fucking good,” Jax groaned, his grip on The Blonde Slave’s hips tightening as he controlled the pace she slid up and down his shaft. “It’s like fucking a couple of satin pillows, or something, I swear!”

Master Patsy never stopped swatting the girls clit, lips, and thighs, repeatedly spanking his property as he spoke. “Yeah, well, that’s because I opened her up already.” *Swat; Smack* “Her useless ass was gripping my cock so tight, bitch almost cut off the circulation to my balls.” *Smack; Thwack* He then turned his attention to his slave. “Isn’t that right? Weren’t you so useless, strangling my cock half to death like you wanted it to fall off?” *Swat; Smack*

“I’m sorry, Master,” gasped The Slave, moaning her contrition as Master Patsy abruptly stopped hitting her cunt in lieu of rubbing her clit fast and hard. “Master, please, c-can I cum!” she wailed desperately.

“Greedy whore,” Master Patsy growled, deranged amusement twisting all his features in a nefarious delight as he rubbed the girl’s clit even faster still.

“Please, Master! I’m begging you! Please, please, please let me cum!” She pleaded, every muscle in her body visibly tensing with the extreme effort it took to stop herself from toppling over the precipice of climax.

“I said, no!” Master Patsy snapped as he immediately went back to hitting the girl’s cunt, each strike ringing out clear and crisp on her swollen clit and soaking labia. “What is it with you stupid fuck-pigs!? All you ever think about are your greedy fucking holes. No means no you slutty fucking cunt. Now, say it: when Master says ‘no’ he means no!”

“When Master says ‘no’ he means no!” The Slave echoed obediently through clenched teeth, her words devolving into a series of solemn yelps that matched every stroke of Master Patsy’s cruel attention between her thighs.

“Keep saying it until I tell you to stop!” Master Patsy commanded, never relenting in his brutal assault on her now very-crimson-pussy.

The Blonde Slave, of course, obeyed and began chanting her mantra, the words of her Master mixing in with all the shrieks of pain and moans of immaculate pleasure...

…And as all that deliciousness transpired before me, every morsel had gone straight to my cunt. My poor little pussy had been throbbing for so long, and now, it was pulsating with all the intensity that my eyes were currently taking in. My arousal was so severe I was almost certain I could cum by catching imaginary friction on the air. So, it was the beginning of my own beautiful end as Master approached me from behind, his coarse fingertips running along the soft flesh of my outer thighs. His bare erection pressed into the plush of my ass as he leaned over my body, spooning my back but never bearing any weight. His lips then brushed over the nape of my neck, his light kiss sending a pleasant chill down my spine and goosebumps across my skin. And as his tender affection trailed across my shoulders, Master reached around to grasp the base of the dildo that was still wedged between my lips to pull it free.

I gasped as my mouth was suddenly made so empty, the unencumbered breath that filled my lungs so satisfying I was momentarily stunned by the sheer relief of it, but Master gave me little time to appreciate catching my breath as I felt him line the dildo up with my exposed asshole and prod the opening with a gentle nudge.

“Beg me to fuck it,” Master ordered as the blunt tip of the dildo pushed past my sphincter, my ass so lubricated by the run off slick from my pussy that half of it slid right inside as smoothly as warm butter gliding down a glass incline.

“Please, Master, fuck my ass!” I begged in a deep moan. “Oh, God, please, thank you, Master! Please fuck my ass!” I cried as Master began thrusting the dildo in and out, nice and slow, drawing it all the way out to the tip before pushing it all the way back in to the balls.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you, fuck-meat?” He asked, flicking his wrist at the perfect speed, the perfect pressure, the perfect angle to create the perfect recipe to drive me insane.

I nodded with a choked moan. “Yes, Master,” I trembled, the heat in my belly tightening into an incandescent spring of pure fire. “Can I—can I cum, now, Master? Please!?” The spring in my belly tightened further. “Please! My slutty little—” My voice trailed off in a disoriented stupor and I swallowed hard. “It feels so good in my ass,” I concluded in a weak murmur. “Please.”

“Shhhh, Babydoll, I know,” Master cooed, still fucking my ass with the dildo so steady and firm. “But listen to me very carefully: you won’t be cumming tonight. Tonight, you’ll be a good little set of holes and take everything I give you without taking anything for yourself. No orgasms. Not even an itty bitty one. I’m gonna use you like the fucking cum dump you are, understand?”

My heart caved in, any hope of release falling like tumbling boulders and burying my spirits among the rubble. “Yes, Master,” I whimpered through my egregious disappointment, my eyes nearly crossing as Master then began pushing the dildo inside me faster, harder. “Oh, fuck, thank you! Thank you for fucking my ass,” I sang desperately despite my stinging dejection.

“That’s my perfect girl,” Master purred, leaning forward and kissing my shoulder blade in a single chaste peck.

I resisted the waves of pleasure that were swelling up inside me, but, unfortunately, that resistance only fueled the spark of my lust into a raging fire. My entire body burned with arousal, all thought and feeling overrun by overwhelming sensation. The only thing I could focus on was the friction sliding deep inside my ass and Masters hot grip scorching my skin.

Master taunted my hole like that for a while, ramming the dildo deep inside my ass at various pressures and speeds. There were intervals where Master rammed the dildo inside me fast and hard, his fist meeting my ass cheeks with every rapid stroke. Then there were other intervals where he’d slide the dildo inside me slow and deliberate, the entire length massaging me so perfectly, until I was pushed to the very brink of orgasm with nearly every thrust. And as I endured this outstanding torture at the hands of my master I looked out on the room to observe our guests once more…

…Mr. Hollow was now balls deep in The Red Slave’s ass, feeding her his raging manhood in smooth controlled thrusts. Her greedy ass swallowed him whole, taking his nine inch length without even a modicum of resistance, her clamped tits bouncing in perfect tandem with every roll of Mr. Hollow’s unrelenting hips—but that wasn’t why The Red Slave was crying out so loudly. Her yelps of pleasure rebounded off the walls like ringing cathedral bells for as Mr. Hollow took her ass, he had also shoved an entire hand into her pussy, all the way to the wrist. He was fisting her cunt, punching her insides just as violently as he was fucking her guts. Wet echoes squelched in time with his prodding fist, her pussy lips stretched obscenely wide and leaking utter indignity.

“That’s right you nasty little bitch, you like your holes stretched nice and wide, don’t ya?” Mr. Hollow hissed down at The Red Slave, his panting lips breaking out into a malevolent grin. “You love being my little rubberband slut.”

“Y’sirm,” babbled The Red Slave, her face delirious and shiny with sweat.

The Red Slave seemed incapable of forming proper words through the chaos of her lust, instead wailing in loud distressed bursts; sometimes slurring an ‘oh my god’ or ‘fuck’ in between all the gasps and moans. Her mouth was dangling open as she was breathing quite heavy, her tongue hanging out, her eyes fogged over in a certain haze that developed whenever pain and pleasure came together much too intensely for far too long. It was a state of mind I knew all too well. She was lost to the cock inside her, made delirious by the pleasure of being used. All manner of personhood had been fucked out of her, pounded out like raw meat until there was nothing left but the hot throbbing flesh thrusting deep inside her ass and the solid fist punching inside her pussy.

“Hey!” Master Patsy interjected from where he was now fucking The Blonde Slave’s cunt, easily leaning forward to tap The Red Salve on the forehead with a dull whack. “Don’t be an ungrateful little pig. Thank Darrius for the fine fucking he’s giving you!”

“M’sorry, Masser,” slurred The Red Slave. “Th’k ya fer fuck’n me,” she babbled to Mr. Hollow, through desperate gasps and moans. “Th’k y’sir fer use’n m’holes s-s-so good!”

“That’s a good bitch,” Mr. Hollow praised. “Keep babbling’ like that now, and spread those legs properly, honey…”

…Meanwhile Jax and Master Patsy were enjoying the use of their slave without limit or restraint. Jax was still bucking into the girls ass, suppressing strangled moans with a face as ruby as the Red Slave’s hair. It was obvious he was trying to resist climax. Probably because of some kind of self-imposed male-driven ego-trip that demanded he ‘last’ as long as the other men in the room. Despite his efforts, however, his thrusts had grown shallow and chaotic, his groans of pleasure devolving into arduous whimpers as he fought his body’s heightening need for release.

Master Patsy didn’t seem to notice Jax’s distress—or more likely, knowing Master Patsy, he absolutely did notice but he liked the idea of making just one more person squirm beneath him. If anyone had the authority to give Jax respite by making The Blonde Slave move or switch positions, it was Master Patsy. So, it was my humble opinion that Master Patsy was consciously ignoring Jax if only to prolong the boy’s discomfort. In addition to his noteworthy indifference toward Jax, Master Patsy seemed to be enjoying himself. He was ramming his decent-sized-cock into The Blonde Slave’s pussy at a leisurely pace, long smooth strokes that forced her to feel every inch of him.

It was then that Master Patsy leaned forward, lowering his mouth to hover right over his slave’s lips. “Open,” he hissed, a menacing hand coming to bracket her jaw in a possessive grip.

The Blonde Slave obeyed with shimmering eyes, the blue irises ablaze with desire as her already-open-mouth unhinged even wider and her tongue darted out to reach long toward the end of her chin.

Master Patsy snorted. “Pathetic cunt,” he smirked before hocking a juicy loogie and spitting it directly into the girl’s wide-open mouth. “Just keep your slut mouth open,” he commanded as he resumed his full height, narrow hips beginning to fuck the slave’s pussy a bit harder, a bit faster before turning his attention down to Jax.

“How you doin’ down there, Jax?” Master Patsy asked, his tone suggesting he already knew the answer before Jax even uttered a single word.

“Man! I feel like I’m about to bust any second down here,” he managed through clenched teeth. “Her ass is so fuckin’ tight!”

“Well, her cunt’s a big sloppy mess,” Master Patsy scorned, hocking another generous loogie and spitting it down on the slave’s cunt. “Aren’t you a pathetic sloppy mess?” He asked of The Slave as he lowered his fingers to rub the white viscosity into her swollen clit.

The Blonde Slave nodded deliriously, her mouth actually breaking out in a happy little smile with her tongue still hanging out like a dog. She looked genuinely thrilled. Thrilled to have her holes filled, thrilled to be serving two cocks at once, thrilled to be degraded so thoroughly by her natural superiors.

“Swallow,” Master Patsy ordered of the spit in her mouth while still rubbing his saliva into her clit, his long cock still sliding in and out of her soaking cunt while Jax continued to spastically fuck her ass.

The Slave obeyed in a hurry, moaning in time with the two cocks pulverising her holes. "Please let me cum, Master! Please let my slutty little hole cum, oh, my God, please, please, please let me cum!” She wailed into the voids of apathy known at Master Patsy’s ears.

“Fuckin’ whore,” Master-Patsy chided with a disparaging grin, his streak of apathy otherwise untarnished as his fingers at The Slave’s clit picked up both pressure and speed, his cock claiming her with evermore dominance and force…

…But I wasn’t able to focus on them for a moment longer, because I felt Master shift behind me, his firm grip pulling the dildo from my ass in one smooth motion. I could feel my little hole deflate, my spirits along with it, and I moaned from deep in my chest for how taunting the emptiness felt. Heat pulsed so vigorously inside my abandoned slut-hole, my want to be filled like a great pain. So, it was no surprise that I almost collapsed from relief when I felt Master’s hand on my hip and the tip of his cock nudging my gaped ass hole.

“Ah, thank you Master,” I sighed with genuine relief, so happy to feel him slip inside me whether I was allowed to cum or not. “Your cock feels so good inside me,” I confessed willingly.

“Show me how good it feels, Babydoll,” was Master’s breathless reply. “Make me fill this ass with my cum.”

“Mmm, yes, Master,” I cried, a proud willing servant as I clenched my muscles around his shaft and arched my back to please his eye as much as his cock. “Your cock feels so good, Master I wanna feel you cum, oh, fuck, I want your cum so bad!” I chanted in various syntaxes on a continuous loop, my proud declarations peppered in gasping moans and groaning whimpers. “Thank you Master, oh, my God, fuck, thank you! Thank you for fucking my ass!”

Master hummed his approval, his head rolling back on his neck in a heavenly flop. “Ah, shit, well, keep singin’ like that little bird and I ain’t gonna last long!”

My entire body swelled with pride, with gratitude, with arousal as I grunted and moaned in time with Master’s smooth swift thrusts. His hardness stretched me open so perfectly, hitting me in all the right places, his rough dominant hips claiming my ass over and over again, claiming me with every crude clap of our heated flesh.

“Master!” I whimpered with a sob of overwhelming pleasure. “My pussy! Please!” I whined, essentially asking for permission to cum without directly saying it as each thrust of Master’s cock was like a shower of kerosene being sprayed directly on the already raging inferno between my thighs.

“I said no,” he snapped tersely, easily interpreting my need as he continued to plough me so rough and deep. “You’re supposed to be making me cum remember?” He recalled, almost coldly. “Can’t concentrate on anything but your greedy fucking holes for more than five minutes can you?”

“No, Master, I’m sorry,” I trembled, every word dripping with sincerity. “You—your cock just—it just feels so good!” I paused to swallow hard through a series of pitiful whimpers. “I’m sorry! I–I was being selfish, Master. Please—please punish me. Make me good again.”

Master chuckled his forgiveness, a foreboding sound like a trap snapping shut. “With pleasure,” he growled, speaking quite literally as he reached around my waist to find my pussy.

I’d anticipated to feel the sting of a slap against my swollen lips but Master appeared to have other plans. He then began teasing the flesh of my swollen clit, gentle and firm, his cock in my ass mirroring this new leisurely pace by probing me long and slow.

“Oh, my God, fuck!” I exclaimed, my voice now the shrillest and most desperate out of all the slaves in the room for my desire to cum had grown akin to the burning need one feels for air after they’ve held their breath for far too long. It was pain and agony mixed with the most severe want you could possibly imagine.

“Don’t you cum now, Sadie,” Master reminded me in a obscene sing-song. I couldn’t see his face but I could hear the smile on his lip. I knew he loved winding me up and edging me on. He loved turning me into a crazed animal, a soaking mess famished for nothing but his cock and control.

I nodded my understanding and tried not to dissolve into a steaming puddle on the floor. “Th-thank you for—for playing with my pussy, Master,” I managed through a strangled moan.

“That’s a good, slut,” Master purred. “Take everything I give you,” he said. I think more to himself than anyone else.

I bowed my head and accepted the punishment of overstimulation, taking Master’s cock in my ass while he rubbed my pussy, edging me continuously for as long as it pleased him. And while he tormented my flesh into madness, we both observed the affairs of our guests who seemed to be busy discussing the fact that Jax had been the first of the group to cum…

…Jax was no longer lying on the bed, he was now standing beside it and watching Master Patsy receive a blow-job from The Blonde Slave, the girl kneeling between Master Patsy’s thighs, her back arched up to reveal her ass that was already leaking rivulets of Jax’s cum down her trembling thighs.

“Fuck man, I can’t beleive I came already!” He lamented, his flaccid cock heavy in the canyon of his opened jeans, his arms crossed petulantly over his narrow chest.

“I can,” Mr. Hollow laughed, still enjoying The Red Slave as he’d taken to alternating between her holes, shoving his cock in her pussy for a few pumps before doing the same in her ass. “This must be like the third female you’ve ever even touched in your entire life! Lord knows none of the free bitches would ever look at ya, nevermind letting you touch em! And we all know you don’t pay for pussy cause you spend every coin you earn on Junk, so, yeah, of course you busted first! Ain't nobody surprised ‘bout that but your dumbass.”

“Shut up, Darrius!” Jax snapped angrily, his junked-out little eyes bouncing all around in his skull. “Nobody fucking asked you!”

Mr. Hollow’s expression ignited. “And yet I told you all the same, mother fucker!” He steamed defensively, never relenting in his smooth cool pace of fucking The Red Slave, her calm coos of pleasure like a pleasant jingle ringing beneath his antagonistic words.

“Should’ve said somethin, Jax,’” Master Patsy intervened, speaking to Jax yet turning at the waist to eye Mr. Hollow in some kind of tepid warning.

“I did, ass hole!” Jax argued, bringing Master Patsy’s gaze back around to track him as he walked to the dining table where Master was using my holes, his intentions obvious as he grabbed the junk-pipe a foot away from my hand. “Maybe a little hit of this will get the fellas goin’ again,” he hypothesized as his eyes feasted on the image of my body being used by my master. He licked his lips. “Watching you fuck Sadie like that sure will, though, Boss,” he admitted, before taking a large hit from the pipe.

“Yeah, she’s hot isn’t she?” Master agreed in a rhetorical fashion. “Nothing quite as hot as a desperate little bitch who knows her place, hm?” He then spoke to me. “Isn’t that right, Babydoll? Aren’t you a desperate little bitch who knows her place?”

I nodded frantically, Master puppeteering my indignity by reaching around and wriggling his fingers over my clit to make me moan as I answered. “Yes, Master,” was all I was able to manage through my delirium, my entire being now reduced to my need to cum.

“And what is your place, Babydoll?” Master asked, his adept fingers at my clit swirling me into an even deeper mania.

“Beneath you, Master. Holes open; mind closed,” I answered obediently through a gasp of pure ecstasy, his cock in my ass and his fingers at my clit almost too much for a little slut like me to bear without erupting, but I had no choice but to endure.

But Master only rubbed me faster, edging me harder as my reward. “Correct,” he commended, his cock now taking me rougher as he then turned his attention back over to Jax. “See? Sadie knows her place,” he pointed out “Why don’t you know yours?…”