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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Ravished in a Flash Tournament
- It competes against The mirror of infinity in the QF-4 match
- Theme: Infinity
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Infinity
She was awakened quite rudely. Julia pulling on her hair, yanking the cover from her naked body.
"You've rested enough. Get your lazy ass up!"
Amy batted the sleep from her eyes and lazily slipped from the bed. The night before came by flashes of memory. Sucking, fucking. Cocks in her pussy, cocks in her ass. Streams of cum in her and on her.
Julia had set a modest breakfast on the table.
"Eat while it is warm. You are in the bondage room at 10AM, "Julia remarked in her matter-of-fact way of talking.
"I have to use the bathroom," Amy replied, while doing an urgent pee dance in front of Julia.
"Eat first. then take care of your needs and shower. I will be back at 9:45. Be ready."
As Amy basked under the streams of the hot shower, she thought back to the day it happened. She had met Julia in a night club. Amy was a bisexual for as long as she could remember. The attraction to Julia was instant. A few drinks, a dance, then the next thing she knew, she was on her knees in the toilet stall lapping at Julia's cunt. Little did she know it was the beginning of sexual servitude to a cold and demanding Mistress.
She exited from the shower, walked into the bedroom, and put on the slinky dress that Julia had laid out. There was no underwear permitted. At 9:45 on the dot, Julia arrived, gave Amy a quick critique and there were off.
The bondage room was like something the Marquis de sade would have created.
A stern looking middle aged man walked in and exchanged pleasantries with Julia, greasing her hand with a few bills.
"Strip" Julia commanded as she looked at Amy sternly.
Amy flicked the straps of the barely there gown and sent it floating to the floor. She now stood naked before them. The man's gaze told her he approved.
Julia approached with the man at her side.
"This is Raul. That is all you need to know. You are to do whatever he says and accept whatever he does. Understood?"
Yes, Mistress," Amy replied as the black mask was placed over her eyes and fastened around her head.
Amy felt his hand caressing her naked breasts, then moving down her stomach to her pussy. He rubbed and kneaded it, while his other hand went behind her and began rubbing her ass. The familiar stirrings of erotic pleasure began to roam over her body.
She could hear Julia whispering in her ear. "Get on your knees and suck his cock. Swallow his cum like the good little slut you are."
Amy suck to her knees. Feeling around, she found the clasp of his slacks, lowered them and his underwear, and brought his cock to her mouth. It felt thick and meaty.
She sucked it with the skill and precision she had acquired over the years. It was soon fully erect and throbbing. Sucking with her mouth and rubbing his balls with her hands soon produced a thick load of cum that oozed down her throat. She never lost a drop as she swallowed it.
The next thing she knew, she was in the middle of the room. Her arms were drawn above her head and fastened. Her legs were stretched and secured.
Amy knew what was coming next. She could sense it. A whip, or leather belt would last her naked body. Her wails, the sound of the instrument striking her flesh. The angry stripes across her back and ass would turn him on.
This was her life now. An endless series of sexual encounters. There were no breaks, no holidays, no weekends off. This was her life with Julia, who was probably sitting nearby masturbating while she watched.
Her body arched as the leather belt struck her exposed flesh. A yelp from her lips echoed through the room, and a fiery pain shot through her body. There would be more to come.
