Slavery: A series of erotic games (Book 04)

Becky's body was starting to shake. I thought she'd throw Lisa off it was shaking so badly. Rhonda had her hands holding Becky's hips down. She was opening and closing her hands, trying to signal how badly she needed to cum. Lisa pinched her nipple again.    

    

"Seventy. Don't you fucking cum slave. I own your cunt. I own your orgasms. You don't have my permission to cum. If you cum again without my express permission, that's thirty more swats slave."    

    

Lisa pinched her nipple. "Seventy-five. Forget your orgasm. Think about Lisa's pleasure, not your own. You're nothing. You don't deserve an orgasm, bitch."    

    

Suddenly, Becky's hips rose off the bed like a person in an exorcism movie. I didn't think they could go that high with all four limbs tied to the corners. Becky was screaming, unable to wake Lucas only because she was screaming into Lisa's pussy, currently leaking like a sieve. One wave after another went rolling down her belly, fluttering like a flag. Becky started to squirt and Rhonda was trying to keep up with the flood of moisture shooting out of her pussy. Rhonda's lips locked on, swallowing desperately trying to capture every drop and failing. Lisa was pinching one nipple after the other, but Becky was in her own fucking world and the pinching seemed incapable of doing anything more than extend her orgasm. Lisa finally gave up and climbed off. Becky was still quivering six minutes after it started, although it did seem to be easing up. She was only twitching every fifteen or twenty seconds.    

    

"You wanted to know a little of what it's like to be a slave; now you know," I said. "Your experiment is over."    

    

I took off her blindfold and her eyes were still a little wild, blinking in the light. Rhonda helped me release her arms and legs and Lisa was stroking her face. I told Rhonda to take a shower and she grinned and thanked me. Fuck! Had to change the sheets again.    

    

Five more minutes passed before Becky attempted to speak.    

    

"Did I squirt?"    

    

"You damn near drowned my slave. Yes, you squirted. You're going to help me change the sheets, too."    

    

"That was unreal." She was still panting, even ten minutes later.    

    

"Don't forget you earned well over a hundred swats on the ass. Remember how bad one felt. Imagine a hundred."    

    

"I've never felt anything like that ever."    

    

"Every orgasm isn't like that one. Most won't come close to that. But most orgasms I've had as a slave were better than the very best I had when I wasn't."    

    

Becky looked at Lisa, still stroking her face.    

    

"I'd tend to agree," Lisa said. "Not the little ones I get from walking around with a hood piercing. Not even the ones given by regular people like you; but the ones given by a Master or Mistress, they tend to be on the high end. When they control your fucking, even your orgasms, you tend to appreciate them more."    

    

"Does your Master make you hold back on an orgasm like that?"    

    

"Frequently," I said, "but not all the time. You also need to realize our punishments don't bother us as much as you think they would. You couldn't imagine being hit twenty-five times. I've been struck that much and more and gotten used to it. I wouldn't strain nearly as hard as you did to hold back an orgasm to save myself from being punished. I'd have cum earlier and taken the punishment. While we tend to dislike The Enforcer, the one I hit you with, I can almost enjoy Master's hand or the nine stranded whip he uses. The worst punishment we undergo is wearing the Slave Trainer and not being allowed to orgasm. If you wear one of those for long as a slave, you'll beg to have your ass fucked and suck the cock afterward, even if you haven't been cleansed. That's how bad it is."    

    

"Why doesn't your Master use it to make you do things like that?"    

    

"He won't use it to exceed a hard limit. Perhaps he'll stretch a soft limit with it, but never a hard. He used it to make me swallow his cum when I started my slavery. It wasn't a hard limit. I'd swallow on his birthday, or our anniversary, but I didn't like it. It was never the taste which disgusted me, but the texture of cum. He used the Slave Trainer to get me swallowing every time. The only way I was allowed to cum is if I swallowed his. Now, I love to swallow cum, not just his, but anyone's. I enjoy the hot, salty splash of cum in my mouth. If you don't want to swallow, you'd never make it as a sex slave."    

    

"What's the difference being submissive to a man or woman?"    

    

"The submission is substantially the same except for the genitals of the person you're submitting to. You'll get more cock submitting to a Master and more cunt if submitting to a Mistress. We get a lot of both because we have three women submitting to a male together. He can't have permanent erections, so we frequently pleasure each other."    

    

"Why do you have your own slave?"    

    

Rhonda came out of the bathroom as she asked and I called her over. I put my arm around her and kissed her.    

    

"I love dominating submissive women and submitting to Dominant men or women. Just now, when I was pretending to be your Mistress, dominating you and I made you cum so hard; I got a small orgasm and a whole lot of pleasure from doing so. I get more pleasure from being dominated than being Dominant. I used to fantasize about being dominated. I never fantasized the other way. If I had to give up one or the other, I'd give up being a Dominant, but I don't, so I get to keep this delicious slave."    

    

I kissed her again and Rhonda melted against me.    

    

"Now I'm going to reward my slave for being such a good girl. She's going to fuck you with a strapless vibrator while you lick my cunt."    

    

Rhonda got one of the strapless vibrators, made Becky get on her hands and knees. With the anal plug in, Becky was going to be real full when Rhonda shoved that dildo in her. I wasn't going to change the sheets until we were done fucking her in case she did it again. Rhonda didn't need lubricant to push into Becky's pussy. Her lips parted for the head and it slid right in, with Becky moaning like a two bit whore. I got in front of her and had Lisa ride my face. God, I loved big beds.    

    

I felt Becky's tongue licking me as I licked my sister slave. Rhonda was really fucking her hard. Her head kept rocking over my pussy as Rhonda punished hers. She seemed like she was trying to pay attention to my pleasure, but she was having difficulties doing so. It didn't matter too much. I couldn't turn her into a slave anyway. I'd love it if Master would at least consider the idea. It's not as if we couldn't afford to keep another one, but I had to admit one more cunt to fuck meant less fucking for me. At least he should fuck her once. She was so eager to please.    

    

I got a wicked idea. Maybe not enough to keep her, but enough to keep her around for the weekend. I pushed Lisa off my face. She was startled, but went with it.    

    

"Do you want to spend the night again and see if I can get my Master to consider letting you hang around this weekend?" I asked.    

    

"Please," she gasped, cumming for like the fourth or fifth time since Rhonda started fucking her. Nothing like having a big vibrating dildo sharing space in your crotch with a plug.    

    

"In order to make this work, I need to take a video of you getting fucked by Rhonda and send it to my Master. Once he sees what a hot slut you are, maybe he'll let you stay long enough he can fuck you."    

    

"You'll shoot...video...of me...fucking?" Becky panted.    

    

"That's right. While you're licking Lisa's cunt. They won't get out in the wild. We'll both delete them, but I already told you he's not into adding another sex toy to our menagerie, so we need something to convince him you're worth keeping around for awhile. That is, provided you're willing to fuck him. I won't play anymore unless you're willing to fuck my Master. You're not allergic to prick anymore now that you've had pussy are you?"    

    

"No...I'll...fuck...him. God!...I'm cumming...again. Fuck!" She was somewhat silent as she orgasmed. Not speaking anyway. "Shoot the damn video."    

    

I waited until Lisa was in front of her mouth and she was eagerly licking Lisa's dripping cunt before I started shooting. I shot maybe ninety seconds of video, catching another orgasm.    

    

I sent it to Master with a text reading, Becky is hoping to spend some time fucking this weekend, including you. She's a firecracker who really is eager to please, Master. Won't you reconsider? Delete the movie when you're done watching.    

    

Ten minutes later, I got an answer. You're not playing fair, slut. Fine, she can spend some time with us this weekend. You can tell her I'm going to masturbate to her video before I delete it.    

    

I waited until they quit fucking before I showed everyone his answer. Becky seemed to enjoy the thought someone would be masturbating to her fucking. I also showed her the video. We watched it together before I deleted it and told her to lick my cunt again.    

    

She'd been lapping at my liquid core for four or five minutes, already having given me one climax and working on another.    

    

"How big was your boyfriends cock?" I asked.    

    

Becky paused, thinking. "I guess average, maybe five and a half to six inches."    

    

"You're in for a treat. Master's almost eight. It's going to be tough preparing you for an ass fucking."    

    

"Prepare?"    

    

"Use increasingly large plugs to get your anus used to being stretched. We could push it a bit, maybe get you ready by Sunday. You've already got a plug in. We'll just put a larger one in every twelve hours. We'd have you up five sizes by Sunday morning."    

    

"Does he need to fuck my ass. Can't he be satisfied with my pussy?"    

    

"No, if you're going to hang around here and be useful, we need to turn you into a three hole slut. Keep licking."