u/ProphetofSins

Hello there!

Had a bit of a scare with an automated shadowban that removed all my posts. But I've now gotten in contact with the Guardians of the Reddit, and my account is back to normal. That said, it seems like my posts on subreddits outside of this one is still caught in the filters (since I'm not a mod there and can't approve them), and aside from that had many of my profile settings changed so that people couldn't follow or message me. I hope I've managed to return everything to normal, but let me know if something isn't working as it should.

So yeah... just FYI.

It’s been a minute since I’ve actually scrolled through my Reddit-feed, but as I did it a few minutes ago, I was surprised by the amount of oddly familiar captioned stories and videos I came across. From all kinds of usernames, that is!

Frankly, considering my captions are basically short lines of text glued upon other people’s hard work, I would be a hypocrite to complain, and I honestly don’t mind people reposting my little naughty stories, as long as they don’t try to take credit for creating the captions themselves.

So consider this my blessing, in case a sliver of guilt has been nagging within a lust-crazed mind. I’ll just interpret it as devoted acolytes spreading the gospel of sin and depravity.

If you do feel the need though, I would be more than happy to come up with a fitting punishment in order to grant you repentance for borrowing my creations for your own glory.

How to Steal a Man - Part 2
Beginner’s Course

Notes from Tindra Reynaud’s Diary:

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Dear Diary. Here’s my usual list of today’s upcoming activities:

Yell at Mom - Check
Get yelled at by Mom for slutty clothes - Check
Get money for new thongs - Check
Buy new thongs - Check
Sunbathe - Check
Get grossed out by the old perv neighbor staring at me in my bikini - Check
Watch porn and masturbate - Check
Rest - Check
Repeat (porn and masturbation) - Check
Go to a party and get drunk - Check
Sneak up to my room drunk without getting caught -
Written in messier handwriting, probably added later
Get spanked by Carl (?) - Check
Get fingered by Carl (?!) - Check
WTF??? - Check
Get insanely horny from being spanked by my stepdad Carl - Check
Masturbate thinking about Carl - Check

So, dear Diary. My day turned out way weirder than I expected. I just squirted for the first time. Now I have to change the sheets and sleep. See you tomorrow.
xo Tindra.

Page 44
Dear Diary, here’s the list of today’s upcoming activities:

Masturbate while thinking about being spanked by Carl -
Sunbathe -
Fuck, I can’t wait. I’ll finish the list later.

Tindra set down her pink pen and closed the diary. She hadn’t broken her morning routine since she first started it, but right now she couldn’t hold back. The itch between her legs felt like she’d shoved an entire chili pepper inside her pussy.

She lay back comfortably against the large pillows, head resting against the headboard. She was still wearing what she’d slept in — a thin t-shirt and comfortable cotton panties. The panties flew off her legs as she kicked them away with a bare foot. She kept the t-shirt on.

With practiced hands, she began touching herself between her legs. She let her soft outer lips slowly fill with blood, growing firm and wet under her massaging fingers. She remembered how Carl had touched her there. One finger sliding into her untouched opening. The slight resistance as his finger pushed deeper inside her.

Tindra stroked herself faster. She used two fingers to spread and rub the small pink wings inside her lips. Her breathing grew deeper.

She went further back in her memory, to the moment Carl first pulled her over his knees. How he’d locked her arms behind her back and easily held them there with one hand, despite her initial resistance. The feeling of her skirt being lifted and the exposed sensation when her stepfather saw the thong she’d bought with the money she stole from him. The shock when the first smack landed across one of her ass cheeks.

And how her pussy had reacted instantly.

Tindra bit her lip and moaned. Her bare feet pedaled back and forth across the sheets, toes curling as waves of pleasure shot through her body. She thrust her hips forward as if a cock was waiting in front of her.

She remembered how she had surrendered almost immediately, how every smack sent sparks of ecstasy through her. How his cock had slowly hardened against her stomach.

“Ah,” she whimpered.

Finally he had pulled her panties down. She remembered the longing and hope she’d felt, and the relief when her ass and pussy were finally bare for her stepfather. How he spanked one cheek, then the other, then the first again, over and over. She had kicked her legs in arousal, both in the memory and now in the bed she lay in.

“Ah, Carl,” she whispered. She had never really seen Carl as a dad, more like the man her mom was married to. He was attractive enough for a man in his forties, but on the surface he gave off a bit of a pushover vibe. But the Carl who had spanked her yesterday had been anything but weak. He had been strong, dominant with both his arms and his voice. So much more than the boys in her high school class. So much more than the version he showed around Mom.

She pressed a finger against her opening, feeling how tight it was. No cock had ever been inside her. Nothing else either, except Carl’s and her own fingers. She pushed harder and felt her tight, soft pussy give way to her purple-painted nail. Carl must have felt how tight she was when he pushed his finger inside her. Was that why he hadn’t done more? To not take her virginity?

She imagined his cock. How it would feel to wrap her lips around it. To have it pushed into her mouth as deep as he wanted. How it would feel to be fucked by him.

Tindra’s body bounced on the bed as she finally reached her orgasm. It wasn’t as explosively intense as yesterday’s, but it was enough to leave her completely drained while sweat ran down her forehead.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, she got up, pulled on a pair of pink bikini bottoms, and returned to her diary to continue her list for the day:

Get Carl to touch me again -
Feel Carl’s cock -
Get fucked by Carl? -

She heard the front door open downstairs. It was the familiar sound of her whore of a mother returning from another night of cheating. Tindra added one final point.

Annoy Mom -

Carl was sitting at his kitchen island drinking coffee as usual when Charlotte came home. She was still wearing yesterday’s outfit, but her hair was messy and her makeup was smeared across her face. She walked with heavy steps, clearly hungover, and didn’t even say hello as she headed upstairs to the shower.

“Good morning, darling,” Carl called after her. No answer.

A minute later Tindra came bouncing down the stairs. She was wearing only a white t-shirt and a pair of tiny pink bikini bottoms tied at the sides. Carl couldn’t help but notice the clear outline of her smooth pussy against the thin fabric.

“Good morning, Tindra,” Carl said cheerfully.

“Good morning, Carl,” Tindra replied. She walked straight up to him, took the coffee cup from his hands, and sipped deeply without shame before sitting down on the chair beside him, still holding it.

“What just happened?” Carl asked.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“That was my coffee.”

“And now it’s mine.”

Carl stared at her. “Didn’t you learn anything yesterday? Stealing money is one thing, but taking another man’s coffee… that’s going too far.”

Tindra lowered her eyes. “Then you’ll have to punish me.”

Carl felt himself hardening against his pants. “I will. Later. First I need coffee.” He placed a new cup under the machine and pressed the button. He watched her while the beans ground behind him. With her innocent chocolate-colored face, simple t-shirt, bare legs, and purple-painted toenails, she was so… beautiful. He had always pushed these forbidden thoughts away, forcing himself to see her as a daughter rather than a young woman. But after yesterday, he had opened a door he couldn’t close. His body was screaming at him to grab her head and press those full lips against his cock.

It had been a long time since anyone had sucked his cock.

He managed to push the impulses down before taking his new cup and sitting beside her. “So what are your plans for the day?”

Tindra looked like she was about to say something, but changed her mind at the last second. “Sunbathing, I think. And swimming in the pool — it’s hot as fuck. What about you?”

“I have to go out tonight. Got something to take care of at the office.”

“And before that?”

Carl shrugged. “Some gardening. A few chores.”

“Okay.” She smiled shyly while continuing to sip his — his! — coffee. Above them, the shower started running.

“What the hell…” Jessica said as she looked at the outfit Linn had carefully laid out on the bed. “That’s not… clothes.”

“Clothes suck,” Linn said. She turned to Jessica, tucked her red curls behind her ears, and studied her through her large round glasses. “You’ve got a great body, nice tits, and a hot ass.” Linn walked around her and shamelessly pinched the thin layer of fat over her hip. “Slim, fit, but still something to grab onto.” She sounded almost jealous. “Must be all that damn jogging.”

“It’s healthy,” Jessica said defensively. “And relaxing.”

“It sucks.” Jessica felt Linn sniffing her neck.

“Linn… what are you doing?”

The redheaded slut — her own words — circled Jessica again and stood thoughtfully in front of the clothes on the bed. “Red or black? Black goes well with your tan, but red is more… naughty. We’re going with red.” She picked up a bundle of fabric and tossed it into Jessica’s arms. “Put them on. Now.” She crossed her arms and waited.

“Uh, where can I change?”

“Right here.” Linn gestured to the space in front of her.

“So…”

“Yes, in front of me. Get on it.”

Jessica blushed but began self-consciously removing her clothes. When she stood there in just her panties and let those fall too, Linn whistled appreciatively.

“Fully shaved, huh? Nice!”

Jessica sighed and started putting on the lingerie Linn had given her. They were red, tight pieces with lace around the top of the thighs and crotch. She felt her breasts being pushed up by the bra, making her twins stand out like never before. The gap between her legs was visible through the semi-transparent fabric.

“There we go,” Linn said. “Now the little minx is starting to come out.”

Jessica blushed again but looked at herself in the mirror. Linn wasn’t wrong. The red lace panties and tight bra, combined with her tanned skin, loose dark-blonde hair, and subtle makeup, made her look like a… well, a slut. Like someone waiting to be thrown onto a bed and fucked hard by whoever was strong enough.

“These too, I think… or no,” Linn said, pulling back the thin stockings she had been about to hand over. “Your feet are pretty — did you get a pedicure? Without me? — it would be a shame to cover them up…”

“And finally,” Linn said, handing her a red satin dress. Jessica was too far gone to protest its tight fit and the fact that it ended quite a bit above her knees. In fact, when she put it on and saw herself in the mirror… she liked it.

Jessica had never had trouble admitting she was attractive, but the woman staring back at her now was more than that. The loose hair, the tight red dress hugging her breasts and hips, the long tanned legs, red toenails, and the high heels Linn finally tossed to her… She looked ready to seduce her boss.

“One tip,” Linn said while studying Jessica with an approving gaze. “Squeeze your thumb between your fingers.”

“I don’t get it?”

Linn winked. “You will when you’re there.”

Jessica shook her head and turned back to the mirror. Her stomach fluttered — and other places too. Was she ready?

Yes. As ready as she was ever going to be.

Tindra lay on a lounge chair by the pool in the backyard of their villa. The sun baked down on her light brown skin and her tiny pink bikini was already soaked with sweat. Despite the minimal amount of fabric she wore, the heat was almost unbearable. She tilted her head and looked toward Carl through her sunglasses.

He stood shirtless, trimming the tall hedge at the edge of the property. Sweat droplets ran down his shoulders and over his lightly tanned skin. Tindra licked her lips. She had felt his eyes on her while she lay there in her bikini with AirPods in her ears. Through her sunglasses she could watch him without him noticing, and she knew he glanced her way when he thought she wasn’t looking. He had done it before, but not as often. Or as openly.

Suddenly it wasn’t just sweat making her body wet.

She remembered the list in her diary. It was getting into the afternoon and Carl would soon leave for the office. Time to make something happen.

She sat up in the lounge chair and pulled the string on her back. The bikini top came loose, exposing her firm, bare breasts. She knew she had been blessed in many ways, but perhaps most of all by the full globes she had just freed. She had small but prominent nipples, even areolas that blended nicely with her skin, and breasts large enough to lift, bounce, and jiggle without sagging. A couple of guys had played with them, and one lucky guy had even gotten to suck on the hard buds, but that was as far as Tindra had let anyone go.

She settled back on the lounge chair, eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, and returned to her music. She noticed Carl’s reaction immediately when he turned from the hedge and saw her lying there, topless and almost naked. She saw his eyes lock onto her breasts, followed by the visible effort it took for him to turn away and continue working.

“What the hell are you doing?” Charlotte had slid open the glass doors from the sunroom to the backyard. “Put something on!”

Annoy Mom - check.

Tindra shrugged. “No one can see us here. It’s just family.”

Charlotte glanced at Carl, who hummed quietly while clipping with his hedge shears. Though it looked like that particular hedge was already perfectly trimmed.

“Well, but…” Her mother seemed to lack any clear argument against Tindra sunbathing topless in their own private garden. She pursed her lips but didn’t protest further. She turned on her heel and went back inside.

Tindra looked at Carl, counting the stolen glances at her half-naked body. After about half an hour she got up and went inside. When she returned, she had a cold glass of iced tea in her hand. She took a deep gulp of the refreshing drink.

“What is that?” Carl asked, suddenly standing over her.

“Iced tea,” she answered innocently.

“My iced tea that I bought yesterday for myself?”

“It was in the fridge,” Tindra replied with fake nonchalance.

“A single bottle of iced tea? That someone else clearly paid for and put in the fridge?”

“Sounds familiar,” Tindra said thoughtfully. “Did it say Nestea on it?”

Carl studied her closely. His eyes moved from the glass in her hand, to her innocent face, to her bare breasts, and back to the glass. “Come with me.”

“I’m sunbathing,” Tindra replied, leaning back in the lounge chair.

“Come. With. Me.” The serious tone was impossible to ignore. Tindra tried to stare back, but his stone-faced expression forced her to lower her gaze. She stood up and followed him barefoot across the freshly cut grass. He opened the door to the tool shed and gestured for her to go inside. The door closed behind them.

It was a small space, just a few meters in each direction. The walls were covered with tools — hammers, saws, screwdrivers, and other things Tindra didn’t know the names of. Against one wall stood a workbench with a vise and a couple of empty coffee cups on it. He pointed at it. “Stand with your hands on the table.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“I did, but…”

“Stand with your hands on the table,” he repeated. He was wearing only a pair of light shorts, and his sparsely haired chest was damp with sweat. He wasn’t a movie star with six-pack abs and oiled muscles, just an ordinary man in his forties who had taken decent care of his body but never developed a gym habit. Despite that, he radiated undeniable authority as he pointed at the table.

Tindra stepped across the concrete floor and stood at the table. She placed her hands on the dusty surface and pushed her ass out toward the man behind her.

“In two days you’ve stolen from me multiple times. You need to learn what’s yours and what’s mine.” She heard him unbuckle his belt and pull it from his shorts. “Lean forward over the table.”

She swallowed and leaned further down so her bare breasts pressed against the uneven surface.

“Pull down your bottoms.”

She wondered if he could see how her hands trembled as she let the pink bikini bottoms fall to her feet. She now stood completely naked before him, ass pushed out. Could he see how wet she was between her legs? If he put his hand on her throat he would feel how hard her pulse was beating, how eagerly she craved his touch.

“Count for me. After each strike, say you’re going to be more obedient.”

Silence. He waited for her answer. “Yes, Carl.”

Whack The leather from his folded belt struck her bare skin across her ass cheeks. She yelped and pressed her forehead against the table. “One! I’m going to be more obedient!”
Whack The next blow landed just above the first. “Two! I’m going to be more obedient!”
Whack The third lash crossed the already forming stripes and made her jump while she cried out sharply. “Three! I’m going to be more obedient!”
Whack “Four! I’m going to be more obedient!”
Whack “Five! I’m going to be more obedient!”
Whack “Six! I’m going to be more obedient!”

She felt a tear run down her cheek, but at the same time her tingling pussy begged for more. Tindra was completely under Carl’s control and his belt was marking his ownership on her light brown skin. It was like a contract where the belt was the pen and her ass cheeks were the paper.
Whack “Seven! I’m going to be more obedient!”
Whack “Eight! I’m going to be more obedient!”
Whack “Nine! I’M GOING TO BE MORE OBEDIENT!” She sobbed against the table. But at the same time her nipples were rock hard and juices ran down her thighs.
Whack “Ten! I’M GOING TO BE MORE OBEDIENT!” she squeaked and rose onto her toes. She couldn’t help twisting her body and shaking in anticipation and fear of the next strike. But no more blows came. Instead she heard Carl wrap the belt around his waist again and buckle it.

She didn’t dare move, and after a few seconds she felt him behind her. His hands stroked the sensitive skin of her ass. He spread her cheeks and Tindra blushed at the feeling of being completely exposed to another person. A finger slid over the crack between her legs, catching some of her juices. She moaned hungrily. The finger appeared beside her mouth and she instinctively parted her lips. She tasted herself on his index finger as she sucked.

“You enjoy being punished,” Carl said. “I’m afraid you’ll never learn.”

“Yes, Carl,” Tindra answered. “You can teach me. You can make me obey. If you keep going…”

He wet his fingers over her pussy again and let her lick them clean once more. “It’s going to take a lot of work. If spanking or whipping doesn’t work…” Something pressed against her asshole and she gasped as the tip of his finger slid past her sphincter. “Then maybe something rougher is needed.” His free hand moved over her breasts and two fingers pinched the stiff nipple. He twisted the bud until she gasped.

“I promise to be obedient,” she moaned with the tip of a finger in her ass and two fingers around her nipple. She was still on her toes and the pressure from his hand made her rise even higher. “I promise, Carl. I’ll be as obedient as you want, do whatever you ask!”

The finger slid a centimeter deeper, forcing her higher onto her toes. “So you’re going to be obedient from now on?”

“Yes, Carl!” She felt the pain as her asshole stretched around his finger. Carl kept the finger there a few more seconds before pulling it out. He released her breast.

“Good. Next time I won’t be as nice.”

“Thank you, Carl. I’ll be good. I’ll be your obedient… daughter.” She turned around and immediately saw the bulge at his crotch. “Let me show you how obedient I can be.” Her hand moved down to his shorts and she massaged the hard shaft through the fabric. She stroked it tenderly over the shorts, just like she had done to several guys at parties during the summer. Carl breathed out heavily, just like them. But unlike the high school boys, he gently took hold of her hands and moved them away from his cock.

“Show me by putting your bottoms back on,” Carl said.

But her pussy still needed… something! Didn’t he see how hard her nipples were? How ready her pussy lips were for his fingers and cock?

“Please, Carl,” she whispered. “Let me be your obedient girl…”

“Put your bottoms back on. I have to get to work now.” And with that he left her in the shed, pussy dripping and on the verge of tears from frustration.

Carl was dressed in a full suit when he unlocked the door to his office. It was more out of old habit than anything else. When he went to work, he wore a suit. Simple as that.

His cock was still throbbing after the encounter with Tindra. What was that girl doing? And maybe even more important — what was he doing? When he had led her into the shed he had originally only meant to talk to her, to explain that he knew what she was up to and that it wouldn’t work. But when she stood there with her bare breasts and stiff nipples… he hadn’t been able to resist. And when he saw how her pussy glistened after every strike of the belt… his cock had simply taken over. It had taken all his willpower not to throw the slender, dark-skinned girl over the table and fuck her until he came.

How long had it been since he had actually cum on or inside a woman? It had been months, maybe years since Charlotte had last touched his cock. And even that had felt awkward.

He walked past Jessica’s office and stopped outside his own. He saw her through the glass window. She stood with her back to him, wearing a tight red dress and high heels. He took a deep breath. Now or never.

She turned calmly when he opened the door. The fabric stretched tightly across her breasts, which were framed by a deep neckline. Her face was made up with eyeshadow, blush, and other things Carl couldn’t name. Her hair hung loose down her back and she looked almost shyly at him as he closed the door.

“Hi, boss,” she said. Her voice was lower than usual, without the cheerful tone that always seemed to sit on her tongue.

“Hi, Jessica.” He took a step into the room. “Did you have fun yesterday?”

“Yes,” she answered, but looked down. “Maybe a bit too much…”

Carl took a few steps closer until he stood right in front of her. This was Jessica… his best friend. The woman he spent more time with than anyone else. The person he trusted with everything. Was he about to destroy something that was probably more important to him than anything else?

Maybe… but at the same time… this was inevitable. It had been building for a long time, through late nights and early mornings. It had been many years since Carl’s feelings for Charlotte had disappeared. And it had only taken one hour into Jessica’s job interview for him to realize he was in trouble. He had hired her anyway. She was the best for the job and it wouldn’t have been right to reject a competent person just because he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Carl placed a hand on her cheek and felt the warmth. He smelled her perfume and stroked her skin with his thumb. “It’s not appropriate to text your boss when you’re drunk, is it, Jessica?”

“No, Carl,” she answered with lowered gaze. He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face so their eyes met.

“As your boss, I have to punish you. It’s my job.”

“Of course, Carl,” Jessica replied. Their eyes locked, and for several long seconds they stared at each other. Jessica let out a silent sigh.

“Turn around,” Carl said. She obeyed and stood with her back to him. His crotch was only a few centimeters from her firm ass, which pushed out against the dress. With one hand he bent her forward over the desk and she braced herself with her hands against the polished wooden surface. He felt her trembling slightly, but nothing in her protested. “Are you ready to begin your punishment, Jessica?”

“Yes, Carl.” Her voice was hoarse.

Carl remembered how he had been in exactly the same situation just an hour earlier with Tindra. This was different, though. This wasn’t his unruly stepdaughter, whom he certainly loved, but not quite in that way. This was with Jessica, who was as much a part of him as his arms or legs. More important. He could live without legs.

“Count for me,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse too.

Smack His palm struck hard over the satin fabric against her ass. “One!” she gasped.
Smack “Two!” she gasped again.
Smack “Three!”
Smack “Four!”
Smack “Five!”

Carl’s cock grew with every strike against her firm ass. He could already feel how tight her cheeks were and imagined the smooth skin. Not yet. He would take his time.
Smack “Six!” She squirmed under the hand holding her pressed against the desk.
Smack “Seven!”
Smack “Eight!”
Smack “Nine!”
Smack “Ten!”

He let his hand rest on her ass cheek and squeezed lightly. She bucked under his touch.

“Ah,” she murmured.

He continued to teasingly stroke her ass over the fabric. Gave her a few light slaps before he slowly and methodically began pulling the dress up over her waist.

“Too much fabric,” he said. “Your punishment can’t be muffled.”

“No, Carl,” she whispered.

“Count again. From one. And end by thanking me every time.”

“Yes, Carl.”

The dress was finally pulled all the way up and he tucked the hem into the waistband of her tight string panties. Her ass was exactly as smooth and wonderful as he had imagined. Firm from good exercise habits, but soft enough for him to get a comfortable grip. Still keeping one hand on her back, he raised his free arm.

Smack “One! Thank you for punishing me.”

Smack “Fifteen! Thank you for punishing me!” Jessica pressed her forehead against the desk and gasped loudly. Her ass cheeks burned and she suspected the redness had spread widely across her ass. Carl’s hand on her back kept her firmly pinned to the desk.
Smack “Sixteen! Thank you, Carl!”
Smack “Seventeen! Thank…” She breathed heavily and squirmed after every strike. She forced her hands to stay on the desk instead of reaching back to rub her sore ass.
Smack “Eighteen! Thank you for punishing me!”
Smack “Nineteen! Thank you for punishing me!” His palm had worked methodically across her cheeks and now there was no area left that didn’t sting. When Linn had first described her plan, it had made Jessica wet. What she hadn’t counted on was exactly how her body would react to being pinned down under Carl’s hands. How it would throb between her legs while her boss spanked her string-clad ass.

She craved more.
Smack “Twenty! Thank you, Carl! Thank you for punishing me!” She lay panting against the desk waiting, but no more strikes came. Instead she felt his palm gently stroking her ass cheeks, feeling the reddened skin.

“Have you had enough punishment? Or do you need more?” Carl asked hoarsely.

“More,” she answered, still hoarse. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but at the same time she couldn’t stand the thought of him leaving her. Not at all, and especially not while her pussy stung like needles.

His hand continued massaging her ass. “Stay there.” The pressure on her back disappeared and her heart hammered harder as she felt her panties slide down her thighs. She stayed lying with her breasts against the desk while her ass was fully exposed behind her.

Carl continued to stroke her tenderly and two hands spread her cheeks. He couldn’t see the blush that flared across Jessica’s cheeks as she felt her asshole and pussy completely exposed to him. Two fingers slid down between her legs, stroking the wet lips and sensitive slit. She whimpered softly.

“You’re a naughty little assistant, aren’t you, Jessica?”

“Yes, Carl,” she answered.

“I don’t think punishment is enough. You need to be trained. Over a long time.”

“Yes, Carl, you need to teach me.” She felt relief at the promise. This wasn’t just a one-time thing. She was his, to train, teach, and punish. Was Linn’s plan… actually working?

“Turn around,” he ordered. She stood up and met his face for the first time in a while. She felt her heart beat harder. How long had she waited for this? To be alone with Carl, without work or anything else on their minds. As adults.

The dress fell back down over her legs as she slid off the desk. She wanted to pull it up again, present her sex to Carl and let him do whatever he wanted with her. But she waited obediently for his instructions.

He took a step closer so their bodies lightly touched. Her breasts pressed against his chest. She looked shyly up at him, searching his eyes. Did he feel what she felt, or was this evening just a side adventure for a lonely married man?

But his eyes weren’t those of an apathetic, horny person. They were hungry but also tender. Admiring as he took her in and pulled her against him. A hand slid feather-light over her throat. His lips were only a few centimeters from hers.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” Carl breathed.

“Me too,” she answered just as quietly. Their lips met for the first time. The kiss started soft and tender but grew increasingly intense as his hands wandered over her body. He held her hips, pressing them against him while their tongues played with each other. She felt his hardness through his pants. She moaned into his mouth.

He broke the kiss, but the hunger in his eyes remained. “Take off your shoes and get on your knees.”

“Yes, Carl.” She sat on the desk again and unbuckled the high heels. The carpet felt warm and soft against her bare feet as she slid down onto her knees in front of Carl’s crotch. She looked up at him from under her lashes while he loosened his belt and unbuttoned his suit pants. He pulled his half-hard cock out of his boxers and suddenly it swung in front of Jessica.

Her eyes widened.
Good for you, Carl, she thought. It was a proper cock, thick in girth and promising plenty of length considering it wasn’t even fully hard yet.

“Open,” he said. She obeyed with her hands on her knees. The cock touched her lips before sliding over her tongue. She closed her mouth around it and tasted the salty head as she stroked it with her tongue. Two hands captured her head, guiding her back and forth while the cock grew in her mouth. He pulled it out, rubbed the tip over her red lips, and slapped it against her cheek. He pushed it in again, deeper this time. The cock was approaching its full size and it was starting to become difficult to fit in her mouth. But she continued sucking obediently, and when he pushed it deeper, over her tongue and toward her throat, she offered no resistance.

Centimeter by centimeter he pushed Jessica’s head down over his cock until it became hard to breathe. She gagged once… twice… three times before he pulled her head back. Thick strings of saliva followed his cock as it left her mouth. They fell slowly over her breasts and ran down into her cleavage. She felt tears smearing her mascara.

“Good girl,” Carl said. “Catch your breath.” He let her breathe for a few seconds before the cock returned. When it once again pushed toward her throat, Jessica remembered what Linn had said. She squeezed her thumb between her fingers and the protests in her throat eased somewhat. He pushed his cock deeper and she started gagging again. This time he held her there for several seconds before pulling his cock out. Even more saliva ran down her chin and over her breasts.

He continued face-fucking her, deep and hard, for several minutes. Her chin became slick with spit, her dress darkened where the long strings fell on it. Her makeup smeared and created a postmodern painting across her face. But the moans of pleasure from Carl made Jessica push her face deeper into his crotch, trying to take his cock as far down as she could. Thin streams dripped from her pussy and down her thighs as she knelt there, pleasuring Carl with her mouth.

“Stand up,” Carl finally ordered. She obeyed immediately and didn’t bother wiping the drool from her face. He pulled her into an intense kiss, despite her messy mouth. She responded just as hungrily. He pulled back a little. “Take everything off.”

She obeyed at once and let the dress fall to the floor. The red lace bra followed and her breasts were freed. He cupped them in his hands and massaged them softly while kissing her again. She moaned.

“Sit on the desk, feet on the edge. Spread your legs.”

Jessica obeyed and exposed her throbbing pussy. Carl stepped forward, stroking his hands over her thighs, legs, and feet. He pinched a toe before moving back up, as if enchanted by Jessica’s presence. He was still fully dressed except for his cock, which stood straight out from his fly. He shrugged off his jacket and white shirt and Jessica sighed hungrily as the clothes fell to the floor. She waited tensely as he sank down between her legs and brought his mouth close to her dripping pussy.

“Ah,” she whimpered as he roughly buried his face deep in her sex. She felt his kisses over her soft lips and how his tongue drew long strokes through her slit. After a few seconds his lips closed around her little clit and he sucked hard but gently. “Ah, ah, ahhh.”

A finger slid into her spread opening and she was fingered hard while he continued sucking the pink bud. A second finger joined the first and Carl curled his knuckles slightly so they reached the sensitive spot at the top of her pussy. Jessica lifted her legs so her feet dangled in the air and bucked her hips against his face. Waves of pleasure shot through her body and she felt the beginning of an orgasm building. His tongue and fingers felt so good against her pussy, and the fact that it was Carl, her beloved Carl doing it, made the pleasure even stronger.

But before the orgasm got too close, Carl lifted his face and stopped fingering her. He gave her pussy a light smack and stood up. “Stay there,” he said. He took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly. Then he placed it against her slit, rubbing the head over her pink, wet folds. Jessica moaned in anticipation.

“Are you my little slut?” Carl asked while he massaged her pussy with his cock.

“Yes, Carl,” Jessica moaned honestly. “I’m your little slut. You can do whatever you want with me.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please fuck me!”

“Have you earned it?”

“No,” she said quietly. “But I promise to be better. Please, Carl, fuck my pussy.”

“Then you’ll have to work hard in the future,” Carl said. But before she could promise her obedience, he thrust his cock into her. He pushed into her pussy with a rough thrust of his hips, forcing her entrance to stretch and make room for his thick shaft. The first thrust hurt a little, but as he continued pumping his cock through her, the orgasm began building again. Jolts of pleasure streamed from her pussy to her toes, to her stomach, and through her entire sweaty body. She bounced back and forth on the desk and accidentally knocked over the expensive monitor as she writhed across the surface. Carl didn’t care; he kept fucking her as if he hadn’t had a woman in years. She squeezed his cock hard with her pussy, milking it with the muscles inside her. A hand closed around her throat. The grip was firm and tight, but it only made the ecstasy build more in her body. She was literally trapped in his grip, completely surrendered to his control. As he stood leaning over her, face sweaty and eyes hungry, one hand closed around her throat and the other gripping her thigh, he owned her. Completely, body and soul.

He bent down and kissed her passionately. Their tongues battled while he thrust harder and harder into her.

He pulled her up so she hung in his arms and continued fucking her standing. Her bare feet dangled up and down as she bounced in his embrace. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder, smelling his aftershave and sweat.

After a minute he turned her around so she was once again bent forward on her feet with her breasts pressed against the desk surface. His cockhead rubbed over her pussy, sliding back and forth in the soaking wet slit. It moved higher and nudged her tight asshole. Gently but firmly he pressed his head against her unfucked ass. Her sphincter gave way, reluctantly letting the tip through, and Jessica whimpered from both pain and arousal. She had never had a cock in her ass. Or anything wider than a fingertip, for that matter. But she didn’t protest. She was his. Her body was his to do with as he wished.

But he stopped with his head halfway into her sphincter. “I’m going to fuck you there soon,” he promised hoarsely.

“Yes, Carl, please take my ass virginity,” she mumbled, and she meant it.

He returned to fucking her pussy while pressing her hard against the desk.

“Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm,” she whimpered as his balls slapped against her. “Fuck me hard, Carl. Do whatever you want. I’m your slut!”

When he also started spanking her hard without stopping his deep thrusts, everything went black in front of Jessica’s eyes. She rose onto her toes as the orgasm crashed through her body, making her spasm in jerky convulsions. His cock continued relentlessly punishing her, his hand spanking her burning ass. The orgasm kept sending spasms, making her press her forehead hard against the wooden surface.

“AHHHHH!” she screamed. Then all strength left her and she lay limp over the desk while Carl continued fucking her.

“On your knees,” he ordered and pulled out. Dizzy and weak, she obeyed. Her legs gave way when she put weight on them and she sank to the floor. With effort she crawled up onto her knees and lifted her head. “Open.”

She opened obediently and stuck out her tongue while he stroked his cock with quick movements in front of her face.

The cum streamed in ropes into her waiting mouth. It hit her tongue, her lips, and across her cheeks and nose. She stayed still with her tongue out while he emptied himself over her. He continued milking his cock and soon her mouth was covered in a sticky layer of warm seed.

“Swallow it.”

Jessica closed her mouth and swallowed what had landed inside her lips. Then she wiped her face clean with a finger, scooping the cum toward her lips. She smacked loudly as she swallowed again.

“Clean,” Carl said and brought his softening cock forward. She tenderly closed her lips around the sticky head, sucking and licking the shaft until it was completely clean of cum.

“Good little slut,” Carl whispered. He looked at her with adoration and she smiled back.

“Was I really your good little slut?”

“You’re the most amazing person I know,” Carl said. He sank down beside her and they kissed again.

A few hours later they were still lying naked on the floor. Jessica lay with her head on his chest and one thigh over his leg. Carl seemed to be dozing, but Jessica couldn’t stop looking up at his face. She crawled up so her head was right next to his. He opened his eyes.

“I’m yours,” she whispered. “Are you mine?”

Carl gently stroked her hair and smiled. “I’m yours.”

The door closed behind Sara as she left to carry out the task Sigvard had given her. Maja turned to her husband.

“What are your plans for the girls? If she manages to bring the other maid here.”

Sigvard stroked his wife’s hips and pulled her close. She felt his breath against hers and gratefully met his lips. His coarse beard tickled her chin.

“Many years ago, when I first met David’s mother, my life was a little different. I traveled a lot, visited many places, and got to know people with a somewhat… sinful approach to life. A society with many members all over the world. They believe that to achieve true meaning in life, one must surrender to one’s inner impulses. And desires. Hold nothing back.”

“Okay…?”

“I spent many years with them and they taught me a great deal. That true pleasure is a process. It’s something you train for. And the highest form, according to us in the society, is the one between a Master and his slave.”

His hands slid down and gripped her ass cheeks. It made her giggle.

“It’s not for everyone. Some find no pleasure in the firm handling required to be a slut for a Master. But for a select few, it is the greatest pleasure they can experience. To completely submit to a man’s—or a woman’s—will. Sara is like that. She will never be happy with an ordinary man who makes gentle love to her every Friday. She needs something more.”

“And Lisa?”

“I don’t know yet. That’s what we’ll find out tonight. She isn’t like Sara, who hasn’t been able to control herself since she was very young. Lisa is reserved, well-raised, and God-fearing. Sara was ready to be a slave from the very first evening she arrived. But Lisa will need to be trained.”

“How?” Maja whispered while he massaged her ass. “How do you train a girl to become a slut?”

“She must be denied pleasure at first. Teach her that the better she becomes, the more she learns, the more pleasure she will receive. Give her goals and tasks, reward her when she succeeds and punish her when she fails.”

“Mmm,” Maja murmured, closing her eyes.

“Her first step is to learn to worship my cock. To understand that my seed is the key to pleasure.” Her husband gave her a light smack through the fabric. “But only if she wants it. It must be voluntary. In the end, she should enjoy it more than I do. Or just as much. And she must know she is free to leave whenever she wants. Those are the Society’s rules.”

“You met your first wife in the Society? You trained her to become your slut?”

He nodded, and his eyes grew sad. “I did.”

“Why didn’t you do that with me?”

He smiled sheepishly. “You were the daughter of a wealthy gentleman from the capital. I wasn’t sure if you would find pleasure in the slave role…”

“I would have,” Maja murmured longingly. “But I can be Mistress to your slaves. That will do nicely.”

“Good. Let’s see if Sara succeeds with her task.”

Maja watched the two girls as they positioned themselves in the bedroom. She couldn’t take her eyes off the new girl—Lisa—as she clasped her hands in front of her sex and nervously raised her gaze. She stood barefoot on the rug, wearing a thin nightgown that stretched tightly over her full breasts and only just covered her thighs. She curled her toes into the rug while Maja and her husband examined her.

“Where did you find this one?” Maja asked her husband. “She’s beautiful.”

“Indeed. Daughter of an old friend who moved overseas. He couldn’t afford to bring the whole family.”

“Poor thing,” she said. “We’ll simply have to take good care of her here.” She gently stroked Lisa’s cheek. “Are you nervous, sweetheart?”

“A little,” Lisa admitted.

“I understand. But it will be fine.”

“Do you know why you’re here?” the farmer asked.

“Yes.”

“How do you know?”

“I saw you once,” Lisa admitted, feeling her face flush. “When you… did things to Sara.”

“And what did I do?”

“You spanked her on the bottom and… between her legs. Then she sucked on your manhood.”

“And what did you feel then?”

“Warm… and wet between my legs.”

“You were horny?”

The blush spread wider. She seemed unsure how to answer. “Yes,” she murmured, eyes fixed on the rug.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” the farmer said. “It’s a natural feeling. Did you want to be treated like Sara?”

“A little, back then.”

“And now?”

“Yes,” Lisa whispered. She glanced shyly down at the rug, shame written across her reddened face.

“So you want to be like Sara? Ours, to use however we want and whenever we want?”

“Yes—” She cleared her throat. “Yes, I do.”

“Very well. Before we begin, I need to explain a few rules.” He sat in his armchair in the middle of the room, a glass of wine in his hand, leaning back as he spoke. “As long as you are here, you are our slave. You will do what we want without protest, whatever we ask of you. But… we will only ask once. We will not repeat ourselves. It is up to you to decide how you want things. No one is forcing you to be here, and it will stay that way. And if you choose to leave, it will not threaten your job. You will still be employed as a maid here and we will take care of you. But you will not be welcome back here, to our room, the next evening. Or the evenings after. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“And you will call me ‘Master’ when you address me.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He waited a few seconds, probably to see if she would choose to leave. But when she remained standing in the middle of the room, he nodded with satisfaction. “Sara, unbutton her nightgown.”

The young maid was quickly behind her and began gently unbuttoning the small buttons down the back. The maid trembled slightly as the thin garment fell to the floor, leaving her almost naked except for the panties covering her sex.

“Jesus,” Maja whispered. “What a sight.” She stared, mesmerized, at the young girl’s body. She had natural, curly hair, light as the sun, that fell over her shoulders and framed her full, jutting breasts. Her nipples were small and pink, pointing straight out in the cool night air. Her skin was almost as pale as her blonde, curly hair, and her hips were round and soft. The farmer’s wife circled her again and ran her fingers over her bare back. “Imagine when I had breasts this firm.”

“Beauty comes in many forms, my love,” the farmer said.

The farmer’s wife’s fingers closed over Lisa’s breasts from behind, weighing them and squeezing gently. “Her nipples are hard. You should feel them.”

“In time.”

Maja pinched the young maid’s nipples the way Patrik had pinched hers. She heard the girl gasp as she twisted them between her fingers. Was she enjoying it the way Maja herself had, or was it just a sound of pain? The farmer’s wife moved her fingers down to the girl’s sex, slipping past the thin fabric. She felt a coarse bush, but also warmth and wet pussy lips. The girl whimpered as Maja’s fingers played between her legs.

“It seems our little maid is horny,” Maja said over the girl’s shoulder. She held up her wet fingers as proof. “She’s hairy though. We’ll have to do something about that.”

The farmer nodded. “Sara, you heard your Mistress. Fetch the chair.”

The other maid, who had been standing obediently still with her hands clasped in front of her, immediately sprang into action. Soon a chair stood in the middle of the room, with maid Sara standing behind it, hands once again obediently clasped. It struck Maja how well-trained the girl was. She followed every wish without protest, eyes on the floor and back straight.

“Sara, free her,” the farmer ordered.

Sara sank to her knees behind her and slowly pulled the last garment down over Lisa’s hips. They slid down her thighs and landed at her feet. Lisa stepped out and kicked them aside. The girl’s hands instinctively moved in front of her private parts, but stopped before they could hide her sex from the farmer and Maja.

“A proper bush, but that was to be expected,” the farmer said.

“But beautiful nonetheless. She almost makes me feel self-conscious,” Maja admitted.

“You have no need to. No one can compete with you, my love,” the farmer said. “But we must do something about that bush. Immediately. Sara, fetch the scissors, razor, bucket, and soap.”

The maid stood still, naked before her two employers, while Sara ran off. The blush had spread down her face and across her neck. She played with her toes on the rug while she waited, gaze fixed on her feet. A short while later Sara returned with her arms full and pulled out a chair for Lisa to sit on.

“Put your feet on the edge of the chair and spread as wide as you can,” the farmer instructed.

“Yes, Master,” Lisa said. Her pale skin grew even redder as she spread her legs and opened herself completely to her audience.

“She’s wet, darling,” Maja said. “Her cunt is practically glistening.”

“Sara, you know the routine. Be careful, it’s her first time and she’s probably nervous, just like you were.”

“Yes, Master,” Sara replied. She knelt in front of Lisa’s spread legs and picked up the scissors. Then she went to work.

Maja sat on her husband’s lap while Sara bent over Lisa’s bushy cunt. The young maid sat still, but her bare skin was goosebumped and her nipples were hard as Sara worked on her sex. First the maid carefully trimmed the top of the light bush until only a thin layer of pubic hair remained. Then she lathered the cunt with a special soap. Lisa’s breathing deepened. Finally, she carefully let the razor do its work.

Maja felt her own sex begin to itch as the blush deepened on the maid’s face. She wondered how the girl felt, completely bare and exposed as she sat there with her legs spread wide while another maid slowly drew the razor over her pulsing cunt. She saw the girl twitch several times when Sara’s hands brushed over the sensitive spots, and she heard how heavy her breathing was. Maja took her husband’s hand and placed it over her own sex.

“Are you horny?” he asked, rubbing a finger between her pussy lips.

“Very.”

When Sara finally set down the razor and gently patted the maid’s cunt, both the outer and inner lips were spread and glistening. The maid kept her gaze lowered, face fully flushed, as she waited for the farmer’s response.

“Well done,” the farmer said. “It seems you’ve been waiting a long time to be touched so intimately. Isn’t that right, Lisa?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

“I think it’s time for our girls to show what they can do,” Maja said, finding it hard to sit still on her husband’s lap. “Sara, sit next to Lisa.”

Sara pulled up a chair and obediently sat beside Lisa.

“Show yourselves.”

Lisa glanced to the side and saw Sara pull her feet up onto the edge of the chair, lift the hem of her nightgown, and spread her legs wide. Lisa, who had just closed her legs after the shaving, once again opened her pale thighs.

“It’s properly glistening,” the farmer said. “Are you horny, Sara?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then do it. But slowly.”

The maid let her fingers wander between her legs, and Lisa stared at her as she began to touch her most sacred place seductively, eyes closed.

“And you, Lisa?” Maja asked while her husband gently played with her cunt. “What do you want?”

“I—” Lisa blushed and cleared her throat. “I don’t know.”

“Do you also want to touch yourself?” the farmer asked.

“…Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then do it.”

A little hesitantly, a little cautiously, and fully blushing, the girl began fingering the freshly shaved skin between her thighs. She parted the soft lips and slowly ran her middle finger up and down the slit, feeling the wetness forming. She seemed only vaguely aware that Sara was sitting naked beside her doing exactly the same thing. A moan escaped her lips as she began massaging one of her breasts with her free hand. She met Maja’s gaze through half-closed eyelids. The sight of the girl on the chair in front of her—so innocent and freshly shaved—made Maja’s arousal spike. She spread her own legs wider and met her husband’s fingers with her hips. She massaged her own full breasts through the thin silk robe and watched the two girls as they explored themselves. She realized how much she wanted to do with them, how far she wanted to take it. She wanted to see them play with each other, get fucked by her husband, get cum on their faces and in their mouths. She wanted to see them spanked, face-fucked, moaning in pleasure and pain. She had never been on this side before—the dominant side. Only the dominated. She found that she liked the role. And the night was still young.

Lisa lost all sense of time and space as she stroked her smooth, slippery cunt in front of her Master and Mistress. Never in her life had she felt what she was feeling now. The shame that colored her skin red mixed with arousal and pleasure, making her nipples stiff while her cunt pulsed.

“You seem inexperienced,” Mistress Maja said. “I assume you haven’t had much practice?”

“No, Mistress Maja,” Lisa answered.

“Sara, help her.”

Lisa opened her eyes and saw Sara slide down from her chair and sit in front of her. Her fingers glided over her thighs, caressing the light skin before settling over her cunt. Lisa gasped loudly as she once again felt the girl’s fingers against her swollen, wet lips. The fingertips slowly rubbed her sensitive clit and Lisa couldn’t stop herself from stroking her bare breasts.

“Kiss her,” the farmer ordered from his chair with his wife on his lap. His hands had slipped inside her silk robe, between her legs.

Sara rose with her hands on Lisa’s thighs and met her lips with her own. Lisa felt her tongue play against hers, and her own hands slid over the girl’s waist and onto her firm ass cheeks.

“Switch places,” the farmer ordered. “It’s time for our new slave to do her part.”

Lisa stood with Sara’s lips still pressed to hers. They spun around so Sara ended up in the chair and Lisa knelt in front of her. The young maid pulled her legs up and placed her bare feet on the edge of the chair. Her cunt opened up in front of Lisa. The light lips seemed to pulse. She repeated what Sara had done to her, running her index finger along the slit and playing with the pearl at the top. Sara moaned.

Suddenly she felt a hand grip her ass. It kneaded and massaged while she did the same to Sara’s cunt. A hand was placed on the top of her head and pushed her face forward, toward the glistening sex in front of her. “Stick out your tongue,” Mistress Maja whispered. “Taste the little slut.”

Lisa knew she could protest. That she could say stop at any moment, and that would be it. But her body was on fire, her cunt was itching, and every part of her screamed for more. So she obeyed her Mistress and met the maid’s cunt with her lips and tongue.

She tentatively touched it first with the tip of her tongue. Ran it over the swollen lips. It had a sharp taste, but not unpleasant. She kissed the slit the way she had just kissed the girl’s mouth, tongue playing.

Smack. She gasped as a hand loudly struck her ass cheek. “Lick her deeper.” Lisa pressed her face deeper into Sara’s cunt, pushing her tongue deep into the tight hole.

Smack. The palm struck her ass again and she involuntarily gasped with her tongue inside her friend.

“Keep going. Lick her until she screams,” Mistress Maja said.

Her face was now buried between Sara’s legs and she felt the hips meet her lips in a soft rhythm. The hand continued to spank her ass. It hit the same spot every time and a stinging redness slowly began to spread. Lisa moaned as the intensity increased.

“Make your little friend come. When she’s twisting in ecstasy and screaming your name, your punishment ends,” Mistress Maja explained and continued to firmly spank her ass in a steady rhythm.

The pain from Maja’s hand began to spread across Lisa’s backside. Her right ass cheek felt like it was burning, while her cunt screamed for attention. She couldn’t see anything, buried between Sara’s legs as she was, but she felt the thighs twitch and the maid twisting in the chair in front of her. Suddenly the maid’s fingers gripped Lisa’s hair and in a swift move Sara pulled her legs up so her bare feet locked behind Lisa’s neck, pressing her face deep between her legs until it was almost hard to breathe.

“You like that, don’t you, slut? When I spank your friend while she licks your cunt.”

“Yes, Mistress Maja,” Sara moaned. Her feet pressed harder against Lisa’s neck.

“Do you wish to be spanked too? To have your ass cheeks sting and blush like little Lisa’s here?”

“Yes please, Mistress Maja.” She ground her hips against Lisa’s face.

“Do you want to squirt on her sweet little face, the way your Master has squirted his seed on yours so many times?”

“Mmmm.” She seemed to have trouble forming words, and Lisa honestly had trouble hearing them, trapped as she was between the maid’s surprisingly strong thighs and Maja’s persistent spanking. The pain soon made Lisa whimper in time with every loud SMACK on her ass cheeks, but the pulsing cunt overcame the sting, giving her the strength to keep licking the freshly shaved pussy lips in front of her.

And suddenly Sara squealed, pressed Lisa harder against her sex and something squirted onto her face—something wet. Lisa’s nose and mouth were covered in streams of Sara’s juices as spasms ran through the maid’s body, but finally Sara released her and let Lisa lift her head. She turned toward Mistress Maja and the farmer, fully aware that her face was covered in Sara’s cunt juices.

The farmer had pulled out his cock and was slowly stroking it. It was so big! How had little Sara managed to fit it in her cunt? In her throat!? How would it fit in Lisa?

Mistress Maja stepped back and sat on the farmer’s lap, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and taking over the slow strokes. “Our maids must stay clean, right darling?”

“Of course,” he replied.

“You must clean each other every time you get dirty. That is the rule if you want to be our little slaves. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress Maja,” Sara and Lisa said together. They knelt in front of the couple, side by side, both naked, both flushed red. Sara was sweaty from her orgasm, her hair a mess, while Lisa’s face dripped with the other maid’s juices. Sara turned to Lisa and took her face between her hands. Their lips met first in a short but sloppy kiss, then her tongue traveled across her face. Lisa closed her eyes as the maid lapped up the cunt juices from her face with an almost cat-like tongue. Lisa tasted the juices as Sara returned to her lips in a hungry kiss.

“Good girls,” the farmer said. “I think you’re warmed up now. Time to repay the favor. Come here. On your knees!” Sara and Lisa crawled across the floor on their knees and rose in front of his half-hard cock. “Have you sucked a cock before, Lisa?”

“No, Master,” Lisa answered, her voice slightly shaky.

“Then it’s about time. It’s one of the most important skills a little slave can learn. Don’t you agree, darling?”

“Of course,” Maja said while she continued to stroke her husband’s cock. “An obedient slut must know how to please her Master.”

“I want to learn, Master,” Lisa said.

“Good. Come here!” Lisa crawled the extra meter until she knelt in front of the farmer and his half-hard cock. She felt butterflies in her stomach, but she straightened her back and obediently clasped her hands in front of her, waiting for instructions from her Master.

“Take my cock in your hand. Close your fingers around it and feel how it pulses.” Lisa did as he said. It was warm and powerful even though it wasn’t at full size.

“I feel it, Master.”

“This cock is from now on the most important thing in your life. It is more important than your work on the farm and more important than yourself. Repeat what I say if you understand.”

Lisa nodded. “Yes, Master. It is the most important thing in my life.” She felt herself being pulled deeper into the farmer’s grasp, how the small part of her that still doubted surrendered as she repeated his words. She was his and the cock in front of her was her everything.

“You shall worship this cock and take care of it. You shall give it everything it wants. Your will is no longer your own. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. My will is no longer mine. It belongs to you.” She felt lighter. As if her surrender freed her. She belonged to her Master and Mistress.

“Your body is mine to use however I want, whenever I want. You shall take care of it, keep it clean and nice, but fundamentally it is mine. Understood?”

“Yes, Master. My body is yours. You may do whatever you want with it.” The cock stiffened a little in her hand as she swore herself deeper into the farmer’s control. She understood that her submission made him horny.

“Good. I will give you many tasks, but sometimes you will not succeed with what I ask of you. When you have been stupid, disobedient, or made a mistake, I will need to punish you. You understand that too?”

“Yes, Master. I understand that you must punish me when I am disobedient.”

“Your punishments will hurt, sometimes for days afterward, but they are necessary for you to become as good and obedient a slave as possible. Do you understand that as well?”

“Yes, Master. You punish me for my own sake, so I can serve you better.”

“And just as you must be punished when you are disobedient, you will be rewarded when you have been good. Your rewards may vary. Perhaps I will let you touch yourself to orgasm, or let Sara lick you in front of me. But the absolute greatest reward you can receive is my seed on your face or in your mouth. That is your highest reward, and you must earn it. My cum will not be free.”

“No, Master. I must earn your cum.”

“But every time I shoot my seed, it must be cleaned up so it is not wasted. If you have earned it, you will get to help take care of it. Otherwise Sara will get it all. If both of you have been disobedient, my beloved wife will get to take care of it.”

“Yes, Master. Then Mistress Maja gets your cum.”

“Good. And one final rule. From now on you are not allowed to have an orgasm or touch yourself without my permission. No matter how horny you are, no matter how good it feels, you may not reach climax unless I have allowed it. You may beg nicely if you want to come, but if I say no, that is final.”

“Yes, Master. I may not touch my cunt or have an orgasm without your permission,” Lisa answered again. The last rule made her aware of how her cunt was throbbing. She decided to be as good a slave as she possibly could, to do anything to be allowed to touch between her legs again as soon as possible.

“Good. To prove your devotion, you will not be allowed an orgasm tonight. Tonight you will show me what kind of slave you want to become and how good you intend to be in the future. Understood?”

Lisa swallowed and tried not to show her disappointment. “Yes, Master. I will not have an orgasm tonight, or at all until you give me permission.” Her burning cunt screamed in protest, but she ignored it as best she could. It was easier said than done.

“I want to remind you that the offers from earlier still stand. You are free to leave now or whenever you want.”

“Yes, Master. I know.” She was free to leave. She would still have her job, her bed, and food every day. Her life would continue as usual. But she would not be welcome back into his bedroom. “I don’t intend to leave, Master. I want to be your slave.”

“Good.” His cock was harder in her hand, but still not fully erect. “Now show me how talented you are at sucking cock.”

Lisa turned her gaze back to the cock and bent down toward it. She was nervous, uncertain, but at the same time impatient to taste it. She remembered the image of Sara with the cock deep in her throat. The strands of saliva hanging from her chin when he pulled out. Would that be Lisa in a few seconds? Or would the farmer be gentle with her the first time? What had it been like for Sara the first time?

Her lips embraced the dark glans and she tasted the salty precum. She slid deeper down the shaft, running her tongue over the warm skin. The cock reacted in her mouth, slowly growing. Mistress Maja was still sitting on her husband’s lap and Lisa’s chin brushed against her bare thigh as she lowered herself deeper over the cock. She placed a hand on Mistress Maja’s thigh for support and sucked hard as she pulled back. The cock grew even faster now and Lisa wondered if it would even fit in her mouth when it reached full size.

“How does it feel, my husband?” Mistress Maja asked above her. She stroked Lisa’s hair.

“A little clumsy, but she has talent. With experience she will become a good cock slut,” the farmer said.

“She will get plenty of experience.” Mistress Maja grabbed Lisa’s hair, holding her head still while the cock hardened completely in her mouth. “Shall we see how deep she can take it?”

“Yes. Her throat must start training as early as possible if she is to learn.”

Lisa, who was already struggling to fit the cock in her mouth, felt the farmer’s wife’s hand push her deeper onto the cock. She felt the glans pass the root of her tongue and approach her throat. She realized she wasn’t even halfway down the cock, and yet she involuntarily gagged. She gasped for air and coughed as her head was pushed down another centimeter. She was held there for several long seconds before Mistress Maja eased her grip and let her up. She gasped heavily and felt an involuntary tear run down her cheek.

“You were good, but I think you can do better,” the farmer said. “Show me.”

“Yes, Master.” She returned to the cock. She sucked and licked, trying to figure out what he wanted. She fingered his balls while she sucked. Then she caught her breath and sank deeper. A hand pressed against the top of her head, forcing the cock deeper. The glans touched her throat. Her eyes watered and she fought the reflex to pull away. After a few seconds she pulled her head back and coughed. Saliva ran down her chin, but she returned to the cock. She would be a good little slave for her Master. She would earn that reward. Maybe he would even let her have an orgasm? Her burning cunt made her involuntarily twitch on her knees.

She continued sucking the cock, deeper and deeper each time. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get more than halfway down the thick shaft before it stopped. If she went any deeper she immediately started gagging and had to stop. She understood she had a reflex that needed to be trained away, and she decided to do it. She would practice on her own time until she could take the farmer’s entire cock in her mouth. She would become as good a slave as Sara.

“That’s enough,” the farmer finally said and firmly pulled her off his cock. Strands of saliva hung in the air between her chin and the cock as she gasped for breath. “You’re trying well, but you need more training. So I’ll give you some motivation. When you manage to take my entire cock in your throat and can hold it there until I count to five, I will give you permission to have an orgasm. But not before.”

“Yes, Master,” Lisa answered with a sinking heart. She wouldn’t be allowed to touch her cunt until she had taken his entire cock in her throat. It would take days, maybe weeks, before she learned that. How would she survive?

“Now it’s little Sara’s turn to show what she can do. I’ve waited long enough to fuck you in the ass. I had planned to save it for a special occasion, but I’ve waited long enough. Tonight I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Sara nodded, but Lisa could see she was a little nervous. Not as nervous as Lisa would have been if she had just learned that the farmer’s enormous cock was going to sodomize her, but still a little nervous.

“You will have twenty minutes to prepare. Lisa may help you, but you may not use anything else. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” the maid answered obediently.

“Time starts now.”

Sara got on all fours, legs spread and ass pushed out toward Lisa. She impatiently wiggled her backside to show she was waiting. Lisa realized it was her the maid was waiting for.

Lisa would be a good slave and give the farmer reason to reward her. Maybe, if she was very obedient, he would let her touch herself before she had learned to take his entire cock?

So she knelt in front of Sara’s pushed-out ass. She couldn’t resist squeezing the firm cheeks for a moment. It was satisfying to see how the skin moved when she lightly smacked the cheek. Then she spread them and looked down at the wrinkled opening. It really looked tight.

She licked a finger and placed it against the anal opening. She pressed slowly and heard Sara gasp. She continued pressing and felt the opening give way around her finger. She slid smoothly into Sara’s tight ass and felt the maid arch. It was so tight that it took force for Lisa’s slender finger to pass the knuckle. How would a whole cock fit?

It struck Lisa that she was currently sodomizing another girl with her finger. Why did Sara’s whimpering turn her on so much? What would her father and mother say if they saw her now? Their daughter, barely old enough to marry, with her finger deep in another girl’s ass. The thought made her blush, but she didn’t stop. How did it feel for Sara? Was it only pain, or was there pleasure too? The girl’s cunt was warm and wet, so at least she was horny.

One finger wouldn’t be enough if she wanted to handle the farmer’s cock. Lisa pulled out her finger, wet it between her lips, and pushed in two fingers, stretching Sara’s sphincter.

“Oh!” Sara moaned, but her voice was filled with pain-mixed pleasure. “Careful, please.”

Lisa took it slowly, but the tingling between her legs spurred her to push her fingers deeper. It was so arousing to feel the girl beneath her, to have her under control. Almost as arousing as being dominated herself.

If she hadn’t been so horny, she probably wouldn’t have done what she did next. If someone had asked her a few weeks earlier if it was something she would ever do, the thought would have disgusted her. But the situation, and the fire in her cunt, had her in its grip:

Lisa spat down between the ass cheeks and bent her head down. She tentatively stuck out her tongue. She heard Sara gasp when her tongue tip touched her back hole. The gasp was replaced by surprised but pleasurable sounds as Lisa began caressing the wrinkled button with her wet tongue. She alternated between lapping like a cat and rubbing her tongue against the center of the opening. The maid gasped even louder when Lisa firmly pushed her tongue into the opening, trying to force past the stubborn sphincter.

“Oh,” Sara whimpered. “Don’t stop… keep going…”

Spurred by the girl’s pleading words, Lisa dug deeper into the tight opening. She pushed in a finger, licking the opening while she fingered quickly. She felt it slowly give way, so she pushed in another finger. It was still far from the farmer’s cock, but better than nothing.

“That’s enough,” the farmer finally said. “Now you’re ready.”

Lisa backed away from Sara, who sighed disappointedly when the tongue left her ass.

The farmer and Maja stepped up behind her. Maja gently felt with a painted finger around the saliva-covered, wrinkled opening. She let her finger slide in. “Tight,” she said. “But no worse than I was the first time. It will hurt just the right amount for a while, but soon she’ll like it.”

“And you didn’t have Lisa to help wet the hole. Speaking of which. Slave!” He nodded at Lisa and pointed at the floor beside Sara’s pushed-out ass. Lisa obediently crawled over and opened her mouth. The farmer pushed his cock in without warning and Lisa once again let her lips and tongue massage the veined skin. She spat on the thick shaft, using her hands to spread the saliva until the cock was covered in a slimy layer.

The farmer positioned himself behind Sara. Lisa helped him place the cock between Sara’s ass cheeks. The maid stiffened as the cock slowly pushed in and breathed in sharply when her sphincter gave way to his glans. She lowered her head to the floor and squealed when the cock slid deeper into her. Lisa stared in fascination as the ass gave way to the farmer’s enormous manhood. She hadn’t known an anal opening could be so stretchable. When would her own ass be fucked? Would she be as brave as Sara, who bravely followed the cock with her hips, or would the pain be too great?

When would the farmer fuck her cunt?

“Come here,” Mistress Maja said. She placed her bare foot on Sara’s back, pulled her silk robe aside to expose her cunt, and pulled Lisa by the hair so her mouth ended up between her legs. Lisa obediently licked the cunt while the farmer began fucking Sara with deeper strokes. The girl moaned in pain, but the tone began to change. The pain didn’t disappear, but the cries became more and more pleasurable.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” the maid moaned every time his balls slapped against her sex. “Fuck my tight ass! I’m yours, Master. My body and ass are yours! Punish me however you want!”

Mistress Maja ground her cunt against Lisa’s face, who lapped with her tongue and sucked on the little clit, trying to make her Mistress feel good. It seemed she was doing well, judging by Mistress Maja’s gasping moans.

“You are such an obedient little slave,” the beautiful farmer’s wife murmured. “Such a good cunt licker.” She pressed Lisa harder against her cunt and jerked violently as an orgasm swept through her body. Lisa’s face became wet again.

The farmer grunted. “Slave, lie down under Sara, your head between her legs.” Lisa left Mistress Maja and crawled under Sara where she was bent forward on all fours. She wriggled forward until she lay on her back with her face under Sara’s dripping cunt and the farmer’s pumping cock. “Lick her while I fuck her.”

Lisa obeyed again and bent her neck to reach. The farmer’s balls slapped against her face as she licked the maid’s cunt.

The farmer’s pumping became more intense and soon he was fucking Sara’s ass with the same force as if it had been her cunt. Sara rocked back and forth in his hands, only encouraging him with her moans and pleading words.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.” The balls slapped against Lisa in time with the moans. “Keep fucking me, Master… teach me to be your good little fuckdoll… force me to be your obedient little slave… Oh!”

The farmer smacked her ass cheeks with his hand, making them blush while he fucked the maid hard. Finally, with a drawn-out groan, he pulled out his cock. “You’re getting cum today, Lisa. You’ve been good. But don’t swallow it all. You’re going to share with your slave friend.”

He stroked his cock faster, closed his eyes and aimed down at Lisa where she lay underneath. She obediently opened her mouth and the seed hit her face in scattered jets. Some landed on her tongue, some across her eyes and cheeks.

In the middle of the ejaculation he bent down and pushed his cock into her mouth. “Don’t swallow, this is Sara’s portion.” The cock spurted a few more loads into her mouth and she let the cum rest on her tongue. “Show me.”

She opened wide, showing she hadn’t swallowed.

“Good. Sara, take your portion!”

Sara, on shaky legs, turned around and positioned herself over Lisa. She lowered her face and met Lisa’s cum-covered lips. They kissed with the farmer’s seed between them, letting it flow back and forth between their mouths. Finally Sara slurped up a good amount of cum and knelt in front of the farmer. Lisa did the same, still with a substantial amount of cum in her mouth.

“Show me the cum,” the farmer ordered. They opened their mouths and showed that the cum was still there. “Good. Swallow and don’t forget to say thank you.”

Lisa swallowed and felt the salty taste as the cum ran down her throat. “Thank you for the cum, Master,” she said.

“Thank you for the cum, Master,” Sara said.

“You have both been good tonight. Sara, clean Lisa’s face and breasts. Then you can lie down in our bed. Tonight you may sleep with us as a reward.”

Sara licked up the cum that ran along Lisa’s sweaty skin. She made sure no drop was lost. Then they staggered over to the bed, Sara a little bow-legged. Naked and sweaty, they curled up between the farmer and his wife. Lisa felt the farmer’s soft cock against her ass cheeks where he lay behind her, an arm over her breasts absentmindedly playing with her stiff nipples. Mistress Maja did the same with Sara’s jutting bosom. Once again Lisa forced herself to lie still. Her cunt screamed and screamed, wanting to be freed from its chains. But she couldn’t touch it, not yet. She would be a good slave. She would learn everything the farmer asked of her. She would become his little fuckdoll, just like Sara. And when he allowed it, she would scream her orgasm across the entire farm.

She had made her decision.

Lina twisted the crotch of the panties between her thumb and forefinger. She could still see the dark stains where her pussy juices had soaked through the fabric. She closed her eyes and brought the garment closer to her face, right up to her nose. The scents were still there—faint, but unmistakable. She resisted the urge to press the wet crotch firmly against her nose and inhale deeply. Instead, she placed the soiled panties back in the drawer and turned toward the mirror again.

She looked like the poster girl for any Pentecostal church brochure. Dark blonde hair falling over her shoulders, a smooth, sweet face—quintessentially Swedish with its soft round shape and fair complexion. A light linen top with a thin cardigan over it, finished off with a cute skirt that ended just below her knees. No one could have guessed that the innocent-looking girl in the mirror also had a picture of herself—naked and covered in a stranger’s cum—as her phone wallpaper.

Lina glanced at her phone. The only thing staring back from the screen was her own cum-drenched face, smiling like a girl who had just received the best gift of her life. But there were no new texts. No messages from…

It had been two weeks since Martin had taken her. Since he had broken into her home in the middle of the night, tied her up, and done exactly what he wanted despite her resistance and screams. Two weeks since he had turned her into his… his toy. Since he had made her understand that there were feelings inside her that simply could not be ignored. Through force, light violence, and humiliation, Martin had ignited a fire in Lina that could not be extinguished. And she had tried. With her fingers and anything else she had at home. Long vegetables, pillows, the showerhead pressed hard between her clenched thighs. But nothing could satisfy the hunger that had been awakened in her. The only thing that appeared was an inner image of the man who had broken into her home that night and taken both her virginity and her dignity with a single thrust of his hips. And the shameful longing to be taken again. Hard. Without any regard for her own pleasure or wishes.

Why hadn’t he written to her? Should she write to him herself? Several times she had stopped herself from sending obviously desperate texts, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the impulses. Every day the fire between her legs grew stronger, sometimes leaving her struggling for breath. Occasionally she thought she saw him in town out of the corner of her eye, catching a glimpse of his face in the crowd, but every time she whipped her head around, he was gone.

“What has he done to you, girl!” Lina groaned in frustration at the image of her cum-covered face. “Stop it! You don’t need that damn man. You did just fine without him for twenty years, and you’ll do just fine without him for another sixty.” She pretended not to notice the twist in her stomach at the mere thought of never seeing Martin again, then left the apartment and strode determinedly toward the mission house for Sunday prayer.

An hour later she sat on a hard wooden bench, daydreaming while her father—the congregation’s pastor—led the service. Lina had grown up with his preaching, both as his daughter and as a member of the church, and by now she knew most of it by heart. She only needed to catch a few words here and there to follow along. The rest of the time she usually spent reflecting on her own life and the directions she wished it would take.

“You’ve of course all heard the story of Sodom and Gomorrah. You know the usual points. They were sinners—homosexuals, pedophiles, and so on—and the Lord punished them with His wrath. But the Bible itself never mentions homosexuality, nor does it define the exact sin of those cities. Nor is that necessary, since there are plenty of other passages that thoroughly cover every kind of human sin. No, the story is not meant to teach us what sin is, but what happens to those who abandon the Lord’s path. To those who refuse salvation when it is so simple, so close. In the story, Abraham searches for even one person in those cities worthy of being saved, to show the Lord that not everyone is evil. But Abraham finds only a single family worthy of being spared from the fire of wrath.”

Lina’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She squirmed, but couldn’t keep her fingers away.

Martin: Is that your father speaking so beautifully?

Lina’s pulse began to race. She looked around in every direction, trying to spot him in the pious crowd.

“Lot and his family are given the chance to leave, but everyone else in the two cities is burned to ash when the Lord’s wrath reaches them. I have always found this story thought-provoking. Is it meant to be a message against homosexuality, as so many use it? That feels like a rather narrow and boring interpretation to me. Is it meant to show examples of the Lord’s wrath and power? Possibly, but that is covered in many other passages as well. No, I believe the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah is meant to illustrate something much more everyday. How is it possible that only one family out of thousands was found worthy before God? How could sin have reached nearly every single adult man, woman, and child in those cities?”

Lina’s father let the silence stretch, his crooked smile plastered across his clean-shaven face. “There is one answer that explains so much—not only about those two cities, but about the world we live in today. Sin… is a disease. Sin is a virus. It does not stay in the person who gave birth to it, but spreads to those around it, just as a virus does. One person’s sin will never remain only their own—it will infect their neighbor. Who in turn infects their neighbor. And the neighbor after that. And so on.”

Martin: I like what he’s saying. He seems like a very wise man, your dear father.

Lina: Where are you?

She waited for long seconds with her eyes glued to the screen.

“We can see proof of how this infection works in society today. Look at how much it has changed when the infection has been allowed to run free. How much the world, our values, our morality, have changed in just a few short decades.”

Lina’s father took a dramatic pause and flipped through the leather-bound notebook he always held when preaching. “I received an email the other day. The sender was anonymous, but I suspect it was from one of you. The sender humbly asked for my thoughts on sexual promiscuity and ‘non-normative’ practices. And it was these points that led me to today’s topic, as I can find no better analogy to the Bible’s Sodom and Gomorrah. For the bitter truth is that we are all living in a Bible story. But the infection is no longer isolated to two cities far away in the Middle East. The internet is our Sodom and Gomorrah. A world-altering city built of ones and zeros, free to spread the infection of sin to every poor soul who owns a mobile phone.”

Martin: Look back and up.

Lina’s neck ached as she whipped around and looked up toward the balcony along the back wall of the church hall. There he stood, leaning against the railing with a sly smile on his lips. He winked when their eyes met, and Lina felt her heart hammering in her chest. She started to get up, but something held her in her seat—an instinct that she was about to do something wrong.

Lina: Can I come up to you?

Martin: What are you?

She swallowed and angled the screen so it would be harder for anyone nearby to see what she was writing.

Lina: I’m a slut who loves being punished. I’m a slut who loves your cock. I’m a slut who loves being fucked.

Martin: Come on up, my little slut.

Lina’s legs trembled as she rose somewhat sheepishly, sidestepping past knees and benches while murmuring apologies to mildly irritated congregation members. It felt like every eye in the hall was on her as she hurried toward the stairs leading up to Martin, head bowed and taking small, quick steps.

Her father, however, had not lost his composure. His voice bounced off the walls throughout her entire climb up the stairs.

“Compare our world today with the time before we were all connected. Forgive me if I’m a bit blunt now. Some of you may find it uncomfortable, but sin does not yield to discomfort. It spreads without regard for propriety. I will ask a few questions—answer as honestly as you feel comfortable.”

Lina finally reached Martin. He did nothing more to acknowledge her than to pat the railing beside him, showing her where to stand. He appeared completely absorbed in the pastor’s sermon.

“How many of you in here have ever come across pornographic material on the internet? It doesn’t have to be that you actively searched for it—just that it appeared on your screen in one way or another.” To make his point, Lina’s father raised his own hand with a meaningful expression.

After a few hesitant seconds of glancing at their neighbors, hands began to rise throughout the crowd. Martin had been one of the first, and when he raised an eyebrow at her, Lina followed suit with burning cheeks and lowered eyes.

“How many of you have seen a man and a woman having full penetrative sex in one form or another?” Again the pastor raised his hand, quickly followed by Martin and a few other brave souls. Lina didn’t dare do anything but raise her arm as well.

“How many have seen a man push his penis into a poor girl’s mouth?”

Whispers began to spread, but Lina’s father raised his hand and waited until the murmuring died down. “God is listening, good people. Hand up or hand down, the Lord sees the truth. You might as well be honest from the start.”

A hand belonging to a blushing girl with brown curls shot up from the sea of people, soon followed by more—including Lina’s and Martin’s.

“So…” Martin said as the hands began to lower again. “Do you think you’re the biggest whore in the room?”

“I—” Lina cleared her throat. “Yes. I think so.”

Martin glanced at her with that sly smile, as if he were holding back a secret. “I don’t.” He nodded down toward the curly-haired girl as her hand shot up again for yet another sinful question. “I think little Astrid is a bigger whore than you.”

“Astrid is just—” Lina frowned. “How do you know her name?”

Martin locked eyes with her, and she felt herself look away. The wetness was starting to run down the inside of her thighs again.

“Astrid isn’t a bigger whore than me,” Lina whispered hoarsely, eyes lowered. “She’s just a girl.”

“Eighteen years old, about to finish her second year of high school. And apparently a dedicated porn connoisseur.”

“I don’t understand, how do you—”

“How often do you watch porn, whore?”

“Not that much,” Lina answered honestly, her cheeks burning. It felt like she couldn’t answer correctly no matter what. “Only sometimes… when I’ve had wine and I’m…”

“And you’re?”

“Horny,” she whispered.

“When you’re a horny slut,” Martin nodded. “Like right now?”

She looked down at the floor and nodded. She caught herself shyly glancing up at him from under her bangs, tense about his reaction.

“When was the last time you managed to have an orgasm, horny slut?”

“I don’t know…”

“Are you lying to me?”

Lina swallowed. It felt like a spotlight was shining on her as she nodded. “Two weeks ago. When you took me.”

“And you’ve tried every day since then, haven’t you? Petting that wet, desperate cunt. Rubbing yourself against pillows and furniture. Stuffing anything you could between your legs and pretending it was a hard cock fucking you.”

“Yes,” she admitted hoarsely as the heat between her legs spread through her body. A single trickle had already slid down her thigh and passed the hem of her skirt. How could it be enough for him to just stare at her with those intense eyes…? She already felt on the edge of coming and involuntarily clenched her thighs in spasmodic movements.

“But it wasn’t enough, was it? No matter what you do, deep down you know there’s only one thing that can give you release.”

Lina nodded. A sob escaped her.

“What do you need?”

“You,” she whispered. “I-I need you.” She closed her eyes as she completely gave in to desperation and lust. “Master.”

“You need me and my cock,” Martin confirmed, and she saw a satisfied smile tug at the corners of his mouth. That small sign of approval sent a warm feeling vibrating behind her breast.

“Yes, Master. I need your cock.” So this was where she had ended up? So quickly?

Martin nodded contentedly again and turned back to the railing, looking down at the podium where Lina’s father stood preaching. “On your knees, slut.”

Her body went into overdrive at his authoritative tone. Shame and embarrassment washed over her, but the terrible itch between her legs forced her to obey. Before the conscious part of her could even register the movement, she had sunk down behind the railing and was on her knees with her eyes level with Martin’s crotch.

“Lick.” His voice was monotone, indifferent, and he remained leaning forward over the railing with his attention directed down at the congregation. Lina squeezed in between his legs and the railing, warm fluid running down her thighs, and stuck out her tongue. She licked over the crotch of his jeans, feeling the rough fabric and the contours of his balls and cock. Something broke inside her and she pressed her face between his thighs, licking and sucking over his fly while savoring the warmth and the small twitches she felt against her tongue.

“Open me.”

Lina eagerly raised her hands.

“No. With your mouth. Hands behind your back.”

She sobbed with pent-up horniness and used her teeth to get a grip on the thin zipper. She could feel his cock against her cheeks as she twisted and turned her head, trying to create enough space for her teeth to close around the small tab. Finally, with half-choked sobs and her father’s voice in the background, she managed to open Martin’s fly.

She gasped when she saw that his cock was bare inside his pants. No underwear—just wonderful, naked skin. She whimpered and pushed her mouth inside the fly. Her lips closed around the foreskin covering his glans and she sucked the soft shaft into her mouth.

Almost immediately she felt a hand grip her hair. His fingers dug deep, making her scalp sting, but a shiver ran through Lina’s body—a warning of the orgasm already building. It tingled between her legs and she rolled her hips in soft, circular movements while Martin’s cock grew and slid deeper over her tongue, toward the roof of her mouth.

The hand pulled her face into his crotch, forcing her nose into his trimmed bush and holding her there as his cock continued to swell. Lina moaned and sobbed, but with relief and lust, with her throbbing cunt and the undeniable pleasure of the pain from his grip on her hair.

“I really hit the nail on the head when I read you,” Martin said from above. “You’re an incurable whore. A slut made to serve the nearest available cock.”

“Yes, Master,” Lina whimpered around the cock in her mouth. “I’m just a little horny slut who needs to serve my Master and his cock.”

The swollen shaft left her mouth and she was pushed downward, toward his hairy balls. “Lick, whore. Lick your Master’s balls. Like a dog licks its owner’s face.”

She lapped frantically with her tongue over the rough skin. The curly hair grew wet with her saliva, but she licked every millimeter of her owner’s balls, savoring the scent and the feeling of being his good girl.

It had been two weeks since she had last felt… alive. Fourteen days of frustration, emptiness, and a terrible, constant horniness.

And now, finally, with her owner’s rough balls pressed against her face, Lina felt all the stress drain from her. Like poison being sucked out of her body. She could breathe again! Mentally, at least—the cock that once again forced its way between her lips blocked all airways as it pushed past the roof of her mouth and toward her throat.

She began gagging and retching almost immediately, but Martin held her firmly with both hands clenched in her blonde hair. Lina realized how stupid she had been for not spending the two silent weeks training her throat for Martin’s cock. She could have spent every morning, afternoon, and evening preparing her body for him. Taking things deep in her throat, Googling sucking techniques and tips, doing Kegel exercises for her pussy… She had been a dumb, worthless slut. A selfish whore who had only thought about herself when she should have been thinking about her owner’s needs.

And when Martin’s cock pushed into her throat, forcing her to take the shaft through coughing and retching sobs, she was punished for her selfishness.

It didn’t take long before the slow, deep thrusts turned into a proper facefuck. Lina knew she should be worried about whether her choking sounds could be heard as Martin pushed past her throat’s defenses and drove deep with every thrust, but she simply couldn’t summon the willpower to care. Her cunt sent waves of pleasure through her, and she wondered if she was about to come just from being throat-fucked… Had she really fallen that far? Had she already become such a desperate whore that a cock in her mouth was enough to make her come?

As her owner thrust his cock into her throat, forcing strands of saliva to drip down her chin and onto the floor, Lina heard her father’s sermon in the background.

“Sin spreads without regard for age, gender, or even national borders. Gomorrah and Sodom were two cities of sin, and the Lord could cleanse them from His creation with the fire of His wrath. But the world we live in today is different. Sin is not isolated behind any city walls. It is everywhere. Through invisible waves in the air. Behind endless addresses on the internet. We cannot lock it away or flee from it. And the Lord has stopped sending His fire upon the earth. He has left us to fight this sin ourselves, because He knows that is the only way we can grow.”

Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck. Lina’s chin was sticky with saliva and precum. Her head was locked in a static position between Martin’s hands as he thrust hard and mercilessly into her open mouth. Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck.

“This is His final test. So many times the Lord has saved us from sin. With fire. With floods. With His son, who sacrificed Himself on the cross for our sins. Now it is our turn. A parent must eventually find the courage to let go of their children and let them learn for themselves. Give them the chance to grow. That is what the Lord is doing for us now. Giving us the chance to grow.”

Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck. Lina came almost instantly when Martin’s palm struck her cheek in a stinging slap. Her eyes rolled upward, showing the whites as another wave of euphoria tore through her with the next slap. At the same time she felt something press between her legs. Without being able to control herself, she wrapped her hands around the foreign object and pressed it against her leaking cunt. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized it was Martin’s shoe-clad foot she was grinding against like a bitch in heat, but with his cock deep in her throat, the slaps against her cheek, and the smooth leather between her thighs, she simply couldn’t find the space to feel ashamed.

“Don’t you dare come, whore slut,” Martin hissed down at her between thrusts. “Not until you have my cum in your mouth. Sluts like you don’t get to come before their Master. And don’t swallow until I tell you to either.” He slapped her again, harder than before. Lina nearly burst into tears of frustration. The orgasm was right there! Not even an arm’s length away! It took all her strength—the entire depth of her concentration—not to come while her cunt humped against his shoe and leg. She saw herself from the outside, crouched with her skirt hiked up to her waist and her hips jerking in lightning-fast micro-movements against Martin’s shoe, which she pressed against herself with frantic desperation. At the same time, Martin’s cock slammed in and out of her mouth, penetrating her throat with every thrust, producing choking sounds and making saliva and tears drip onto the floor while Lina fought not to give in to the lightning and stars playing across her vision.

“Now. I’m coming now, whore slut. Take my load in your mouth and hold it. Don’t swallow until I give you permission. So… so… so…” He thrust down into her throat with every whispered word. “So… so… so… so there! Take my load, little horny slut!”

The cock pulled back and rested against the tip of her tongue as it began to twitch and pulse.

She came with the first spurt.

The moment the first jet hit the roof of her mouth, spasms shot through her body. She rubbed her clit harder against the shoe and when the next jet hit the inside of her cheeks, everything went black for a second. Just a second, but enough. Fireworks exploded from her cunt and spread in every direction. Down to her toes, up through her arms and fingers. Across her stomach and her stiff nipples. Across her face and eyes. She was a spasming orgasm machine with cum spurting into her mouth while her cunt was dry-humped by her Master’s leather shoe. And it was the best, most pleasurable moment of Lina’s life.

“Open your mouth for the camera, whore. Show what a slut you are with your mouth full of cum.”

Lina swayed, but obediently settled on her knees with her hands on her thighs and opened wide so Martin’s phone got a good angle into her mouth and the cum resting on her tongue. She sat still, obedient and euphoric, while he took picture after picture with her father’s sermon echoing in the background. She saw him switch to video. “Swallow now and smile for the camera. Don’t forget to thank me for getting to take your Master’s cum in your mouth.”

Lina felt the saltiness as she swallowed the entire load in one determined gulp. He had come as if he hadn’t cum in weeks! She smiled straight into the camera, cheeks red, forehead damp with sweat, and hair messy. “Thank you, Master, for letting me take your wonderful cum in my mouth and swallow it all. I love swallowing my Master’s cum.”

Martin stepped forward and dragged his half-hard, sticky cock across her cheeks, smearing saliva and cum over her flushed skin. “Does my slut want to get fucked? Feel a cock in her cunt? Taken hard like the stupid, worthless whore she is?”

Lina moaned and nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, Master!”

“Then you have to earn it.” With a brutal step back, he tucked his cock away and zipped up his fly.

“How?” Lina whimpered. She could already feel her cunt aching for more, how the promise of his cock made it hard to think.

“Find another whore like you. Bring her to me and watch while I fuck her. Then, after I’ve watched you lick my cum out of her dripping cunt, I’ll take you again.”

Lina swallowed. “But… where am I supposed to find her? How? I don’t know anyone who—”

Like me?

“That’s your problem, slut. But I trust you’ll solve it. If I were you, I’d look in your immediate surroundings. Like I mentioned earlier, you’re not the only whore in this congregation.”

Astrid? Was that who he meant?

In the background, Lina’s father continued preaching. “And God’s trials are created out of love, but His judgment is just and harsh…”

“When did you last challenge your boundaries? When was the last time you let go of that…” Martin traced a finger along the bare skin of her chest, just above the fabric edge of the black camisole. Lina felt sparks ignite along her spine and swallowed audibly. “…life preserver you have around your heart?”

“That…” Her voice was rough, and she cleared her throat, tearing her gaze away from his piercing eyes. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“Can’t? Or don’t dare?”

“Both…?” Why was her voice so weak? Barely more than a whisper. She glanced shyly up at him through her bangs, waiting for a response. For confirmation?

She felt more than saw as he leaned back and draped his arm over the sofa cushion. His hand hung loosely just above her shoulder, mere centimeters from her bare skin. Lina wished she had worn something with long sleeves instead of the sleeveless top she had chosen for the evening.

It had started so innocently. She and her colleagues had grabbed a beer after work. An impulse had made her throw out a question about whether anyone wanted to join her for a small after-party at her place, but only Martin had accepted her invitation. The thought of being alone with another man—one she barely knew, even, as he worked in a different department—had made her slightly uncomfortable, but his disarming manner had calmed her during the short walk home.

Now, however, she felt the discomfort growing again. Not necessarily out of fear of the man himself, but for other reasons… His finger brushed her shoulder, the movement light as a feather but impossible to ignore.

“Is that something you wish you could do, Lina?” Martin asked. “To let go? To taste freedom?”

“Maybe. But I don’t think I can.”

“Why not?”

“My… my family is quite strict about such things. We don’t let go much. Rather, we hold on tighter. Bury it deeper.”

“I see. Religious?”

Lina nodded.

A satisfied smile flashed across Martin’s lips. “I thought I recognized the signs. I must say, I’m a good judge of character.”

Lina laughed and took another sip from her wine glass. Through the glass, she saw his eyes scrutinizing her, not entirely unlike a predator.

“Do you want help, Lina?”

“What do you mean?”

“Help to break free? To liberate yourself?”

“I-I… I don’t understand…?” Her heart hammered behind her breastbone, making it hard to think. There was something in his tone, a subtle hint she couldn’t quite put her finger on… But it made the hair on her arms stand on end.

Martin didn’t answer for several long seconds. “I am a good judge of character,” he repeated. “Remember that, Lina.”

Those were the last words she thought of before she fell asleep a few hours later, after Martin had politely thanked her for the bed and left the apartment. What had he meant by that?

“HMMMF!” She threw her eyes open just as her jaws were forced apart by something hard and plastic. The shape was round, and she felt small air holes as she frantically dragged her tongue over its surface. The ball gag was secured by two straps that closed behind her neck, and when she tried to use her arms to break free from… whatever was happening, she realized with horror that her hands were tied behind her back. She pulled and wriggled, but the ropes didn’t bend an inch. Simultaneously, she felt a hand on her hip and another stroking her along her waist, up inside the t-shirt she always slept in.

“SHTOP! MLET GO!” She tried to throw herself out of his grip while screaming through the ball, but all she managed to do was splatter the sheet beneath her with saliva.

“Shhh,” a voice cooed. Calming, as if she weren’t just in a strange man’s grasp. As if she were a child needing comforting. “Everything is in order. You don’t need to worry.”

She recognized the voice. “Marn?”

“Yes, it’s me. It’s Martin.”

“WY ARE YU DOING?” she shrieked as the hand continued to stroke the skin inside her t-shirt. She felt so helpless, bound at mouth and hands, lying on her stomach clad only in panties and a thin t-shirt, unable to even express herself clearly.

She felt his weight shift as two legs settled on either side of hers. Fingers squeezed and caressed her buttocks, pushing the panty fabric down into the soft cleft so she lay completely exposed to her tormentor.

“I’ll give you what you need.” His breaths grew heavy as, through her jumping resistance, he squeezed and slapped her pale buttocks. “Trust me, Lina. This is what you want.”

Before she could gather her thoughts, she was bent backward as one of his arms snaked under her chin and wrapped around her neck. Her back arched, forced to capitulate as the arm pulled her tightly.

“Before I’m finished, you will have confessed the following things: One. You are a slut who loves to be punished. Two. You are a slut who loves my cock. Three. You are a slut who loves to be fucked. And you will mean all three.”

Lina shook her head frenetically. But simultaneously, through it all… why was she so warm between her legs?

She was like a doll in his hands as she was ripped up from the bed and thrown over his jeans-clad thigh. She squirmed with bare feet, trying to break free again, but it was a hopeless struggle.

“You’re a stubborn slut, aren’t you? But that’s okay. I like taming my slaves.”

She realized why he had placed her over his knees, and her resistance became more vigorous. A moment later, the palm of his hand landed on her exposed left buttock.

“AAAHHH!” she shrieked, more from surprise than pain.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The shock hadn’t even subsided from the next few hits. Her screams, whimpers, and roars—though muffled by the ball between her teeth—stemmed primarily from the surprise and humiliation of being spanked by a strange man. But as her white skin began to redden under his hand, her moans of resistance also began to change tone. From high, shrill, and offended to low and whimpering. Her thighs beneath her twisted slightly with each strike, enough for her to anticipate the palm as it flew toward her stinging, hot skin. It was enough for her to involuntarily inhale through her teeth and cry out in helplessness.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The pain was unbearable, excruciating, and… so warm.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

She lay with her face buried in the bedclothes, which had darkened from saliva and tears. Lina cried deeply and wailing, but no longer from pain. She cried because no matter how much she fought against it, no matter how much she showed that she DIDN’T WANT TO BE SPANKED, she knew that Martin could feel the warmth and moisture from her panties. He must hear the small tones of pleasure she failed to hold back. He must have picked up on how she rubbed her clit against his knee, unconscious at first but involuntary throughout, as the palm ignited a fire between her legs.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

A hand grabbed carelessly at her hair, and she howled like a trapped puppy as the stinging slaps increased in intensity. Her hips began to swivel over his firm thighs, pressing and grinding against him. She breathed in short, panting gasps, lost in the chaos of emotions. Reduced to her most basic instincts.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Faster, she cried silently in her thoughts. And harder… please…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Ah! Harder!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Yes! Ahh! Harder Harder!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ahhh! YES! Arder! Shpank me arder!”

Just as the orgasm washed over her, she realized she had screamed the last part aloud. If possible, the ensuing anxiety spurred yet another wave of ecstasy, sending her thrashing and kicking over the strange man’s legs. Saliva swung in long strands along her chin and down toward the mattress. Her bare feet kicked, her toes curling until they felt like they might snap off.

When the storm ebbed, she slid limply off Martin’s knees. Sweaty strands of hair obscured her vision as two hands unbuckled the strap around her head, freeing her jaw and lips. She still sobbed, but was herself unsure why. She was humiliated. Her ass stung and burned. Her face glistened with saliva, sweat, and tears. Her arms were nearly numb, still tightly bound behind her back where she lay on her stomach with her head hanging loosely over the edge of the bed. But when she heard Martin’s footsteps approaching, followed by the rattling of a zipper, she did nothing more than shyly tilt her neck upward and follow as he opened his zipper.

She swallowed as the member was freed and stared with wide, deer-like eyes as the swaying cock, veiny and ready, approached.

“Open.” Martin’s voice was rough, but determined. She threw a fearful glance up at him. He was sweaty too, with a shining ring along his hairline. But despite the harsh voice and the hand that once again gripped her hair, his eyes were… tender?

She swallowed a silent sob and parted her lips. The taste was salty and sweaty, inherently unpleasant, yet... fuck.

Lina’s tongue tentatively stroked along the thick shaft, feeling the veins and the small pulsating beats.

“See. You are a slut. You have never felt better than you did just now. More alive. More free.”

Lina met his eyes as he spoke, following him through her bangs as he pushed deeper into her mouth.

“You need this. Someone who takes you. Without asking, without waiting. Someone who doesn’t ask for permission or apologize. Just takes what he wants and gives you what you need.”

She felt a first gag reflex escape her throat as the head approached the soft palate. She grunted as tears welled up again. By instinct, she tried to pull away, but the grip on her hair held her in place with her lips around his member. She gagged again and a tear ran down her cheek.

“Good, continue. Hold it, as long as you can. Don’t forget to keep licking. Use your tongue. Good girl. Make me proud now.”

Just as her neck began to twitch in spasms, the pressure eased and she coughed and drooled as her mouth was released from its intruder. She breathed through her mouth and nose, gasping for air while Martin dragged his member over her wet cheeks and lips. He scooped up a slimy string of saliva from the head and smeared it over her already messy face. Lina knew she should feel disgusted. Shamed by his treatment. She was nothing more than a cheap whore in his hands, humiliated and used for nothing. But instead, she found herself raising her chin and sticking out her face so he could reach better as he painted a messy tableau over her forehead, nose, and cheeks. A soft, passionate moan fled her lips and her eyes half-closed.

He entered again, between her wet cheeks and over the waiting tongue. Deeper this time, harder. Toward the throat. Through the panting breaths and choked coughs, she felt his hips pump against her, drilling deeper down toward her neck. Her vision blurred, saliva leaked and swung in thin strands under her chin. Martin’s breathing grew heavier.

“Good girl. Good slut. That’s all you are. An obedient, desperate slut who craves cock. Isn’t it? Nod for me, whore.”

Lina nodded, her mouth stuffed to the bursting point. When he pulled out again, she realized how much it tingled between her legs.

Martin took a couple of steps back and looked down at her. “Lie on your stomach with your ass facing me.”

When Lina didn't move for a few seconds, caught in a silent battle with herself, Martin tilted his head. “Maybe you’d rather I leave?” He made a move to turn toward the door, but Lina whined after him:

“Wait!”

He stopped.

“Why?”

“J-just… wait. I-I’ll… I’ll do it… if you want…” Humiliated and with her cheeks burning with self-loathing, Lina rolled over until she lay with her red buttocks pointing toward the intruder, who slowly massaged his erect cock. She felt the bed give way under Martin’s knee as he climbed onto the mattress, and a few seconds later her wrists were freed from their ropes.

Lina’s hands were now entirely her own. She could use them to strike back… to resist. Instead, she found herself placing them as supports against the mattress as she buried her forehead deeper into the sheets.

Her body trembled. His nails drew lines over her exposed hip, and she panted involuntarily when a finger hooked around the panty waistband and slowly pulled backward. Centimeter by centimeter, the panties slid past her buttocks, over her thighs, and finally her feet.

“Lift your ass,” Martin ordered. “Show me your pussy.”

Lina wanted to sink through the mattress, join whatever awaited beyond the earth’s crust. But a stronger part of her, the one that had screamed in orgasm when spanked red, the one who had swallowed his cock deeper and deeper to please her master, who had looked up through tears to see if he liked what she was doing when she sucked and licked with her tongue… that part crawled up onto her knees, still with her face buried in the mattress and the rumpled duvet.

She imagined what she must look like from Martin’s perspective. How she sat folded like a pocket knife, her breathing heavy between quiet sobs, while she with trembling movements swayed her reddened ass in wait for… something.

“Good girl.” She held back a squeak when his hands once again began to stroke and squeeze the surrendered buttocks. “Like a bitch in heat, waiting to be mounted.”

That was exactly how she felt. Like a dog in heat, submissive and horny. Her pussy burned, making it hard to sit still, especially when his fingers slid between her thighs and up toward her parted labia.

“Ahh,” she moaned with closed eyes when the fingers began to explore the dripping crevice. The swollen lips yielded to his sure movements, and Lina found herself spreading her legs even further, giving the playful fingers room for their dance. She felt his breath as he crawled up into the bed and leaned over her, his mouth right at her ear.

“Say what you are.” He emphasized the words with his finger, letting it brush the sensitive pink pearl, and Lina moaned louder.

“I-I’m a slut,” she whispered, still with her eyes tightly closed, as if trying to separate herself from the words escaping her lips.

“Good girl.” He rewarded her by stimulating her stiff clit. “Whose slut are you?”

“I’m your slut,” she continued, unable to help but wag her ass when his hand pulled back, out of her pussy.

“And what does my slut love?”

She remembered what he had said earlier. His promise of how this would end.

“Your slut loves to be punished,” she mumbled, frustrated by the lack of fingers between her legs.

SMACK! She shrieked when the sensitive skin once again met his palm.

“And what else?”

“Your slut loves your cock,” she continued, trying to sway her ass invitingly toward him. It felt like she was about to burst. Her whole body screamed for touch. For his fingers and hands and… his hard, wet cock.

“Such a good little girl,” he whispered. “So warm, so horny. So obedient and willing. Like a horny bitch, aren't you?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpered and sobbed in frustration. “P-please…”

“Please what? What does my little slut want?”

“Your cock…” A part of her shattered as the words seeped out. “Your slut wants your cock in her pussy…”

“Mmm,” he hummed appreciatively and squeezed her ass tightly. Lina quivered breathlessly. “A real horny bitch. Bark for me.”

“W-what? What do you…”

“Bark like a dog for me. Now.”

“A-arf…” The whispered bark was so low that Lina barely heard it herself. A hand grabbed her hair, bent her neck back, and pulled until the roots ached. “AAAAH!” she shrieked.

“Louder. Like a real bitch, hungry and waiting.”

“ARF!! ARF!!” The high-pitched barks shattered the last remnants of Lina’s former self. She was no longer the free-spirited, innocent girl who had felt ashamed when rewatching the sex scenes of Game of Thrones. No longer the girl who had tentatively tasted her own sexual juices only to immediately turn red and embarrassed. Now she was the slut Lina, a girl who would beg, plead, or bark like a dog to still her arousal. To be rewarded with her master’s cock.

“Yes! Good slut.” Martin’s hand returned to her pussy, feeling and fiddling for a few seconds while Lina moaned passionately. A minute later, she felt a pungent scent near her nose. “Open.”

Lina opened her mouth and tasted herself on his fingers. She sucked with ecstasy, eyelids still closed, and moaned softly. When his two fingers traveled down her mouth, over the tongue, and down toward the soft palate, she accepted him without protest. She opened wider and held on as the coughing, gagging, and tears began. When his fingers left, now covered in her slimy saliva, she obediently presented her face so he could wipe them on her cheeks and lips.

“Is my slut ready for cock?” her master asked.

“Yes,” she breathed and nodded eagerly. “Your slut needs your cock…”

“Good. Spread your buttocks as wide as you can. Let me see everything.”

Her cheeks burned, but she released the support of her hands and moved them backward, toward her swaying ass. She spread the soft skin on either side of her hole, exposing herself completely to Martin, who released her hair and pulled back to admire his work. For several long minutes, Lina lay with her face pressed hard against the mattress while her hands held her buttocks spread. She heard the click of a mobile phone camera, and the humiliation nearly made her let go and curl up. But the burning lust that made it tingle between her legs and the saliva that stained the bedclothes… those kept her in place.

Finally, she felt the mattress give way again as Martin stepped up. She heard him loosen something before a soft leather strap was fastened around her neck, the tail end threaded through the strap’s metal grommet so that the leather pulled tight like a leash, putting pressure on her throat.

And if possible, she felt the horny slut Lina become even hornier.

And then suddenly something was sniffing between the widened buttocks, something hard, wet, and pointed. It first pressed tentatively and softly against her upper, tighter hole. Lina inhaled through her teeth and mumbled against the wet fabric pressing against her face:

“Please, not there…”

“Don’t worry, my little one. I won’t fuck your ass today. Just want a little taste. And when I tell you to, you will present your tight little ass hole just as you are now. Won't you, slut?”

“Y-yes,” she answered. “Your slut will spread her ass for you.”

The pressure against the sphincter eased, and Lina let out a sigh of relief. The air had barely left her lungs before Martin’s hand pressed against her mouth. A rolled-up bundle of fabric was pressed between her lips, and she felt the pungent taste of pussy as the cotton touched her tongue.

“Something to taste while I fuck your pussy to pieces.” Lina realized it was her own wet panties she was tasting in her mouth. Her first instinct was to spit them out, but she resisted the impulse and was rewarded by a probing head settling behind her waiting pussy. “I’m going to take you now.” His head was anchored between Lina’s swollen labia, the very tip at her narrow pussy opening. “I don’t know if you’re a virgin, but if this is your first time, it will hurt. I won’t hold b-”

Martin had no chance to finish, for Lina pressed sharply backward, fast and resolute. The cock penetrated her, from head to root, in a single sweep, as Lina made a final independent decision. It was true that she had been raped and humiliated. And equally true that she had found herself loving it. But at least this final act had been her own.

“MHMFFF!” she panted through the panties. Without the fabric, her scream would have sounded loud and shrill. Lina was not technically a virgin. In many weak moments, she had inserted things between her legs. First her fingers, then the handle of her toothbrush. Once she had let a carrot slide into her warm slit, and on one truly shameful morning, she had ridden herself to orgasm over the oval tips of her bed's headboard. But it was still the first time she had a man’s cock inside her, and he was larger than a carrot. By a wide margin.

“Ahh!” he grunted, and the strap tightened around Lina’s neck. Not enough to hinder breathing in an alarming way, just enough to make it felt. She breathed heavily through the panties as a hand pulled her head back, arching her neck with a painful grip on her hair. “Is this how you want it, whore? To be fucked without mercy? Without thought of you or your own pleasure?”

Yes, she thought. That was exactly what she wanted. She was a whore. A cheap slut, a fuck-doll, meant to be used and dismissed as nothing. Tears continued to flow, but Lina herself didn’t know if they came from pain, shame, or relief at her new revelation. A spitball hit her face, and it felt like she was floating on clouds. And then he began to pump his hips, fucking her just as he had promised. Hard, brutal, and bereft of mercy.

Lina felt the painful shock replaced by undeniable pleasure. She clamped her slit around the broad piece of meat that pushed harder and harder past the conflicting muscles. She bit hard into the panty fabric, using it as an anchor as pain, pleasure, and passionate surrender spurred her closer and closer to the edge. Martin’s hips hit her buttocks with every thrust, shoving her forward in the bed only to pull her back by the hair and the strap. The mattress creaked as the rhythm increased in tempo.

“Mhm, mhmm, mhmm, mhmm,” Lina moaned through her fabric-stuffed mouth. Another spitball hit her cheek.

Again! she thought, hoping her tormentor could read minds.

And another spitball fell over her face.

Harder! she begged inwardly.

And the slaps against her buttocks echoed louder as Martin drove his cock harder through her.

Faster!

And the hips hit her faster.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-”

Spit on me again!

“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-” Through the tight hair grip, he twisted her toward him and spit directly over her face. “Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-”

Mmmmm- yes- again! The next spitball hit her eyes and ran quickly down over her nose and lips. Lina knew her face was twisted in ecstasy, with a wide-open mouth and rolling eyes, but she didn’t care. She was his whore, his toy. His possession, to be done with as he pleased.

When her cheek stung from an unexpected slap, spasms began to wave through her sweaty body. When he released her hair to rip apart the t-shirt that still covered her body, and pinched her exposed nipples with ruthless fingers, everything went black before her eyes.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” She screamed her orgasm through the panty fabric. Her vision returned, but flickering and blurry as a parade of spasms took over her legs, toes, and arms. Her pussy milked the cock with desperate, clamping muscles, and Martin slapped her once more.

“Did I give you permission to cum, slut?”

The cock left her, and in a daze, she felt herself swept around by the hair and forced down to her knees at the foot of the bed, in front of Martin.

“Never cum without asking for permission!” he roared, and jerked his cock vigorously in front of Lina’s lips. He freed her from the now spit-soaked panties. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue! Cup your tits between your arms!”

Lina did as ordered, a good girl despite the aftershocks that still made her legs shake.

The first, warm jet hit her cheek and nose. The next landed over the waiting tongue and deeper into her mouth. She felt the saltiness as she tasted semen for the first time. Her breasts received a few well-aimed sprays before Martin exhaled heavily.

“Keep your mouth open, tongue out, don’t move.” He pulled out his phone, and Lina sat still on her knees, breasts cupped between her arms, face and lolling tongue covered in warm, sticky semen. He forced her to sit exactly like that, docile and submissive, while he took several pictures with his camera.

“So. Now you can swallow. And don’t forget to thank me for the semen.”

Lina closed her lips and swallowed the seed. She knew this was the first time of many she would find herself sitting here, on her knees, swallowing her master’s seed. So she decided to do it as correctly as she could. She smacked her lips and smiled up at the man towering over her. “Thank you for your cum, Martin.”

“In the future, you call me ‘Master’, unless we are among others.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.” He tilted his head and scrutinized her closely. “So, what was it that I promised you would confess?”

“I am a slut who loves to be punished,” Lina recited. “I am a slut who loves your cock. I am a slut who loves to be fucked.”

“Good.” Martin picked up his phone again, and a moment later it buzzed next to the bed, where Lina’s own lay. “I just sent you a picture of you, covered in sperm and beautiful. I want you to use it as your wallpaper from now on. Then I want you to gather all the panties you own that aren’t thongs or lace—and I guess that’s all of them—and cut them up. You won’t need them any longer. If you send a picture as proof before 6:00 PM tonight, you’ll see me again. If not… then I’ll take it as meaning you aren’t the obedient slut I thought you were.”

He tossed the panties she had held in her mouth before her feet. “You can keep these, though. As a memory.”

He left her after that, without further words or formalities. Lina sat quietly and still on her knees, semen running down her sweaty breasts, staring down at the panties. Every millimeter of the light fabric was stained with her saliva and juices.

She stood up to fetch a pair of scissors.

“So, same time next week?”

“Of course! Thank you so much! I really feel like I’m learning so much about myself!”

Dani smiled as her excited patient thanked her, even though she couldn’t help but sneak a peek at her watch. 

It was 11:02. They should have already started.

“I’m going to work through lunch,” Dani told her receptionist Alice. “Please don’t-“

“I won’t disturb you, Dani, I promise,” the young woman said with a roll of her eyes. “Just as I haven’t done every lunch the past two weeks.”

“Thank you, you’re a sweetie,” Dani said, closing the door and locking it just in case.

A minute later, she was sitting in front of her laptop and signing in to her home surveillance camera. 

11:05.

Just as expected, her boyfriend Justin had returned home during lunch, bringing a blonde, tanned miniskirted piece of meat with him to enjoy in their shared bed. 

Jennie, one of Dani’s closest friends. It wasn’t the first time she’d visited Dani’s boyfriend behind her back either. 

Feeling the familiar warmth between her bare legs, Dani kicked off her heels and put her bare feet against the edge of the table while her hand slipped underneath her skirt. Her breath turned heavy and her flower turned moist as she watched the two kissing while removing each other’s clothes. 

The hidden camera Dani had installed a few weeks ago was top tier, capturing the betrayal in smooth HD. 

Dani’s red toes curled when she started to circle her throbbing clit with a finger. 

“Yes, Jen… take his cock in your mouth. Be a good whore for him…” Dani whispered as the scene played out in front of her. She opened another window on her desktop, typed in one of her favorite adult sites and clicked on one of the first suggestions based on her past views.

It was titled “misogyny/humiliation compilation” and Dani gasped when the right side of her screen was suddenly covered by naked, wobbling women getting slapped and spit on by laughing men. 

Dani’s body went into overdrive, the arousal causing her legs to shake. Dani had spent 30 years on this planet, yet this was the pinnacle of her experiences of sexual pleasure: watching her boyfriend cheat on her best friends while rubbing her clit to misogyny porn. 

The next video on the automatic playlist showed young women humiliating themselves by stuffing their throats and pussies with dildos while looking stupid. Their faces were twisted into exaggerated, brainless expressions, eyes rolling and tongues sticking out as they fucked their shaved little cunts with bare feet kicking through the air by their heads.

Dani couldn’t stop herself. Justin was fucking Jen’s face without abandon and the brainless whores on the screen were devouring her every sense of pride, turning into mindless lust.

Following the lead of the sluts on the screen, Dani stuck out her tongue and bent her knees back against her shoulders, letting her shaking, bare feet hang free in the air, soles wrinkling as she writhed in pleasure and desire. She pretended to be one of them, being watched by thousands while she degraded herself for the enjoyment of strangers.

And for a few blissful minutes before she exploded in a whimpering climax while watching her cheating boyfriend unload himself on her friend’s smiling face, she wasn’t the legendary Danielle Lexington, the gorgeous wonder child of modern psychiatry. She was nothing more than a worthless, subhuman, desperate piece of fuckmeat. 

And it was the best few minutes of her day. 

That was why, when she wiped her brow clean of sweat and slipped her feet back into her heels, she finally made the decision that’d been lingering on the back of her mind for weeks. 

***

“I want you to break me. I want you to ruin every piece of me, physically as well as mentally. I want you to turn me into a thing, an object, a toy. To degrade me, abuse me, to violate every limit and break every barrier that I’ve surrounded myself with. I want you to make me forget the very notion of free will and basic human rights. To make me cry, moan, whimper, plead, beg for mercy, and then… keep going.”

Alec cleared his throat as his friend for almost 15 years confessed her wants as they sat in the back of the pub, hidden from prying eyes and ears. “Are…are you already drunk, Dani?”

“I haven’t even touched my beer,” she answered, voice almost eerily calm. “Would a drunk have been able to write this?”

And with that she placed a thin bundle of papers on the table in front of him, filled with text in a formal looking font, the size of the letters almost too small for Alec to read. 

“I, Danielle Sarah Lexington, hereby resign the right to my own free will, and, therefore, the possibility to decide over my own body, my own mind, my own opinions, and any actions my body or mind are able to perform. In all matters, practical or theoretical, the agency of Danielle Sarah Lexington no longer belongs to her.
Instead all aforementioned rights regarding the undersigned’s will, mind, body and agency now belong to Alec Patrick Swanson, and are subject to his commands and desires, which are to be obeyed at all times, no matter the cost or consequences for Danielle Sarah Lexington. 

For a more complete definition of “free will”, “mind”, “body” and “agency”, read the attached appendix. 

I, Danielle Sarah Lexington, also-“

Alec kept reading with conflicting feelings of horror and a strange sense of pride. He’d always considered Dani the smartest person he knew, but even so… he was impressed. She’d done the work. Of course, as the very definition of human rights made it impossible to reject them, it would never hold up in court. But Alec imagined that wasn’t the point. 

“Why? Why do you want me to… break you, Dani?”

“Because look at this!” She gestured at the still unlocked phone lying on the table, momentarily forgotten as she presented the contract. The video currently playing was one she’d sent minutes before, just before she dropped into her rant about wishing to be violated, abused and broken. It showed a friend of hers with long, bright hair, tanned body and round, enhanced tits. Naked. Riding her boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend as of last night. “And this!” Dani reached down and scrolled to the video she sent before, showing a similar scene with one of her other friends, though the main character remained the same. “And this! And this! And this!” She swiped through video after video, all of them conveying the same basic message: her boyfriend was an unfaithful swine. 

“I understand…” Alec said, 

He didn’t.

“No you don't!" But I’ll explain.” Dani sat down again and took a calming breath. “I’m one of the youngest certified psychiatrists in the country. I graduated first in my class, despite being younger than all of my classmates, from one of the finest Ivy League colleges around. I’ve authored papers and given lectures all over. I’ve made a lot of fucking money, creating the life I always thought I wanted. All of it before turning 30. And it just fucking led to this!” Again, she pointed at the phone. “And you want to know the worst part, Alec? The first time I actually caught him in action with the hidden camera I installed, was the first time the bastard ever made me cum. The first time any man or woman ever made me cum, in fact. That was when I realized the truth.”

“Oh… wow… okay, what was the truth?”

“I don’t want to be an authority. I don’t want to be this respected, famous, up and rising queen of modern psychiatry. I don’t like how it feels. To be admired. To be put on this damn pedestal. To have all these responsibilities and all these people expecting me to solve their problems. I don’t want to be… human anymore.” Again, she nodded at the phone. “Even now, watching him humiliate me by plowing through my circle of friends, it tingles. It makes me warm. Fuck, it makes me feel safe! And I’m not going to deny myself those feelings any longer.”

“So… you want to give it all up? You whole life, everything you’ve accomplished, to become… my sexslave?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, eyes sparkling. “Your toy.”

“But… why me?” Alec finally asked. He’d known Dani since high school, and of course he’d been madly in love with her most of those years. She was smart, funny, charismatic, gorgeous in that innocent way he’d always been drawn to. But she’d also always been miles above his league, and lacking her brainpower, he just couldn’t put his head around why she would choose someone like him. 

“Because… Al, I’m a damn good psychiatrist. And I know you better than anyone. And I know you’re just as tired as I am.”

“Tired of what?”

“Of being nice. Of being this thoughtful, trusted image of altruism. To be the shoulder everyone else cries on. I know that, deep inside, you don’t want anything more than just shove that damn empathy aside and do whatever the hell you want. Put yourself first, no matter how it might hurt someone else. So… use me. I’ll use you as a means to escape all this human shit, and you’ll use me as a scapegoat for all your inner frustrations.”

“Wow.” Was she right? Was he really that tired of being the good guy?

Hmmmm. Yeah, he fucking was. Just as she’d said it, he’d realized the truth of her words.

“And what if you change your mind or just want to end the deal?”

“If that were to happen…” she said, excitement obvious as Alec hadn’t rejected the idea yet. “Then I’ve put a safe word that would permanently stop the whole thing. It can only be used once, and only as a way to shut it all down. But there’s no on and off-switch. Once I’m your property, my body and mind belongs to you until either one of us activates the safeword.” She pointed at a paragraph. 

“Teddybear? That’s the safe word?” Alec asked. “Did you steal this from Demolition Man?”

“I sure did!” She grinned. “Because you’re going to demolish me, Italian Stallion style! And you’ll be sly as you’re doing it.”

“Is there anything about restriction of puns in this contract? 

“It could be. You set the terms. Completely.”

Alec eyed the document again and Dani could probably sense the conflict inside of him, because she leaned forward and put a hand on the papers. 

“Don’t give me an answer yet. Take it with you home, read it through, think about it. A week from today, I will ring your doorbell. If you open the door, I will effectively transfer into your property. If you don’t, I will return home and we’ll forget this was ever mentioned. Okay?”

Alec met her eyes, searching for traces of doubt among the tones of green and white. He found none. 

“Okay.”

***

A week later, a somewhat nervous Dani stood in front of Alec’s door, wearing a long trench coat with her high heels barely visible under its hem. She licked her red painted lips, adjusted the auburn brown hair until it was just right, tracing her smooth cheekbones in a way that her adorable mouth and round little chin was highlighted within a frame of sensuality. She inspected her reflection through her phone. 

With her face in makeup of dark, seductive shades, and the tight, red dress underneath the coat, it was a new Dani that stood by the door. A Dani she’d never truly embraced before, but one that’d always longed for freedom. 

She’d always been cute, adorable. Even hot, when the time called for it. But never erotic. Not like tonight. 

The question was whether this new Dani would be welcomed.

With yet another calming breath, she pressed the doorbell. 

The seconds crawled by as she waited. 

Then it opened. 

Alec was dressed in an ironed shirt stuffed into a pair of bright chinos, the arms of his shirt folded to the elbow. His hair was modestly styled, with a bit of gel holding it in place above the forehead. He’d skipped shaving for a couple of days, as evidenced by a slight darker tone around his chin and cheeks. 

Relief rushed through Dani when she laid eyes on him. Finally, she would be allowed to escape it all. To forget her humanity, to forget the pressure of being perfect.

Of course, Alec would probably need some time to get used to it. It wasn’t easy to shear a lifetime of ingrained niceness in order to completely use and abuse another person, and she was prepared for him to be a bit awkward in the beginning. 

That was alright, she would teach him what-

Her train of thought were broken in pieces when Alec’s hand flew out and gripped her by the neck, hard enough to jam her breath.  “I expect you to get down on your knees when you see me, you stupid whore.” His eyes, normally so sweet and understanding, were cold as ice and Dani instinctively tried to step back. But his grip was firm and his arm didn’t budge, even as his eyes grew colder. 

Needles of pain exploded from Dani’s cheek when his free hand slapped her without any trace of restraint. Her ears rang and she wheezed for air when the next slap landed with enough force to make her face shoot toward the side. If it hadn’t been for the hand choking her, she’d have stumbled to the ground. Instead, she felt the long, thin heel of her shoes take to the air as Alec’s arm raised her upwards until she was standing on her tippy toes, gasping through his hold and blinking away tears. 

When did he get this damn strong? The thought flew through Dani before she felt her best friend bring her closer, intense eyes locked into hers.

“Pathetic. No wonder your boyfriend cheated on you. You’re not even worth being called a human, even less a woman.”

Dani couldn’t help but flinch when Alec, her sweet, warm Alec, spat on her face, slapped her again, before spitting one more time straight at her eyes. 

Then he threw her to the floor with disgust. 

Dani heaved for breath, coughing and sobbing, trying to orient herself enough to separate up from down and maybe crawl to her feet, but Alec’s furious voice cut through the fog like a knife. 

“Get on your damn knees, you pathetic whore. I told you to kneel!”

Dani obeyed, fighting through the sobs as she positioned herself on her two knees, swaying in place and blinking her eyes to clarity. 

“Remove your coat.”

She hurried to get her arms clear and throw it to the side, revealing the red, thin dress hugging her slim body, luscious hips and firm, full breasts like a second skin. She looked up tentatively, waiting for his reaction and hoping the sight was satisfactory. 

Alec watched her in silence, the disdain obvious as he picked up his phone and aimed the camera at her. 

“This dress is too nice for you. Like a pig wrapped in fine silk. You’ll only sully a fine piece of fabric.”

He took several pictures of her kneeling in front of him, the mascara around her eyes already a mess from the tears and spit. Each time he pressed the button, the click echoed through the hallway.

“You think you can fool people with a dress and cheap makeup? You think anyone will see anything but a pathetic pig underneath that fabric?”

“N-no…” Dani spoke for the first time since he opened the door. 

Once again, needles of pain erupted over her cheek when Alec’s palm met her face. He immediately forced her back upright again with a grip around her hair. She whimpered from the pain of her hair roots getting stretched. 

“You will address me as “Master” and “Sir”, you stupid pig!”

“Y-yes sir…” she wailed. “And n-no sir, no one will be fooled by my dress, sir!”

“Of course they won’t, and it’s pathetic for a worthless, disgusting pig to even try. Isn’t it?”

“Y-yes sir, it’s pathetic for a worthless, disgusting pig like me to even try!” A warmth spread through her as she said it, and she realized how soaked the crotch of her panties had become in just these few minutes. 

Alec bent down over you and pressed the tip of Dani’s nose upwards, turning her cute little nose into a snout of a pig. “Oink for me, piggy.”

Dani shivered, entranced by the quiet intensity of his command. For years, she’d been hailed as a once in a lifetime prodigy. She’d received every honor and award available for her chosen path, showered with compliments and admiration, as well as a fair bit of envy. Yet, nothing had ever made her body flutter as when she opened her mouth to oink like a dumb pig. 

“Oink oink!”
Alec let go of her nose, raised the phone and pressed record. “Let me see how pathetic you really are. Get up on your feet and squat for me with your legs spread wide.”

Dani climbed to her high heeled feet, making it so that her squatting knees were pointing in opposing directions, the hem of her thin dress resting high up her thighs. Alec stepped closer and used his ankle to push the dress further, until the crotch of her panties were finally visible. He shook his head in contempt while aiming the camera between her thighs. 

“Your panties are soaked, piggy.”

“Sorry sir…”

*SMACK!* She’s almost thrown from her feet by the force of his palm hitting her cheek, but he quickly grabs her hair to stabilize her. “Pigs don’t talk, do they?”

Dani’s cheeks burned, both from the shame and the repeated strikes of Alec’s palm. Her heart thumped against her chest in synchronicity with the throbbing between her legs. 

“Oink oink!” she quickly corrected herself before Alec raised his hand again. He stepped back to capture all of her with the camera. 

“Press your ugly snout and keep oinking, piggy.”

Dani obeyed, pinning the top of her nose toward her brow, squatting with her legs spread wide and laced panties turning dark from her gushing sex while she kept squealing like a stupid pig in front of Alec’s recording phone. 

“Oink! Oink! Oink!”

“If only all your admirers could see you now… all your former classmates, your colleagues, teachers and patients could see what a pathetic creature you truly are. Wouldn’t that be something, piggy?”

Her heart made a pirouette by the very thought, shame spiking as she imagined professor Caulfield - her dear, sweet mentor - watching her display. It almost made her cum right there and then. 

“How about your friends? Your former girlfriends who all were so willing to jump your ex?” Alec continued, reaching down his pocket to conjure a black marker pen. She oinked as he aimed the tip of the pen against her brow and started writing something. He continued to write something on her right cheek, then the left, before putting the lid back, a look of satisfaction on his face. 

“Stick out your tongue and keep pressing that snout,” he ordered, taking pictures from all possible angles as Dani stuck out her tongue beneath her pig nose. It was getting hard to keep balance while squatting in her open-toed high heels, but she didn’t dare asking Alec for a reprieve. At some point, she’d forgotten it was her kind best friend who was standing in front of her. The man slapping Dani’s face without any restraint, forcing her to mimic a pig while spreading her legs to show the world her leaking cunt was unrecognizable to Alec. 

This man scared her. Dani’s cheeks still burned from the hits of his palm, and his threats of letting her friends and colleagues see her like this truly terrified her. He wouldn’t do that, would he? But… why was he taking all these pictures and videos? And those eyes… the intensity, the mocking disdain that shone from them. 

Dani didn’t even dare to question him, not even when he brought the camera down between her thighs and filmed the moisture that’d spread itself past the lace and down her thighs. 

Alec snickered and showed her the pictures. Dani felt the fluster when she saw herself with her pig-nose and squatting legs. But the thing that truly embarrassed her was the words written on her. Over her brow stood the word “DUMB”, followed by “PIGGY” and “CUMRAG” on each cheek respectively. 

“This is what your friends and mentor will see when I send the pictures to them. A dumb cumrag of a pig.” His mocking smile grew wider. “Maybe I’ll widen the spread a bit. Don’t you think your sweet little sister would enjoy seeing the golden child of the family in her true element?”

This time, Dani couldn’t stop herself. “Oink please don’t send those to my sister, sir, oink!”

“I won’t,” Alec answered and Dani released a breath of relief. “You will. Before this night is over, you’ll have pressed the button to send all these pictures to both your traitorous friends, your dear old mentor and your sweet, younger sister.” And before she’d had time to process what he’d just said, he grabbed her by the hair and started to drag her toward the living room.

And through the whimpers, pain from the roots of her hair, and awkward crawling attempts to keep pace with Alec’s determined steps, Dani’s cunt gushed.

Ella felt the haze of the chloroform leave as she woke up in a foreign room. The walls were blank, and the single, steel clad door was missing a knob. In front of her stood a table with some clothing, neatly folded next to a large, pink dildo, standing tall with its suction cup etched to the metal of the table. Behind the table, etched into the wall, was a giant screen showing her in unflattering high definition as she woke up and crawled to her feet. In the right corner of the screen she could read the lines: 
 [Viewers: 10 348
Current debt: 5 000 000]

As she fought the fog clouding her mind, a voice echoed through the room. 

“ALL DEBTS MUST BE PAID.”

She jumped at the loud, robotic voice, seemingly coming from all around her. 

“W-what do you mean?” she asked hoarsely. 

“THE FOLLY OF GREED CAN’T BE AVOIDED. ALL DEBTS MUST BE PAID.”

As the voice disappears, new lines of text appeared on the screen below the other two:
[Donations: 0
Current objectives: 
Put on the clothes. Reward - 1 000$
Put in the tail. Reward - 4000$]

“What debt?!” she yelled out loud, but as she waited for an answer, moments from the last few months started to make a bit more sense. How her father had seemed distressed, almost jumpy. How the high quality of her familys’ lives had been unchanged even as her father entered his second year of unemployment. Why her dad never came home last night, before the doors were suddenly kicked open and masked men rushed in, zip ties and bags in hand as they threw her, her sister and mother to the floor and put some chloroformed fabric against her whimpering, struggling faces. 

What had daddy put them in? 

Even as more pieces of the puzzle started to click in her mind, her eyes wandered towards the table and the folded clothing on top of it. As she made her way over and went through them, it was abundantly clear what the purpose of the clothes were. 

The white, thin shirt looked barely large enough for her to squeeze her breasts through, even if she left quite a few buttons open, and the striped skirt would not even cover the lower end of her buttocks. With the long, white stockings and matching sneakers, she would look like a skanky school girl as if taken from the fantasies of a pimple-addled hentai-addict. 

And then it was the tail… her cheeks turned red as she followed the brown fur with her fingers until she touched the clear, metallic plug at its end. The design made it clear how it was supposed to be used, and her blush turned darker as she imagined putting… that… in her…

“Please,” she whispered. “Just let me go.”

“ALL DEBTS MUST BE PAID.” The booming voice made her squeal, and as she watched the viewers break the 11 000 mark, she realized there’s no room for negotiation. 

She was completely trapped, 5 000 000 in debt and only one way of getting out. 

Trapped in a haze, she lifted the shirt and folded it out in front of her. Knowing that there’s no escape, no hope of getting out with any type of negotiation outside of whatever she can offer with her young body, she gave in to the inevitable.

Trembling, mind almost numb, she started to peel off the upper part of the pajamas she wore as the abduction took place. Her face turned red as the pale skin of her breasts and shoulders exposed itself to the streaming camera. She hurried to cover her plump, nosy breasts with the blouse. It was a close to futile venture, as the fabric was just barely wide enough to fit her twins while pushing them close together in a kind of cleavage that would be unfitting for even the skimpiest Halloween-outfit. 

The skirt stood next in turn. She avoided looking at the screen as the trousers fell to the floor, panties in tow as she quickly put her legs through the opening, unwittingly bending forward with her bare butt towards the camera as she pulled the skirt in place, face burning as she realized the view she just must have offered. 

A bell rang as 1000 was reduced from the debt. At the same time, the number of viewers spiked just a tad, going to 13000 as she stood awkwardly in her skanky new outfit. A more quiet sound like that of an old cash register followed as a green “+500” appeared on the screen, raising the donation category by the same amount. 

“Such a cute little slut. Can’t wait for her to show us how dirty and desperate she is!” 
The comment appeared underneath the donation and disappeared a few seconds later. 

Cha-Ching!

Another donation of 500 rolled through the screen, along with another comment:
“What a whore! Making me so hard to imagine her getting raped in every hole. Covered in cum, crying and squirming as a fat cock enters her ass!”

Her eyes grew wide watching the deranged comments, but soon it slowed down as if they’re all waiting for something. She also noticed how the donations didn't seem to affect her debt as it was still hovering at 4 999 000$. 

And lastly, the tail. Elsa wasn’t well versed in the deeper echelons of pornographic culture, but even without a formal, theoretical background, she could still figure out the purpose of the oval shaped metal at the end of the brown fur. She had a little trouble figuring out the “why” of the whole invention, but the “how” and “where” was all too obvious. 

It didn’t make the final step easier though

The gross comments from the screen flickered through her head as she picked up the furry, brown tail with trembling hands. The metal plug was cold to her touch and she winced as she used her fingers to measure the diameter of its widest part. How would that ever fit in her bum? The thickest (and only) object she’d ever squeezed through her behind was a pencil, and that had been while intoxicated by a wine bottle, stolen from her parents basement. 

This… wasn't a pen, and if it were to fit inside her inexperienced, virgin asshole, it would need some preparation. 

With thirteen thousand people watching, she held back the tears as she opened her mouth and put the cold metal between her lips. She watched herself on the screen as she sucked on the anal plug until it was close to body temperature. She then sat down, now unable to hold back the sobs as she spread her legs and moved the plug towards her puckered little hole. She tried to hide as much of her intimates as she could as she slowly spread out the saliva covering the plug over her asshole. 

DONG!
[1000$ has been added to your debt as penalty for obstructing the view of your fans.]

The debt went back to an even 5 million and Ella whimpered in frustration. It wasn’t enough to humiliate her by forcing this stupid outfit and tail on her, but she would actually get punished for making a small attempt to keep a tiny shred of dignity?

“Fuck you,” she whispered, but raised her legs to the air and dragged the skirt upward, allowing the cam to catch every bit of her exposed pussy and ass. Whatever the price tag that came with the camera filming her was, it was certainly worth it since every detail of her clean shaven pussy, with her small, pink folds and tiny pearl was clear as day in the stream. And that meant that the glistening moisture that was spreading over her sex as she degraded herself in front of thousands of strangers, was as obvious for them as it was humiliating for Ella. 

Cha-Ching!
(+250$)
[Anonymous: Look how wet she is…
She’s actually enjoying this, isn’t she? What a whore…]

Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!
…

The donations flowed as water, each one accompanied by a degrading comment. The language made Ella blush, but even through it all, her folds started to pulsate and spread, opening up as a flower in sunlight. 

She tried not to look at the screen as she pressed the wet metal against her puckered hole, feeling the sphincter struggle against the ever widening intruder. Her ass cried out in protests of pain, while a tear ran down her cheek as her virgin bum was violated by her own hand. 

Oh fuck… she thought, squirming through the bolts of pain as she forced her own ass to open wider and wider, to give room for the stupid, furry tail and completely mark her as a degraded little thing, void of dignity or principles. 

“Ahhh!” She breathed as the last bit of metal slipped in place and her sphincter closed around the curvature, jamming it shut with a tight grip around the humiliating anal toy. 

DING!
-3000$

The text hovered on the screen as she sat with her legs spread wide and the tail lodged in her inexperienced, puckered little asshole. 

[Current debt: 4 996 000
Viewers: 18 000
Donations: 2500]
Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!

More donations flowed through the screen, along with a myriad of vulgar and threatening comments. They ordered her to bend over and show her stuffed ass, to stick out her tongue and pant like a dog, to crawl on all fours and wag her tail, to rip off her socks and lick her toes, and dozens of all the more humiliating commands. And with the comments, money flowed. But the donations still didn't seem to affect her debt, as it lay steady just a few thousand below the 5 million mark. 

“Current objectives: 
Pleasure the toy with your mouth. Hands must be held together behind your back at all times. Reward based on performance: corresponding to 20% of donations offered during a period of ten minutes. Timer starts as your lips touch the toy.”

Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!
Cha-Ching!

“Donations: 10 250”

The pink dildo stood upright, latched to the table as the donations ebbed out once more, waiting for her next move. Ella stood frozen, caught in a wave of humiliation, fear, pain from the plug in her virgin bum, and indecisiveness. The rubber dildo wasn’t that much thinner than her arm, and she had never… done anything like this before. She watched herself on the giant screen, saw her cheeks turn dark red at the thought of getting down on her knees and lowering her mouth to the pink, rubber glans. The embarrassment actually hurt, making her almost dizzy. But the enormous number at the top of the screen wouldn’t fade from her consciousness, and she knew no help was coming. This was too intricately set up, too planned for any hope of rescue.

She didn’t have any choice.

As she fell down on her knees in front of the dildo, the screen split as another camera went online, this one with a view from behind her, showing her back with the tiny skirt resting atop of the furry tail, barely covering any of the soft skin of her little ass. 

At the same time, the cam in front zoomed in, giving a clear view of her blushing face as it closed in on the pink dildo on the table. 

She remembered the instructions and knit her fingers together behind her back. The pain from the plug in her ass forced a small gasp from her as she lowered her mouth towards the rubber tip. She was not a pornographic connoisseur in any way, but some things were inescapable as a young girl growing up with a smartphone in hand. Therefore, she had a vague idea of what was expected of her. 

She trembled as her lips softly kissed the glans, followed by a lick with her wet tongue. It felt strange, knowing thousands of people were watching her first stumbling attempts in the art of pleasure making, and even more strange considering her silly and humiliating outfit. The rubber surface got wet and slippery as she kept kissing it, following the template set by the few pornos she’d watched. 

Some donations ticked in, but nothing spectacular and after a minute she realized she’d have to turn it up a notch. 

Her lips closed around the rubbery tip, moving down to fill her mouth. The foreign feeling of having her mouth filled by a dildo made the movement hesitant and she realized she must truly look like a fumbling amateur. Of course, that was exactly what she was.

Not that the viewers seemed to mind.

Cha-Ching!
(+1000)
[Anonymous: Now we’re talking. Fill that whore mouth. I’ll tell you what, if you manage to touch the table with your nose as you throat that cock, I’ll donate 10 000$.]

Ella winced. Touch the table with her nose? She’d barely managed to swallow the tip… that would force her to take it all the way down her… well, throat, just as he’d said. Was that even possible?

She looked at the timer. Seven minutes left before her reward would lock in, and she’d only managed to gather 1700$. 20% of that would barely make a dent in the debt…

Fucking sick bastards…

She pushed deeper, and immediately felt tears forming as the glans closed in on her tonsils. After a few seconds, she was forced to let go of the dildo and catch her breath. 

She sobbed, sight bleary from the tears. Through the fog, she saw the seconds tick down the timer. 6:30 minutes left. She had no time to rest, despite the tears and storming shame as she degraded herself for the pleasure of some filthy strangers. All she could hope was that no one she knew would ever see how low she had sunk. Especially not her parents…

Oh god, please mom, forgive me for this.

And with the tail sticking out her ass, her minimal skirt resting against it, exposing every inch of her pale bum, and with the tight blouse pushing her breasts together in a cleavage which left nothing to fantasy, she once more took the pink dildo in her inexperienced little mouth. 
***

The Game Master watched the girl struggle with the toy, her face turning red as she through pure willpower made her way down the pink shaft.

She had started the assignment with a weak imitation of a pornstar, and a meek, sensual one at that, licking and kissing the dildo as if it were a lover. 
That wasn’t what her viewers were looking for, which they’d luckily made clear almost immediately. Now she was getting closer to where they wanted the newly minted puppygirl to be - pathetic and desperate with her face covered in tears and spit. The only proper look for a bratty little daddy’s girl like her. 

The Game Master turned his attention to his other screen, switching the sound to match. 

“O-oink! Oink!” The mother of the family was doing her best to adopt her new role as a stupid fuckpig. Her large tits bounced as she straddled the dark, muscled thighs of the masked stranger pumping his cock deep inside her pussy. 

“Ah… oink oink oink!” She moaned beneath the plastic pig nose that was fastened to her face with a pink leather strap. An equally pink, curly pigtail was lodged between her full ass-cheeks, wagging up and down as she got plowed by the 10 inch, black cock. 

She had been the first of the trio to let go of her pride, crawling and oinking within minutes after the facts had been made clear. Maybe it was the implied threat towards her daughters that had spurred her into quick action, but that hadn’t stopped her from sobbing from shame as she stripped the clothes from her full body, revealing a pair of surgically enhanced tits and a cleanly shaven pussy, along with the fit, but mature, body expected of a trophy wife nearing her middle years. 

She certainly wasn’t unfamiliar with having her ass stuffed, considering how quickly she’d been able to put the curly tail in place, her sphincter barely protesting as she’d pushed on the plug with her face burning.

She was a gorgeous woman, leagues beyond her pudgy, meek husband. The Game Master imagined that her current situation of having to dress and act as a pig while getting plowed by an unfamiliar man was only slightly less humiliating than feeling her husbands sweaty, bloated belly slap against her brow as he thrust his semi erect cock in her mouth before emptying his balls on her tongue a few minutes later. 

However, considering the not so subtly racist remarks on her Facebook-page, the fact that it was a black cock currently drilling her might make it slightly more humiliating. 

Especially as a second, equally black cock, suddenly appeared in front of her face, interrupting her shame-colored oinks in order to force itself down her throat without any attention to her desperate gagging or flapping arms as her eyes grew wide and mascara started running. 

“Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck-“ 

Soon her arms were held hard in place against her back by the one fucking her cunt, as the other flung her face back and forth over his giant, fist-wide pole.

Seeing that the mother’s situation seemed to be going along just fine, the Game Master switched to the other sister. 

The eighteen year old girl was currently laying on her back, her legs spread wide and bare feet in the air as she rubbed her shiny, tiny clit with two fingers, her breathing hard of pain and involuntary pleasure as the kitten tail shifted in her tight, virgin ass by the circular motions of her fingers and tiny hip thrusts. 

“Meow…” she whispered, eyes half closed but cheeks crimson as signals of shame, pain and pleasure were intermixed in a confusing mesh, making her churn and moan as her glistening pussy opened wide in front of the cameras. 

Her pretty feet, with the toenails painted bright yellow, shook as the masturbating fingers brought her closer to orgasm, and the Game Master took the opportunity to pander to the feet lovers among his clients.

[New objective: Clean kitten.
A good kitty is a clean kitty. Use your tongue as it’s meant to be used. Lick and suck on your toes as you pleasure yourself. 
-1000$
Bonus: keep all of your five toes in your mouth as you climax.
-2000$]

The Game Master sent out the assignment and watched the blush grow wider as the girl read it. Still, it didn’t take long before she bent her bare leg back and used her free hand to force her bare little foot towards her lips, meeting it with a tentative lick of her tongue. 

As the donations started to pick up pace, she turned more brazen and was soon turning her toes wet with her lips, all while managing to look innocently embarrassed. Which certainly wasn’t an act.

The Game Master switched back to the older sister. The twenty year old had made good progress with her deepthroat-training. She was now able to push herself more than halfway down the dildo’s shaft, at the small cost of a few loud gags and some dripping strings of saliva. 
The appearance of her face had gone through quite the change in the few minutes he’d had his attention to the other pets. It was no longer the clear, cute face of a bratty daddy’s princess. Now, it was red as wine behind a thick layer of tears, spit and smeared out makeup. Every breath took the form of deep gasps as she gathered strength for another push down the pink cock, hoping to gain yet another inch in her mission to fill her throat and reach the table with her petite little nose. She cried and sobbed through the gasps, but never for longer than it took to fill her lungs, before bending forward yet again, hands locked behind her back, trading air for rubber and gasps for gags. 

She was a fighter, the Game Master thought. She’d make an excellent plaything for the rich degenerates making up his clientele. As long as she was properly trained. 

With about two minutes left before the timer would run out, the Game Master added another directive to the objective. 

***

Ella couldn’t stop the sobs. She couldn’t wipe her face clear of the messy layer of tears and spit gathered the last few minutes. She couldn’t process the enormous amount of humiliation that was burning through her entire person as she pathetically kept pushing the dildo down her throat, hoping and praying that it would be enough. Two other viewers had joined the offer of donating 10 000$ if she succeeded in reaching the table with her nose, and other donations kept coming as she fell deeper and deeper down her pit of shame and turned more and more pathetic. She’d realized that’s what they wanted: to see her struggle, to see her humiliated and broken. To watch her lose all dignity as she turned into a spit covered, crying, wailing toy of theirs. 

And she was giving them what they wanted. Not because she was playing along, but because she was forced to. How would she ever get out of here if she didn’t?

(Time left: 02:00
Donations: 22 000$)
[New objective: Good doggy!
You’ve proven yourself a dedicated little puppy. Good girl! Good girl! Show your appreciation for your trainers by barking between your attempts. 
Reward: 100$ for every bark. (Max 300$ will be rewarded per time)
Bonus: Pant loudly with your tongue out between the barks.
100$ per occasion)

“B-bark like a dog?” Ella whispered through a sore throat. “No p-please, don’t make me…” She sobbed, knowing that it was pointless to argue. It was a voluntary objective after all. She didn’t have to do it…

But when she, a few seconds later, released the dildo with her lips and gasped for air, she still stuck out her tongue, feeling the spit drip down the cleavage of her blouse as she panted like a subjugated little puppy. 

“Woof! Woof! Woof!” She yipped and panted once more for good measure and pressed herself down the wet dildo.

The humiliation was unbearable, but why oh why couldn’t her fucking pussy stop throbbing???

***

“Good girl,” the Game Master said as he watched the puppy take yet another step in the right direction. 

He glanced at the screen with the mother and had to turn on the sound as he saw what was about to transpire. 

“Oink! Oink! Oink!” The mature, suntanned trophy wife was standing on her knees as her curly tail dangled from her wagging ass, cupping her large plastic tits and croaking like a pig as the two black men jerked their cocks above her. 

“Oink! Oink! Oi-“ Her croak was interrupted as two massive projectiles of warm jizz hit her face, turning it sticky white as load after load kept hitting her body. Lips, cheeks, neck and of course her bimbo tits were all drenched in the cum, but she was a whore by nature and knew to keep oinking through it all.

When the last load had hit her, she even voluntarily started cleaning her tits with her tongue, transferring the cum to her mouth without losing a beat. 

She didn’t even try to resist when her face was forced to the floor to lick it clean of the drops that had managed to escape her breasts. 

At the same time, the younger sister was rubbing a soaking pussy while intently making out with her own, sloppy toes. She stuck her tongue between them, licked and sucked, even spit in them before smearing it out over her cute face, obviously lost in arousal as two fingers went inside her cunt and started fucking it without abandon. 

Suddenly, her eyes rolled back as her body started to spasm. She forced the foot, all five toes, in her small mouth as the orgasm shot through her in violent waves, making her squirm and moan through her stuffed lips.

And, as if some familial bond were leading them forward together, the older sister gave out a few final, desperate barks before practically throwing herself over the dildo, ten seconds left in the clock.
She gagged and sobbed and wailed, but inched all the closer to the table until finally… her nose touched the table surface.

She released the pink cock, relief visible even through the ruined face.

“Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!” She barked and panted with her wet tongue out, skipping on her knees very much like an excited puppy. She might have been doing it to try and score some extra donations at the last second, but it genuinely looked like excitement… which was underscored by the sudden blush, making it seem as if she’d actually just gone deeper in her puppy role than she’d expected. 

And with that, all three of them had finished the first room. They had done well, even though the debt had barely been dented. Of course, there would be plenty of opportunities coming, some of them quite more lucrative than these first rooms.

The Game Master watched the mother for a few moments. She had been quite the natural, obviously not unfamiliar with humiliating herself for money. She might already be ready for one of the more lucrative rooms. His hand hovered over the buttons that would determine her next room and hovered over one depicting a large, red cock with a wide knot by the lower end of the shaft. Should he?

***

Walter struggled against the rope as the naked, collared slave girl licked his balls and the other slave girl slowly jerked his cock with infuriatingly slow and soft motions. They’d been doing that all through the first room as he watched his family get humiliated and violated on the giant screens in front of him. 

There was no way for him to fight his binds, to get loose, but even so he couldn’t stop trying. A gorgeous woman, dressed in a long dress, sat on a chair aimed towards him. Her legs were resting on the armrests, exposing a perfectly trimmed, glistening pussy that she was stroking softly while looking at him with amused eyes. “What do you think, Walter? Three rooms? Five? How much of my pets’ teasing tongues and hands can you withstand? How long will it take before you are ready to do anything to feel that sweet release? How long until you’re ready to fuck your cute, innocent daughters?”