"Yes, you're still mine. And theirs. Ours. Our filthy little slut. And we love you for it. You make us so happy. I know we use you hard, fucking in the morning, fucking at work, fucking all night. I don't know how you put up with it, but I'm glad you do."He was staring at me intensely. I smiled, but I sensed there was more coming."The Castle is very impressed with you. They expressed interest in buying you from us."I was stunned."Is that... I mean, did we put something in my contract about that? I don't remember anything about you being able to ...sell me off?""No, there isn't anything in the contract. Not that we'd do it. We could never sell you. That's not what this is about. But you know you have the option to terminate any time you want. You could terminate our agreement, just stay here tomorrow instead of going back with us. If you wanted to. You could sign a new contract, with them."I just stared at him."It would be a lot of money. Probably twice what we've been able to p
Parker had taken a drink and had to work to keep it from spewing everywhere."Well that would be a sight, wouldn't it?" Parker said as he managed to stop choking."I'm dead serious, Sparky," said Donald. "Would you like to see?"I tried to look as blank as I could."For God's sake, Parker, don't encourage him. He'd do it so fast her head would spin. Let's go."Shelia stormed off, and Parker followed close behind, but he turned and gave me one more visual rape as he left.Master Donald leaned in close."He's going to fuck you tonight. Let him. Let anyone who tries. Let them touch you. Kiss you. Anything they want. Encourage anything with a cock. That's an order."I was nervous at this. My Masters often shared me around, but it was always clear that there were boundaries. Usually my Masters made sure that everyone was tested or used condoms, and I had no idea what Master Donald had in mind for that tonight. He'd given me a direct order. Including an order to encourage them. I sooo did n
There were changes in how my Masters were treating me. It felt like about 7 months into my contract, the novelty was wearing off. After the incident with the fucking dress, things felt even more disconnected.I used to have a hard time - no pun intended - getting my work done because on any given day I might have six or eight Masters showing up in the office to fuck me in the supply closet. Plus my boss, Master Michael, would call me into his office to shove his cock in me, or if nothing else he would just make me sit naked on his lap so he could fondle me while he was on a conference call. After maybe six months, it felt like there were fewer Masters showing up each day, and they stayed less time as the weeks went on.I had been terrified at first of getting caught in the act by the rest of the office staff. My Masters were careful at first, but I guess they got sloppy later. One day a Master forgot to lock the door on the supply room on the way in. One of my coworkers, Ivan, walked
Master Nick owned some restaurants and sometimes he would have me served up naked on a tray for a special guest. It reminded me of The Castle, except Master Nick just stood there and watched as the guest du jour, and their guests, bent me over the serving cart and reamed me. And then he would ask the guest if he should ring up the "special side dish" separately, or put it on the tab with the rest, depending on how the guest preferred the accounting. Master Nick could tell I didn't like it that he was selling me."Baby, if I don't charge them, they won't value it, they'll think I'm soft. I didn't get where I am by letting people think I'm soft. And if I don't give them something on the side, they'll go somewhere else, and take their friends with them. I don't need their money, but I need the reputation. The reputation you've helped me build!"I guess my reputation for kinky shit was growing all right. Instead of just fucking me straight, they started chaining my legs to the ceiling so
"Usually my guy brings me pretty nasty ones. Most don't let me tie them up. And they charge extra. I can tell they're trying to fake it for extra money. But I think Josh really did it with this one."He licked my cheek, a long, lascivious caress with his tongue. It wasn't hard to burst into tears at that moment. It has been a more stressful situation than usual, being hogtied in a car. And the struggle I put up on the way to the table had raised my adrenaline levels. It wasn't hard to really be in the mindset, with my welted ass scraping the splintery wood I was pinned to.He licked my face again, drinking in my tears.I heard him fumble for something and felt cold metal against my throat."He said I can't mark you, nothing that would require doctors. Too bad. I would love to split you open with this."I felt the metal moving, the edge tickling my skin but not slicing it. It was eerie. It traced my neck, down my chest, around my breasts. He lifted one, running the very tip under the f
Master Josh tried to have me sit in the front seat of his car, but my ass was still bleeding so he ended up putting me in the trunk of a dealer car and driving us home, me still naked but on a tarp so I wouldn't mess up the car. He ordered me to get out of the trunk, but I couldn't make my body move. He eventually just hauled me over his shoulder and did a fireman carry up the elevator. I don't think anyone else got on. I didn't care if they did.No one else was home when we got upstairs. Master Josh put me on the rug in the bathroom and told me to clean myself up, but I still couldn't make my body move so I just stayed on the rug. I don't know if he was pissed or not; I didn't care. I think I fell asleep there, but I woke up in my bed, having a flashback to the picnic table. I started crying and couldn't stop, just sobbing. Eventually I fell back asleep.Master Josh came to wake me up at the usual time so I could get to work the next morning. I think I could have moved if I had to, l
It felt very strange - I had to think hard to remember the last time I showered in privacy. It was on my way to the lawyer's office, when I had signed my contract. I had cleaned myself very carefully, inside and out, wanting to be fresh for the fuckfest that followed. After that, after they took me away to my dungeon, I always showered with a Master watching me. At first they were glued to the sight, like I was living porn. Which I suppose I was, so I made sure to lather and rub myself a lot. After I was clean, they would towel me dry, making sure my cunt was especially dry. Master Terry would usually force me back in the shower and pee on me, making me start the whole cycle over again. I always wondered why he couldn't just pee on me first and then let me wash, but I guess that was his kink. Later, like everything else, the novelty seemed to fade and they would check their phones while I showered, and toss me the towel to dry myself off.I remembered the shower at The Castle, being b
I understood what he was saying. And it made my pussy twitch. But I wasn't planning on taking their offer. Well, maybe I should think about it? I tried to focus on what he was saying. "After you pass your initiation, you will enter into the remaining 18 months of a consensual non-consent contract. You will vest us with all legal decision-making powers for your life. You will be as much our slave as the law permits, and we will not let you out until the time on your contract is done. It's why we work you so hard through training and initiation. We've never had a slave ask to leave or try to escape after passing initiation. Most women say it was the most fulfilling time in their lives. "After two years, you will have a choice. If you wish to be free, we will provide you with money and connections to pursue whatever venture you desire. If you wish to enter private servitude, you will no doubt have a long list of patrons who will be interested in acquiring you. We will arrange an auction
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a