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The Domination of Dana |
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Wendy was feeling good about herself, having recaptured control
of herself and finally getting on with her life. And today was her first job interview
since reclaiming her freedom from her Mistress. Wendy had dedicated her life to being a sexual slave, and her Mistress took advantage of that decision for 3 years. The entire time of her confinement Wendy was subject to torture, sexual perversions, submission, and a life of service. She liked the role she voluntarily assumed, but soon it got to be too serious, and when she was forced to give up her identity and live only to serve her Mistress, then it became more of a captive situation. Wendy had hoped that someday she would break free of her Mistress's hold, but there were several days when that seemed unlikely, if not impossible. The day came, however, when her Mistress was offered a position with a company out of the country and she had to move immediately; unable to wait for her slaves' passport to be processed, she was forced to set Wendy free. And now that Wendy had regained her freedom and was able to collect her thoughts, she was ready to get back into a daily routine - which included finding work. As Wendy sat in the waiting room awaiting her interview, she felt her stomach turn. She was nervous. Not only hadn't she had contact with other people - except her Mistress - for the past 3 years, but she hadn't had a paying job since then, either. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she was called into a small office where she was introduced to Dana Howard, her interviewer. Dana was an attractive woman, in her late thirties. She was a thin redhead, about 5'6" tall, and she had green eyes that stood out sharply amongst the locks of red hair that hung to her shoulders. "Miss Myers, may I call you Wendy?" asked Dana. "Certainly," Wendy replied, "and thank you for the chance to interview for this position." "Well, I see that you were an executive secretary at your last place of employment, and we are in need of someone to enhance our secretarial staff. I read that you had all the necessary training and skills for such a position, but Wendy I do have one question." Wendy felt a lump form in her throat. "Please, feel free to ask." Dana looked deep into Wendy's eyes. "I see that you haven't been employed for over three years now, and I wonder if you would be able to handle the changes in technology that have changed the way in which we perform our jobs. In the past three years we have upgraded our systems to the latest in fax, dictation, and word processing equipment, in order to keep up with the directives from our vast management staff. "In short, Miss Myers, we are kept very busy and we have to keep up. I'm not convinced that you could jump into this routine after having been away from it for three years. Could you tell me why you have not worked for that length of time?" Wendy was afraid that she would be asked that question. "Miss Howard, that is a very long story - one which I would be happy to share with you - but I must warn you it's not a pleasant one." Wendy took a deep breath and watched Dana adjust herself on her chair. "I was held as a captive of sorts for the last three years." Wendy watched as Dana showed a look of surprise. "I was held by a woman and was taken away from my life, and I was given no choices about my own life." Dana stammered and asked Wendy if she needed a glass of water, as she had noticed that Wendy's voice was beginning to become raspy through the tears she had begun to shed. Dana asked "Wendy, I'm so sorry, but I must ask, did you notify the police? Is there a case pending against this woman? And even more curious, Wendy . . . why? Why did this woman do this to you?" Wendy knew she was in danger of losing her chance at the position, but she knew that by refusing to answer the question was going to be perceived as a refusal to answer and that would be suicide to her chances. "She held me as a slave," Wendy whispered. "Miss Myers, did I hear you correctly? Did you say you were a slave?" "Yes ma'am, I was a slave. I was used to satisfy my captor, but I assure you that episode in my life is over and I am anxious to get my life back. I have not filed a police report because of the public embarrassment I would be forced to endure . . . and Miss Howard, I've suffered enough humiliation." It was all Dana could do to keep her jaw from dropping. "Wendy, I don't feel that we have a place for you with us. Your absence from the business world, your choice or not, would only take away from our proficiency. You have already missed over three years of work - why don't you miss a little more and straighten things out in your mind, and in your life. You still seem to be suffering from your . . . er, ordeal." "But Miss Howard, I am ready. I am capable, and I will be an asset, not a hindrance to your team-" pleaded Wendy. "I'm sorry Wendy, but I don't see an amiable agreement being reached here. Thank you for your time." Dana stood to show Wendy the door. The pain in Wendy's eyes was evident as she realized that, though physically free from her Mistress, she was still under the control of her. Her life was not hers again and that grim realization hit her hard. Wendy rose to her feet and walked to the door, stopping long enough to look into Dana's eyes once more, as if she was begging for Dana's understanding. Dana stood cold at the door and followed Wendy to the lobby. By the time they reached it Wendy was sobbing and she wearily made her way out of the lobby, looking back one last time to see Dana smiling and gesturing to the secretary at the desk to cross her off the list. Dana's smirk unsettled Wendy. Dana seemed to be enjoying the story. How perverted it must sound to her, how deviant. Dana obviously did not understand what had happened. Wendy felt humiliated, hurt, and worse yet, she felt like she was the daily joke at that office. But the more Wendy thought about it, the angrier she became. She had spent years planning her life and dreaming of how it would resume someday. But for what? To be treated like this? Wendy walked out of the building and headed for her car, where she sat and wept for a while. As she cried the rage built inside of her, a deep burning anger that had actually been building for more than three years. As the rage swept forward, the humiliation passed. Wendy was feeling like there was only one way to take control of her life now, and that was to be in control of those around her. To be in control of her settings, and to remain in control of all situations that arise. She felt a new inner strength coming out, one that she had never felt before. The rage was making her strong, changing her forever. Hours had passed since Wendy had left the office and she found herself still in a trance-like state in her car. She came around to reality very quickly, though, when she happened to notice Dana making her way out the front doors of the office building as she walked to her car. Seeing the woman who had demolished her emotionally just hours before only served to flare up Wendy's pent-in anger to the point of overload, and suddenly, without thinking - without even planning on what she was about to do - Wendy got out of her car and walked towards Dana. Dana stopped when she saw Wendy approaching her. "Bitch!" Wendy yelled. "You wouldn't believe that my life was mine again, so now I must prove to you that I am in control!" Fear washing over her face, Dana started backing away from her. Wendy had a fire in her eyes and her blue eyes sparkled dangerously amidst her blonde hair, her breasts bouncing as she stepped towards Dana. The smaller woman turned and started to run to her car, but was stopped short by Wendy's grasp. Wendy turned her around easily, using her slight height and weight advantage to gain control of Dana. "What do you want with me?" Dana screamed. "Why are you grabbing me? LET GO OF ME!" "No! You had fun at my expense, laughing at my misfortunes. I lived through hell and now I can see that it is making me stronger. You showed me that and now I must show you how strong I am, and how I am in control of my life again. You will be sorry you tossed me away and never even gave me a chance, you little bitch!" Wendy was grabbing Dana by her hair, pulling her towards her car. Dana was fighting back, but she was off balance and being pulled along awkwardly by her hair. Fighting was futile. Dana knew she was helpless against Wendy. They approached Wendy's car and Wendy shoved Dana across the front seat and buckled her in tight, threatening her that if she made a move or any sound there would be repercussions. Dana knew she was no match for Wendy and was terrified, too terrified to think - too terrified even to fight for her life. Wendy started the car and drove away. Dana sobbed all the way home, while Wendy shouted at her to shut up and be quiet. It was useless, though, as Dana had simply lost all control of herself and she was unable to stop her crying. Finally, Wendy had heard enough and without warning backhanded Dana across the face. Dana was shocked and the sting from the slap seemed to run its course through her entire body. She sat with a blank expression in her eyes and grasping her face, feeling the heat from the welt forming on her cheek. Suddenly, Dana felt a terrible warmth between her legs. In shock she had stared peeing right there, with no control anywhere in her body. The sobbing started again and Dana squeaked out a barely audible question. "What are you going to do with me?" "I am going to do whatever the hell I want to do with you, and you will love it - or there will be more punishment that will make that slap seem like a kiss." Just then Wendy noticed the puddle of urine flowing from the car seat to the floor. "You bitch, you fucking worthless bitch - you soiled my car! You are going to clean up this mess, or I'm going to clean it up with your face and hair." Dana was sobbing, trembling, totally absorbed in shock. "Take down your panties, pig, and pull them off. Wipe up the seat with them before it stains any worse than it already has. NOW - DO IT NOW, CUNT!" Dana did as she was told. Shifting herself on the seat, she removed her panties and used them to mop up the mess she had made. Her sobbing was getting louder again and as they approached Wendy's house Dana received another slap across her face. "I see you refuse to shut up so I have no choice but to shut you up. I will not have you sobbing in my driveway and maybe being seen by another car that might be passing by. I have no close neighbors - as you can see, my pet - so your screams would be useless, but your sobbing must stop. You must learn that you will do what I say, and stop when I say to stop. Now, how do you think I should get you to stop your crying?" Scared of receiving another slap Dana was afraid to say anything, and her breath was too short from crying to even be able to answer. Trembling, she sat silent. Her answer was not long in coming. "Put those nasty, disgusting panties in your mouth, cunt! Roll them up and stuff them in your mouth to stop that crying. When babies cry they get a pacifier. You will use your pissie-panties as your pacifier, baby!" Wendy slapped her again, reinforcing the fact that she meant every word that she said. With that, Dana pleaded with Wendy to stop this torture. She begged Wendy to take her back to her car and to let her just pay to have her car cleaned. "You fuckin' rich, snobby cunt! You think you can buy your way out of this? You are mine now, bitch, and you will see that my three years away from my life was not my choice. You will live the same hell I lived. NOW PUT THE PANTIES IN YOUR MOUTH!" Dana rolled up the panties and gagged as she pressed them against her lips, opening her mouth slowly to accept them in. She pushed with her fingers, piss dripping from the panties and down her arm as she stuffed them completely into her mouth. She was repulsed by the taste of her own urine, and even worse, she started gagging as it began dripping down her throat. Soon they arrived at Wendy's house and pulled into her garage. Wendy led Dana out of the car by her hair and threw her against the door. Wendy grabbed one of Dana's breasts through her clothing and squeezed tightly, looking into her eyes. "Welcome to your hell on earth, bitch," she said. Wendy unlocked the door and shoved the smaller woman inside. Dana was gasping for air, her mouth plugged, her nose full from crying. Wendy advised her to comply and things would go easier on her. "I will remove your pacifier so you can breath easier - if you learn the rules of my home," Wendy began. "The first rule is, slaves do not wear any clothing." Wendy sat back and waited to see how obedient Dana was going to be. Quickly Dana started removing her dress and after dropping it to the floor, the rest soon followed. She stood naked, tears flowing from her eyes, her hands trying to cover up her pubic mound while her arms covered her breasts. "Very good, Dana dear. My second rule is that you will address me only as Mistress, or Ma'am. You have done well so far, so I will allow you to take your pacifier out now." Dana reached for her mouth, sticking two fingers inside, and withdrew her panties. She held on to them, standing as straight as she could, staring at Wendy. Wendy went over to her and slapped her again, on the face. Dana reeled as she was enduring more pain and humiliation now than she had ever dreamed imaginable. "The next rule is that you will not look at me unless directed to. You will aim your stare at the floor, where all slaves spend most of their time. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I understand," Dana mustered. Wendy reached out and grabbed at one of Dana's breasts, twisting it. Dana tried to pull back, which increased the pressure on her breast. "You have already forgotten the second rule, bitch. You will address me as Mistress when you speak to me!" Dana stood silent, looking down. "Yes, Mistress," was all she could think to say. "You will be my slave and live only to please me. You will have no contact with any other people, and I will make sure of that by confining you to the very same room that held me for three years. You will be allowed out only when I am here, and you will serve me in every way when I am here. You like that, don't you, slut?" "No, I don't like that at all. I am not a lesbian and I don't plan on having any kind of sexual contact with you." Dana was attempting to make one last stand for her freedom trying to stand her ground to see if Wendy might wake up from her trance-like state, but she soon learned that this was the beginning of the end for her identity. Wendy grabbed Dana's hair and pushed her face into the wall, and with her free hand reached back and with a closed fist hit Dana in her abdomen. Dana felt a pain unlike any she had felt before and passed out. Dana woke up and found herself tied to a bed in a room with no windows. There was very little in the room, just a bed and a cabinet that appeared to be locked. She felt the immense pain in her side from the punch and she felt the ties restricting her motion. Her legs were secured to the bedposts with a metal rod cuffed between them to keep them open. She also felt an odd burning in her crotch. "I hope you have learned that you are no longer Dana, and no longer entitled to an opinion, or a choice in what you do or what is done to you. I could continue to punish you, but I think you might have an easier time if you try to follow my orders. "While you took a nap, I took the liberty of having you conform to another of my rules. You are not allowed to have pubic hair, so I shaved that nasty pussy of yours. I didn't use water or cream to do it, so you might feel a little itching and burning but you will get used to that. I'm glad you're awake now though, so you can share in this moment . . . " Wendy leaned over Dana and put her hands around her neck. Dana winced, expecting some sort or abuse, but instead felt a collar being put around her neck, with a metal tag hanging from it. The collar was securely fastened and Wendy stood back to admire her pet. Dana looked down and between her breasts she could see her bare pubic mound, now red and irritated. She could also see the ties around her feet, securing them tightly to the bed. The pain was still in her side and she groaned loudly. Surely someone would be searching for her by now. "Now I think it's time to get you ready for your first night as a slave slut. All slave sluts prefer to be teased for long periods of time - with no relief - so I have a cabinet full of toys that I will introduce you to in time. For now, though, you will spend your first night keeping this buttplug warm for me and wearing this mask to cover your slut face." Wendy slid the rubber mask over Dana's head and when it was on, she attached a ball gag to it, put it into her mouth, and tightened it. After making sure the rubber mask was tight and secure, Wendy then inserted the buttplug into Dana's ass, without using lube of any kind. She jammed it into her tight asshole, causing Dana to jump and wince with pain, unable to scream or move. Wendy attached the plug to a strap and tied it tightly around the trembling woman's waist, so the plug would stay in place over night. "Good night, slut, you may rest for the night now - and I suggest you do. Your day will be a learning experience tomorrow, and you'll need all your energy." Wendy turned out the light and left the room, leaving Dana in complete darkness. Dana laid there trying to fall asleep, hoping that she would wake and find it was all a dream. She also knew that even though she had been through hell, she was not tired because she had passed out for an unknown period of time. And it was still too early in the evening to go to bed. So instead of sleeping Dana laid awake, feeling the pressure of the plug in her ass, the sting on her face and in her crotch, the gag in her mouth, and the intense pain in her side. She also realized that she was very thirsty and that the last fluid she had tasted was her own urine, which did little to quench her thirst. At some point during the night, after hours of trying, Dana finally drifted off to sleep, leaving her torture behind for a short, but sweet slumber. Dana was awakened sometime during the middle of the night by feeling her gag being released from her mouth. "Are you hungry or thirsty, slave?" "Yes, Mistress, I am." Dana remembered to add the title of Mistress that time, hoping it would get her something to drink. Wendy produced a jug of water and took a long drink from it. "I might have the heart to give you something to drink, slut - would you like that?" "Yes, Mistress, please. I'm so thirsty." "Well, I think that maybe you might deserve a drink now." Wendy walked over to the bed and placed the jug just out of Dana's reach; it was then that Dana noticed Wendy was not dressed from the waist down. Wendy swung her legs around so she was sitting on the edge of the bed and then she climbed up more, placing her legs over Dana, eventually straddling her. Slowly Wendy crawled up, placing her pussy short inches from Dana's mouth. "Can you see how wet my pussy is, slut? Can you feel the need for that wetness on your lips?" Dana was repulsed by the thought of tasting another woman's pussy. She had never thought about it as an option for her sex life, but she knew she was not going to have a say in this. Before she could answer Wendy slid her pussy over Dana's lips, covering the mouth and chin of the rubber mask with her juices. Dana smelled the heady aroma of Wendy's pussy for the first time, though inside she knew it was just the first of many times. She felt her lips being coated with Wendy's slick moisture and it felt good. Dana was desperate for any moisture in her mouth, and slowly, reluctantly, she extended her tongue until she felt it rub against her Mistress's pussy. Wendy felt the tongue and smiled. Looking down at Dana, she let out an evil chuckle. "Well, look at who's a little cunt-sucker. Do you like my pussy, slut? You love eating it, don't you?" Wendy ground her hips faster and harder against Dana's face, forcing her tongue to go deeper into her juicy pink folds. Dana was gasping for air, smothered by her Mistress's pussy. She was tasting Wendy's juices, swallowing as they flowed freely down her throat. Dana's mouth was once again wet and she felt like if her mouth wasn't covered with pussy - if she could speak - she actually felt like she would be asking for more. Wendy rotated her hips faster, grinding her pussy harder against Dana's mouth. Dana answered by sticking her tongue out even farther, then stopped to lick faster around her Mistress's clit. Wendy moaned out loud as she felt her clit being sucked on furiously by her new slut. Dana was trying desperately to try to gain some sort of pleasure herself, but she couldn't break the ties to touch herself. She was hot and she knew that her own pussy was as wet as the one she was sucking. Wendy rocked with a fevered pitch, convulsing as she sent a flood of cum splashing down onto the rubber mask and into her slut's open mouth. Dana slurped greedily at her cum, drinking all that she could suck out. And as fast as she was on top of Dana's mouth, Wendy was back off of her and looking down at her, smiling. "You are quite a good cunt-licker - I think you've had practice, you slut. I think you were good enough, in fact, to get your drink." Wendy got off the bed and grabbed the jug of water. She took a long drink from it, swished it around in her mouth, then spit it out on her slave's tits. She took another drink, this time swallowing it. She then lifted the jug and tilted it, pouring the precious, cool water onto Dana's hot, exhausted body. Instantly the soothing liquid made her nipples stand erect. Dana's hopes of a drink soon disappeared, though, as the last drops trickled from the empty jug onto the bed and all over her. Wendy once again climbed back onto the bed, positioning herself over Dana's face. "I said you deserved a drink, slut, so here it is." She straddled her captive's mouth, placing her pussy right over her parted lips. Fear shot throughout Dana's weak body. Would she actually do this? Could she withstand the terrible humiliation of drinking Wendy's piss? None of these questions were answered in Dana's mind, however, before Wendy's hot golden stream splashed out, filling Dana's mouth. "If you know what's good for you, bitch, you won't spill a single drop of this," Wendy said. Then she laughed, adding "It's definitely an acquired taste, that's for sure. But you'll get used to it . . . " Dana moaned miserably but swallowed, unable to do anything else. Feeling as if she would pass out from the utter disgust and humiliation she felt she swallowed again, hanging on long enough to feel and taste the last drop of her Mistress's piss trickle down her throat. And as if being used as a toilet wasn't bad enough, she suffered one final insult when Wendy, hunching her hips forward just a bit, wiped her dripping pussy over her eyes to clean away any last droplets of piss. Dana cried out from the burning sting she felt as the warm urine got into her eyes, blinding her, and she squeezed her eyelids tightly shut. She could hear Wendy laughing wickedly just as she passed out. Still tied, Dana awoke to find herself lying on an extremely wet bed, and suddenly she remembered how she had been shamed the night before. All because she wasn't willing to take a chance on Wendy. She fought against her restraints helplessly, again with the same result - she was powerless to escape. She groaned in agony as she realized that throughout the course of her tormented night, the big plug in her sore ass had become even more uncomfortable. Then Wendy opened the door and walked in, smiling sweetly at her redheaded slave. "I have a surprise for you, slut. There is a visitor here that I want you to meet - but first I want you to wash the stink from your body." Wendy released the metal prong between Dana's legs, then freed the ties holding her feet. After came the dreaded rubber mask and Wendy pulled it off with one swipe, allowing it to snap against Dana's jaw as it slipped free. After her slave's arms were untied, Wendy grabbed her by the hair once again and led her to the bathroom where she ordered Dana to sit on the toilet. Producing a pair of sharp-looking clippers, Wendy grabbed up a thick handful of Dana's hair again and started cutting it away. Immediately Dana started to protest but was silenced with a quick, sharp slap to her cheek. As her long locks of shiny red hair fell to the floor, Dana sobbed quietly seeing the tresses she had taken such good care of, was so proud of, drift down to pile in worthless bunches at her feet and in her lap. Humming to herself, Wendy just smiled and kept clipping until there was no hair left. Then smoothing a big gob of shaving cream over the small stubble that covered Dana's head, Wendy ran a disposable razor over it again and again until even that was gone. Dana was now completely bald. She cried even harder when Wendy pulled her over to the mirror to display her handiwork. Wendy led her to the shower and turned it on, cold at first. Dana felt her nipples stiffen again under the strong jets of cold water. Wendy picked up the soap and lathered Dana's body, explaining to her that she wasn't worth the expense of the shampoo, which is why she had shaved her head. After she finished lathering up her slave Wendy instructed her to rinse off, which Dana did very quickly and stepped out of the shower. She was thrown an old towel, one that smelled like an animal. It was still damp, but she dried herself quietly and awaited her Mistress's commands. Wendy took two silver clamps from the shelf and tightened them, one after the other, to Dana's erect nipples. She then attached a chain between them. Wendy grabbed Dana by the arm and led her into the basement. As they approached the bottom of the stairs, Dana froze with horror. A German Shepherd was tied to a post in the middle of the floor. Dana didn't want to think about what was coming next, but she knew that she was about to be degraded in the worst way imaginable. Wendy smiled when she saw the look on her slave's face. "I'm your Mistress," she said simply. "This is your Master. You will show him every bit as much respect as you would show me. Do you understand?" Dana swallowed; this couldn't be happening. "Mistress, I . . . " The moment's hesitation caused a sharp, stinging slap to land on Dana's ass. "Yes Mistress, I understand," she cried out. "Very good. Now that we have that clear, bitch, let's get you properly introduced . . . " Wendy led Dana closer to the dog and instructed her to stand before him. There she stood, not a hair on her body, her nipples clamped painfully tight and still holding the plug in her ass, standing in front of a beast that was obviously there as part of her humiliation. "Kneel, bitch, and face your Master at his level." Dana got down on her hands and knees, facing the dog, and Wendy pushed his face to hers. The dog stuck his tongue out and licked Dana's face. "Suck on his tongue, bitch; taste his doggie spit." Dana looked up imploringly at her Mistress, but was rewarded with another hard slap across her ass. She stuck out her tongue until she felt it meet his and she sucked it into her mouth, feeling how hot and wet it was. "Now, turn around and let him smell that raunchy pussy of yours." Wendy was making up the degrading routine as she went, and she was loving the sight of this woman who caused her such pain just a day before suffering more pain than she had inflicted. Dana turned, presenting her ass for the dog's inquisitive nose. The Shepherd stuck his nose right between her legs, sniffing, and stuck his tongue out again, lightly licking her pussy. Dana started crying at the first sign of sexual contact. Wendy broke their contact then and brought the dog to her face. "I think he likes you, slut. Why don't you get to know him a little better? Reach out and touch his cock. Play with it and make it hard." Dana hesitated. She knew that if she gave in to this, she would forever be a dog-fucking whore in her mind. Suddenly, she felt the chain attached to the nipple clamps pulling hard on her, almost dragging her to the dog. Damn, that hurt! she thought, blinking back the tears that were starting to fill her eyes. Dana reached out and touched the dog's red cock that was just starting to protrude from the sheath. It was slimy and very warm, and it seemed to double in size when she first touched it. This is a nightmare, she thought, disgusted by the feeling of the slick length under her fingers, but finding it harder to ignore the faint warmth that she could feel slowly growing in her loins. The dog was prancing around, wanting the feeling on his cock to continue, but also wanting to feel something different. Another slap to her ass. Then: "Taste your Master's cock, slut. Let him feel that tongue that was so good to me." Dana swallowed. This wasn't right . . . it was - it was perverted! No, she realized, this goes far beyond perversion, this is depravity. She couldn't do this, but then she really had no choice. And that warmth! What was happening to her? She looked up at Wendy again. "Yes Mistress, I'll suck on his cock for you, Mistress." Dana felt like she was split in half, half of her terrified and disgusted by what she was about to do, the other half excited by this new role. Excited by the domination, by the force of being made to do such a filthy act. The dog leaned forward a bit, giving Dana space to stick her bald head beneath his stomach. Taking his cock in her hands she guided it to her lips, hesitating only the briefest of moments before her tongue came out and swirled over the tip of his cock. As a shudder ran through her body, Dana moaned, unsure if she was trembling from the initial disgust she had first felt or the animal lust that was steadily growing inside of her. Not that it really mattered anyway which way she felt - she was being forced to do what she was doing and she had no say in the matter. And like a slave cunt, she was doing it. It terrified her to think of what degradation Wendy would think up for her next. Dana was dizzy now, her head swirling, lost in the depravity of what she was doing. She closed her mouth around the dog's cock, and pushed more of it hungrily into her mouth. The dog jumped up and, placing his front paws on her shoulders, lunged into her, pushing his cock deeper, until it hit the back of her throat. Almost immediately she could taste his pre-cum start draining into her mouth, dripping from the slimy head of his cock in a heavy flow. It was salty, and bitter, yet she was enjoying it. The dog was ramming his cock into her mouth harder now, fucking her like she was his bitch, which was made clear now that that was exactly what she was - his bitch. From behind Wendy reached down and pushed against the butt plug, causing Dana to squirm. She then gave a fast tug and the plug was finally released from her ass. Wendy pulled the dog off of her slut and led him behind her. She pointed to Dana's pussy and the dog sniffed her one last time, then mounted her. Throughout the entire ordeal Dana had not felt a single touch to her pussy yet, and she was ready to feel some relief. She actually wanted to feel this dog's cock inside of her. She wanted to cum so bad she didn't care how anymore. Dana was on her knees, with her head resting on the floor. Suddenly, the dog pushed forward and in one thrust split her cunt wide open, burying himself deep inside of her well-lubricated pussy. Dana was lost now to her lust, as out of control as the moment she was abducted. "Master, please fuck me harder!" she cried out, giving herself in completely to the wave of perversity that was washing over her. If she couldn't fight it anymore, couldn't swim, then she would drown herself in it and let it carry her far out to sea. "Mistress, I want to cum - please, Mistress, may I cum?" The dog was fucking her brutally now, pounding her pussy harder with each thrust, pushing her across the floor. "I may let you, but only after your Master has been served, bitch. You are here for HIS pleasure. I really don't care about yours." Wendy laid down in front of Dana and reached for the chain, pulling it hard, stretching her tits. She pulled Dana forward so that her mouth was over her Mistress's pussy. "Eat my perfect pussy! Suck my cum out of me, bitch - pleasure me!" Dana gladly lowered her head to Wendy's pussy, lapping at it like a kitten would a saucer of milk. Tasting every drop of her Mistress's juices. The dog was still furiously thrusting his cock inside her slave's pussy and Wendy knew that Dana was going to be getting close to an orgasm soon. "You had better not even think of cumming before we do or you will not be allowed to cum again. Ever. Do you understand me, bitch?" Dana nodded as she continued to lick at Wendy's pussy, moaning softly as she worked her tongue deep between the fleshy, dripping folds of her Mistress's sex. Soon, Wendy was convulsing in orgasm, soaking her slut's face. Satisfied, Wendy got up and moved to Dana's ass. She reached down and grabbed the dog's cock as it thrust into her. She yanked at it once, ripping it from Dana's pussy and quickly aimed it at her ass. The dog continued thrusting forward, not wanting to miss a beat, and shoved his cock into her well-stretched ass. Dana let out a scream as the dog pounded his cock deep into her ass. After a few minutes of this rough assault on her backside she felt him start to fall off, then suddenly she felt a long, hot rush inside of her as he released his cum deep into her ass. "Mistress," she cried out, "He has cum - my Master came inside of me. May I cum, Mistress? Please?" "I will allow you to cum, bitch - if you can live by the following rule. This is your Master, and you are allowed to cum only for him. You are not allowed to cum with me, by yourself, or with anybody. Your orgasms belong to him and him only, and then only after he has cum." Dana was so desperate to cum that the one-sided agreement actually sounded fair to her. "Yes, Mistress, I cum only for my Master!" Dana squealed, pleasure erupting through her loins hotter than molten lava. "Only for my Master -" and with that she was seized by a tremendous orgasm, just as she felt the Shepherd's cock slip out of her ass at the same time. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't even touching herself and that there was no contact to her pussy at all when she came. Was she that turned on? She was completely lost. Wendy stood up and yanked on the chain, pulling Dana to her feet. "Thank your Master for his cum, bitch," she ordered. "Go to him and lick his cock clean for him." Immediately, Dana knelt in front of her Master, lowered her head, and started sucking on the dirty cock that had just shot cum into her ass. She could feel the cum leaking out of her and running down her legs. She could taste her ass on his cock, but she enjoyed his prick too much to care. "Slut, you must be hungry by now. Why don't you scrape the dog cum running out of your ass and down your legs and eat it?" "Yes, Mistress. I'll lick up his cum for you. I'll clean my Master's cum off of myself for you, Mistress." After she had eaten every bit of cum she could find, Dana was led back to her room where she was once again secured tightly to the bed. This was her second day as a captive slut and she felt that she was doing well at pleasing her Mistress and her Master. She hoped she wouldn't need to be punished any further.
Two and a half years later Wendy had lost the job that she had
eventually found and was forced to move back to her hometown. Needing her family's
assistance with finances - and knowing that she could not explain Dana - Wendy was forced
to set her slave free. THE END Back To General
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