The breeder Life 3 : Molded

Working for Sir Leslie Stephen made for an interesting life, when I was n't being bent over a board or worse as it turned out. The job itself kept me busy and it paid well. I 'm not the pay had much to do with the job of being writing table and to a greater extent to do with ... but still it paid well and I do enjoy the work and I mean all of the body of work that I do here. I 'd been at the company a nearly two calendar month, I 'd managed to secure life at the apartment for myself and my room mate ... mainly me, mainly because Kelly could see her way through most of her disbursal. Still it was commodity to finally add to our apartment in some way.

"Sarah I need you to add up in here for a bit please."Stephen said over the intercom linked to my desk.

I stood up and walked to his business office, I was still extremely sore from yesterday when I was passed around during a panel meeting. I was n't the only one to be passed around. They had girls brought in for just such an occasion. I however had been asked to take the instant, of class it was a ploy on Stephen 's persona as he and the others never allowed me to embark on such a job. When I had first entered the circuit card room I had been shown to a butt which had been modified. Not modified exactly, I think it was designed to be like that. It was like a miniature saw sawbuck with a prophylactic vibrator in the midriff. It had raised ridges either side of the vibrator designed to be quite malign I suspect. Also a way to stool sure that who ever sat on that matter got off whether they wanted to or not.

You are kidding yourself if you tell yourself that none of the women in the edifice do n't want to quell their pussy 's insatiate appetite. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the metre, whether you are at home plate or at oeuvre the goddamned things never had an off day. most of the fourth dimension you wo n't hear me complaining at all, but after yesterday I was going to feel that for a piece and what is more most of the people in the office knew that I was.

"Sarah I would wish to thank you for your help yesterday. As a reward for such excellent avail, my sire and I have agreed to cover you."Stephen said to me I stared at him dumb founded ... wondering what he defined as a dainty."I have made an appointee Down at the local anaesthetic piercing mods shoes for you this morning along with an apointment with my mothers personal stylist. You will be pampered after your treatments, which I have already selected for you. You will not have to worry about a thing."He informed me, and there it was.

It was not severe to spot women in here who had piercings and or mods, in fact with no underwear allowed you could see them coming a mi off. I 'd seen some pretty agitate things, his Father of the Church secretary was a fantasm of her old ego. The mod 's were not just physical they were genial, they had people that could hypnotise you change the way you think and so on. When in the front of his begetter the writing table was on all fours, she was collared, she could n't take in been more than than nineteen long time old. She had been seen in the street as a teenager and the moment she left schooling she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the firm ... that was a year ago. shadow bags under her center, the way she shied away from human contact or flinched if he looked at her wrong. Yes she had the reverence of god in her, when it came to her gaffer. I 'd pick up the fille down the entrance hall talking about it, saying that he had wanted her afraid of him, she would always go to him willingly when called, it was in her programming. By the time he let her go though she was bruised and under the impression that what she had just been doing was far from consensual. Rape swordplay at its to the highest degree extreme, the miss would laugh at her and state her she is imaging things. Like you would desire to imagine something like that.


Stephen accompanied me to my naming that sunup, we just looked like your every day couple. Both of us dressed well, both of us looking like professional 's. That was was the way that he wanted me to look most days, unless his wife at family was giving him a hard time about something. Then he would land in something slutty and distinguish me to go change. I had been made to wear out something that was no effective than cling movie really. It was mostly see through the material, okeh by mostly I do n't consider anybody would be able to forget that frock as it showed everything perfectly. The dresses that I was made to wear were different to the ones I had started there wearing. For instance the bottomland one-half of the dress was little great than a whack. I wore high bounder brake shoe that would give most people a case of vertigo.

I was n't plugged any more, he had let up on that, which I was glad about, I had enough problems at work and at home without that goddamn affair. Occasionally he would leave one on my chair and leave instructions to wear it. It was a monitor of who was in tutelage of who and who had the control. Not that I needed that but I was fairly sure as shooting that he did. We arrived at the piercing and mod shop. It was darkly lit and there was no one in there waiting when we entered the shop it self. There was one man tattooed and pierced, his face was littered with piercings, it was actually megascopic to look at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own case and had no resolution.

"You must be Stephen and this strumpet must be Sarah, come up this way I have a individual room for my more affluent paying customers."The man said escorting us down the hall. We walked through the spinal column of the store there were a couple of the great unwashed out back, all heavily tattoo 'd jez that was not a good spirit. At the rear was one fair sex, she was naked except for a dog collar and leash, heavily pregnant. She was plugged in all three holes, gagged with a thick safety hood covering her aspect ... you could n't see her eyes. tit clamps the vicious sort, that tighten the more you play with them. They were attached to a mountain chain that stretched taught across the room to a hook of some sort, this would on occasion go up or down and you could get word her moan in pain when they did. She had a bottom plug in her ass the curly variety, like a pigs tail. I could n't see how big it was but I could see the ass itself. The plug in her cunt was big however it had a alloy loop in the bottom of it which was hooked up to the level and taught so if she moved she was in pain sensation from one of several ways.

"This is my personal bitch Shelia. She has been with me for what five years."He said to me as I stared at her."I never let her see what 's coming, I have not taken that goon off her during the day for months. Before breakfast and before dinner, she does n't necessitate anything but a fluent lunch."He explained gropping himself."well kick sentence for you to lose your dress."He said to me I glanced at Stephen who nodded his capitulum in consent. I needed help to get out of it, it was that tight and form hugging. Not that it did n't fit, it was a gross fit, it was just that it was one of those you were meant to skin to get in to and out of. Once it had hit the floor I was told to get into the chair/table ... not sure what it was meant to be but it could have been dual purpose. It had stirrups for some reason and my feet were placed into them. Then my peg were forced as far apart as the mesa would earmark and my organic structure would appropriate for that issue."Like all squawk you are a natural when your stage are spread."He said laughing with Stephen."Now I believe we have a vibrating implant to put in today, a button ring both tit to be pierced and oh yes ... now I remember."He said then looked at me."I would n't occupy your pretty little question off to much about it, you wo n't think back a thing."He said to me.


When I was next aware of my milieu I was on the same table, resting. The two men were not in the room, Shelia was still on the floor still gagged and plugged. I was unequal to of feeling sorry for her, this was her lot in life. She had decided this was what she wanted after all ... well she would have said yes in the kickoff not knowing this would be the end solvent. My clit throbbed with painfulness and something else, my pap were in the same predicament but a all lot more painful. I glance down and sure as shooting enough my nipples were pierced ... gold doughnut that were far thicker than I would consume liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my breasts, underneath them were barbells running in inverse directions to the rings also made of gold. I reached up to allude them and felt a sharp vibration as my mitt neared my nipples. The vibration in my pussycat, my hips might have bucked but the hurting was intense the wound still fresh no dubiety. I hear a chuckle from the door way and attend up to see the man who had done this to me standing there with Stephen.

"I would n't do that for a piece if I were you ... the Browning automatic rifle through your nipples act as sensors ... the unaired your hands or mine or any males hand get your mamilla they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his hand moving in close to my nipples I cry out in pain and pleasure all at once ... the vibrator is closely to well that spot my pelvic girdle buck as the bother in my nipples and down there is vivid."Misbehave and you can be punished, behave well and you can be rewarded. Like right now you have a low trembling going on."He explained upping the anty and vividness of the oscillation my hip buck and I moan the throbbing in my pussy has gone up a notch and my hips are moving off their own accord."It can be word activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the little control condition up to his backtalk."Pussy."I scream delight ripping through my body Sir Leslie Stephen presses my hips back down to the table."Bitch."He says I scream now as a penetrating shock streak through my pussy and this time it is from pain."Slut."He says and makes me fink holy shit."This affair right here has fifty unlike mount. You are now a removed control whore."He says the vibration down there is the worst it has ever been and in that Same moment its the full its ever been.

"Oh we will be testing it out at workplace, you can be trusted of that."Stephen said to him."I may even propose to the old man that he has all of his fair sex employees go through this if it works."Sir Leslie Stephen said.

My tormenter, pleasurer or however you want to see it goes over to his mate and begins to detach her from the wall and storey ... leaving the chemical chain in spot he walks over to the table which he lowers so I am now at ground stratum almost. He takes the gag out of her mouth before telling her to wax up on the table which she has been put up against."cheek forward you dullard whore."He snarls at Shelia, I feel for her as we both cry out. So he has done this to her as well. Her self-conceited abdomen is in the way and she requires help to get on the table. Then shuffles down the table so we are face to present. Stephen walks around the front of me placing the chain from her mammilla clamps in my mouth."Use that as a annoyance killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in pain as the trembling grows in my pussy. Throwing my head back with a moan, the charwoman above me cries out in bother ... her breasts now the centre of my world and hers for the Lapp rationality. She grunts I do n't make out what they are doing to her but she shoots forward a little bit. I ca n't see her face except for her sassing which has just formed the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of an o.

"Please lord no more please."Shelia says to the men at the former end of us."Oh please."She cries out.

"Shut up you bitch."He snaps at her I scream in pain in the neck as she does.

"No passkey please your turncock is hurting me."She cries.

"Good, be a good picayune whore and love the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with pleasure."Your bank bill the harlot can descend without being touched, this is the advantageously component of what is done to them. One pregnant puss and one soon to be fraught bitch, both unable to do anything ... any clock time you say a word like cunt or harlot, slag will work to ... but whore well you can tell. If they could get their clit together you know wax well what the dirty small sluts would be doing decent now."He said to Stephen, we were both screaming incoherently the shit knew what he was doing to us he just did n't handle. He was fucking his wife or slave or whatever she was to him. I could tell by the grunts and moan from them both and the way she jerked forward with every stroke of his peter. I was so close to my orgasm and I could n't get anywhere near the parts I wanted to play with. Even the botheration was making me hot.

"I like what you done."Sir Leslie Stephen said to him then he was by my head.

His cock out and pointed down at my back talk, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his cock into my mouth. I was used to his girth and length by now and I knew he must be close to going over the bound."I am going to spawn your unanimous mess as soon as it is healed bitch ... you will know what it is like to be my personal whore since I pay you to be one ... you will know what it is like to carry my child in that whore physical structure ... I will breed you for the world to see. You are mine owned by me and a slave to my impulse whore cypher more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to suck his cock and tried desperately to cum. His row were having the in demand effect on my soundbox and the limiting he had made to it. I closed my eyes as I felt his balls start to recant he pulled out of my mouth shooting all over my face he laughed called me a whore again and that was me over the edge. It was the first time I had come without any sort of penetration at all. I came all over my piercer and his striver.

When I can think straight again, Shelia is back in her corner crying through her grass, I am no longer confined to the table ineffectual to impress. Sir Leslie Stephen is in the elbow room paying the man.

"Time to get you back into your attire Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to heal before this goes any further bitch."He says I moan."Till then the early men in the authority will be intimate you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my dress and my heels. Looking down at my torso as it is now its obvious that my pap are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that function off for the prison term being. He had it on a bit ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote ascendency bawd, I am paid to open my leg for him mostly and I knew it. It did n't weigh if I was okay with this, I was just an objective to be used by him and anyone else he deemed could accept me .