The stock breeder animation 3 : Molded

working for Stephen made for an worry living, when I was n't being bent over a tabular array or uncollectible 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 secretaire and more to do with ... but still it paid well and I do relish the workplace and I mean all of the work that I do here. I 'd been at the ship's company a nearly two calendar month, I 'd managed to secure life at the apartment for myself and my room better half ... mainly me, mainly because Princess Grace of Monaco could see her way through virtually of her expenses. Still it was good to finally contribute to our flat in some way.

"Sarah I need you to amount in here for a minute please."Sir Leslie Stephen said over the intercommunication system linked to my desk.

I stood up and walked to his bureau, I was still extremely sore from yesterday when I was passed around during a dining table meeting. I was n't the just one to be passed around. They had girls brought in for just such an occasion. I however had been asked to take the minutes, of class it was a ploy on Sir Leslie Stephen 's part as he and the others never allowed me to start such a job. When I had first entered the board room I had been shown to a hind end which had been modified. Not modified exactly, I think it was designed to be like that. It was like a miniature saw gymnastic horse with a rubber vibrator in the heart. It had raised ridgepole either side of the vibrator designed to be quite malefic I suspect. Also a way to piss certain that who ever sat on that thing got off whether they wanted to or not.

You are kidding yourself if you tell yourself that none of the woman in the edifice do n't require to quench their pussycat 's insatiable appetence. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the metre, whether you are at home or at piece of work the damn matter never had an off day. about of the time you wo n't hear me complaining at all, but after yesterday I was going to feel that for a spell and what is more most of the people in the office knew that I was.

"Sarah I would like to thank you for your help yesterday. As a reinforcement for such first-class service, my father and I have agreed to treat you."Sir Leslie Stephen said to me I stared at him dumb founded ... wondering what he defined as a goody."I have made an assignment down at the local piercing mods place for you this morning along with an apointment with my female parent personal stylist. You will be pampered after your treatment, 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 knockout to recognise woman in here who had piercings and or mods, in fact with no underwear allowed you could see them coming a geographical mile off. I 'd seen some pretty disturbing things, his fathers secretary was a phantasma of her former self. The mod 's were not just physical they were mental, they had multitude that could mesmerize you change the way you think and so on. When in the presence of his father the secretarial assistant was on all fours, she was collared, she could n't have been more than nineteen yr old. She had been seen in the street as a adolescent and the moment she left schooltime she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the firm ... that was a class ago. nighttime grip under her eye, the way she shied away from human being striking or flinched if he looked at her wrongfulness. Yes she had the reverence of god in her, when it came to her Bos. I 'd discover the girls down the 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 printing that what she had just been doing was far from consensual. Rape period of play at its nearly extremum, the girls would laugh at her and tell her she is imaging things. Like you would want to imagine something like that.


Stephen accompanied me to my appointment that aurora, 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 count most days, unless his wife at home was giving him a hard clock time about something. Then he would bring in something slutty and tell me to go change. I had been made to wear something that was no better than cling film really. It was mostly see through the material, O.K. by mostly I do n't think anybody would be able-bodied to bury that dress as it showed everything perfectly. The apparel that I was made to wear were different to the ones I had started there wearing. For instance the prat one-half of the clothes was little fully grown than a belt. I wore high heel shoes that would ease up most multitude a case of dizziness.

I was n't plugged any more, he had let up on that, which I was glad about, I had enough job at work and at home without that beshrew thing. Occasionally he would leave one on my chairman and leave pedagogy to wear down it. It was a reminder of who was in charge of who and who had the control. Not that I needed that but I was fairly sure 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 gross to appear at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own boldness and had no reply.

"You must be Stephen and this adulteress must be Sarah, come this way I have a common soldier room for my more than wealthy paying customers."The man said escorting us down the hall. We walked through the backrest of the shop there were a duet of hoi polloi out back, all heavily tattoo 'd jez that was not a undecomposed look. At the cover was one woman, she was naked except for a catch and leash, heavily pregnant. She was plugged in all three holes, gagged with a thickheaded gum elastic thug covering her side ... you could n't see her oculus. pap clamps the vicious kind, that tighten the more you play with them. They were attached to a chain that stretched taught across the room to a hook of some kind, this would on social function go up or down and you could hear her moan in pain when they did. She had a buttocks plug in her ass the curly kind, like a pigs stern. I could n't see how big it was but I could see the hind end itself. The hype in her twat was big however it had a metal loop in the stern of it which was hooked up to the story and taught so if she moved she was in pain from one of several ways.

"This is my personal beef 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 hood off her during the day for month. Before breakfast and before dinner, she does n't need anything but a liquid lunch."He explained gropping himself."Well bitch clock time for you to drop off your dress."He said to me I glanced at Stephen who nodded his head in consent. I needed help to get out of it, it was that plastered and descriptor necking. Not that it did n't fit, it was a staring fit, it was just that it was one of those you were meant to contend to get in to and out of. Once it had hit the floor I was told to get into the chair/table ... not for certain what it was meant to be but it could own been dual intent. It had stirrups for some cause and my pes were placed into them. Then my legs were forced as far apart as the tabular array would allow and my torso would allow for that matter."Like all bitches you are a innate when your legs are spread."He said laughing with Stephen."Now I believe we have a vibrating implant to put in today, a button ring both mammilla to be pierced and oh yes ... now I remember."He said then looked at me."I would n't worry your passably petty read/write head off to a lot about it, you wo n't remember a thing."He said to me.


When I was next aware of my surroundings I was on the same board, 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 lifespan. She had decided this was what she wanted after all ... well she would have said yes in the beginning not knowing this would be the end termination. My clit throbbed with nuisance and something else, my teat were in the same predicament but a whole lot more terrible. I glance down and sure enough my mammilla were pierced ... gold annulus that were far loggerheaded than I would feature liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my breasts, underneath them were barbells running in diametric counselling to the gang also made of gold. I reached up to extend to them and felt a sharp vibration as my hands neared my mammilla. The quiver in my pussy, my hip joint might have bucked but the nuisance was vivid the combat injury still sweet no doubt. I hear a chortle from the door way and look up to see the man who had done this to me standing there with Stephen.

"I would n't do that for a while if I were you ... the Browning automatic rifle through your nipples act as sensors ... the closer your hands or mine or any male hands get your nipples they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his script moving in close to my tit I cry out in pain and pleasure all at once ... the vibrator is close to well that spot my hips buck as the botheration in my teat 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 shakiness going on."He explained upping the anty and intensity of the shakiness my hips buck and I moan the throbbing in my slit has gone up a notch and my pelvic arch are moving off their own accord."It can be word of honor activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the little control up to his mouth."Pussy."I scream pleasure ripping through my physical structure Stephen presses my pelvic arch back down to the table."Bitch."He says I scream now as a sharp shock streak through my slit and this time it is from pain."Slut."He says and makes me confess holy place shit."This thing right here has fifty different settings. You are now a remote ascendence whore."He says the vibration down there is the worst it has ever been and in that Lapplander present moment its the best its ever been.

"Oh we will be testing it out at work, you can be sure of that."Sir Leslie Stephen said to him."I may even suggest to the old man that he has all of his cleaning lady employees go through this if it works."Stephen said.

My persecutor, pleasurer or however you want to see it goes over to his better half and begins to detach her from the wall and base ... leaving the chains in position he walks over to the table which he lowers so I am now at priming coat floor almost. He takes the gag out of her mouth before telling her to climb up up on the table which she has been put up against."face forward you pudden-head whore."He snarls at Shelia, I feel for her as we both cry out. So he has done this to her as well. Her swollen belly is in the way and she requires assist to get on the table. Then shuffles down the table so we are face to confront. Stephen walks around the front of me placing the chain from her mammilla clinch in my mouth."Use that as a pain killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in pain sensation as the vibration grows in my pussy. Throwing my head back with a moan, the woman above me cries out in botheration ... her breasts now the centre of my world and hers for the same reasons. She grunts I do n't know what they are doing to her but she shoots forward a little bit. I ca n't see her face except for her lip which has just formed the condition of an o.

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

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

"No lord please your cock is hurting me."She cries.

"trade good, be a goodness little whore and relish the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with pleasance."Your note the whores can total without being touched, this is the best part of what is done to them. One meaning cunt and one soon to be pregnant slit, both unable to do anything ... any time you say a word like cunt or whore, slag will work to ... but whore well you can tell. If they could get their clitoris together you know replete well what the dirty little slattern would be doing compensate now."He said to Stephen, we were both screaming incoherently the bastard knew what he was doing to us he just did n't care. He was fucking his married woman or slave or whatever she was to him. I could enjoin by the grunts and groan from them both and the way she jerked forward with every stroke of his cock. I was so close to my orgasm and I could n't get anywhere near the parts I wanted to run with. Even the pain 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 mouth, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his cock into my backtalk. 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 breed your unhurt hole as soon as it is healed squawk ... you will bed 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 shaver in that whore body ... I will spawn you for the world to see. You are mine owned by me and a slave to my whimsey whore zippo more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to suck his cock and tried desperately to cum. His Holy Scripture were having the desire consequence on my body and the modifications he had made to it. I closed my eyes as I felt his musket ball start to retract he pulled out of my mouth shooting all over my nerve he laughed called me a whore again and that was me over the edge. It was the showtime time I had come without any form of penetration at all. I came all over my piercer and his slave.

When I can call back straight again, Shelia is back in her niche crying through her weed, I am no longer confined to the table ineffective to prompt. Stephen is in the room paying the man.

"Time to get you back into your garb Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to heal before this goes any further bitch."He says I moan."trough then the other men in the office will know you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my frock and my dog. Looking down at my body as it is now its obvious that my mammilla are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that single-valued function off for the time being. He had it on a bit ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote ascendence whore, I am paid to open up my branch for him mostly and I knew it. It did n't weigh if I was okay with this, I was just an target to be used by him and anyone else he deemed could throw me .