The breeder life history 3 : Molded

working for Sir Leslie Stephen made for an occupy life, when I was n't being bent over a table or big as it turned out. The job itself kept me in use and it paid well. I 'm not the pay had much to do with the job of being secretary and more than to do with ... but still it paid well and I do love the work and I mean all of the work that I do here. I 'd been at the caller a nearly two calendar month, I 'd managed to secure life at the apartment for myself and my room mate ... mainly me, mainly because Princess Grace of Monaco could see her way through most of her expenses. Still it was honest to finally chip in to our apartment in some way.

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

I stood up and walked to his office, I was still extremely sore from yesterday when I was passed around during a board meeting. I was n't the only one to be passed around. They had girls brought in for just such an social occasion. I however had been asked to accept the minutes, of course it was a ploy on Stephen 's component as he and the others never allowed me to pop out such a job. When I had first entered the display board room I had been shown to a nates which had been modified. Not modified exactly, I think it was designed to be like that. It was like a miniature saw horse with a gumshoe vibrator in the center. It had raised ridges either side of the vibrator designed to be quite immorality I suspect. Also a way to piddle sure as shooting 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 charwoman in the building do n't want to quench their pussy 's insatiable appetite. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the fourth dimension, whether you are at home or at work the damn affair never had an off day. nigh of the metre you wo n't hear me complaining at all, but after yesterday I was going to find that for a while and what is more most of the people in the office knew that I was.

"Sarah I would care to thank you for your service yesterday. As a reward for such excellent service, my male parent and I have agreed to care for you."Stephen said to me I stared at him dumb founded ... wondering what he defined as a delicacy."I have made an assignment down at the local piercing mods place for you this morning along with an apointment with my mothers personal hairdresser. 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 hard to blob women in here who had piercings and or mods, in fact with no underwear allowed you could see them coming a nautical mile off. I 'd seen some pretty disturbing things, his male parent repository was a shadow of her former self. The mod 's were not just physical they were mental, they had people that could hypnotise you change the way you think and so on. When in the front of his male parent the secretaire was on all fours, she was collared, she could n't have got been more than nineteen age old. She had been seen in the street as a stripling and the present moment she left shoal she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the business firm ... that was a year ago. darkness pocketbook under her eyes, the way she shied away from human physical contact or flinched if he looked at her incorrectly. Yes she had the concern of god in her, when it came to her boss. I 'd get word 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 sentence he let her go though she was bruised and under the impression that what she had just been doing was far from consensual. rapine play at its most extreme, the young woman would laugh at her and narrate her she is imaging things. Like you would want to opine something like that.


Stephen accompanied me to my appointment that morning, we just looked like your every day brace. Both of us dressed well, both of us looking like professional 's. That was was the way that he wanted me to look almost days, unless his wife at house was giving him a knockout clock time about something. Then he would bring in something slutty and evidence me to go change. I had been made to wear off something that was no better than cling plastic film really. It was mostly see through the material, okay by mostly I do n't think anybody would be able-bodied to forget that dress as it showed everything perfectly. The clothes that I was made to wear were different to the ones I had started there wearing. For illustration the bottom half of the dress was lilliputian magnanimous than a belt. I wore high blackguard shoes that would have to the highest degree people a shell of dizziness.

I was n't plugged any more, he had let up on that, which I was sword lily about, I had enough trouble at body of work and at home without that damn thing. Occasionally he would get out one on my chair and leave instructions to wear 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 store it self. There was one man tattooed and pierced, his brass was littered with piercings, it was actually complete to look at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own face and had no solvent.

"You must be Sir Leslie Stephen and this slut must be Sarah, arrive this way I have a private room for my more moneyed paying customers."The man said escorting us down the G. Stanley Hall. We walked through the back of the shop there were a couple of people out back, all heavily tattoo 'd jez that was not a good spirit. At the book binding was one woman, she was naked except for a collar and triad, heavily pregnant. She was plugged in all three holes, gagged with a boneheaded rubber hood covering her boldness ... you could n't see her eyes. mammilla clamps the vicious sort, that tighten the more you play with them. They were attached to a Sir Ernst Boris 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 a line her moan in infliction when they did. She had a shadower sparking plug in her ass the curly form, like a pigs tail. I could n't see how big it was but I could see the fag end itself. The plug in her slit was big however it had a metal loop in the seat 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 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 hood off her during the day for month. Before breakfast and before dinner, she does n't require anything but a liquid lunch."He explained gropping himself."fountainhead bitch prison term for you to misplace your dress."He said to me I glanced at Stephen who nodded his nous in consent. I needed assistant to get out of it, it was that pie-eyed and form kissing. Not that it did n't fit, it was a sodding fit, it was just that it was one of those you were meant to shin to get in to and out of. Once it had hit the storey I was told to get into the chair/table ... not sure what it was meant to be but it could sustain been dual role. It had stirrups for some reason and my base were placed into them. Then my legs were forced as far apart as the table would allow and my physical structure would let for that issue."Like all bitches you are a natural when your legs are spread."He said laughing with Stephen."Now I believe we have a vibrating implant to put in today, a clit ring both pap to be pierced and oh yes ... now I remember."He said then looked at me."I would n't worry your pretty piddling top dog off to much about it, you wo n't commend a thing."He said to me.


When I was adjacent aware of my surround I was on the Same table, resting. The two men were not in the room, Shelia was still on the base still gagged and plugged. I was incapable 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 outset not knowing this would be the end resultant role. My button throbbed with pain in the neck and something else, my mamilla were in the same predicament but a hale lot more painful. I glance down and sure as shooting enough my mammilla were pierced ... atomic number 79 rings that were far blockheaded than I would receive liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my chest, underneath them were barbells running in opposite steering to the rings also made of atomic number 79. I reached up to disturb them and felt a sharp vibration as my hands neared my nipples. The vibration in my cunt, my hips might have bucked but the hurting was vivid the wound still new no dubiousness. I hear a chuckle from the door way and look up to see the man who had done this to me standing there with Sir Leslie Stephen.

"I would n't do that for a while if I were you ... the ginmill through your nipples act as sensors ... the cheeseparing your hands or mine or any males handwriting get your nipples they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his hand moving in close to my teat I cry out in pain and pleasure all at once ... the vibrator is close to well that point my hip joint buck as the pain in my mammilla and down there is acute."Misbehave and you can be punished, behave well and you can be rewarded. Like right now you have a low vibration going on."He explained upping the anty and intensity of the trembling my pelvic girdle buck and I moan the throbbing in my cunt has gone up a notch and my coxa are moving off their own accord."It can be word activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the fiddling control up to his sassing."Pussy."I scream pleasance ripping through my consistency Stephen presses my hip back down to the table."Bitch."He says I scream now as a acute shock ravel through my pussy and this time it is from pain."Slut."He says and makes me oink holy mother fucker."This thing right here has fifty different settings. You are now a remote dominance whore."He says the vibration down there is the big it has ever been and in that Lapp moment its the estimable its ever been.

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

My tormentor, pleasurer or however you want to see it goes over to his match and begins to detach her from the wall and floor ... leaving the chemical chain in place he walks over to the table which he lowers so I am now at ground stage almost. He takes the gag out of her mouth before telling her to climb up on the table which she has been put up against."Face forward you stupe 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 stomach is in the way and she requires avail to get on the table. Then shuffles down the table so we are face to face up. Stephen walks around the figurehead of me placing the mountain range from her pap clamps in my mouth."Use that as a painfulness killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in pain as the vibration grows in my kitty. Throwing my drumhead back with a moan, the cleaning lady above me cries out in hurting ... her breasts now the heart and soul of my humans and hers for the like intellect. She grunts I do n't have it away what they are doing to her but she shoots forward a little bit. I ca n't see her human face except for her mouth which has just formed the shape of an o.

"Please master 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 superior please your pecker is hurting me."She cries.

"commodity, be a good little fancy woman and savour the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with pleasure."Your note the cyprian can arrive without being touched, this is the good part of what is done to them. One pregnant cunt and one soon to be pregnant cunt, both ineffective to do anything ... any time you say a word like squawk or whore, slag will work to ... but whore well you can evidence. If they could get their clitoris together you know wide-cut well what the dingy little sluts would be doing right now."He said to Sir Leslie 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 wife or slave or whatever she was to him. I could state by the oink and moans from them both and the way she jerked forward with every chance event of his cock. I was so close to my orgasm and I could n't get anywhere near the constituent I wanted to play with. Even the infliction was making me hot.

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

His cock out and pointed down at my mouthpiece, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his hammer into my mouth. I was used to his girth and length by now and I knew he must be close to going over the edge."I am going to breed your completely fix as soon as it is healed bitch ... you will know what it is like to be my personal bawd since I pay you to be one ... you will know what it is like to post my nestling in that woman of the street torso ... I will breed you for the world to see. You are mine owned by me and a slave to my notion whore zilch more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to lactate his rooster and tried desperately to cum. His Christian Bible were having the desired outcome on my body and the modifications he had made to it. I closed my eyes as I felt his chunk start to retract he pulled out of my oral fissure shooting all over my face he laughed called me a harlot again and that was me over the edge. It was the number one metre I had come without any variety of penetration at all. I came all over my piercer and his striver.

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

"Time to get you back into your attire Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to bring around before this goes any further bitch."He says I moan."cashbox then the other men in the office will live you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my dress and my heels. Looking down at my physical structure as it is now its obvious that my teat are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that function off for the metre being. He had it on a moment ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote command harlot, I am paid to open my legs for him mostly and I knew it. It did n't matter if I was okay with this, I was just an object to be used by him and anyone else he deemed could have me .