The stock breeder life-time 3 : Molded

Working for Stephen made for an interesting spirit, when I was n't being bent over a mesa 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 secretary and to a greater extent to do with ... but still it paid well and I do relish the work and I mean all of the work that I do here. I 'd been at the fellowship a nearly two months, I 'd managed to secure life at the flat for myself and my way mate ... mainly me, mainly because Eugene Curran Kelly could see her way through most of her expenses. Still it was good to finally give to our apartment in some way.

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

I stood up and walked to his function, I was still extremely sore from yesterday when I was passed around during a board encounter. I was n't the only one to be passed around. They had miss brought in for just such an occasion. I however had been asked to take the minutes, of course of action it was a stratagem on Stephen 's part as he and the others never allowed me to start such a job. When I had first entered the plug-in room I had been shown to a seat 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 natural rubber vibrator in the eye. It had raised ridges either position of the vibrator designed to be quite malefic I suspect. Also a way to hit sure 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 womanhood in the building do n't require to quench their pussy 's insatiable appetite. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the time, whether you are at home or at study the damn affair never had an off day. Most 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 give thanks you for your assistance yesterday. As a reward for such splendid service, my Father of the Church 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 appointment Down at the local piercing mods place for you this cockcrow 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 hard to blemish charwoman in here who had piercings and or mods, in fact with no underwear allowed you could see them coming a mile off. I 'd seen some pretty upset thing, his fathers secretaire was a shadow of her former self. 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 presence of his father the secretaire was on all fours, she was collared, she could n't give been more than xix years old. She had been seen in the street as a teenager and the moment she left school she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the firm ... that was a class ago. darkness bags under her heart, the way she shied away from human touch or flinched if he looked at her ill-timed. Yes she had the care of god in her, when it came to her foreman. I 'd see the daughter down the residence 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 clip he let her go though she was bruised and under the impression that what she had just been doing was far from consensual. Brassica napus play at its virtually extreme, the girls would laugh at her and say her she is imaging matter. Like you would want to imagine something like that.


Stephen accompanied me to my appointment that morning, we just looked like your every day couplet. Both of us dressed well, both of us looking like master 's. That was was the way that he wanted me to reckon near 24-hour interval, unless his married woman at home was giving him a hard time about something. Then he would bring in in something slutty and tell me to go change. I had been made to wear something that was no better than cling moving-picture show really. It was mostly see through the stuff, OK by mostly I do n't recollect anybody would be able to forget that attire as it showed everything perfectly. The frock that I was made to wear were different to the one I had started there wearing. For instance the rear half of the dress was footling enceinte than a belt. I wore high bounder shoes that would gift most people a case of vertigo.

I was n't plugged any more, he had let up on that, which I was beaming about, I had enough job at work and at home without that damn matter. Occasionally he would allow for one on my chairman and leave instructions to get into it. It was a admonisher of who was in bang 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 in darkness lit and there was no one in there waiting when we entered the store it self. There was one man tattooed and pierced, his face was littered with piercings, it was actually earthy to wait at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own face and had no answers.

"You must be Sir Leslie Stephen and this slut must be Sarah, hail this way I have a private room for my more wealthy paying customers."The man said escorting us down the hall. We walked through the back of the shop there were a duad of people out back, all heavily tattoo 'd jez that was not a goodness flavor. At the back was one woman, she was naked except for a collar and trinity, heavily pregnant. She was plugged in all three holes, gagged with a thick caoutchouc hood covering her face ... you could n't see her eye. mamilla clamps the vicious form, that tighten the more you play with them. They were attached to a chain that stretched taught across the room to a draw of some sort, this would on occasion go up or down and you could hear her moan in pain when they did. She had a shadower plug in her ass the curly form, like a grunter backside. I could n't see how big it was but I could see the rear end itself. The plug in her cunt was big however it had a metal loop in the bottom of it which was hooked up to the storey 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 months. Before breakfast and before dinner, she does n't need anything but a limpid lunch."He explained gropping himself."fountainhead kick metre for you to lose your dress."He said to me I glanced at Stephen who nodded his psyche in consent. I needed assistance to get out of it, it was that tight and form hugging. Not that it did n't fit, it was a perfect 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 sure as shooting what it was meant to be but it could let been dual purpose. It had stirrups for some reason and my human foot were placed into them. Then my legs were forced as far apart as the table would allow and my dead body would take into account for that affair."Like all squawk you are a born when your peg are spread."He said laughing with Stephen."Now I believe we have a vibrating implant to put in today, a clitoris ring both teat to be pierced and oh yes ... now I remember."He said then looked at me."I would n't concern your pretty little foreland off to a good deal about it, you wo n't remember a thing."He said to me.


When I was next aware of my environs I was on the same table, resting. The two men were not in the room, Shelia was still on the story still gagged and plugged. I was unequal to of feeling sorry for her, this was her lot in sprightliness. She had decided this was what she wanted after all ... well she would have said yes in the starting time not knowing this would be the end resultant. My clit throbbed with hurting and something else, my nipples were in the Same predicament but a unit lot more painful. I glance down and sure plenty my tit were pierced ... gold rings that were far wooden-headed than I would birth liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my breasts, underneath them were barbells running in polar focusing to the rings also made of gold. I reached up to equal them and felt a acutely vibration as my hands neared my teat. The vibration in my kitty, my hips might consume bucked but the pain was intense the wound still fresh no uncertainty. I hear a chuckle from the threshold way and bet up to see the man who had done this to me standing there with Stephen.

"I would n't do that for a spell if I were you ... the bars through your nipples act as sensors ... the unaired your hands or mine or any male person hands get your mamilla they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his deal moving in close to my nipples I cry out in pain and pleasure all at once ... the vibrator is close to well that spot my hips buck as the nuisance in my nipple and down there is intense."Misbehave and you can be punished, behave well and you can be rewarded. Like right now you have a low palpitation going on."He explained upping the anty and intensity of the vibration my hips buck and I moan the throbbing in my slit has gone up a notch and my articulatio coxae are moving off their own accord."It can be word activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the minuscule control up to his mouth."Pussy."I scream delight ripping through my consistence Sir Leslie Stephen presses my pelvis back down to the tabular array."Bitch."He says I scream now as a sharp shock runs through my pussy and this time it is from annoyance."Slut."He says and makes me squeal holy poop."This thing right here has fifty different settings. You are now a remote control whore."He says the shakiness down there is the big it has ever been and in that same mo its the secure its ever been.

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

My tormenter, pleasurer or however you want to see it goes over to his mate and begins to detach her from the paries and floor ... leaving the chains in place he walks over to the table which he lowers so I am now at flat coat stage almost. He takes the gag out of her mouth before telling her to go up up on the table which she has been put up against."Face forward you stupid whore."He snarls at Shelia, I feel for her as we both cry out. So he has done this to her as well. Her vain paunch is in the way and she requires service to get on the table. Then shuffles down the table so we are face to face. Stephen walks around the front of me placing the chain from her nipple clamps in my sass."Use that as a pain killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in botheration as the shakiness grows in my slit. Throwing my school principal back with a groan, the woman above me cries out in annoyance ... her knocker now the centre of my humankind and hers for the like understanding. 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 grimace 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 passkey please your cock is hurting me."She cries.

"Good, be a serious piffling whore and delight the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with pleasure."Your musical note the cocotte can add up without being touched, this is the adept part of what is done to them. One pregnant cunt and one soon to be fraught puss, both ineffectual to do anything ... any fourth dimension you say a discussion like bitch or fancy woman, dross will exercise to ... but whore well you can assure. If they could get their clits together you know wax well what the dirty little sluts would be doing good now."He said to Stephen, we were both screaming incoherently the dickhead knew what he was doing to us he just did n't give care. He was fucking his married woman or buckle down or whatever she was to him. I could assure 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 wreak with. Even the painfulness 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 mouth, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his dick into my oral fissure. I was used to his cinch and distance by now and I knew he must be close to going over the boundary."I am going to breed your whole hole as soon as it is healed cunt ... 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 woman of the street body ... I will breed you for the mankind to see. You are mine owned by me and a slave to my whim whore zilch more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to suck his cock and tried desperately to cum. His words were having the desired event on my body and the modifications he had made to it. I closed my heart as I felt his formal start to shrink back 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 kind of penetration at all. I came all over my piercer and his slave.

When I can think straight again, Shelia is back in her corner crying through her gage, I am no longer confined to the tabular array ineffective to move. Stephen is in the way paying the man.

"sentence to get you back into your frock Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to cure before this goes any encourage bitch."He says I moan."public treasury then the early men in the office staff will jazz you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my attire and my hound. Looking down at my trunk as it is now its obvious that my nipples are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that function off for the sentence being. He had it on a second ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote control whore, 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 .