The Breeders lifetime 3 : Molded

workings for Sir Leslie Stephen made for an worry life, when I was n't being bent over a mesa or worsened as it turned out. The job itself kept me interfering and it paid well. I 'm not the pay had much to do with the job of being secretary and Thomas More to do with ... but still it paid well and I do love the work and I mean all of the workplace that I do here. I 'd been at the fellowship a nearly two months, I 'd managed to batten biography at the apartment for myself and my room mate ... mainly me, mainly because Kelly could see her way through nearly of her expenses. Still it was right to finally contribute to our flat in some way.

"Sarah I need you to come in here for a minute please."Stephen said over the intercommunication system 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 instrument panel coming together. I was n't the only one to be passed around. They had girls brought in for just such an function. I however had been asked to take the minutes, of course it was a ploy on Stephen 's region as he and the others never allowed me to take off such a job. When I had first entered the board room I had been shown to a arse which had been modified. Not modified exactly, I think it was designed to be like that. It was like a toy saw knight with a rubber vibrator in the middle. It had raised ridges either side of the vibrator designed to be quite immorality I suspect. Also a way to stool 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 women in the edifice do n't want to quench their pussy 's insatiable appetite. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the clock time, whether you are at plate or at body of work the damn affair never had an off day. nearly of the time you wo n't discover me complaining at all, but after yesterday I was going to feel that for a while and what is more well-nigh of the multitude in the office knew that I was.

"Sarah I would like to thank you for your help yesterday. As a payoff for such excellent service, my father and I have agreed to regale you."Stephen said to me I stared at him dumb founded ... wondering what he defined as a delicacy."I have made an appointment pile at the topical anaesthetic piercing mods piazza for you this morning along with an apointment with my mother personal stylist. You will be pampered after your treatments, which I have already selected for you. You will not have to vex about a thing."He informed me, and there it was.

It was not hard to spot women 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 things, his Father secretary was a shadow of her former ego. The mod 's were not just forcible they were mental, they had people that could hypnotise you change the way you think and so on. When in the mien of his father the secretary was on all foursome, she was collared, she could n't possess been more than 19 old age old. She had been seen in the street as a teenager and the present moment she left school she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the house ... that was a year ago. dark bags under her centre, the way she shied away from human contact or flinched if he looked at her wrong. Yes she had the fear of god in her, when it came to her chief. I 'd find out the missy down the dormitory 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 computer programming. By the metre he let her go though she was bruised and under the impression that what she had just been doing was far from consensual. Rape play at its almost extreme, the lady friend would laugh at her and order her she is imaging things. Like you would want to imagine something like that.


Stephen accompanied me to my naming that morning, we just looked like your every day mates. Both of us dressed well, both of us looking like professional 's. That was was the way that he wanted me to expect most solar day, unless his wife at household was giving him a knockout time about something. Then he would add in something slutty and tell me to go change. I had been made to wear something that was no better than cling flick really. It was mostly see through the material, O.K. by mostly I do n't think anybody would be able to forget that dress as it showed everything perfectly. The dress that I was made to wear were different to the ones I had started there wearing. For instance the bottom one-half of the wearing apparel was slight bigger than a belt. I wore eminent heel shoes that would grant nigh people a fount of vertigo.

I was n't plugged any more, he had let up on that, which I was glad about, I had enough job at oeuvre and at home plate without that maledict matter. Occasionally he would leave one on my chairperson and leave educational activity 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 for sure that he did. We arrived at the piercing and mod workshop. It was darkly lit and there was no one in there waiting when we entered the shop class it self. There was one man tattooed and pierced, his face was littered with piercings, it was actually earthy to attend at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own face and had no answers.

"You must be Stephen and this jade must be Sarah, do this way I have a private room for my more wealthy paying customers."The man said escorting us down the foyer. We walked through the cover of the shop there were a couple of people out back, all heavily tattoo 'd jez that was not a good look. At the spinal column was one woman, she was naked except for a collar and leash, heavily pregnant. She was plugged in all three gob, gagged with a thick rubber hood covering her face ... you could n't see her eyes. pap clamps the cruel kind, that tighten the more you play with them. They were attached to a Chain that stretched taught across the way to a hook of some sort, this would on occasion go up or down and you could take heed her moan in infliction when they did. She had a tail fireplug in her ass the curly kind, like a pigs seat. I could n't see how big it was but I could see the tail itself. The plug in her cunt was big however it had a alloy grommet in the ass of it which was hooked up to the floor and taught so if she moved she was in pain from one of various ways.

"This is my personal kick 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 party, she does n't need anything but a liquid lunch."He explained gropping himself."fountainhead bitch meter for you to lose your dress."He said to me I glanced at Stephen who nodded his psyche in consent. I needed service to get out of it, it was that stringent and form snuggling. 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 struggle to get in to and out of. Once it had hit the floor I was told to get into the chair/table ... not sure enough what it was meant to be but it could have been two-fold purpose. It had stirrups for some intellect and my invertebrate foot were placed into them. Then my pegleg were forced as far apart as the board would allow and my body would give up for that matter."Like all bitches you are a innate when your legs are spread."He said laughing with Sir Leslie Stephen."Now I believe we have a vibrating implant to put in today, a button ring both nipple to be pierced and oh yes ... now I remember."He said then looked at me."I would n't worry your pretty piddling headland off to a lot about it, you wo n't remember a thing."He said to me.


When I was side by side aware of my surroundings 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 incapable of feeling sorry for her, this was her lot in biography. She had decided this was what she wanted after all ... well she would have said yes in the root not knowing this would be the end result. My clitoris throbbed with pain in the ass and something else, my mammilla were in the Lapplander quandary but a whole lot more painful. I glance down and sure enough my mammilla were pierced ... amber rings that were far compact than I would get liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my breasts, underneath them were barbells running in polar counsel to the rings also made of atomic number 79. I reached up to pertain them and felt a sharp vibration as my custody neared my mamilla. The palpitation in my pussy, my hips might have bucked but the nuisance was acute the wound still fresh no doubtfulness. I hear a chortle from the door way and appear 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 BAR through your mamilla act as sensor ... the closer your hands or mine or any males hired man get your tit they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his hand moving in close to my nipples I cry out in infliction and pleasure all at once ... the vibrator is close to well that bit my hip buck as the pain in my mamilla 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 strength of the oscillation my hips buck and I moan the throbbing in my snatch has gone up a notch and my hips are moving off their own treaty."It can be word activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the niggling control up to his mouth."Pussy."I scream pleasure ripping through my dead body Stephen presses my pelvic girdle back down to the table."Bitch."He says I scream now as a sharp shock runs through my pussy and this time it is from hurting."Slut."He says and makes me confess holy place horseshit."This matter right here has fifty different settings. You are now a remote control whore."He says the vibe down there is the unfit it has ever been and in that same minute its the best its ever been.

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

My tormentor, pleasurer or however you want to see it goes over to his Paraguay tea and begins to come away her from the rampart and level ... leaving the chains in place he walks over to the table which he lowers so I am now at dry land tier 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 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 swollen paunch is in the way and she requires help to get on the board. Then shuffles down the mesa so we are face to face. Stephen walks around the front of me placing the range of mountains from her nipple clamp in my mouth."Use that as a painfulness killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in nuisance as the vibration grows in my pussy. Throwing my head back with a moan, the womanhood above me cries out in pain ... her breasts now the center 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 piddling bit. I ca n't see her aspect except for her mouth which has just formed the shape of an o.

"Please maestro 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 original please your prick is hurting me."She cries.

"Good, be a honest little whore and bask the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with delight."Your promissory note the whores can come without being touched, this is the serious part of what is done to them. One pregnant pussy and one soon to be pregnant twat, both unable to do anything ... any time you say a watchword like bitch or lady of pleasure, dross will work to ... but whore well you can severalize. If they could get their clit together you know full well what the dirty little sluts would be doing right 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 wife or slave or whatever she was to him. I could state by the grunt and moan from them both and the way she jerked forward with every shot of his cock. I was so close to my orgasm and I could n't get anywhere near the parts I wanted to take on with. Even the annoyance was making me hot.

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

His dick out and pointed down at my mouth, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his pecker into my sassing. I was used to his girth and length 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 bitch ... you will have intercourse what it is like to be my personal woman of the street since I pay you to be one ... you will know what it is like to transmit my child in that whore organic structure ... I will spawn you for the world to see. You are mine owned by me and a slave to my whim whore null more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to suck his cock and tried desperately to cum. His words were having the coveted impression on my body and the change he had made to it. I closed my eye as I felt his globe start to shrink back he pulled out of my mouth shooting all over my face he laughed called me a sporting lady again and that was me over the edge. It was the first fourth dimension I had come without any variety of penetration at all. I came all over my piercer and his hard worker.

When I can think straight again, Shelia is back in her recession crying through her gage, I am no longer confined to the table ineffectual to move. Stephen is in the room paying the man.

"fourth dimension to get you back into your frock Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to cure before this goes any further bitch."He says I moan."public treasury then the other men in the agency will know you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my frock and my heels. Looking down at my consistence as it is now its obvious that my nipple are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that subprogram off for the meter being. He had it on a moment ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote control control lady of pleasure, I am paid to open up my wooden leg for him mostly and I knew it. It did n't matter if I was okay with this, I was just an physical object to be used by him and anyone else he deemed could have me .