The breeder Life 3 : Molded

working for Stephen made for an interesting life, when I was n't being bent over a table or worse as it turned out. The job itself kept me meddlesome 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 enjoy the employment and I mean all of the work that I do here. I 'd been at the company a nearly two month, I 'd managed to stop up life at the apartment for myself and my room teammate ... mainly me, mainly because Kelly could see her way through most of her expense. Still it was good to finally bestow to our apartment in some way.

"Sarah I need you to fall 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 board meeting. I was n't the simply one to be passed around. They had girls brought in for just such an occasion. I however had been asked to take the hour, of course it was a gambit on Stephen 's role as he and the others never allowed me to set out such a job. When I had first entered the plank way 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 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 take in 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 women in the edifice do n't want to quench their twat 's insatiate appetite. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the time, whether you are at home or at work the imprecate things never had an off day. almost of the time you wo n't discover me complaining at all, but after yesterday I was going to find that for a spell and what is Thomas More most of the hoi polloi in the position knew that I was.

"Sarah I would wish to give thanks you for your aid yesterday. As a advantage for such excellent 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 treat."I have made an appointment down at the local piercing mods stead for you this daybreak 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 operose to fleck 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 disturbing things, his fathers secretarial assistant was a shadow of her other self. The mod 's were not just strong-arm they were genial, they had mass that could hypnotise you change the way you think and so on. When in the front of his father the secretary was on all fours, she was collared, she could n't induce been more than 19 years old. She had been seen in the street as a teenager and the moment she left shoal she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the firm ... that was a class ago. dark udder under her heart, the way she shied away from human contact or flinched if he looked at her amiss. Yes she had the fear of god in her, when it came to her boss. I 'd heard 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 belief that what she had just been doing was far from consensual. Rape play at its most utmost, the girls would laugh at her and tell her she is imaging things. Like you would need to conceive of something like that.


Stephen accompanied me to my appointment that morning, 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 married woman at home was giving him a tough prison term about something. Then he would bring in something slutty and tell me to go modification. I had been made to wear something that was no proficient than cling film really. It was mostly see through the stuff, okeh by mostly I do n't cogitate anybody would be able to forget that garb as it showed everything perfectly. The dresses that I was made to bear were different to the single I had started there wearing. For instance the bottom half of the frock was lilliputian bigger than a bang. I wore high school heel shoes that would give most people a guinea pig of giddiness.

I was n't plugged any more, he had let up on that, which I was beaming about, I had enough problem at work and at home without that damn thing. Occasionally he would leave one on my chair and leave instructions to wear it. It was a reminder of who was in electric charge of who and who had the ascendance. 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 shop it self. There was one man tattooed and pierced, his grimace was littered with piercings, it was actually pure to look at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own case and had no response.

"You must be Stephen and this slut must be Sarah, get along 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 rear of the shop there were a couple of people out back, all heavily tattoo 'd jez that was not a secure look. At the backrest was one woman, she was naked except for a collar and trey, heavily pregnant. She was plugged in all three hollow, gagged with a thick prophylactic hood covering her face ... you could n't see her eyes. teat clamps the brutal 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 form, this would on occasion go up or down and you could hear her moan in pain in the neck when they did. She had a tush plug in her ass the curly form, like a slob seat. I could n't see how big it was but I could see the tail itself. The fireplug in her puss was big however it had a metal eyelet in the tooshie of it which was hooked up to the floor 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 cap off her during the day for month. Before breakfast and before dinner party, she does n't take anything but a swimming lunch."He explained gropping himself."Well bitch prison term for you to recede your dress."He said to me I glanced at Stephen who nodded his read/write head in consent. I needed supporter to get out of it, it was that tight and form hugging. Not that it did n't fit, it was a utter 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 level I was told to get into the chair/table ... not sure what it was meant to be but it could bear been treble purpose. It had stirrups for some ground and my feet were placed into them. Then my peg were forced as far apart as the mesa would allow and my soundbox would allow for that matter."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 nipples to be pierced and oh yes ... now I remember."He said then looked at me."I would n't worry your somewhat little read/write head off to much about it, you wo n't remember a thing."He said to me.


When I was following aware of my surroundings I was on the Same tabular array, resting. The two men were not in the room, Shelia was still on the trading floor still gagged and plugged. I was incapable of feeling sorry for her, this was her lot in life history. 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 solution. My clit throbbed with hurting and something else, my nipples were in the same predicament but a whole lot more painful. I glance down and sure decent my pap were pierced ... gold ringing that were far duncish than I would have got liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my breasts, underneath them were barbells running in opposite focussing to the rings also made of gold. I reached up to refer them and felt a sharp shakiness as my hands neared my mammilla. The vibration in my pussy, my rose hip might have bucked but the painful sensation was intense the wound still refreshing 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 patch if I were you ... the bars through your nipples act as detector ... the closer your hands or mine or any male hands get your mammilla they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his hand moving in close to my pap I cry out in bother and pleasure all at once ... the vibrator is close to well that spot my hips buck as the painful sensation in my nipples 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 vibration my pelvic girdle buck and I moan the throb in my pussy has gone up a notch and my hips are moving off their own accord."It can be password activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the little control up to his sass."Pussy."I scream pleasure ripping through my torso Stephen presses my hip back down to the mesa."Bitch."He says I scream now as a precipitous shock runs through my pussy and this time it is from pain."Slut."He says and makes me confess holy shit."This thing right here has fifty different settings. You are now a remote ascendency whore."He says the vibration down there is the worst it has ever been and in that Same moment its the easily its ever been.

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

My tormentor, pleasurer or however you want to see it goes over to his mate and begins to detach her from the wall and story ... leaving the Sir Ernst Boris Chain in place he walks over to the table which he lowers so I am now at ground level almost. He takes the gag out of her backtalk 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 egotistical stomach is in the way and she requires help to get on the table. Then shuffles down the table so we are face to face. Stephen walks around the movement of me placing the Ernst Boris Chain from her nipple clinch in my mouth."Use that as a pain sensation killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in pain as the vibration grows in my pussy. Throwing my head back with a moan, the woman above me cries out in pain ... her breasts now the centre of my world and hers for the same reasons. She grunts I do n't do it what they are doing to her but she shoots forward a little bit. I ca n't see her face except for her rima oris which has just formed the physique 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 master please your rooster is hurting me."She cries.

"Good, be a right minuscule whore and delight the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with delight."Your note the whores can hail without being touched, this is the in effect component of what is done to them. One fraught cunt and one soon to be significant slit, both unable to do anything ... any time you say a Word of God like gripe or tart, scoria will work to ... but whore well you can tell. If they could get their clits together you know wide well what the dirty little slattern would be doing in good order 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 severalize by the grunts and moan from them both and the way she jerked forward with every stroke of his cock. I was so close to my climax and I could n't get anywhere near the role I wanted to play with. Even the pain was making me hot.

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

His hammer out and pointed down at my lip, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his dick into my sassing. I was used to his girth and length by now and I knew he must be close to going over the sharpness."I am going to spawn your unit gob as soon as it is healed beef ... 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 body ... I will spawn you for the world to see. You are mine owned by me and a slave to my caprice whore nothing more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to fellate his hammer and tried desperately to cum. His words were having the desired effect on my body and the adjustment he had made to it. I closed my heart as I felt his balls start to draw back he pulled out of my rima oris shooting all over my aspect he laughed called me a whore again and that was me over the edge. It was the first-class honours degree meter 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 gauge, I am no longer confined to the tabular array unable to move. Stephen is in the room paying the man.

"prison term to get you back into your dress Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to heal before this goes any advance bitch."He says I moan."money box then the other men in the spot will know you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my apparel and my hound. Looking down at my soundbox as it is now its obvious that my mamilla are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that office off for the time being. He had it on a moment ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote control whore, I am paid to give my legs for him mostly and I knew it. It did n't count if I was okay with this, I was just an physical object to be used by him and anyone else he deemed could deliver me .