The Breeders animation 3 : Molded

Working for Stephen made for an worry life story, when I was n't being bent over a mesa or sorry 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 more to do with ... but still it paid well and I do bask the study 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 secure biography at the apartment for myself and my way mate ... mainly me, mainly because Grace Kelly could see her way through most of her expense. Still it was good to finally contribute to our apartment in some way.

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

I stood up and walked to his place, I was still extremely sore from yesterday when I was passed around during a card get together. I was n't the just one to be passed around. They had lady friend brought in for just such an juncture. I however had been asked to take the minute of arc, of track it was a ploy on Stephen 's parting as he and the others never allowed me to get going such a job. When I had first entered the board room I had been shown to a behind which had been modified. Not modified exactly, I think it was designed to be like that. It was like a toy saw sawbuck with a rubber vibrator in the heart. It had raised ridgepole either face of the vibrator designed to be quite evil I suspect. Also a way to make sure as shooting 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 building do n't want to quench their pussycat 's unsatiable appetence. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the fourth dimension, whether you are at home or at work the shucks matter never had an off day. Most of the clip you wo n't hear me complaining at all, but after yesterday I was going to feel that for a while and what is Sir Thomas More most of the the great unwashed in the office knew that I was.

"Sarah I would like to give thanks you for your assistant yesterday. As a reward for such fantabulous service, my father and I have agreed to do by you."Stephen said to me I stared at him dumb founded ... wondering what he defined as a delicacy."I have made an naming pile at the local anaesthetic piercing mods property for you this morning along with an apointment with my female parent 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 spot char in here who had piercings and or mods, in fact with no underclothing allowed you could see them coming a mile off. I 'd seen some pretty disturbing affair, his male parent secretary was a shadow of her former self. The mod 's were not just physical they were mental, they had people that could hypnotize you change the way you think and so on. When in the presence of his father the secretary was on all fours, she was collared, she could n't cause been to a greater extent than nineteen years old. She had been seen in the street as a stripling and the moment she left school she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the firm ... that was a year ago. Dark purse under her centre, the way she shied away from man middleman or flinched if he looked at her untimely. Yes she had the fear of god in her, when it came to her boss. I 'd heard the girls down the lobby 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 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 gaming at its most uttermost, the girls would laugh at her and tell her she is imaging things. Like you would want to imagine something like that.


Sir Leslie 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 attend most days, unless his wife at dwelling was giving him a grueling metre about something. Then he would bring in something slutty and recount me to go change. I had been made to assume something that was no respectable than cling film really. It was mostly see through the material, okay by mostly I do n't think anybody would be able to block 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 fanny one-half of the wearing apparel was petty bigger than a belt. I wore high dog brake shoe that would give almost people a case 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 workplace and at home plate without that curse thing. Occasionally he would leave one on my electric chair and leave program line to wear it. It was a monitor of who was in bursting charge of who and who had the control. Not that I needed that but I was fairly certainly 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 fount was littered with piercings, it was actually glaring to reckon at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own face and had no response.

"You must be Stephen and this trollop must be Sarah, occur this way I have a private room for my more flush paying customers."The man said escorting us down the anteroom. We walked through the back of the shop there were a duet of people out back, all heavily tattoo 'd jez that was not a good looking at. At the backrest was one womanhood, she was naked except for a collar and leash, heavily pregnant. She was plugged in all three yap, gagged with a thick pencil eraser goon covering her face ... you could n't see her oculus. mamilla clamps the barbarous kind, that tighten the more you play with them. They were attached to a chain that stretched taught across the elbow room to a crotchet of some variety, this would on juncture go up or down and you could listen her moan in painfulness when they did. She had a tail male plug in her ass the curly form, like a pigs nates. I could n't see how big it was but I could see the butt itself. The cud in her cunt was big however it had a metal closed circuit in the bottom of it which was hooked up to the base and taught so if she moved she was in pain from one of several way.

"This is my personal squawk 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 calendar month. Before breakfast and before dinner, she does n't call for anything but a liquid lunch."He explained gropping himself."fountainhead beef sentence for you to fall back your dress."He said to me I glanced at Stephen who nodded his head in consent. I needed assistant to get out of it, it was that sozzled and form hugging. Not that it did n't fit, it was a unadulterated fit, it was just that it was one of those you were meant to fight to get in to and out of. Once it had hit the base I was told to get into the chair/table ... not for sure what it was meant to be but it could have been dual purpose. It had stirrups for some understanding and my foundation were placed into them. Then my pegleg were forced as far apart as the table would allow and my eubstance would grant for that topic."Like all bitches you are a rude when your stage 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 pap to be pierced and oh yes ... now I remember."He said then looked at me."I would n't worry your fairly little foreland off to very much about it, you wo n't commend a thing."He said to me.


When I was future aware of my surroundings I was on the Lapplander table, resting. The two men were not in the room, Shelia was still on the flooring 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 start not knowing this would be the end result. My clit throbbed with painful sensation and something else, my mamilla were in the same quandary but a whole lot more painful. I glance down and sure enough plenty my mammilla were pierced ... gold band that were far thicker than I would consume liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my breast, underneath them were barbells running in opposite counsel to the halo also made of gold. I reached up to touch them and felt a sharp vibration as my paw neared my nipples. The vibration in my kitty, my hips might have bucked but the nuisance was intense the wound still fresh 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 cake through your nipples act as sensing element ... the cheeseparing your hands or mine or any males hands get your mammilla they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his hand moving in close to my nipples I cry out in pain and pleasure all at once ... the vibrator is stopping point to well that spot my hips buck as the pain in the neck in my nipples 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 vibration going on."He explained upping the anty and saturation of the vibration my hip joint buck and I moan the throbbing in my pussy has gone up a notch and my hips are moving off their own accordance."It can be word activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the little mastery up to his backtalk."Pussy."I scream pleasure ripping through my body Stephen presses my hips back down to the table."Bitch."He says I scream now as a sharp blow runs through my pussy and this sentence it is from pain."Slut."He says and makes me squeal holy place bullshit."This thing rightfield here has fifty dissimilar settings. You are now a remote control whore."He says the vibration down there is the worst it has ever been and in that Saame moment its the best its ever been.

"Oh we will be testing it out at piece of work, you can be sure of that."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."Stephen said.

My tormentor, pleasurer or however you want to see it goes over to his partner and begins to detach her from the wall and floor ... leaving the mountain chain in place he walks over to the table which he lowers so I am now at background tier almost. He takes the gag out of her rima oris before telling her to climb up on the table which she has been put up against."side forward you unintelligent whore."He snarls at Shelia, I feel for her as we both cry out. So he has done this to her as well. Her swell belly is in the way and she requires help to get on the table. Then shuffles down the mesa so we are face to face. Stephen walks around the front of me placing the chain from her pap clamps in my mouthpiece."Use that as a pain killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in botheration as the vibration grows in my pussy. Throwing my head back with a groan, the char above me cries out in pain ... her breasts now the gist 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 piffling bit. I ca n't see her face 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 master key please your cock is hurting me."She cries.

"good, be a adept little whore and relish the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with delight."Your note the bawd can come without being touched, this is the sound section of what is done to them. One pregnant twat and one soon to be pregnant twat, both unable to do anything ... any clock time you say a word like beef or whore, slag will form to ... but whore well you can distinguish. If they could get their clits together you know full well what the unsporting small sluts would be doing decent now."He said to Stephen, we were both screaming incoherently the bastard knew what he was doing to us he just did n't wish. He was fucking his wife or slave or whatever she was to him. I could severalise by the oink and groan from them both and the way she jerked forward with every virgule of his putz. I was so finish to my sexual climax and I could n't get anywhere near the portion I wanted to trifle with. Even the painfulness was making me hot.

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

His tool out and pointed down at my mouth, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his cock into my mouth. 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 breed your solid cakehole as soon as it is healed gripe ... you will know what it is like to be my personal whore since I pay you to be one ... you will love what it is like to carry my child in that whore dead body ... I will breed you for the world to see. You are mine owned by me and a striver to my caprice whore nil more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to suck his pecker and tried desperately to cum. His words were having the want effect on my body and the modifications he had made to it. I closed my eyes as I felt his ball start to pull back he pulled out of my back talk shooting all over my brass he laughed called me a whore again and that was me over the edge. It was the first fourth dimension I had come without any kind of incursion at all. I came all over my piercer and his striver.

When I can cogitate straight again, Shelia is back in her street corner crying through her dope, I am no longer confined to the mesa unable to move. Stephen is in the way paying the man.

"time to get you back into your dress Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to cure before this goes any boost bitch."He says I moan."Till then the other men in the government agency will know you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my clothes and my heels. Looking down at my trunk as it is now its obvious that my mamilla are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that function off for the time being. He had it on a import ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote control whore, I am paid to spread out my pegleg for him mostly and I knew it. It did n't count if I was okay with this, I was just an object to be used by him and anyone else he deemed could have me .