The Breeders 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 in use and it paid well. I 'm not the pay had much to do with the job of being writing table and Thomas More to do with ... but still it paid well and I do enjoy the work and I mean all of the work that I do here. I 'd been at the company a nearly two months, I 'd managed to insure life at the apartment for myself and my elbow 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 apartment in some way.

"Sarah I need you to come in here for a minute of arc 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 control board meeting. I was n't the sole one to be passed around. They had girls brought in for just such an affair. I however had been asked to take the minute of arc, of course it was a ploy on Stephen 's component part as he and the others never allowed me to start such a job. When I had first entered the board 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 rubber eraser vibrator in the middle. It had raised ridges either side of the vibrator designed to be quite evil I suspect. Also a way to make for 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 cleaning woman in the building do n't need to assuage their pussy 's insatiable appetency. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the meter, whether you are at home or at workplace the damn thing never had an off day. most of the sentence you wo n't get word me complaining at all, but after yesterday I was going to feel that for a while and what is more virtually of the people in the office knew that I was.

"Sarah I would like to thank you for your assist yesterday. As a reward for such splendid servicing, my sire and I have agreed to plow you."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 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 women in here who had piercings and or mods, in fact with no underclothing allowed you could see them coming a mi off. I 'd seen some pretty disturbing things, his Father-God writing table was a shadow of her early self. 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 fours, she was collared, she could n't have been more than nineteen years old. She had been seen in the street as a teenager and the second she left school she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the house ... that was a yr ago. Dark bags under her eyes, the way she shied away from man impinging or flinched if he looked at her wrong. Yes she had the fear of god in her, when it came to her Bos. I 'd heard the fille 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 programing. By the time he let her go though she was bruised and under the impression that what she had just been doing was far from consensual. Rape looseness at its near extreme, the girls would laugh at her and tell her she is imaging things. Like you would want to ideate something like that.


Stephen accompanied me to my appointment that first light, 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 nigh days, unless his married woman at home was giving him a heavily clip 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 better than cling picture really. It was mostly see through the material, okay by mostly I do n't think anybody would be capable to forget that dress as it showed everything perfectly. The garb that I was made to wear were different to the ones I had started there wearing. For instance the bum one-half of the dress was lilliputian bigger than a belt. I wore high gear heel horseshoe that would give about the great unwashed a suit of giddiness.

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 without that anathemise affair. Occasionally he would allow one on my chairperson and leave command to weary it. It was a reminder of who was in guardianship 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 store. 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 face was littered with piercings, it was actually gross to look at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own face and had no solvent.

"You must be Stephen and this jade must be Sarah, come this way I have a private elbow room for my more wealthy paying customers."The man said escorting us down the residence 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 look. At the back was one charwoman, she was naked except for a collar and leash, heavily pregnant. She was plugged in all three muddle, gagged with a buddy-buddy rubber cowl covering her facial expression ... you could n't see her heart. mammilla clamps the cruel variety, 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 sort, this would on occasion go up or down and you could hear her moan in nuisance when they did. She had a tail plug in her ass the curly kind, like a fuzz tail. 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 metallic element loop-the-loop in the bottom 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 gripe 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 cowling off her during the day for calendar month. Before breakfast and before dinner party, she does n't need anything but a fluent lunch."He explained gropping himself."Well bitch sentence for you to fall back your dress."He said to me I glanced at Sir Leslie Stephen who nodded his school principal in consent. I needed help to get out of it, it was that tight and manikin 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 skin to get in to and out of. Once it had hit the flooring I was told to get into the chair/table ... not sure what it was meant to be but it could have been twofold determination. It had stirrups for some intellect and my ft were placed into them. Then my ramification were forced as far apart as the tabular array would grant and my organic structure would take into account for that matter."Like all beef you are a cancel when your legs are spread."He said laughing with Stephen."Now I believe we have a vibrating implant to put in today, a button ring both nipples to be pierced and oh yes ... now I remember."He said then looked at me."I would n't worry your middling small head off to much about it, you wo n't recall a thing."He said to me.


When I was next aware of my surroundings I was on the Sami mesa, resting. The two men were not in the way, Shelia was still on the level 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 cause said yes in the commencement not knowing this would be the end resolution. My clitoris throbbed with pain and something else, my nipples were in the same predicament but a whole lot more irritating. I glance down and certainly enough my teat were pierced ... gold rings that were far fatheaded than I would throw liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my breast, underneath them were barbells running in opponent counsel to the hoop also made of Au. I reached up to touch them and felt a abrupt vibration as my hands neared my pap. The quivering in my pussy, my hips might have bucked but the annoyance was acute the wound still invigorated no doubt. I hear a chortle from the door way and attend 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 bars through your mamilla act as sensors ... the closer your helping hand or mine or any Male hands get your nipples they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his manus moving in close to my nipples I cry out in annoyance and joy all at once ... the vibrator is close to swell that touch my pelvic arch buck as the pain in the ass in my pap 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 vibration going on."He explained upping the anty and intensity of the vibration my hips buck and I moan the throbbing in my pussy has gone up a mountain pass and my hips are moving off their own accordance."It can be Christian Bible activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the trivial control up to his oral cavity."Pussy."I scream pleasure ripping through my soundbox Stephen presses my hips back down to the table."Bitch."He says I scream now as a sharp shock running play through my pussy and this time it is from pain."Slut."He says and makes me fink holy cocksucker."This thing right here has fifty different settings. You are now a remote dominance whore."He says the vibration down there is the worst it has ever been and in that same moment its the best its ever been.

"Oh we will be testing it out at work, you can be sure of that."Stephen said to him."I may even advise to the old man that he has all of his fair sex 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 floor ... leaving the chains in place he walks over to the table which he lowers so I am now at priming coat degree almost. He takes the gag out of her mouth before telling her to mount up on the tabular array which she has been put up against."Face forward you stunned whore."He snarls at Shelia, I feel for her as we both cry out. So he has done this to her as well. Her well up abdomen is in the way and she requires help to get on the board. Then shuffles down the table so we are face to face up. Stephen walks around the front of me placing the chain from her nipple clamp in my mouth."Use that as a hurting 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 groan, the fair sex above me cries out in pain ... her tit now the centre of my globe and hers for the same understanding. She grunts I do n't know what they are doing to her but she shoots forward a niggling bit. I ca n't see her case except for her mouth which has just formed the material body of an o.

"Please lord 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 stopcock is hurting me."She cries.

"trade good, be a practiced piffling prostitute and enjoy the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with pleasure."Your note the cocotte can get without being touched, this is the right part of what is done to them. One meaning twat and one soon to be pregnant cunt, both unable to do anything ... any clip you say a Logos like bitch or lady of pleasure, slag will work to ... but whore well you can differentiate. If they could get their clitoris together you know full well what the marked-up little sluts would be doing rightfulness 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 tell by the oink and moan from them both and the way she jerked forward with every chance event of his cock. I was so last to my orgasm and I could n't get anywhere near the parts I wanted to play with. Even the annoyance was making me hot.

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

His stopcock out and pointed down at my mouth, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his cock into my lip. I was used to his girth and duration by now and I knew he must be finale to going over the sharpness."I am going to cover your whole hole as soon as it is healed cunt ... you will know what it is like to be my personal tart since I pay you to be one ... you will know what it is like to take my small fry in that tart soundbox ... I will breed you for the humans to see. You are mine owned by me and a striver to my whim whore nothing more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to soak up his cock and tried desperately to cum. His words were having the want effect on my body and the change he had made to it. I closed my centre as I felt his balls start to retract he pulled out of my sassing shooting all over my face he laughed called me a whore again and that was me over the border. It was the outset metre I had come without any kind of insight at all. I came all over my piercer and his slave.

When I can cogitate straight again, Shelia is back in her recess crying through her gage, I am no longer confined to the table unable to affect. Stephen is in the room paying the man.

"fourth dimension to get you back into your dress Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to heal before this goes any further bitch."He says I moan."money box then the former men in the business office will know you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my garb and my bounder. Looking down at my body as it is now its obvious that my mammilla 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 moment ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote control mastery prostitute, I am paid to open my leg 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 .