The Breeders life 3 : Molded

workings for Sir Leslie 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 meddling and it paid well. I 'm not the pay had much to do with the job of being secretarial assistant and more to do with ... but still it paid well and I do revel the work and I mean all of the work that I do here. I 'd been at the ship's company a nearly two calendar month, I 'd managed to secure life at the flat for myself and my elbow room mate ... mainly me, mainly because Kelly could see her way through most of her disbursement. Still it was good to finally contribute to our apartment in some way.

"Sarah I need you to follow in here for a arcminute 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 panel meeting. I was n't the only one to be passed around. They had girl brought in for just such an occasion. I however had been asked to take the bit, of course it was a stratagem on Stephen 's part as he and the others never allowed me to pop 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 pencil eraser vibrator in the midsection. It had raised ridges either side of the vibrator designed to be quite immorality I suspect. Also a way to make 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 building do n't require to blow out their twat 's insatiable appetite. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the time, whether you are at domicile or at work the damn things never had an off day. almost of the time you wo n't get wind 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 people in the authority knew that I was.

"Sarah I would like to thank you for your help yesterday. As a wages for such excellent serve, 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 delicacy."I have made an fitting down at the local anesthetic piercing mods place for you this morning along with an apointment with my mother personal hairdresser. You will be pampered after your treatments, which I have already selected for you. You will not have to care 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 Admiralty mile off. I 'd seen some pretty disturbing things, his Father of the Church secretary was a shadow of her former self. The mod 's were not just physical they were mental, they had citizenry that could hypnotise you change the way you think and so on. When in the presence of his father the writing table was on all fours, she was collared, she could n't have been more than than nineteen 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 house ... that was a twelvemonth ago. shadow suitcase under her centre, the way she shied away from human inter-group communication or flinched if he looked at her wrong. Yes she had the fear of god in her, when it came to her boss. I 'd listen 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 depression that what she had just been doing was far from consensual. violation play at its to the highest degree utmost, the fille would laugh at her and tell apart her she is imaging things. Like you would need to imagine something like that.


Stephen accompanied me to my appointee that forenoon, we just looked like your every day distich. Both of us dressed well, both of us looking like professional 's. That was was the way that he wanted me to look well-nigh days, unless his wife at home was giving him a hard time about something. Then he would bring in something slutty and tell me to go change. I had been made to wear something that was no practiced than cling motion picture really. It was mostly see through the material, okay by mostly I do n't cogitate anybody would be able to forget that dress as it showed everything perfectly. The wearing apparel that I was made to wear were different to the ace I had started there wearing. For illustration the bottom half of the dress was fiddling great than a smash. I wore high bounder shoe that would open most citizenry a case of vertigo.

I was n't plugged any more, he had let up on that, which I was gladiolus about, I had enough trouble at study and at home base without that damn matter. Occasionally he would leave one on my chairperson and leave program line to hold out it. It was a reminder of who was in charge of who and who had the control condition. Not that I needed that but I was fairly for 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 face was littered with piercings, it was actually consummate to front at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own brass and had no answers.

"You must be Stephen and this slut must be Sarah, come this way I have a private room for my more flush paying customers."The man said escorting us down the 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 unspoilt spirit. At the spinal column was one womanhood, she was naked except for a collar and leash, heavily pregnant. She was plugged in all three holes, gagged with a fatheaded rubber hoodlum covering her face ... you could n't see her eyes. nipple clamps the condemnable form, that tighten the more you play with them. They were attached to a chain that stretched taught across the way to a bait of some sort, this would on social occasion go up or down and you could hear her moan in infliction when they did. She had a tail spark plug in her ass the curly kind, like a pigs tail. I could n't see how big it was but I could see the rear end itself. The hoopla in her bitch was big however it had a metal loop in the bottom of it which was hooked up to the base and taught so if she moved she was in painfulness 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 hoodlum 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 time for you to lose your dress."He said to me I glanced at Stephen who nodded his head in consent. I needed help to get out of it, it was that miserly and anatomy hugging. Not that it did n't fit, it was a perfective fit, it was just that it was one of those you were meant to scramble to get in to and out of. Once it had hit the level I was told to get into the chair/table ... not indisputable what it was meant to be but it could give been dual purpose. It had stirrups for some rationality and my fundament were placed into them. Then my legs were forced as far apart as the tabular array would allow and my eubstance would allow for that matter."Like all bitch 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 mamilla to be pierced and oh yes ... now I remember."He said then looked at me."I would n't vex your pretty fiddling promontory off to much about it, you wo n't think a thing."He said to me.


When I was following aware of my surroundings I was on the Lapp table, resting. The two men were not in the elbow room, Shelia was still on the floor still gagged and plugged. I was incapable of feeling sorry for her, this was her lot in liveliness. She had decided this was what she wanted after all ... well she would have said yes in the offset not knowing this would be the end outcome. My button throbbed with pain in the ass and something else, my pap were in the same predicament but a unanimous lot more dreadful. I glance down and sure decent my nipples were pierced ... Au ring that were far stocky than I would have liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my breasts, underneath them were barbells running in opposite directions to the rings also made of gold. I reached up to touch them and felt a sharp vibration as my bridge player neared my nipple. The quiver in my twat, my pelvis might have bucked but the botheration was intense the wound still fresh no dubiousness. I hear a chortle from the door way and wait 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 teat act as sensors ... the near your mitt or mine or any male person manpower get your nipples 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 finis to well that maculation my hips buck as the nuisance in my nipples 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 vividness of the vibration my pelvic arch buck and I moan the throbbing in my pussy has gone up a mountain pass and my hips are moving off their own accord."It can be word activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the little command up to his mouth."Pussy."I scream delight ripping through my body Sir Leslie Stephen presses my hips back down to the table."Bitch."He says I scream now as a sharp shock runs through my snatch and this time it is from pain."Slut."He says and makes me confess sanctum shucks."This thing right here has fifty unlike context. You are now a distant control whore."He says the oscillation down there is the mop up it has ever been and in that Saami 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 indicate to the old man that he has all of his women 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 wall and flooring ... leaving the chain in station he walks over to the board which he lowers so I am now at ground spirit level almost. He takes the gag out of her sassing before telling her to climb up up on the table 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 swollen belly is in the way and she requires aid to get on the mesa. Then shuffles down the board so we are face to face. Stephen walks around the front of me placing the chain from her nipple clamps in my mouth."Use that as a pain killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in pain as the vibration grows in my snatch. Throwing my head back with a groan, the woman above me cries out in painful sensation ... her chest now the midpoint of my world and hers for the Saami reason. She grunts I do n't cognize what they are doing to her but she shoots forward a little bit. I ca n't see her face except for her mouth which has just formed the shape of an o.

"Please superior no more please."Shelia says to the men at the former end of us."Oh please."She cries out.

"Shut up you bitch."He snaps at her I scream in nuisance as she does.

"No professional delight your cock is hurting me."She cries.

"Good, be a skillful fiddling prostitute and love the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with joy."Your note the sporting lady can fall without being touched, this is the Best part of what is done to them. One pregnant slit and one soon to be pregnant cunt, both ineffectual to do anything ... any time you say a Book like bitch or woman of the street, slag will work to ... but whore well you can distinguish. If they could get their button together you know replete well what the unsportsmanlike trivial 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 married woman or slave or whatever she was to him. I could separate by the grunts and moans from them both and the way she jerked forward with every throw of his cock. I was so tight to my climax and I could n't get anywhere near the parts I wanted to diddle with. Even the pain was making me hot.

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

His cock out and pointed down at my sassing, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his cock into my backtalk. I was used to his girth and distance by now and I knew he must be tight to going over the edge."I am going to breed your whole hole as soon as it is healed bitch ... you will recognize what it is like to be my personal woman of the street since I pay you to be one ... you will live what it is like to comport my fry in that sporting lady body ... I will breed you for the world to see. You are mine owned by me and a slave to my whim whore nothing more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to give suck his prick and tried desperately to cum. His words were having the desired effect on my eubstance and the modifications he had made to it. I closed my eyes as I felt his orchis start to draw back he pulled out of my mouthpiece shooting all over my brass he laughed called me a whore again and that was me over the edge. It was the 1st time I had come without any kind of insight at all. I came all over my piercer and his hard worker.

When I can think straight again, Shelia is back in her corner crying through her smoke, I am no longer confined to the table unable to act. 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 heal before this goes any further bitch."He says I moan."till then the former men in the berth will make love you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my dress and my dog. Looking down at my torso as it is now its obvious that my tit are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that subroutine off for the time being. He had it on a instant ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote control whore, I am paid to unfold my legs for him mostly and I knew it. It did n't weigh if I was okay with this, I was just an object to be used by him and anyone else he deemed could have me .