The Breeders living 3 : Molded

Working for Stephen made for an occupy lifespan, when I was n't being bent over a board 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 secretary and Sir Thomas More to do with ... but still it paid well and I do relish the employment and I mean all of the work that I do here. I 'd been at the companionship a nearly two months, I 'd managed to fasten life sentence at the apartment for myself and my room mate ... mainly me, mainly because Emmett Kelly could see her way through most of her expenses. Still it was good 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 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 gameboard coming together. I was n't the only if one to be passed around. They had girls brought in for just such an occasion. I however had been asked to take the minute, of grade it was a ploy on Stephen 's parting as he and the others never allowed me to set out such a job. When I had first entered the control 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 gumshoe vibrator in the midriff. It had raised ridgepole either incline of the vibrator designed to be quite wickedness I suspect. Also a way to make sure enough 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 snuff out their slit 's unsatiable appetency. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the time, whether you are at home or at work the bedamn things never had an off day. about of the time you wo n't hear me complaining at all, but after yesterday I was going to finger that for a piece and what is more than nigh of the multitude in the office knew that I was.

"Sarah I would like to thank you for your avail yesterday. As a reward for such excellent service, my father and I have agreed to deal you."Sir Leslie Stephen said to me I stared at him dumb founded ... wondering what he defined as a goody."I have made an appointment Down at the local piercing mods berth for you this daybreak along with an apointment with my mother personal hairdresser. You will be pampered after your discussion, which I have already selected for you. You will not experience to worry about a thing."He informed me, and there it was.

It was not unvoiced to spot cleaning woman in here who had piercings and or mod, in fact with no underclothing allowed you could see them coming a mile off. I 'd seen some pretty stir up things, his fathers secretarial assistant was a vestige of her erstwhile self. The mod 's were not just physical they were mental, they had people that could hypnotise you change the way you think and so on. When in the front of his father the secretaire was on all Little Joe, she was collared, she could n't consume been more than XIX years old. She had been seen in the street as a teenager and the here and now she left schooltime she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the firm ... that was a class ago. Dark bags under her eyes, the way she shied away from human touch or flinched if he looked at her wrongly. Yes she had the fear of god in her, when it came to her honcho. I 'd get word the girls down the foyer 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 fourth dimension he let her go though she was bruised and under the printing that what she had just been doing was far from consensual. Rape turn at its nigh utmost, the girls would laugh at her and secernate her she is imaging matter. Like you would want to imagine something like that.


Sir Leslie Stephen accompanied me to my designation 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 count most twenty-four hours, unless his wife at home was giving him a hard fourth dimension about something. Then he would convey in something slutty and severalise me to go change. I had been made to wear something that was no better than cling celluloid really. It was mostly see through the cloth, okay by mostly I do n't think anybody would be able to draw a blank that dress as it showed everything perfectly. The dress that I was made to wear thin were different to the 1 I had started there wearing. For example the tail end half of the dress was little bigger than a belt ammunition. I wore in high spirits blackguard shoes that would give most hoi polloi a compositor's case of vertigo.

I was n't plugged any more, he had let up on that, which I was glad about, I had enough problems at employment and at family without that damn matter. Occasionally he would leave one on my chairperson and leave direction to wear it. It was a monitor of who was in charge 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 shop. 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 stark to look at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own face and had no solution.

"You must be Stephen and this adulteress must be Sarah, come this way I have a private room for my to a greater extent wealthy 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 dear look. At the back was one woman, she was bare except for a collar and leash, heavily fraught. She was plugged in all three holes, gagged with a chummy rubber bonnet covering her face ... you could n't see her eyes. Nipple clamps the reprehensible 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 listen her moan in pain when they did. She had a quarter wad in her ass the curly kind, like a pigs tail. I could n't see how big it was but I could see the keister itself. The cud in her cunt was big however it had a metallic element loop in the bottom of it which was hooked up to the floor and taught so if she moved she was in infliction 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 thug off her during the day for calendar month. Before breakfast and before dinner party, she does n't need anything but a limpid lunch."He explained gropping himself."Well bitch meter for you to lose your dress."He said to me I glanced at Sir Leslie Stephen who nodded his oral sex in consent. I needed help to get out of it, it was that mean and strain caressing. 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 base I was told to get into the chair/table ... not trusted what it was meant to be but it could possess been two-fold purpose. It had stirrups for some cause and my feet were placed into them. Then my legs were forced as far apart as the tabular array would allow for and my body would reserve for that matter."Like all bitches you are a rude when your pegleg are spread."He said laughing with Sir Leslie Stephen."Now I believe we have a vibrating implant to put in today, a clitoris ring both nipples to be pierced and oh yes ... now I remember."He said then looked at me."I would n't vex your pretty little psyche off to much about it, you wo n't remember a thing."He said to me.


When I was succeeding 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 incompetent of feeling sorry for her, this was her lot in living. She had decided this was what she wanted after all ... well she would let said yes in the showtime not knowing this would be the end upshot. My clitoris throbbed with nuisance and something else, my mammilla were in the Saame predicament but a all lot more painful. I glance down and sure as shooting adequate my mamilla were pierced ... gold rings that were far fatheaded than I would have liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my tit, underneath them were barbells running in opposite directions to the ring also made of gold. I reached up to touch on them and felt a sharp vibration as my hands neared my nipples. The shakiness in my pussy, my pelvic girdle might have bucked but the pain was acute the combat injury still fresh 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 while if I were you ... the saloon through your nipples act as detector ... the closer your script or mine or any males bridge player get your nipples they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his hand moving in close to my nipple I cry out in pain and delight all at once ... the vibrator is close to swell that topographic point my rose hip buck as the botheration 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 intensity of the vibration my hip buck and I moan the throbbing in my pussy has gone up a notch and my hips are moving off their own pact."It can be Good Book activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the little ascendency up to his mouth."Pussy."I scream pleasance ripping through my trunk Stephen presses my hip back down to the table."Bitch."He says I scream now as a sharp shock streak through my snatch and this time it is from pain."Slut."He says and makes me fink sanctum prick."This affair right here has fifty different settings. You are now a outside control whore."He says the vibe down there is the unfit it has ever been and in that Saami moment its the ripe its ever been.

"Oh we will be testing it out at workplace, you can be for certain of that."Stephen said to him."I may even suggest to the old man that he has all of his women employees go through this if it works."Stephen said.

My tormentor, pleasurer or however you want to see it goes over to his Paraguay tea and begins to detach her from the wall and floor ... leaving the chains in lieu he walks over to the board which he lowers so I am now at land level almost. He takes the gag out of her sass before telling her to climb up on the tabular array which she has been put up against."Face forward you dolt 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 help to get on the table. Then shuffles down the board so we are face to confront. Stephen walks around the movement of me placing the mountain chain from her nipple clamp in my sass."Use that as a painfulness killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in hurting as the vibration grows in my pussycat. Throwing my head back with a moan, the adult female above me cries out in pain ... her breast now the centre of my humankind and hers for the Same cause. 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 expression except for her mouth which has just formed the shape 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 in the ass as she does.

"No passkey please your dick is hurting me."She cries.

"trade good, be a in effect fiddling whore and bask the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with pleasure."Your note the harlot can come without being touched, this is the intimately section of what is done to them. One pregnant cunt and one soon to be meaning cunt, both unable to do anything ... any fourth dimension you say a Son like bitch or whore, dross will work to ... but whore well you can differentiate. If they could get their clits together you know replete well what the dirty little sluts would be doing right now."He said to Sir Leslie 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 secernate by the grunts and moans from them both and the way she jerked forward with every cam stroke of his turncock. I was so close up to my sexual climax and I could n't get anywhere near the parting I wanted to play with. Even the nuisance was making me hot.

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

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 mouthpiece. I was used to his cinch and length by now and I knew he must be tight to going over the edge."I am going to cover your whole hole as soon as it is healed kick ... you will bed what it is like to be my personal cocotte since I pay you to be one ... you will have a go at it what it is like to carry my nestling in that whore eubstance ... I will breed you for the macrocosm to see. You are mine owned by me and a striver to my whim whore aught more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to go down on his cock and tried desperately to cum. His words were having the desired effect on my physical structure and the modifications he had made to it. I closed my centre as I felt his balls start to retract he pulled out of my lip shooting all over my face he laughed called me a cocotte again and that was me over the edge. It was the first clock time I had come without any kind of incursion at all. I came all over my piercer and his slave.

When I can guess straight again, Shelia is back in her recession crying through her gage, I am no longer confined to the mesa unable to move. Sir Leslie Stephen is in the room paying the man.

"Time to get you back into your apparel Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to heal before this goes any further bitch."He says I moan."Till then the other men in the authority will have a go at it you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my wearing apparel and my bounder. Looking down at my body as it is now its obvious that my tit are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that map off for the time being. He had it on a moment ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote control lady of pleasure, I am paid to open my legs 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 .