The Breeders Life 3 : Molded

Working for Stephen made for an interesting life, when I was n't being bent over a table or speculative 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 savour the oeuvre and I mean all of the oeuvre that I do here. I 'd been at the troupe a nearly two calendar month, I 'd managed to secure life at the apartment for myself and my way mate ... mainly me, mainly because Kelly could see her way through nigh 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."Sir Leslie 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 board encounter. I was n't the solely one to be passed around. They had girl brought in for just such an function. I however had been asked to take the minutes, of class it was a ploy on Stephen 's theatrical role as he and the others never allowed me to get 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 toy saw horse with a prophylactic vibrator in the midsection. It had raised ridges either face of the vibrator designed to be quite immorality I suspect. Also a way to make certain that who ever sat on that affair 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 need to slake their pussy 's insatiable appetence. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the time, whether you are at house or at work the darn affair never had an off day. Most of the time you wo n't pick up me complaining at all, but after yesterday I was going to find that for a patch and what is more than most of the people in the office knew that I was.

"Sarah I would care to thank you for your help yesterday. As a reward for such excellent service, my father and I have agreed to treat 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 place for you this sunup along with an apointment with my mothers personal stylist. You will be pampered after your discussion, 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 spy women in here who had piercings and or mods, in fact with no underwear allowed you could see them coming a stat mi off. I 'd seen some pretty distressful affair, his fathers secretary was a shadow of her former ego. The mod 's were not just physical they were mental, they had hoi polloi that could hypnotise you change the way you think and so on. When in the presence of his Fatherhood the secretary was on all quadruplet, she was collared, she could n't have been to a greater extent than nineteen years old. She had been seen in the street as a teenager and the instant she left school she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the firm ... that was a year ago. Dark bags under her eyes, the way she shied away from human liaison or flinched if he looked at her wrong. Yes she had the reverence of god in her, when it came to her political boss. I 'd heard the girlfriend 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. Rape play at its virtually extremum, the girls would laugh at her and tell her she is imaging things. Like you would desire to envisage something like that.


Sir Leslie Stephen accompanied me to my appointment that morning, we just looked like your every day mates. Both of us dressed well, both of us looking like professional 's. That was was the way that he wanted me to look about 24-hour interval, unless his wife at dwelling was giving him a hard time about something. Then he would work in something slutty and secern me to go alteration. I had been made to wear something that was no full than cling film really. It was mostly see through the stuff, okay by mostly I do n't intend anybody would be able to forget that dress as it showed everything perfectly. The dresses that I was made to wear were different to the I I had started there wearing. For illustration the bottom half of the dress was trivial bigger than a whack. I wore high blackguard shoes that would give most people a suit of vertigo.

I was n't plugged any more, he had let up on that, which I was beaming about, I had enough problem at study and at home without that damn thing. Occasionally he would leave one on my hot seat and leave instructions to wear it. It was a reminder 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 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 nerve was littered with piercings, it was actually gross to wait at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own face and had no answers.

"You must be Stephen and this loose woman must be Sarah, amount this way I have a private elbow room for my more 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 good smell. At the cover was one cleaning woman, she was naked except for a leash and triad, heavily pregnant. She was plugged in all three cakehole, gagged with a thick-skulled rubber hoodlum covering her human face ... you could n't see her eyes. Nipple clamps the fell sort, 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 affair go up or down and you could hear her moan in annoyance when they did. She had a hind end chew in her ass the curly kind, like a sloven stern. I could n't see how big it was but I could see the after part itself. The stopper in her cunt was big however it had a metal loop-the-loop in the bottom of it which was hooked up to the trading floor and taught so if she moved she was in pain from one of several ways.

"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 months. Before breakfast and before dinner party, she does n't need anything but a liquid lunch."He explained gropping himself."well bitch time for you to turn a loss your dress."He said to me I glanced at Stephen who nodded his head in consent. I needed service to get out of it, it was that rigorous and grade hugging. Not that it did n't fit, it was a thoroughgoing 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 floor I was told to get into the chair/table ... not sure what it was meant to be but it could take been double purpose. It had stirrups for some cause and my feet were placed into them. Then my legs were forced as far apart as the table would allow and my organic structure would give up for that issue."Like all bitches you are a raw 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 pretty little head off to much about it, you wo n't think back a thing."He said to me.


When I was future aware of my milieu I was on the Lapplander tabular array, resting. The two men were not in the room, Shelia was still on the story still gagged and plugged. I was incompetent of feeling sorry for her, this was her lot in lifetime. She had decided this was what she wanted after all ... well she would let said yes in the beginning not knowing this would be the end result. My button throbbed with pain and something else, my nipples were in the same plight but a unscathed lot more abominable. I glance down and sure as shooting enough my mamilla were pierced ... gold rings that were far chummy than I would have liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my bosom, underneath them were barbells running in opposite directions to the rings also made of gold. I reached up to reach them and felt a sharp vibration as my hands neared my mammilla. The palpitation in my pussy, my rosehip might have bucked but the pain was intense the combat injury still impertinent 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 measure through your mammilla act as sensor ... the closer your hand or mine or any males manus get your nipples they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his hand moving in close to my nipples I cry out in nuisance and pleasance all at once ... the vibrator is closemouthed to swell that smudge my hips buck as the painfulness 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 vibe going on."He explained upping the anty and intensity of the vibration my pelvis buck and I moan the throbbing in my kitty-cat has gone up a notch and my hips are moving off their own treaty."It can be discussion activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the fiddling control up to his mouth."Pussy."I scream pleasure ripping through my consistence Stephen presses my hips back down to the board."Bitch."He says I scream now as a sharp electrical shock footrace through my snatch and this metre it is from botheration."Slut."He says and makes me fink holy shit."This thing right wing here has fifty unlike background. You are now a remote control whore."He says the vibration down there is the worst it has ever been and in that Lapplander moment its the undecomposed its ever been.

"Oh we will be testing it out at body of work, you can be sure of that."Stephen said to him."I may even propose 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 flooring ... leaving the chains 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 mouth before telling her to climb up up on the table which she has been put up against."Face forward you dullard 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 assist to get on the table. Then shuffles down the table so we are face to face. Stephen walks around the front of me placing the range of mountains from her mamilla clamps in my mouth."Use that as a pain killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in pain in the neck as the vibration grows in my pussy. Throwing my head back with a groan, the woman above me cries out in infliction ... her breasts now the meat of my world and hers for the Same grounds. She grunts I do n't do it what they are doing to her but she shoots forward a small bit. I ca n't see her typeface except for her mouthpiece 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 sensation as she does.

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

"good, be a good little whore and savor the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with pleasure."Your note the whores can fall without being touched, this is the best character of what is done to them. One pregnant cunt and one soon to be pregnant pussy, both unable to do anything ... any fourth dimension you say a countersign like beef or working girl, slag will work to ... but whore well you can tell. If they could get their clitoris together you know wax well what the dirty little hussy 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 manage. He was fucking his wife or slave or whatever she was to him. I could tell by the grunts and groan from them both and the way she jerked forward with every slash of his stopcock. I was so close to my orgasm and I could n't get anywhere near the parts I wanted to play with. Even the pain was making me hot.

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

His putz out and pointed down at my mouth, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his prick into my backtalk. I was used to his girth and length by now and I knew he must be close to going over the border."I am going to breed your whole yap as soon as it is healed bitch ... you will get it on what it is like to be my personal whore since I pay you to be one ... you will do it what it is like to carry my child in that whore torso ... I will breed you for the domain to see. You are mine owned by me and a slave to my impulse whore cypher more."He said I was crying incoherently as I tried to sop up his cock and tried desperately to cum. His words were having the desired effect on my body and the change he had made to it. I closed my middle as I felt his balls start to draw back he pulled out of my oral fissure shooting all over my face he laughed called me a prostitute again and that was me over the edge. It was the first metre I had come without any kind of incursion 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 gage, I am no longer confined to the mesa ineffectual to move. Stephen is in the room paying the man.

"sentence to get you back into your wearing apparel Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to bring around before this goes any far bitch."He says I moan."Till then the other men in the power will know you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my dress and my heels. Looking down at my body as it is now its obvious that my nipple are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that routine off for the time being. He had it on a minute ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote control control whore, I am paid to open my branch 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 .