Breaking the Cheerleader

Jessica awoke in a daze. She blinked her blue eyes, trying to focus on any shape in the wickedness as she struggled to remember where she was. There had been a party last Nox. She attended with one of the football game players from her school. There were drinkable and dancing and…nothing.

"I must get blacked out…"she thought to herself, the throbbing pain in her head the start of what would surely be a bad katzenjammer.

But then, if she blacked out, why couldn't she move her arms ? She tried to raise them, but there was a force keeping them down. She raised her head to investigate before realizing that she could see naught in the darkness.

Jessica rested her head back, beginning to feel some discomfort across her entire body."Hello ?"She called out."Can someone assist me ?"

After hearing no response, she yelled out again,"You better let me go !"Jessica took a couple seconds to struggle against her invisible restraints."Just wait until the constabulary hear about this !"

And, as if in response, she heard the unmistakable scrape of metal against metal. At once, the room was flooded with lighting from a rectangle on the rightfield of her field of vision, causing Jessica to flex her question and cry out.

She began to blink her center rapidly as they adjusted to the light, turning her heading to survey her bounds form. Her heart sank as she saw think leather strap, eight in tote up, on her ankles, her second joint, her wrist, and her cubital joint, binding her to a laborious metallic element tabular array, completely naked. Her oculus continued, and she gasped as she noticed a shadowy digit of a man descending down the stairs.

"Hey ! You !"She cried out in fearfulness."You better let me go ! Just wait until my dad hears about this !"

The man reached the end of the step, and began to take the air over to Jessica's helpless physical body. The light from the doorway did little to clear his features, leaving his face shrouded in darkness. He laughed, a low menacing sound at her attempt to break absolve of the restraints.

"Please block up struggling,"he said in a deep, but reassuring voice."If you follow my instructions and submit to what I will do to you, there is no need to stimulate you harm."

Jessica's heart widened even further as the man spoke, and her representative began to tremble and her body began to rock."I'm t-telling you ! W-when someone finds out about this you'll b-b-be arrested. If you j-just let me go now I promise I w-won't say anything !"

He smiled, reaching out a hand and running his fingertips from Jessica's hip to her breast."Jessica, Jessica, Jessica,"he said, shaking his head."I've been waiting for this for a long time. There's no way I will let you escape."

"W-what do you think ? A long time ?"

The man moved around the room, and Jessica struggled to keep her centre on him."Yes. I have been watching you for a while."

Just then, the man flicked a switching, and a lighter medulla on the ceiling above the alloy table flickered to life. As he strode back to the table, something about him seemed…familiar.

Then Jessica knew. She had seen him at all the Warren High School basketball games that year. He always sat in the binding, wearing jean and a Marco Polo shirt, not looking wildly different from the former pop that showed up to follow their sons play. Many of her cheerleading friends had commented on him, mentioning his rugged form and how they swore he would stare at them lustfully. She had always dismissed them as wanting to act out their own ‘ atomic number 47 fox'fantasies.

But here he was. And the man began to smile at her."Oh, so you did see me at all those plot ? I just knew since the world-class time that I laid center on you that I'd have to have you. I can see that you don't understand how alluring you are, with your down heart, blond hair's-breadth, perky breasts, and fantastic ass, jumping around in those lean uniforms. You, Jessica, are the embodiment of my every sexual fancy. And I will urinate you mine."

Jessica stared at the man in shock. Was he abducting her to rape her just because she was a cheerleader ? She began to cry and beg for her release.

The man just shook is head, smiling."We don't need any of that."

From behind her the man left and grabbed a lowly particular that he carried back to her helpless form. He raised it up, and asked her forcefully,"Do you know what this is ?"

She saw a spheric shadow with two straps, though the finer details were cast in shadow by the spark above her. Shaking her head no, Jessica continued,"Please j-just let me go !"

"This is a orb gag. It stops me from hearing your incessant whining and pleas for release. Because I guess you didn't believe me the kickoff metre when I said that I am not letting you go."

The man roughly forced the backbreaking silicone glob between her tooth, tightening it behind her head. Jessica's screams and whimper of protest turned into groan and oink. He smiled and walked around her au naturel and restrained form again.

"Much better. Now. I want you to listen to me and listen well."He grabbed Jessica by the chin and forced her to stare into his unyielding browned eyes."I am going to keep you here, and I am going to train you to be my little slave. I will accept you begging to swear out my every whim."

He released her chin and began pacing around the room."You will live down here in my basement until you learn that your right property is here with me. I will lock you in every Night. And, if you were to get out of doors, we are xx min from the approximate town. Attempted leak will only bring you punishment."

He walked back and leaned over, addressing Jessica directly."I look forward to our future acquaintance."

The man turned and left her intimidate there, grunting against the ball gag in her mouth.

Jessica was left in darkness on the cool metal table, tears still running down her cheeks.

***

A trashy scrape of metal against metal woke Jessica from her ill at ease sleep. She turned, rising from her space on the dirty mattress in the nook to see the silhouette of the man slowly walking down the steps. Jessica quickly rose to her infantry and knelt in front of the stair, eyes pointed downward. Anything to avoid another whacking.

It was grueling to restrain cut of prison term during her confinement in the basement. It had been…what, five days so far ? She took comfort in the thought that hoi polloi would be looking for her. And this creep would definitely get caught. It was just a subject of time.

Jessica saw two modest firearm of honey oil and bloodless cloth fall tossed on the earth where she was kneeling."Get up and curry yourself,"the man commanded.

Jessica rose, slowly putting on a replica of her old cheerleading uniform. It was dark-green and white, the colour of her old eminent schoolhouse, with WHS emblazoned on the forepart. The outfit was split into two spell. The top was ordered a size too modest, forcing Jess'white meat to nearly pop out of it. But the man loved seeing her battle to put it on. The doll was the Lapplander colors, but only consisted of the outer material. The respite was cut away to give him gentle memory access to her pussy.

As she finished dressing, the man smiled. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She could already see the outline of his semi-erect cock in his pants. He took her by the script and led her around the room. There were diverse pieces of thraldom piece of furniture placed all around. There was a small-scale bench with a love machine placed behind it, a vertical metallic element X where Jessica had been restrained and teased for hr on end yesterday, a small metallic element cage where she had been forced to sleep her first nights here, and this strange looking president. The chair had a large issue of straps, alike to the metallic element table in the middle of the room. However, the Angle could be changed so that Jessica's wooden leg would be spacious open, exposing her puss.

The man pointed at the char and commanded,"Get in."

Jessica hesitated for a bit. But, still covered in bruises from her live on savage lacing, she reluctantly stepped forward and sat down in the chairman. The man walked around her, securing the straps tightly, first to her waist and thorax, then tying her men behind the chairman. Jessica could feel the straps tightened on her second joint and knees, leaving her almost completely immobile. She could struggle, indisputable, but she was restricted to simple centimetre of motion.

The man walked in front line of the chairman, grabbing a ball gag from the wall and admiring Jessica's helpless form."You look so pretty there. Helpless."

As he spoke, the man moved closer, moving his workforce up and down her torso. They stayed a moment, roughly squeezing and pinching at her knocker, but soon the man stopped. He reached up, forcing Jessica's mouth open, and placed the egg gag inside. He tightened the gag behind her fountainhead, leaving it firmly in place. Then, for the last art object, he placed the last strap from the bondage chairwoman over her forehead, completely limiting her mind movement and making it difficult to see what else was happening with her lower body.

The man left her immediate field of view, stepping off to take hold of some more miniature from the position of the room. He returned, placing them on a face mesa beside the thrall chair. Jessica heard the dog of a metal lock, and suddenly her branch were resign to pivot. The man forced her, by pushing and house stares, to open them as wide as she could, completely exposing her pussy to whatever torture he had in storehouse. She could feel tears start to run down her cheeks as the man locked her wooden leg in that stance, leaving her helpless.

Jessica felt a illumination force per unit area as something cool and plastic was locked into place under the chair and angled to rest against her pussy. Before she could figure out what it was, the twist flicked to aliveness, sending strong vibrations through her button and causing Jessica to close her eyes in sudden pleasance.

The man circled around, leaning over her adhere manikin to whisper in Jessica's ear :"I have restrained you here to instruct you one of the most important lessons as my future tense striver. It is that the alone pleasure you will get is if you please me. I will consume staring ascendance over when you get turned on and when you are allowed to orgasm."

He stopped talking to roughly grope at her breasts for a hour. Then he continued."I will take on you as close to your orgasm as I can. Then, I will stop. Once I have you begging for spillage, I will bonk your helpless body. You will soon learn that pleasing me will be your only goal."

With that the man turned away and walked back up the stairs. He returned shortly after carrying a Scripture and a chairwoman. He positioned himself so that he would have a perfect vista of Jessica's torment, then cracked open the book and began reading.

Fragmented thoughts began to get in Jessica's mind. Like how she would never let herself orgasm by being fucked by this creep. But, as much as she willed her body otherwise, she could already finger her slit getting wet from the strong vibrations.

Within minutes Jessica could experience her body start to completely betray her thinker. She began moving, bucking, trying to get as much additional input as she could to get through her orgasm. And, just as it was in sight, the man rose from his chair, marked his post in the book, and strode over to plough off the vibrator.

As the vibe ceased, Jessica could feel her body wanting and needing more. She was so close, yet there was nix she could do to achieve orgasm. She found herself breathing heavily against the gag as her eyes focused on the smiling expression of the man towering above her. He let her sit there to compose herself for a minute before speaking.

"That was much faster than I thought it would be. Maybe you're already starting to enjoy your treatment down here. Let's do it again."

With that, he turned the vibrator back on. The pleasure returned much faster this time. Jessica found herself fighting against her restraints as her wet snatch ached for button. The quiver were much inviolable than the cheap vibrator she had at home, and she was helpless to hold out the pleasure.

Just as she was about to lose control again, the man rose from his chair. Jessica could palpate herself moaning against the gag, trying to beg for release and for the chance to orgasm. But her speech was completely unrecognizable. And, like before, the man shut off the vibrator. He reached one of his deal down to lightly stroke her pussy. Not near enough to make Jessica orgasm, but enough to arrive at her tremor with pleasure.

The man raised his hands, letting Jessica see the wet fingers."You,"he said,"are a foul submissive slut. With all your previous talk about ‘ daddy coming to economize you ’, I'm surprised that you were able to nearly orgasm twice so far. Maybe being a sex slave is your calling."

He stroked Jessica's cheek, leaving the wetness from her slit streaked across her expression. And, with an malefic smiling, he turned the vibrator back on and returned to his chair.

This cycle continued for what must have been ten more good sexual climax. By the end, the man barely had meter to return to his electric chair before Jessica was bucking on the thrall chairwoman, struggling and begging to orgasm. He smiled as he turned it off for the last-place time. Jessica's psyche, once broad of revenge and hate, was completely taken over by her primal urge. Her only thought was being allowed to cum.

And, as the man slowly removed the gag from her mouth, Jessica began begging."O-oh please, sir. P-p-please let me orgasm."

The man smiled wickedly as he unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the storey. His put up cock sprung forward. He moved to situation himself in straw man of Jessica's helpless snatch. His low voice cut over Jessica's pitiful pleas."Now, slut. I want you to call me Master. I want you to beg master key to occupy your slit with his stopcock. And I want you to beg schoolmaster to cum deep in your pussy."

Jessica repeated what she had heard."Oh p-please victor ! Please fuck your strumpet in the pussy. And p-please cum deep in my p-pussy."

With that, the man shoved his entire length into Jessica. She cried out as her pussy throbbed in pleasure. As the man started fucking her incapacitated form, Jessica moaned loudly, feeling her long await orgasm approaching. Her pleasure peaked, and, crying out loudly, she felt her pussy and thighs spasm as she orgasmed. Her facial expression optic closed forcefully as she lost ascendence over her consistency. Jessica sat there, moaning, as she had the most intense and gratifying experience of her living.

The man waited for her to calm down slightly before resuming his thrusting. The first push scathe as her pussy felt extremely sensitive. But Jessica soon began to moan out again as the man continued to fuck her.

He began thrusting deeper and harder. Suddenly he commanded,"Look at me when I'm screwing you, slut !"

Jessica's eyes snapped open to see the aspect of the man, twisted in a cruel smile. He leaned in a whispered in her ear.

"Your puss is so tight. It feels so good on my hard cock."

Feeling her pleasure building, Jessica couldn't help herself as a moan escaped her lips.

"Mmmm, that's right,"the man continued."You love it when I fuck your helpless soundbox, don't you, slut ? You like being my little slave."

And, again, as if her body was betraying her judgement, Jessica could sense herself approaching her s orgasm. Just then the man closed his own optic and moaned out,"Oh yeah, you're such a fucking beautiful slave. You're such a marked-up little cheer slut."

Jessica orgasmed again, feeling her eubstance var. against the restraints holding her there. She closed her eyes again and cried out in pleasure.

She also felt the man's hard tool pang in her snatch, and felt his warm cum shoot late inside of her. He sighed out in joy, gripping the side of her coxa hard, and slowly withdrew his dick from inside of her.

Jessica sat there, panting, as the man circled around her and unbound her body. The strap left a red band where they had cut deep into her pale peel. When her nous was freed, Jessica was able-bodied to see the short cheer skirt that she was wearing. There was a large wet spot in the middle where it had rested against her pussy during the torment.

"Get up,"the man commanded as he returned to the center of the room.

Jessica obeyed slowly, incertain if her legs would suffer her weight. She stood, holding onto the bondage hot seat to remain upright.

"commodity. Now strip."

Jessica slowly took off the tight top and the short wench. She handed them over to the man, keeping her eye directed at the floor.

Although she couldn't see, she could tell the man was smiling as he continued talking.

"I enjoyed our time today, my dirty small slave. And I can tell that you did as well. Get some eternal rest. We will keep on your preparation tomorrow."

He turned and went back up the stairs, leaving Jessica alone in the cold basement, completely naked and shivering. She walked over to the old mattress in the corner and sat down on it, pulling the blankets over her shoulders. She could feel her slit throbbing as she adjusted herself on the bed, trying to get comfortable.

Jessica turned over, still chilly and clutching the thin cover around her. After the firstly nights left inside the alloy cage, Jessica had been allowed to sleep on the dirty stained mattress in the nook of the room. But, as she was constantly reminded by the man upstairs, this was a perquisite and not a justly she had. Since, as his striver, she had no rights. She shuddered to herself as she remembered how he had made her beg to orgasm. And how she had made her beg to fill her kitty-cat with his cum.

Jessica shuddered and cried herself into an queasy nap.

***

Months had passed. Jessica had given up any promise of being rescued. Her resistance grew less forceful and less shop at, seeking to please her superior to hedge penalisation. She had begun to accept the frequent sex that they had as arousing, even allowing herself to regularly get carried away enough to have an sexual climax as he fucked her, even without foreplay. But she still did not accept his finish control over her and dreamed of her days back in high school.

One day - or what she assumed was the day from the basement - the man unlocked the door and descended down the step, carrying a small bag. He called Jessica to him saying,"Jess get over here and kneel before me."

She followed his club, walking toward him with her eyes directed at the ground and knelt at his feet. She felt his inviolable work force encircling her neck, tightening something."If…if I may ask, sir,"she said, timidly."If I may ask, what did you put around my neck opening ?"

The man lowered a small control for her to look at."I placed a cushion collar around your cervix. Let me demonstrate."

He pressed a small button on the remote control, making the arrest to beep loudly. Jessica let out a scream as the dog collar shocked her, causing her to fall sideways and snatch at her cervix. She lay there, shaking for a moment, before a nudge from the man's boot returned her to her knees.

"Now, I want you to know that was on the depressed background. If you disappoint me more than tonight, you will count on out how the higher ones feel. I bought this for you because I'm having a special company tonight. Three friends are coming over to wreak poker and drink. I expect you to be on your best behavior. And, if you're not…"

The man left his scourge there, dangling the remote control in front of Jessica.

"And, as such, I expect you to be dressed for the occasion."He reached into the bag and tossed a skimpy Daniel Chester French amah outfit and high heels onto the ground in battlefront of Jessica."Put these on. My ally will be over in thirty minutes."

Jessica remained on her genu as the man went back up the stairs and locked the door. She waited there, partly in shock, partly in plethora, and partly out of pity, as she could feel her pussy starting to get wet.

Resigned, Jessica rose to her base and began to put the outfit on. She could tell it was made of a chinchy fabric. But, it did its job remarkably well. The skirt of the outfit just barely hid her pussy from view, and the low cut top nearly exposed her nipples. It came with a headband with frilly lacing. The shoes were blackamoor with a four inch heel, and as Jessica put them on, she could feel herself nearly suffer equipoise.

Jessica steadied herself on the metallic element bondage board in the snapper of the way. She was timid if she'd be able to take the air in them the entire night. She sighed, patting down the skirt of her outfit, and waited for the man to total get her.

Just then, she heard multiple different pace from upstairs. Two minutes later, she heard the scrape of metallic element against metal. The doorway was opened and the man came down the stairs. He looked Jessica up and down and nodded in approval.

Then he got close to her, grabbing her by the rachis of the neck and nearly throwing her off counterpoise."You will be on your best behaviour for my ally,"he growled into her ear."Anything that they want you will bring to them. When you get upstairs you will regain a tray on the comeback. subscribe to that into the dining area and ask them if they would like food for thought or drinks."

The man released Jessica's neck and stared into her pall drab eyes."Do not disappoint me."

The man walked back up the stairs and Jessica followed as quickly as she could in her heels. When she reached the top, the man had already disappeared into the dining room. Jessica stood there, surveying the kitchen briefly before spotting a cheap looking metallic element tray on the counter.

During her imprisonment, Jessica had been allowed upstairs more and more frequently to amend please her headmaster. Some mornings she would be forced to cook breakfast. Others, her Master would require a massage on the couch or a foot rub when he was watching TV. But, each fourth dimension, she would be constantly reminded that the doors were locked and required a key, even from the inside. And, if she managed to get external, he WOULD grab her and the punishment would last for days. The language ‘ beaten to a pulp'flashed through Jessica's mind and she made the conscious conclusion to please her master as much as she could. His punishment were…severe.

She grabbed the tray, tucking it under her arm as she continued through the doorway to enter the dining elbow room. There were four men, seated around a round table. Each had a lot of flake in front of them. And all of them turned to gaze at her as she entered.

Two of them were rather large and unattractive. They leered at her, making no exertion to obliterate their stares at her legs and cleavage. The other was built similarly to her Master. He was encompassing shouldered and wore a jersey and denim. One of the men whistled as she came into view. Another tilt toward her Master and said,"diddly man. I know you mentioned she was a cheerleader but she's fuckin'hot."

Jessica's buttock grew red and she felt binge welling up in her eyes. But, she took a oceanic abyss intimation and did her skillful to compose herself as her Master looked at her expectantly, playing with the small remote in his hands.

"U-um…Excuse m-me sir,"Jessica stammered out."C-can I get you anything to wassail ?"

One of the men laughed loudly, and patted her Master on the spine, complementing his training. Another man told him, with a smile, that it was unfair to recreate poker now and that they'd be distracted the entire night.

Once the men calmed down, they each ordered a beer. Jessica turned to go get the drink, and her chick flipped up slightly, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties. One of the men whistled again and Jessica felt her cheeks getting red from embarrassment. She left the room as fast as she could wearing the high heels, the shoes clicking against the hard floor as she walked.

Jessica stood, steading herself against the retort next to the refrigerator. She placed the tray down and used the dorsum of her bridge player to wipe her center, trying to get rid of the split that were forming. She inhaled deeply and straightened her back, resolving to not break down in presence of the men. She could get through this.

She opened the fridge and grabbed four bottleful of beer that were inside. It took her a minute to receive the bottle opener, and she nearly fell trying to open the maiden bottle. But, after a lot of struggling, she had the four unfastened bottles placed on the tray with four evacuate glasses. She sighed, picking up the tray, holding it rather unprofessionally with two helping hand in front of her and put a forced smile on her facial expression as she went back into the poker room.

All the heads turned to see at her as she entered, carrying the tray in forepart of her. Jessica felt the redness return to her nerve, but she made her way to the table, resting one side of the tray on the mesa and holding the other with her hand, as to not upset the game.

As fast as she could with her free proper hired hand, Jessica placed the four evacuate specs in strawman of the men. Then, one by one, she began to fill the chalk. The man on her right, the rather well built one, began running his hand up and down her thigh as she poured his Methedrine first. Jessica's hand began to shake as his helping hand began to near her twat, but she knew adept than to argue.

He slowly began to stroke her pussy as she started filling the other methamphetamine hydrochloride around the table. Although Jessica was completely embarrassed and upset by her appearance and her situation, she couldn't help but get turned on from all the attention, specifically toward her cunt. This fact was not lost on the table.

The man who was rubbing her turned to her professional and said,"You didn't lie. She's a total slut too. She's already starting to get wet."

He nodded."Yeah. She denies enjoying this discourse but it always seems to work her on. Just wait until she starts sucking us off from under the table."

Jessica was doing her full to sate the last glassful. However, at that finale remark, her paw slipped, and she spilled some beer on the board and on the man's lap. Jessica began apologizing profusely.

"O-oh sir. I'm so distressing ! Please let me-"

But she didn't get to cease. Her master cut over her, saying,"Here boys. You want to learn how I trained her so well ? The first of all lesson is that whenever she messes up or fails to delight me, I will penalize her every metre without fail."

Jessica had barely decent prison term to catch onto the sides of the table before her choker beeped and a shock was sent through her body. She fell slightly, but managed to bide upright, whimpering out in botheration.

Her master addressed her."Did my hard worker merit penalization ?"

"Y-yes,"Jessica replied, keeping her eyes focused on the ground."Your slave needed to be punished for her mistake."

Her original smiled at the table."See ? Now she will be indisputable not to do it again."

He continued, directing his remark at her."striver, now I expect you to get a towel and clean off the table and his pants. Go !"

Jessica jumped at the order, and scurried off, nearly forgetting the tray with the hollow feeding bottle. She set it down and grabbed a handful of napkins from the parry. She returned as fast as she could, using half of them to mop up the spill on the table. She used the other half to begin patting down the wet spot on the man's crotch.

"Get down on your human knee while you do it,"her superior commanded, and Jessica quickly obeyed.

She could finger the man's cock hardening as her delicate hands began patting at the wet spot that she caused. The man let out a sigh of delight as she continued, remarking to the mesa,"She sure as sin is being thorough. I don't think she can ascertain herself when she feels a cock."

Jessica felt her body tense and her cheeks blossom again. But she continued trying to dry the spot as much as she could to avoid future penalty.

The man began running his fingers through her hair's-breadth as she started using the last serviette on his crotch. She could feel his shaft completely hard in his pants, knowing it was just a matter of sentence before she would be choking on it. As she finished up, she tried to wax, but the man pushed her roughly back down to her knees.

"I think you missed a topographic point inside the pants. You better unbutton them to check."

There was a break around the board. Jessica's hands shook nervously as she began to unbutton the man's pants. As soon as she undid the zipper, he stood abruptly, pulling his pants and underclothes down to his knee. His cock sprung forward, and is sit back down, grinning at Jessica.

"Well ?"He said."Aren't you going to check if it's wet ?"

She reached out her hand slowly, and began rubbing his tool. It felt warm in her hands, and the man sat back and put his paw behind his head.

"How the hell can I get my own sex slave ? Can I buy her from you ?"

Her Master laughed and shook his head word."You'll have to nobble your own cheerfulness slut. It's a lot of piece of work, but lem me tell you. It's Charles Frederick Worth it."

"Oh I can see that !"The man looked back down at Jessica."well, little slovenly woman. Let's see how well you can take a cock."

He stood up from the table, forcefully pulling her to the center of the dining way, skinning her knees on the tile. He grabbed her by the Kuki-Chin, forcing her head back and her eyes upward to stare into his.

"Now, open wide. Let me see how deep I can get this into your throat."

Jessica couldn't control herself as a tear began to roll down her cheek. But she opened her rima oris. Her lord had trained her to take dildos down into her throat. It still made her gag slightly, but she was working on getting past it. But she knew if she didn't do her estimable to please this man, she would be shocked again and again and locked back downstairs to await to a greater extent punishment.

So Jessica leaned forward, opening her mouth wide and relaxing her pharynx, and took the cock late inside of her. The man moaned out in pleasure as he entered her backtalk. As she began to deepthroat, she gagged slightly, but pushed through to get his full length into her mouth.

The man grabbed her by the head and began to ensure the blowjob. He directed her to stay on on his cock until she started pulling away, which he let her do. Jessica gasped for air, tears running down her impudence and spittle dripping down onto the level. But the man pulled her close and entered her pharynx again.

He began to sleep with her sass, moaning out about how it was the unspoilt blowjob he has ever gotten. The former men at the table were cheering him on, telling him how to further degrade the worthless slut in social movement of him. Jessica kneeled there, gagging on the rooster and gasping for air when she could. Her only thought was of avoiding futurity punishment from her master. But she couldn't control the fact that her pussy was starting to get wet.

Soon enough, the man pulled Jessica's mouth down onto his cock for the last-place time, and she felt his warm cum shoot into her throat, causing her to cough and clamber slightly. The man relaxed his grip, taking two footfall back, and allowing Jessica to fall onto her hands and knee gasping and coughing.

He returned to the table, saying,"So, who's next with the slut ?"

Jessica managed to right herself back to her knees when she saw the other fat man get up from the table and walk in front of her. He dropped his pants to the trading floor, revealing that he was hard from her utmost performance.

"Take it,"was all he said.

Jessica obediently opened her oral fissure and took the dick all the way back into her throat as she had been trained. This blowjob proceeded just like the finale one, with perhaps a small less coughing and gagging. Jessica allowed herself to be directed by the firm bridge player of the man in front of her, bobbing up and down on his hard cock.

She obediently allowed him to cum deep into her pharynx as she was forced down onto his cock for the last-place time. Again she fell to her mitt and knees coughing. The man looked down at her smugly and complimented her Master on his ability to aim such a slut.

The live on man - the one that looked most like her skipper - leaned in and whispered something to him. Her skipper nodded, saying"Yes, but do it downstairs on the mattress."

The man got up, taking Jessica by the arm and helped her to her metrical foot. One of her articulatio genus was bleeding slightly and a bit of saliva dripped from her chin onto the story. Unfazed, the man tightened his clutch on her and led her back down to the basement. Jessica struggled slightly walking down the stairs with this man pushing her ahead of him, but she made it down without falling. He led her to the dirty mattress in the street corner, and he pushed her forward, causing Jessica to lose her balance and fall brass first onto the hard mattress.

She didn't conflict or even twist around as she heard the man unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the soil. She knew what would happen next.

Without warning, the man thrust his stopcock deep into her twat. Jessica squealed out loudly in pain and jounce. The man continued to thrust his shaft into her, saying in a deep voice,"It's lucky you're such a slut and you're already wet, or else that would have really hurt."

He reached around, grabbing the vertebral column of her neck with his inviolable hand. He began to push her face roughly into the hard mattress, making it unmanageable to respire and causing Jessica to struggle slightly to gasp for air. The man placed his early hand on her hips and used it to lie with her forcefully, causing her already skinned knee to burn as it moved with the jerking motion.

But, over the grade of her education, Jessica had only been able to orgasm through rough discourse. And the way that this man fucked her lost pussy reminded her of her captain. And, without any control over it, Jessica could sense herself getting more wet and turned on.

There was a gimcrack smack as the man slapped Jessica's ass, causing her to yip in infliction. He leaned in, asking,"Did you like that, you dirty slut ?"

She didn't respond, so the man did it again, slapping her harder."I said, DID YOU LIKE THAT YOU DIRTY slattern ?"He roared out at her.

"Y-yes ! I like it ! I'm - oh ! - I'm your soiled s-slut !"Jessica stammered back as the man continued fucking her roughly.

He began pulling at her hair, causing Jessica's cervix to bend back and allowing him to ascertain the move of her body. He began pulling her in an even rhythm, causing her to move towards the man with each thrust.

Suddenly and without warning, the man pushed Jessica off his cock and down onto the dirty mattress. He roughly flipped her over so that she was lying on her back, and he began stroking his stopcock furiously. He moaned out and came, covering Jessica's face and bosom in his warm cum.

The man exhaled, enjoying his climax. He used his thumb to wipe a streak of his cum off of Jessica's look. He forced his thumb into her backtalk and make sure she sucked it uninfected. Then, without a word, he got up, put his pants back on, and went back upstairs. She heard the scrape of metal against metal as she was locked back into the basement.

***

Jessica heard the scratch of metal against metal and the threshold to the basement was thrown open. She heard the stomp of boots coming down the stairs, but she remained facing the wall.

She was still dressed in the Daniel Chester French amah outfit ( or what was left of it after her rough treatment ), and she could feel the dried cum sticking to her typeface and breasts. The shoes were next to the bed, one of the hound broken from the rasping fucking a duad of hr ago. She was sobbing to herself silently when her Master approached the old mattress.

Without a watchword, he picked her up and took her upstairs. They went through the door that she hadn't been allowed in before : the door to her sea captain's bedroom. She picked up her nous, tears still flowing down her cheeks, as he took her into the bedroom. Here, he stood her up, barefoot on the roofing tile of his private john. He took off the shock apprehension and placed it on the counter.

He pointed at the exhibitor and commanded,"Get in and uncontaminating yourself."

Jessica began to wash her body, mentally and emotionally exhausted from her old treatment. Her cunt still throbbed from the rough fucking, and her pharynx felt sore. But she dutifully washed her body with soap and her hair with shampoo. She rinsed it all off, and as she stepped out of the exhibitioner, her Master came back into the room. He handed her a warmly towel, newly from the drier, and commanded that she dry herself off.

Next he led her into his sleeping accommodation and told her to get in, under the weather sheet. She followed his pedagogy, and he climbed in, also naked, and set there spooning her. Completely exhausted from her day, Jessica let herself fall to kip in the arm of her Master.


***

The man smiled as his cute petty cheerleader pet made his breakfast. It had been, what, over a year since she had been abducted from the party ? She stood at the stove, making scrambled bollock and bacon like she had every other day that week. Jessica - or Jess, as Master liked to call her - was dressed in her tight, form fitting cheer uniform. She still wore the shock apprehension on her neck, though it was more symbolic than anything. It had been hebdomad since she had disappointed professional enough to portray herself for punishment.

Jess placed the eggs and bacon onto two plates, bringing them to the table. She knelt before her Master, asking,"Would captain like me to suck him off before breakfast."

The man nodded, and he began eating as the petty cheer slut began bobbing up and down on his vertical cock.

After he came into her back talk, she smiled up at him, completely happy, and having forgotten her past times life .