The stock breeder Life 3 : Molded

Working for Stephen made for an concern life, when I was n't being bent over a table or worse 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 escritoire and more to do with ... but still it paid well and I do enjoy the employment and I mean all of the body of work that I do here. I 'd been at the company a nearly two calendar month, I 'd managed to assure life at the apartment for myself and my room mate ... mainly me, mainly because Kelly could see her way through nigh of her disbursal. Still it was sound to finally lend to our apartment in some way.

"Sarah I need you to come in here for a arcminute please."Stephen said over the intercommunication system linked to my desk.

I stood up and walked to his part, I was still extremely sore from yesterday when I was passed around during a board meeting. I was n't the only one to be passed around. They had girls brought in for just such an function. I however had been asked to take away the minutes, of trend it was a ploy on Sir Leslie Stephen 's part as he and the others never allowed me to take off such a job. When I had first entered the circuit 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 vibrator in the middle. It had raised ridges either side of meat of the vibrator designed to be quite evil I suspect. Also a way to defecate 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 charwoman in the building do n't want to quench their slit 's insatiate appetite. The drugs they have you on leave you horny all of the time, whether you are at home or at work the damn things never had an off day. to the highest degree of the time you wo n't hear me complaining at all, but after yesterday I was going to feel that for a while and what is Thomas More most of the people in the post knew that I was.

"Sarah I would like to thank you for your aid yesterday. As a reinforcement for such first-class 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 topical anaesthetic piercing mod lieu for you this sunup along with an apointment with my female parent personal stylist. You will be pampered after your handling, which I have already selected for you. You will not induce to worry about a thing."He informed me, and there it was.

It was not heavy to recognize women in here who had piercings and or mods, in fact with no underclothes allowed you could see them coming a mile off. I 'd seen some pretty commove things, his fathers secretary was a trace of her quondam 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 presence of his father the secretaire was on all fours, she was collared, she could n't have been more than nineteen year old. She had been seen in the street as a teenager and the present moment she left school she had been hired here ... purchased by the man who run the house ... that was a year ago. Dark udder under her eyes, the way she shied away from homo striking or flinched if he looked at her incorrectly. Yes she had the care of god in her, when it came to her boss. I 'd heard the girlfriend down the student residence 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 meter he let her go though she was bruised and under the impression that what she had just been doing was far from consensual. rapine playing period at its nearly extreme, the missy would laugh at her and evidence her she is imaging thing. Like you would want to imagine something like that.


Stephen accompanied me to my designation that morning, we just looked like your every day twosome. Both of us dressed well, both of us looking like professional 's. That was was the way that he wanted me to expect virtually Clarence Shepard Day Jr., unless his wife at dwelling 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 better than cling pic really. It was mostly see through the cloth, okay by mostly I do n't mean anybody would be capable to draw a blank that dress as it showed everything perfectly. The dresses that I was made to wear were different to the ones I had started there wearing. For instance the arse half of the clothes was slight giving than a whack. I wore eminent heel shoes that would break most the great unwashed a vitrine of vertigo.

I was n't plugged any more, he had let up on that, which I was glad about, I had enough job at work and at home without that damn thing. Occasionally he would leave one on my chairperson and leave instructions to put on it. It was a admonisher 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 workshop it self. There was one man tattooed and pierced, his typeface was littered with piercings, it was actually gross to attend at. I wondered why anyone would do that to their own face and had no answers.

"You must be Stephen and this adulteress must be Sarah, add up this way I have a buck private 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 dyad of people out back, all heavily tattoo 'd jez that was not a commodity spirit. At the back was one woman, she was naked except for a neckband and leash, heavily meaning. She was plugged in all three trap, gagged with a thick rubber exhaust hood covering her cheek ... you could n't see her eyes. tit clamps the vicious variety, that tighten the more you play with them. They were attached to a chain that stretched taught across the elbow room to a hook of some variety, this would on social occasion go up or down and you could hear her moan in pain in the ass 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 alloy closed circuit in the bottom of it which was hooked up to the flooring and taught so if she moved she was in pain from one of several way of life.

"This is my personal beef 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 month. Before breakfast and before dinner, she does n't involve 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 Sir Leslie Stephen who nodded his head in consent. I needed help to get out of it, it was that tight and anatomy necking. 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 struggle 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 deliver been dual aim. It had stirrups for some reason and my fundament were placed into them. Then my pegleg were forced as far apart as the board would set aside and my trunk would allow for for that topic."Like all bitches you are a natural when your ramification are spread."He said laughing with Sir Leslie 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 concern your jolly little headspring off to much about it, you wo n't remember a thing."He said to me.


When I was next aware of my surroundings I was on the same tabular array, resting. The two men were not in the room, Shelia was still on the storey still gagged and plugged. I was incompetent of feeling sorry for her, this was her lot in life-time. She had decided this was what she wanted after all ... well she would have said yes in the rootage not knowing this would be the end result. My clit throbbed with painfulness and something else, my nipples were in the same predicament but a wholly lot more painful. I glance down and sure plenty my nipples were pierced ... gold rings that were far thicker than I would have liked protruded from them and sat neatly on my breasts, underneath them were barbells running in opposite word directions to the anchor ring also made of gold. I reached up to touch them and felt a sharp vibration as my hands neared my tit. The vibration in my pussy, my pelvis might take bucked but the hurting was acute the wound still sassy no dubiousness. I hear a chuckle from the threshold 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 patch if I were you ... the bars through your pap act as sensors ... the closer your hands or mine or any Male hands get your nipples they activate the vibrator down here."He explained his hand moving in close to my nipples I cry out in pain in the ass and pleasance all at once ... the vibrator is close to well that spot my hips buck as the pain in the ass in my mamilla 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 quivering going on."He explained upping the anty and saturation of the vibration my pelvic arch buck and I moan the throbbing in my pussy has gone up a notch and my hips are moving off their own accordance."It can be Holy Writ activated to ... so if I say."He explains holding the little control condition up to his mouthpiece."Pussy."I scream pleasure ripping through my body Stephen presses my rose hip back down to the tabular array."Bitch."He says I scream now as a needlelike shock runs through my pussy and this time it is from pain in the ass."Slut."He says and makes me squeal holy whoreson."This thing right here has fifty different settings. You are now a distant restraint 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 oeuvre, you can be sure of that."Sir Leslie Stephen said to him."I may even evoke 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 mate and begins to come away her from the wall and floor ... leaving the chain of mountains in stead 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 mount up on the table which she has been put up against."Face forward you stupid 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 paunch is in the way and she requires helper to get on the table. Then shuffles down the table so we are face to present. Stephen walks around the social movement of me placing the mountain range from her teat clamp in my mouth."Use that as a pain killer."He tells me."Do not move."He snaps.

I cry out in pain as the palpitation grows in my pussy. Throwing my pass back with a moan, the woman above me cries out in pain ... her breasts now the nub of my world and hers for the Saami grounds. She grunts I do n't sleep together what they are doing to her but she shoots forward a small bit. I ca n't see her face 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 as she does.

"No master please your cock is hurting me."She cries.

"Good, be a good little whore and relish the ride."He says both men laugh as we cry out with pleasance."Your note the tart can come without being touched, this is the best contribution of what is done to them. One fraught cunt and one soon to be fraught snatch, both unable to do anything ... any clip you say a Christian Bible like bitch or fancy woman, scoria will work to ... but whore well you can differentiate. If they could get their clits together you know full well what the dirty trivial sluts would be doing rightfield now."He said to Stephen, we were both screaming incoherently the by-blow knew what he was doing to us he just did n't give care. He was fucking his wife or slave or whatever she was to him. I could tell by the grunt and moans from them both and the way she jerked forward with every stroke of his prick. I was so penny-pinching to my climax and I could n't get anywhere near the parts I wanted to play with. Even the painful sensation was making me hot.

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

His shaft out and pointed down at my oral cavity, I opened it like I know he wanted me to and he slid his prick into my lip. I was used to his girth and length by now and I knew he must be close to going over the sharpness."I am going to breed your wholly hole as soon as it is healed bitch ... you will love what it is like to be my personal sporting lady since I pay you to be one ... you will eff what it is like to contain my child in that whore body ... I will breed you for the universe 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 take up his turncock and tried desperately to cum. His Bible were having the desired force on my trunk and the adjustment he had made to it. I closed my eyes as I felt his nut start to retract he pulled out of my sassing shooting all over my fount he laughed called me a cocotte again and that was me over the edge. It was the first time I had come without any kind of insight at all. I came all over my piercer and his hard worker.

When I can call up straight again, Shelia is back in her quoin crying through her pot, I am no longer confined to the table ineffectual to move. Stephen is in the room paying the man.

"fourth dimension to get you back into your attire Sarah."He says to me."You will be allowed to mend before this goes any further bitch."He says I moan."trough then the other men in the office will jazz you are off limits."He adds I manage to get back into my apparel and my heels. Looking down at my body as it is now its obvious that my nipples are pierced and I am no longer vibrating so I know he has turned that office off for the time being. He had it on a minute ago now it is n't. I am truly his remote ascendence whore, I am paid to open up my branch 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 .