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-A Long Walk-
The sun set over the horizon as the city streetlights slowly illuminated. His hand moved to her shoulder and brushed her dark hair to one side. Her heart pounded as his lips soon replaced the hair, dotting her soft shoulder and neck with slow kisses.
Her black pencil skirt pressed to the front of his suit pants as their bodies felt that sensual connection. She turned her head away and let him kiss up and down as his hands slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Each button coming undone was one step closer to revealing her fate for the night. What he had promised was unlike anything they had done before.
“Let’s take a long walk…” His lips broke as his fingers slipped between her cleavage and then pulled harshly. She felt the harsh tug and the blouse fabric strain the buttons before they were ripped free.
She turned her head back to him and their lips met. She was lost, as she leaned up to savor the taste of him. Shuddering into his body as his hands continued on their course of stripping her. The clasp on her lace bra was next as she felt the weight of her ample bosom bounce free and her nipples hardened feeling the air of the room. Their tongues circled as his hands trailed down the soft skin of her belly until he found the zipper of her black skirt and slipped it slowly downward.
“My Treasured Slavegirl…” he spoke softly between their kisses as she felt the fabric pool at her heeled feet. She stepped out of them, her matching lace panties the only covering she wore but his relentless hands found the thin straps at the side, easing them downward over her hips.
She gasped “Your treasured slavegirl…” as she felt the soft fabric join the rest at her feet. She was bare before him, his hands seemed to smooth over her hips and thighs as he stepped back to admire her beauty.
She was petite and curvy, just the way he wanted her. Hips that begged to be bred, an ass that seemed to jiggle wanting to be spanked, and tits craving to feel his strong masculine hands gripping them. Even in her heels raising her inches higher she had to look up to him as he slowly turned her to face him.
“You are mine for now… let’s see who will own you at the night’s end….” His eyes glanced up and down her nude form, admiring how detailed her preparation for had been. Every inch of her skin was smooth and shaven, her makeup stunning and beautiful, her bare body a perfect vision of lust and sex.
His words only seemed to raise the sensations between her thighs. Her breath quickened as he picked up the metal bondage yoke. Three metal loops connected by a solid steel bar. He opened the collar first lifting it to her beautiful neck.
She leaned in offering her nude body to the collar and lifting her hands high to the sides. She felt the metal close, then a leash and padlock added to the center loop. Her wrists were next as she found them spread and then similarly restrained.
“Let’s go for that long walk…” he said, a light tug of her leash a signal to follow.
Minutes later they exited the residence with only the darkness of night to conceal her nudity. City street lights only illuminated portions of their route down the sidewalk as he tugged her metal leash playfully. He seemed to enjoy letting it go slack enough it brushed her big tits that swayed with each step.
Her heart raced from the public humiliation, her heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk. Watching each corner to see who would be potential spectators. It wasn’t long before she could see a couple walking on the opposite sidewalk. Her eyes shot downward knowing they would soon see and recognize a beautiful woman, bound and led by leash.
The woman’s gasp didn’t surprise her as she could hear her speak. “Slut…” was barely audible as they passed and continued on their journey.
They turned a corner into a brick paved pavilion that would be mostly vacant this time of night. A few businessmen hurriedly walking home from a late work day were the next to see her. reyhanlı escort She glanced up at one of them to see him pull out his phone and record her plight. It made her shudder as the leash went taught and she felt a firm jerk.
“Keep up… don’t keep our auctioneer waiting…” he said as she felt a rush of adrenaline and endorphins hit her brain. The possibility to sell her at auction had always been within the limits of their play sessions. She didn’t think he would really go through with it though, he had been so kind, so tender when she needed him.
Maybe he was playing with her, it wasn’t out of character to tease her fantasies to enhance their pleasures. Would he really go through with selling her nude body to the highest bidder?
Another tug of her leash brought her mind back to the walk as he jerked her inside a small alley beside the large pavilion. “Down… squat slut…”
She complied squatting down and spreading her knees wide until her plump ass sat on her heels. She could see now that their walk had an equally arousing result on the man she called ‘Master’.
The bulge in his pants pressed against her cheek before sliding to the left and finding her small open hand. She managed to stroke it as best she could over his pants, still squatting and in the metal yoke. Her fingers searched until they found the zipper and pulled down.
The belt and button came next before he moved it from her hand back to her lips. “Get it with your mouth slut… might be the last time you taste it…”
Again she gasped, the thought so intensely arousing as she pushed herself up just enough to carefully bite the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down revealing his thick cock.
She savored seeing it again as it sprang free into her face. Her lips opened and took it in her warm wet mouth. Without her hands to assist her she did the best she could to press her lips and suck him thoroughly, using every moment of oral training he had made her undergo.
Sloppily she sucked and pressed the head of his cock deep until she felt that familiar gag reflex and fought to keep it going deeper. Her dark eyes looked up in surrender to his pleasure and watched it displayed on his face.
She felt him push as she sucked until the brick wall behind her pressed against the back of her dark hair. She was pinned and soon he made it clear she would be his fucktoy in this dark alleyway.
She struggled with her wrists as she wanted them free, one to stroke him and worship his balls while the other fingered her throbbing clit. With her knees spread so lewdly she was aching, craving to feel something satisfy the lusty need between her thighs.
“Gaaaaccckkkkkk” she felt him press deep, cutting off her air supply and then retreating just enough to let her own drool drip down onto her big chest. With the wall behind her there was nowhere to go but be his toy, his sexual release.
The flash of a camera turned both of their heads to the entrance of the alleyway as two college coeds snapped a quick picture of their debauchery before scurrying along. “Fucking slut… get your ass up and bend over…” he said gripping her dark hair and pulling her up and spinning her around away from him.
She was disoriented as he positioned her where he wanted. The top of her head and both hands soon found bracing against the brick wall as he bent her forward. It was a difficult balancing act until she felt his thighs press to the rear of hers and that thick wet cock lay across her ass cheeks.
“Fuck me please Master… fuck me like it’s the last time before you sell me…” she pleaded not know how real the possibility was. His hips lowered as she felt his member trail along both cheeks and then down between her thighs. His hand gripped the shaft and spanked her pussy and clit with the thick flesh rod before parting her lips with the head.
She wasn’t ready to take all of him and when he pushed inside, it hurt just enough to moisten her pussy all the more. Slipping back he pumped again, balls smacking into her mound as he took her roughly. The dark alleyway was soon filled with the sounds a intense fucking.
“Fuck Master… use me… breed me… whore me… display me… sell rize escort me…” she uttered giving fully into fantasy. He seemed to only be encouraged by her wanton display of sexual surrender and drove all the more.
She tried to glance back to see him but the bondage prevented it, instead all she could glimpse was a view of the alley entrance with a handful of spectators to her debauchery. “Fuck… I’m cumming on your cock… fuck… give it to me… all of it… gawd yes! Fucking use me like that… break me Master!!!” Her voice seemed to echo and please the onlookers.
He said nothing but kept up the intense pleasure. His thighs slammed into her smooth cheeks repeatedly and roughly. Soon the sensation rising in his balls took over and his pumping reached a fevered pitch.
Reaching for her leash he pulled her head up off the wall. His other hand reached for her thigh and lifted it high still deeply inside her. The viewers watched as her body was fully exposed to them as he pushed inside her and held her weight supported by only one heeled foot and impaled deeply on his cock.
Flashes and clicks could be heard as his balls spasmed and began pumping cum deep inside her smooth shaven cunt. “Look at them… they know what you are, slavegirl…” his voice whispered softly in her ear with his head right behind her. “I wonder if any of them will be at your sale tonight…”
The moment seemed to last an eternity as most of them seemed to leave as the couple stood pressed together, bodies joined in intimate embrace.
“Clean me…” he commanded when only a few remained. She dropped to her knees and worshiped his cock as if this was their last night together. Savoring the familiar flavor of their combined juices as she sucked, swallowed and cleaned him thoroughly. When she was done, she felt the leash tug and she rose back to continue the humiliating walk.
This time as her heels clicked on the bricks she walked with her head up, shoulders back and chest out. It was her Master’s cum leaking between her thighs and her memories of orgasming around his cock that kept up her pace on their walk. She didn’t mind the viewers seeing her like this anymore, in fact she craved it.
Half an hour later an abandoned harbor warehouse came into their view. When the doors opened she realized this place was far from vacant. Hundreds of people busily moving about evaluating merchandise, haggling over prices and exchanging human livestock. On the far wall a stage set the scene as an auctioneer banged his gavel.
In mere moments she was handed off to the auctioneer and stood in a line awaiting her own sale. Her heart now pounding as she watched the women with her marched onto the stage and sold off to the highest bidder.
He would buy her back, she was sure of it. She’d been a loving, caring slavegirl, one you would cherish for a lifetime. He’d told her as much, many, many times.
A rough hand grabbed her leash and marched her onto the stage. She could hear the auctioneer describe her intimately, her age, sexual appetites and abilities. She could feel cum and her own juices leaking down her thighs as he stopped and the bidding began.
The bright lights blurred the crowd as she tried to look for him. Surely he was raising his numbered paddle, surely he would pay the reserve to have her back. “Going once… going twice…. Sold!” The auctioneer banged the gavel and she felt her leash tugged instantly, her moment in the spotlight over.
They didn’t stop until they were standing before an open crate labeled ‘Live Animals’ and someone was unlocking her metal yoke. She started to ask how they got the keys or where her Master was, but the handler silenced her with a bright red ball gag.
The pair of them manhandled her until she was kneeling in the wooden box looking at its contents. One man reached inside and pushed her chest forward until her stomach and collarbone rested against two wooden beams. Her ample tits seemed to sway free between the wood, sure to be jostled frequently during transport.
She felt her hair brushed aside and a metal bracket placed behind her neck. Screws and a drill soon secured her neck and head in place against the wood as she felt a larger safranbolu escort similar metal brace placed over her lower back.
More sounds of drilling and the sensation of cool metal on her back and unrelenting wood against her stomach followed. Her feet were next, heels taken off and tossed into a pile of discarded lingerie and shoes. Her bare feet were then pulled wide and metal shackles attached to each ankle. Rings in the walls of the box soon linked to each shackle ensuring she’d have her feet spread wide for the journey.
Last, her free hands were brought up behind her and placed in a leather arm binder. She felt the soft leather pull tight, uncomfortably pressing her elbows closer and closer together. She tried to squirm but found each part of her attached and bound to this box, only her free hanging tits and ass allowed just enough movement to enjoy. She then heard one of them say. “Plug her…”
She shuddered as warm lube dripped down her crack and then worked into her ass with what she assumed was to be her butt plug. Roughly she soon felt it spread her tight rosebud and seal deep inside her bowels. More drilling sounds and then she felt a thick dildo ease its way into her cunt. Once it was deep another metal click sounded as she knew they impaled her on this fake phallus and secured to the box.
As they closed the lid she turned to take one last look to see if her Master was there. His absence agonizingly forefront in her mind. When darkness consumed her, it was him she was thinking of. Surely this was another test of her submission and hours later she would be back in his villa, serving drinks and being his treasured slavegirl.
That was what he often called her, “My treasured slavegirl…” she could almost hear his voice. Her eyes began to adjust as tiny pockets of light poked through the handful of air holes that had been made in her new prison.
She resolved herself to be ready for him when he opened her crate, to have her body once again ready to serve him, pleasure him, and be used by him.
An image of his beautiful cock flashed in her mind and she knew what she needed to do. Her hips, as bound as they were slowly shifted up and down, fucking the dildo deeply impaling her, she listened to the sounds of soft, wet pussy being speared by thick silicone cock. She shuddered into her gag as she felt the pleasure rise.
She was humping the fake cock quickly as the forklift soon came and collected her, a wet pool of her juices now soaking the floor of the crate. The journey ahead was to be a long one and she didn’t know how dehydrated she would be when she arrived….
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Three Months Later
The familiar ding of his email signaled him to attend to his phone. Another large deposit had been made into his account and this time the customer had attached pictures. He flipped through each one as if simply browsing on his phone.
Each one seemed to show an even further degradation of the slavegirl he’d sold not that long ago. He was pleased she still looked so healthy and her new owners had seen to modify her to their tastes. New tattoos seemed to decorate her formerly untouched flesh, as well as new piercings in both nipples and other sensual places.
He watched images of her serving multiple men, having her ass and tits flogged, and being bound in strict bondage. She was still a stunning beauty and pleasant memories soon flooded his mind of her.
“Sir…” a soft feminine voice brought him back to the present in his villa. “I’m done cleaning… May I serve you?”
At his door stood a petite busty woman with beautifully tanned brown skin. The maids apron she wore was the only attire he’d allowed her as she’d scrubbed and cleaned his house all day. Her skin was glistening in the sunlight, evidence of her exertion, and highlighted her lovely beauty.
“Yes.. take off that apron and kneel at my feet…” he would have this new slavegirl sate the hunger the new payment and images of the last slavegirl had seemed to rise within him. Obediently she complied and was soon working her lips quickly up and down his rapidly hardening shaft.
“Fuck… that’s it… that’s it my treasured slavegirl… now get up here and ride me… tomorrow I’m taking you out for a long walk…” his voice was hungry as she complied, the pair sating their desires and lust. His mind was already moving on beyond this slut and on to the next Treasured Slavegirl and the long walk they would someday share…
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