She felt a finger roughly push into her ring, pulling and stretching. Then two fingers pressing lube inside her anal passage. Then there was the sound of his zipper and the tearing noise from a condom being opened. Other than when using her mouth, Robert always wore condoms. He was terrified of getting a sexually transmitted infection.
With his cock rubber sheathed, and pressing hot against her anal entrance, Carmen trembled. Now she could really be his willing slave. Carmen was ready this, for she had fought through every barrier.
My body knows what it wants, she thought. Even my mind knows I need to be used. I will take this pleasure, whatever enjoyment I can manage. I'll deal with what I am becoming later.
Tears ran down Carmen's face. They were coursing down her cheeks from when she had been hurt, but now they were simply from strong emotions. Her body wanted and needed release and that was good.
But what am I becoming? She thought. Who am I now? After submerging myself into the slave mindset will there be anything left of me if I am imprisoned much longer?
Carmen could hardly recognize herself.
Robert leaned over her and wet his fingers in her channel. Then, slick with her essence, he circled and stroked her engorged clit. Carmen groaned and unthinkingly tried to thrust against him.
Robert laughed. "You're such a needy little whore, aren’t you?"
"Yes, Master."
The head of Robert's cock breached her anus, just slightly inside, and she gasped.
"Are you ready to take my cock, slave?" he asked.
"Yes, Master."
"Open that tight ring for me now, and prepare yourself then," Robert said. "I am going to thrust into you hard. I want it to hurt." He squeezed her round abused buttocks fiercely, wrenching them open wide. The cane stripes burned and she cried out and whimpered.
Oh God, she thought. He is so cruel, and yet I love it. Why? What is wrong with me?
Robert drove forward hard. Carmen squealed and her eyes flew wide with surprise and the burning pain of it. He struggled and pushed until his hips and thighs were flush against her burning hot round globes, and his shaft was deep inside her. Carmen panted and tried to relax as her anal passage expanded to accommodate him.
The intense feeling of thick stretching pain burned, that and the feel of his skin touching her cane stripes. Carmen withheld her instinctive impulse to thrash and struggle from the invasion of his cock, and was pleased to find that she had regained some control.
"Yes," he grunted. "You opened that stiff little ring for your master, didn't you? And fuck your tight hot hole feels so good.”
He pulled out, leaving just the tip of his head inside. Pausing, he slapped her buttocks hard and laughed. The throbbing cane marks burned, inside her ass burned, and still Carmen felt pleasure from it all.
"You are a very good ride, you horny little whore," Robert said, the tone of his voice at its most charming. "I don't want any other, Carmen, only you. I've always wanted you. You please me, slave."
Carmen moaned, "Oh thank you, Master," she said, and she meant every word. This was her reason for living. I belong to my Master, she thought, her mind falling into her well used mantra. Right now I am his slave.
Carmen trembled and whimpered. Robert slammed inside again, this time sliding more easily. She felt his balls press firmly against her dripping, heated pussy. Stretching himself across her back, Robert plumped and squeezed her breasts, rolling and tugging on her nipples.
Carmen keened with glorious sensation.
Robert's palm grazed her flank and cupped her swollen feminine mound, her outer lips and clit, flicking and teasing, transforming all discomfort into voracious sexual need.
"Oh, oh, oh! Ahhhh!" Carmen cried out, instinctively bucking and jerking from the concentrated pleasure he was giving her.
"You belong to me, Slave," Robert said.
"Yes, Master."
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to please you in all things," Carmen said.
"Do you want me to fuck your ass hard?"
"If it pleases you, Master."
"Do you want me to beat you and hurt you for my pleasure?'
"If it pleases you, Master." Carmen moaned, giving a little cry of protest, or a strangled groan of aching need. She really needed to climax.
With unbridled, ruthless fervor Robert gripped her hips with bruising strength and then hammered himself into her as fast and hard as the caning he had given her. He was trying to hurt her. It did hurt and Carmen loved it.
"Yes," Robert growled, slapping her red buttocks. "Fuck I striped you well. I still feel the heat of it burning into my thighs." He slapped her again. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes, yes, Master!" she shrieked.
"Good," he said. "You want my cock to pound into you. You want it to hurt. You are a little pain slut whore that will do anything for me aren't you? You are my slave and I love to watch you suffer. I can do anything I want to you, can't I whore?"
"Oh, God, yes! Yes, Sir!" she screamed even louder.
It wasn't true, of course. Except for an occasional erotic spanking, Carmen wasn't a pain slut. Robert was teaching her, she supposed, making her learn to tolerate and even to like it sometimes. But everything was running together now, a host of sensation, the pain, and the pleasure. Her mind was in a fog.
Robert reached forward and fisted her hair, pulling her head backwards until the collar on her leash was tight and her scalp stung. "Tell me you want it," he ordered. "You want me to fuck you hard in the ass. Tell me you want it to hurt. Say it."
"Fuck me," she screamed. "Fuck me hard in the ass, please Master. I love the feel of your big fat cock. Ream my ass, Master! It hurts so good," she wailed.
Robert laughed. He grunted with every savage thrust, furiously assaulting her burning anal passage, his fingers rough against her flesh, inflaming her cane welts. Carmen was screaming constantly now, screaming with pleasure, screaming with pain.
Robert suddenly reached around and pinched her clit hard, using his fingernails. "Come for me, slave," he ordered. "Come for your master and squeeze that tight ass of yours. I want you to squeeze my cock. Do it now!'
Carmen did as she was told, climaxing instantly. The sensation of it was brutal and overwhelming and bad as it was, it felt amazing. My world in this basement is surreal, she thought.
"Shit," Robert said driving himself into her in a few more, short, fast strokes. "Yes," he shouted. "Yes, that's right my horny little slave cunt," he yelled as he climaxed with a convulsive shudder.
Carmen felt a little overwhelmed with that charming endearment. 'Horny little slave cunt?' My, my, the cynical yet humorous part of her thought. Could life possibly get any better than this?
When it was over Carmen was returned to her cage and left alone. For some inexplicable reason she started crying and couldn’t stop. She pressed her face toward the mattress, careful to remain utterly silent, hiding her unhappiness from the cameras.
But still her silent hidden tears flowed and flowed and flowed.
10. Pleasure Object
Before the visitors arrived, Carmen was instructed to crawl up on to a padded coffee table, and to remain there resting on her forearms with her ass in the air. Her hands were cuffed, more for effect than anything else. Pain was not part of this activity, so she would have no difficulty remaining still. Robert placed a spreader bar just above her knees, to keep her in position.
Seven men came to Robert's basement poker game.
Carmen remained in her submissive pose, eyes downcast as she heard them coming down the stairs. Robert laughed and bragged, showing Carmen off to his friends – yet she had been instructed not to speak or to look at any of them at any time. They were not to speak to her either – they were told to treat her as an object
Robert's friends thought the idea of a sex slave was fantastic, and they all pinched and stroked and toyed with her.
The purple bruising, and thick welts from her cane marks were much admired.
To Carmen'
s surprise, none of these activities alarmed her. She was apparently going to simply be a pleasure object with three holes for these men. Well, she could think of worse things. In fact she had experienced worse things.
I live to obey, she reminded herself with her constant mantra. I live to serve my master.
Robert nailed anything that moved. Because of this he was paranoid concerning sexual transmitted disease and except for oral, he always used a condom. To keep himself safe he would ensure these men used a condom, too.
Happily Carmen's master had told her that she was allowed to climax. No doubt he had approved this in order to impress these men – not for her gratification. But that was okay. She would take whatever she could get.
Carmen was looking forward to a night of mindless pleasure and escape.
That fact only showed her how far she fallen, to actually look forward to being used by complete strangers. Yet maybe they would be kind, and Carmen needed a little kindness. How could one of these visitors be crueler than her master, anyway?
The obvious answer was that they couldn’t be.
The poker game started in earnest and from time to time when someone folded, they were allowed to come over and use Carmen's body, but they were not allowed to talk to her except for sex orders such as "suck" or "open your mouth." Condoms were in place even for oral.
At first two men came over, chatting together eagerly, laughing like children at Robert's slave surprise. Carmen remained still, eyes averted, but when they began to softly stroke her buttocks and breasts, she had to bite her tongue to prevent her instinctive moan.
Carmen had no desire to draw the attention or displeasure of her master.
Carmen heard the sound of a zipper, and then of a condom wrapper. The smell of latex and male arousal came to her nostrils when one man moved to her head. He began to stroke her hair, reaching under her chin to pull her up to his cock.
"Suck me, pretty girl," he said.
Carmen shut her eyes so that she wouldn’t see him when she lifted her head. Carmen opened her mouth and felt his cock at her lips, his rubber sheathed erection pushing inside.
My Master says I am an object, she thought. I won’t make a sound.
While the first man began to thrust into her mouth, a second man delved in between her nether lips, his thick fingers probing skillfully. Carmen gasped in a sudden stab of pleasure. As he stroked her pussy, moving his fingers in and out, her vaginal walls pulsed and latched on tight, trying to pull him in with a liquid sucking sound.
Astonished, the man swore. "You little slut," he said. "You have such a dripping, greedy little pussy."
"That's for damn sure," the man fucking her mouth said. "She loves it, doesn’t she? And she gives great head. Christ, I should get one of these sex slaves myself. Did Robert get her from Mexico? I wonder if she speaks English? I have room in my basement, too. My wife hates sex now that she has kids."
The second man unzipped himself and again she heard the sound of a condom being torn open. Then, with one driving stroke, he was inside her empty, aching pussy.
Carmen gasped and barely held back a little cry of pleasure.
"Jesus H. Christ!" the man taking her pussy exclaimed. "Such a tight, hot little cunt. You have to try this next time. Damn, I won't last long."
Breathless and aroused, her heart thudded in her chest. The sensation of being used by these men, the feel of one pumping furiously in her sex, and the other thrusting in her mouth was overwhelming. This was the most honest pleasure she had been allowed for ages. These men appreciated her, sex object or not. While they selfishly used her, at least they weren't mean.
There was no need to pretend that this was something that it wasn't. Acting wasn't necessary. This was simple, animal pleasure.
I live to obey, she reminded herself. I live to serve my master. But right now I am allowed to climax.
The two men started thrusting faster and faster in short, rapid strokes, grunting and swearing and growling erotic words of pleasure. They were both on the edge of orgasm, and this fact was incredibly arousing. Carmen enjoyed it. It was in her nature to be turned on by causing sexual pleasure.
Carmen kept her eyes shut but this only increased sensation.
The sincere joy these men were experiencing, the fact that they were not cruel, the unique feel of their thick erections in two of her feminine holes, the potent erotic smell of lust and sex, all combined to send her over the edge.
Carmen came and came hard. The man with his cock in her cunt swore and ejaculated, his thick prick jerking inside her as he climaxed, too. The man taking her mouth shot his load shortly afterwards.
Carmen had no idea what they did with the condoms, but both men gently stroked her back, breasts and buttocks before they returned to the table.
One of the men gave her butt cheek a gentle pat and whispered, "Thank you, pretty slave girl," as he left. He had given her this small courtesy, even though he had been instructed not to speak to her. She was Robert's personal possession and only a pleasure object after all.
This tiny sign of humanity made her eyes burn. Carmen had to work hard not to cry. It was really sad, and she was totally pathetic, but the unknown stranger had made her absurdly happy.
Another man arrived as the first two left. He found the lube and put a finger into the puckered ring of her anus, pulling and stretching before he inserted another finger. Not long after one more man came, and together they commented about her colorful purple and bluish caning stripes, admiring them and wondering if Carmen liked a good beating or not.
The other had a Spanish accent and said that he hoped so, because it was clear to him that as a slave she was going to be getting many beatings regardless. His tone indicated that he disapproved.
"I would much rather fuck her than whip her," he said.
"What a beautiful, tight little ass," the first man said, continuing to prepare her for the entry of his cock. "My wife never lets me use the back door, and I hate wasting good money on prostitutes. I wonder if Robert will let us use his slave again?"
"We can always ask," the other replied. "Here, let me help."
The new arrival spread her butt cheeks wide, and the feel of his thick fingers biting into her bruised buttocks only aroused her more.
The first man inserted his two fingers more deeply, stretching and pulling. When he was satisfied he notched the head of his dick at the entrance to her anal passage. Carmen relaxed, opening herself to him. As he slowly edged his way inside her, she whimpered with the sensation and expelled a deep breath of air.
"Oh yeah, baby," the man grunted, his voice deep with lust. "So tight. This is one hot fuck."
Once inside, his hand snaked around to play with her pussy, stroking through her wetness and rubbing her juices over her clit. Was he thinking of her pleasure? Did he want her to climax? That was kind of him, if so. Her swollen sex throbbed and her clit jerked. Already she was very near.
I am a sick pervert, she thought with her eyes tightly shut. There is something really wrong with me, but God damn this feels good.
The other man had moved toward the front of her. She felt his hand on her chin, raising it, and then she smelled his heavy male musk.
"Open up," he said, running a finger along her lips. "I want to fuck that pretty wet mouth."
Instructed to be an object of pleasure for these men, Carmen instantly opened her mouth and continued to service anyone who wanted her. The poker night continued until Robert came over to her and unfastened her spreader bar.
"Up, Slave," he said.
With practiced graceful ease, Carmen rose up as she had taught herself, while keeping her eyes downcast.
"It's time to service these men while we play poker," he said. He gave her a handful of condoms, a towel and a bag for the used rubber sheaths. Then he fisted her hair tight, pulling her neck back to look at him.
"On your hands and knees now," he snapped. "Crawl under the table. I want you to suck each one of these guys off while
we play."
The men laughed uproariously and made cat calls over the whole idea. Carmen's scalp stung when Robert pulled her hair as he shoved her down to the floor.
"How am I going to concentrate on the game?" and, "Is this how you're going to even up your winnings, Robert?" "It sounds like a subtle plan to cheat," another man said. The man with a Spanish accent said, "Who's complaining? Cheat away! I'm happy to have that pretty little bitch work me over while I play, aren’t you?"
Carmen got down on her hands and knees, and Robert pulled her hair again. "Be quiet under there," he said. "I don’t want to hear you, and you damn well had better not touch yourself. You're only there to service me and my friends. Your mouth goes on the condom only, except for my cock," he reminded her. "Before you start on them service me first. You know I like you to swallow every drop."
"Yes, Master." Eyes down, condoms in one hand, towel and bag in the other, Carmen crawled under the table.
It was dark under there, and no one could see her. As a child Carmen had sometimes hidden in closets or cupboards when her brother was having an angry tantrum. It was kind of a childish 'out of sight out of mind' instinct.
Being under this table gave her a similar feel of freedom and safety.
She crawled over to where Robert was sitting. Putting everything down, she carefully unzipped his trousers, and took his heavy cock out. It was erect already.
Carmen worked him over exactly the way she knew he liked it, and all the while she listened to them play their card game. Robert spoke from time to time, trying to pretend he wasn't affected, but she knew he was. It was a guilty little pleasure to enjoy secretly sucking him off – even though there was nothing secret about it.
When she felt him stiffen and then pump his spray down her throat, she shut her eyes, absorbing the primitive female satisfaction of causing him sexual release. Her own clit was throbbing but she wouldn't touch it. If she was ever caught masturbating Robert would probably beat her to death.
Carmen licked him clean, and then carefully tucked him back inside his trousers and zipped him back up. Taking the condoms, towel and bag with her, she moved to the next man, and carefully pulled his zipper down.