flesh. Then one of them rubs a bar of soap between my thighs, and it feels so good. She squats down and parts my ass cheeks, washing me there, and my clit begins to pulse once more. I am insatiable. Selfish, as I said. I should be happy with the working-over Gilby gave me, with the Master being a part of it, putting his hands on me. And I am.
But she is rubbing me with the soap again, ass and pussy, then she presses two well-soaped fingers into my ass and begins to pump and turn them, and I am somehow hanging on to the other sister’s neck, my head on her shoulder, my body shaking all over. And that sister pinches my nipples very hard, making me yelp then rock into her cruel hands. I spread my legs a little wider to steady myself as my hurting ass gets worked again. But my body is frankly loving it, needing it. I lower my head, not even caring which sister it is in front of me—the one who will talk to me or the silent one—and I nuzzle her plump breast, feel the nipple come up hard beneath my cheek. Turning my head, I take her succulent, swollen nipple into my mouth, and swirl my tongue over the distended tip. She moans quietly, which tells me this is probably the one who talks to me. And the other girl—the other Girl —is still silently working my ass like mad with her fingers. And with her other hand she invades my cunt, her fingers sinking in deep. I’m soaked again. I can never get enough. I want to come all over her hands. I want to give her my orgasm.
But no, this one I want all for myself.
I arch against her, grinding down onto her fingers, and she stops so suddenly I am rocked off my feet, and the other Girl catches me. She says, “Rinse her off.”
I bite my lip to keep from crying in outrage.
They use the shower sprayer to rinse the soap, being careful to aim the sharp spray at my tortured asshole, then I’m hustled from the big shower stall and roughly dried before they take me into another room—Gilby’s bedroom, from the look of it. There, the sisters fasten my wrists and ankles into pairs of heavy, unforgiving steel cuffs. One holds my hair, giving it a wicked tug, and the other latches a matching steel collar around my neck. It feels so rigid. I feel as if I belong. The sisters quickly clip my cuffs, shackles and collar to short chains attached to some bolts at the foot of his high, wooden bed. I’m on the hard, bare wood floor, and not even a sheet is given me. But it’s warm enough in the room, and I resign myself to my uncomfortable night. I am maybe too tired and worn to care. And still thrumming with the need to come from what the Girls did to me. From what this place is doing to me.
I lean against the footboard, since the chains don’t have enough give for me to lie down, and in moments my head drops to my chest, and I am lost in the hazy realm of dreams.
I think I expected Gilby to wake me and use me again, to beat me, but suddenly it’s morning and he’s nudging me awake with one slippered foot.
“What? You think you get to sleep all damn day, slut?”
Of course no answer is expected and I keep my mouth shut, blinking hard, trying to focus, to wrap my head around the current situation: slumped on the hard wood floor, naked, bruised inside and out. I flex my toes, stretch one leg experimentally. Everything seems to be working, if sore, but the soreness I take great pleasure in. And in thoughts of the Master, of his scent in my nostrils as Gilby fucked my ass.
Need him .
“Smiling?” Gilby says, and I blanch that he saw it. “Don’t worry, there’ll be little enough to smile about later on. Today’s a school day.”
He lets out a harsh chuckle while I wonder what this could possibly mean. The only thing I’m certain about is that any lessons I learn here will be harsh ones. I am terrified. Enchanted. I can hardly wait.
Soft footsteps on the floor and one of the Girls is back. Gilby gives a nod of his chin and she kneels to take me out of the cuffs and shackles,
But she is rubbing me with the soap again, ass and pussy, then she presses two well-soaped fingers into my ass and begins to pump and turn them, and I am somehow hanging on to the other sister’s neck, my head on her shoulder, my body shaking all over. And that sister pinches my nipples very hard, making me yelp then rock into her cruel hands. I spread my legs a little wider to steady myself as my hurting ass gets worked again. But my body is frankly loving it, needing it. I lower my head, not even caring which sister it is in front of me—the one who will talk to me or the silent one—and I nuzzle her plump breast, feel the nipple come up hard beneath my cheek. Turning my head, I take her succulent, swollen nipple into my mouth, and swirl my tongue over the distended tip. She moans quietly, which tells me this is probably the one who talks to me. And the other girl—the other Girl —is still silently working my ass like mad with her fingers. And with her other hand she invades my cunt, her fingers sinking in deep. I’m soaked again. I can never get enough. I want to come all over her hands. I want to give her my orgasm.
But no, this one I want all for myself.
I arch against her, grinding down onto her fingers, and she stops so suddenly I am rocked off my feet, and the other Girl catches me. She says, “Rinse her off.”
I bite my lip to keep from crying in outrage.
They use the shower sprayer to rinse the soap, being careful to aim the sharp spray at my tortured asshole, then I’m hustled from the big shower stall and roughly dried before they take me into another room—Gilby’s bedroom, from the look of it. There, the sisters fasten my wrists and ankles into pairs of heavy, unforgiving steel cuffs. One holds my hair, giving it a wicked tug, and the other latches a matching steel collar around my neck. It feels so rigid. I feel as if I belong. The sisters quickly clip my cuffs, shackles and collar to short chains attached to some bolts at the foot of his high, wooden bed. I’m on the hard, bare wood floor, and not even a sheet is given me. But it’s warm enough in the room, and I resign myself to my uncomfortable night. I am maybe too tired and worn to care. And still thrumming with the need to come from what the Girls did to me. From what this place is doing to me.
I lean against the footboard, since the chains don’t have enough give for me to lie down, and in moments my head drops to my chest, and I am lost in the hazy realm of dreams.
I think I expected Gilby to wake me and use me again, to beat me, but suddenly it’s morning and he’s nudging me awake with one slippered foot.
“What? You think you get to sleep all damn day, slut?”
Of course no answer is expected and I keep my mouth shut, blinking hard, trying to focus, to wrap my head around the current situation: slumped on the hard wood floor, naked, bruised inside and out. I flex my toes, stretch one leg experimentally. Everything seems to be working, if sore, but the soreness I take great pleasure in. And in thoughts of the Master, of his scent in my nostrils as Gilby fucked my ass.
Need him .
“Smiling?” Gilby says, and I blanch that he saw it. “Don’t worry, there’ll be little enough to smile about later on. Today’s a school day.”
He lets out a harsh chuckle while I wonder what this could possibly mean. The only thing I’m certain about is that any lessons I learn here will be harsh ones. I am terrified. Enchanted. I can hardly wait.
Soft footsteps on the floor and one of the Girls is back. Gilby gives a nod of his chin and she kneels to take me out of the cuffs and shackles,
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