Three sex slaves - Part 11 - All Holes Belong to the Master

Obedience isn't forced; it is seared into the body with pain and pleasure. When the slaves cross the line, their master delivers a painful reminder of their place. Mia will watch from her cage, tortured by her own desire, while Sarah learns that her body holds no secrets and that even her last untouched hole belongs only to him.

Tags - BDSM & Power Dynamics, Slavery / Dehumanization, Sex slave, Rape, Sex Oral / Anal / Vaginal, Cunnilingus, Forced Orgasm, Punishment, Lesbianism, Creampie

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I was sitting on the couch, finishing my second beer. The television was on, but I wasn't paying attention to it. I was busy with messages on my phone, but I was constantly watching her out of the corner of my eye. Claire.

She was hanging there, destroyed, but not completely broken. Occasionally she would twitch, when one of the piercings or clamps caused too much pain, or when the ache in her shoulders turned into an unbearable cramp. A quiet, broken whimper sometimes escaped her lips, a mixture of pain and desperation. It seemed to me that in her silent suffering, I could hear pleas. That she was begging me for mercy.

Not yet, bitch. You haven't suffered enough. Her punishment was far from over. But her endurance... that intrigued me. I decided to test her. To see if there was any fire left in her, or just smoldering embers.

I lifted my phone to my ear and pretended to take a call. I put on my most normal, friendliest tone.

"Jim? Hey, man! How are you?" I spoke deliberately loudly, to make sure she could hear me. "Yeah, pretty good. No, no, I'm home. Just relaxing after work. Nothing special."

I saw her body stiffen immediately. Her ragged breathing stopped for a moment. She lifted her head as much as she could, and her eyes, those two swollen slits, fixed on me with a new, desperate intensity.

I continued the conversation, talking about some work-related nonsense, laughing into the phone. I was giving her time. Giving her an opportunity. With every second, I was tightening that string of hope. She could scream. It seemed to me she was about to. Go on. Earn yourself an even more thorough punishment.

But the tension in her body suddenly eased. She did nothing. Either she figured out it was a trap, or she just didn't have the courage anymore. Based on what I knew about her, I was guessing the first option. She was a clever whore. But inside, I was a little disappointed. A part of me hoped she would scream. That she would give me a reason to take her punishment to a new level. But no matter. Her time will come.

"Sure, Jim, great. Talk to you later," I said into the phone and ended the call with a loud goodbye. The screen went dark.

I finished my beer and set the bottle down on the table with a clink. I scrolled through a few more messages on my phone; fatigue was starting to hit me. I hadn't slept all night and I wasn't twenty anymore. So I crashed out on the couch and took a little over an hour's nap. I woke up fresh, my gaze immediately falling on the hanging Claire, but my thoughts were already elsewhere. They were upstairs. In the bedroom.