Three sex slaves - Part 13 - Competitions and Suffering

Hierarchy is everything. When the masters get bored after their meal, it's time for new games. A competition for the best cocksucking whore is just the beginning. While the winner gets a reward, the loser learns how to be better, and the defiant one is broken in a new, refined way—not with pain, but with forced pleasure. The peak, however, is a ritual of absolute humiliation: a pissing contest, where one slave becomes a toilet for the others, cementing her place at the very bottom of the food chain.

Tags - BDSM & Power Dynamics, Slavery / Dehumanization, Sex slave, Golden Shower / Piss Drinking, Rape, Sex Oral, Creampie, Competition, Orgasm Control & Denial, Lesbianism, Bondage

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When Freddie and I finished eating, we leaned back in satisfaction. I took my plate, on which a few pieces of bacon and leftover egg remained, and without a word, I scraped them onto the wooden floor in front of the girls. Freddie did the same. There was now a small, disgusting pile of scraps on the floor.

"Eat," I said.

All three of them tore their gazes from their friend's ass and looked at the food lying on the floor. But they knew they had no choice. And they were hungry. Desperately hungry.

Sarah was the first to move. Like an obedient little dog, she crawled to the pile and began to gather the scraps with her tongue. Right after her, Mia followed close behind. And finally, with enormous effort, Claire too. Her movements were slow and painful, but hunger and fear were stronger.

We watched them as they ate off the floor, like animals sharing scraps. When they had licked the floor clean, they remained kneeling, heads bowed, waiting.

"Good," I said and stood up. "And now, you will kneel nicely next to each other. All three of you. Facing us. Hands behind your heads."

They obeyed. Like three broken dolls, they arranged themselves in a line. Sarah, Mia, and finally Claire, who could barely stay on her knees. They knelt naked, with their hands behind their heads and their breasts exposed, ready for the next command.

I began to slowly walk in front of them, like a general inspecting his troops. I stopped in front of Sarah, stuck my finger in her mouth; she accepted it without resistance, her tongue timidly licking it. I moved to Mia; my fingers found the silver ring in her nipple. I gave it a sharp twist. A pained sigh escaped her lips, but she remained motionless. Finally, I stopped in front of Claire. I didn't touch her. I just looked at the way her tongue, weighed down by the metal, was hanging from her mouth.

"So," I began, and returned to the center, my gaze moving over all three. "Tell me. Did you enjoy licking your friend's cunt?"

"Y-yes, Master," Sarah whispered immediately in a thin voice.

"Yes, Master," Mia also answered right away, without thinking.

Then I looked at Claire, who was staring at the ground.

"And you, whore? Did you like the taste?" I asked Claire and lightly nudged her knee with my foot.

"...Aaah... y-yes... Master..." she rasped.

"Excellent," I said, pacing again. "And what tasted better? Your friend's cunt, or those scraps from the floor?"

There was silence. None of them wanted to answer, each hoping another would start.