Three sex slaves - Part 8 - The Whore for Sale

The master of the house decides that his horny slave, Mia, needs a special lesson about her true value. He straps her into a metal frame in the back of a van, fits her with a hood for sensory deprivation, and gags and fixes her with a dildo. The destination is a remote biker bar, where her master presents her as a "whore for sale" – a piece of meat for the pleasure of the rough gang, while her master and his friend count the money and watch the show.

Tags - BDSM & Power Dynamics, Slave, Bondage & Sensory Deprivation, Forced prostitution, Anal Sex / Rape, Oral Sex / Rape, Group Sex / Gang, Dehumanization

Words - 6153

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After that intense "exercise," Freddie and I decided we deserved a little break. And definitely not without our new toys.

"What do you say to a bit of football, Freddie?" I suggested while zipping up my pants. "I've got some beers in the fridge."

"Football and beer? Sounds like a plan, buddy," Freddie agreed and started getting dressed too. His gaze still wandered over the three broken bodies.

First, Claire. Freddie and I untied her from the railing. She could barely stand, her body trembling with pain and exhaustion. The new rings caused her constant pain; her tongue, with its ring, stuck out of her mouth, she couldn't pull it back in without starting to wail in agony. I took a delicate chain from the box of new toys and threaded it through both rings, then I pulled Claire to the coffee table in front of the couch and tied her to its leg. Now she wouldn't dare try anything, since even a slight pull on the chain would send her into a world of pure agony.

"See, whore," I said and gave the chain a gentle tug, making Claire whimper in pain. "Now you're even prettier. And much more obedient." I laughed and slapped her colorful ass.

Then I turned to Mia and Sarah, who were still kneeling nearby. "You two," I commanded, pointing to the floor by the couch. "You will take good care of us."

Freddie and I settled onto the large leather couch in front of the TV. I turned on a football match. I ordered Sarah to kneel at my feet, and Mia to kneel at Freddie's. Claire just knelt beside us, tongue and ring lolling out, drool dripping onto the floor, the chain connecting her to the table.

"While we watch the football," I told them, "you two will suck our cocks nicely. And properly. No slacking. Sarah," I looked at her, "since you're so good and obedient, you'll take care of me. And you, Mia," my gaze fell on her, "will take care of Mr. Freddie. Show us what grateful little sluts you are."

And Claire? I assigned her a different role. "You, my ginger slut," I said, gently pulling the chain connecting her nose and tongue, making Claire sob loudly. "You will serve as our footstool and table. You will kneel here, between us. You'll be our little, obedient piece of furniture. And so you don't get bored..." From the box of toys, I pulled out a large, thick black dildo with a suction cup base. With a loud smack, I stuck it to the wooden floor. Then I took a hammer and two wide-headed nails.

Claire watched my actions with growing terror. She didn't know what was coming, but she suspected it would be nothing pleasant.