Indian Girls Life in Slavery

WARNING: This story contains themes like rape, noncon, masochism, sadism,bondage, and BDSM, so if you are not into these things, please don't continue.

Disclaimer: all the characters are above the age of 18. please respect women and read this story as only a fantasy.

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The story:

Milky Jugs' POV

Uh, Master just left me. It feels so empty. What am I supposed to do now? Mmm... My face is covered in my Master's yummy jizz, but I can't have it without his permission. Or... maybe I can? I earned this, didn't I? He came on me, so shouldn't I be allowed to have it? But what if he wanted me to leave it on my face all day?

Ahh. What should I do? This is such an unusual situation for me. Master always gives me instructions before leaving, but today... nothing. Should I go back to my cage? Should I wait at the door for him? Maybe I should do some chores--oh, wait, I already finished them this morning. Ugh, this is so confusing.

Then, I hear it.

"Ahh," comes a depraved moan. "Yes, yes, ahhh..."

I turn my head to see Puppy, her face flushed red, sinking to the floor with a blissful smile.

"Hey, did you just have an orgasm without Master's permission?" I snap, my voice sharp with anger.

Puppy jolts upright, fear flashing across her adorable face. "What? B-But wasn't Master giving me one just now?"

"He never gave you permission to cum."

Her expression shifts--like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Milky, please, please don't tell Master," she begs, pressing her hands together.

I rise to my feet, my jugs jiggling with the movement, and grab her collar, pulling her close until she's standing.

"Listen, cunt," I hiss, my tone cold. "I'm your senior slave. I outrank you. You don't get to tell me what to do."

"Milky, please, I didn't mean it that way--"

PHAT!

My slap lands on her cheek, making her stumble.

"Why the fuck are you talking back to me, cunt?"

Tears well up in her eyes, and she starts to cry.

For a moment, guilt twists in my stomach. I don't actually want to be so ruthless to her, but I can't let her think things are going vanilla from now on. Master had given me the responsibility to train her. She needs to understand--she's a slave now, meant to be tormented for life. It took me months to accept that truth, all thanks to Master's mind games.

"I... I want to go back to my maa and akka(elder sister in Telugu)" she sobs.

A pang of familiarity hits me. I remember the day Master enslaved me. I was terrified too. My family sold me after deciding I was useless to them. But at least she had parents who cared about her.

I sigh, then pull her into a tight hug. "Hey, it's alright. You'll get used to it. Don't worry, your family must be doing fine."

To my surprise, she stops weeping. Maybe she just needed some sisterly affection.

"Oh, they're so big," Puppy murmurs, her face buried between my breasts.

I blink. What a whore. It took Master months to turn me into a depraved cunt, but this little degenerate can't even control herself.

She nuzzles against my chest, her cheeks pink. Then, she lifts her gaze to meet mine, eyes sparkling with something unreadable.

I don't resist. I can't. I don't want to further torment this cute little thing.

With a sudden movement, she jumps on me, knocking me backward onto the floor.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I yell.

She doesn't answer. Instead, she bites my lower lip.

It's been too long since I had a proper, passionate kiss. I could resist, but... my body had something else to say. My arms wrap around her, pulling her closer as she lies on top of me. Our lips move together, her tongue slipping into my mouth, inviting mine to dance with hers.

Her small, eager hands knead my breasts with reverence. I moan softly into her mouth.

Then we pause, our lips parting. My eyes widen--her face is covered in Master's jizz.

"Hey..." she says hesitantly. "I'm sorry."

I exhale. "I should be the one saying sorry." My mind races, searching for the right words. "Please forgive me for dragging you today."

She shakes her head. "It's okay. You were just following Master's orders, right?"

"Yeah... but I could have made you walk instead. And honestly? I was jealous. Master hasn't spent time with me since you arrived."

She sighs. "Believe me, he likes you more than me. He just does this to fuck with your mind."

I smirk. "I know that... but still, a girl has to eat, right?"

She giggles, and then our tongues go back to work, even more intensely than before. Our hands roam freely over each other, teasing and exploring. Her fingers slip between my thighs, clumsy but eager. Not bad for a noob. But I know my touch is working its magic on her. She starts moaning, loud and shameless.

I slip my fingers inside her, stroking with deliberate intensity. She gasps, her moans growing desperate.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" she cries, her body trembling. She peaks, letting out a loud, shuddering orgasmic moan.

After catching her breath, she gazes up at me, eyes glistening.

"Thank you, Milky," she whispers.

Aww, she looks so cute when she orgasms. Her big, teary eyes filled with pure bliss. She leans in for another kiss--

But then

"What a lovely little show my nymphs have put on."

My heart stops. That voice.

I shove Puppy aside and immediately bow down, pressing my forehead to the ground.

"Goddess, please forgive me for not greeting you at the doorstep!"