Samantha arched her back letting out a loud moan as her second orgasm, in the past few moments, rocked her bod. Her master had given her permission to cum on his cock. This was the second time master had taken her pussy in just a few moments. Her latex catsuit squeaking as her owner drags his hands down her breast.
As she leans back during her orgasm, the powerful arms of her master's best friend wrap around her resting under her breast. Samantha's breathing was fast paced and her body going limp. She can feel both their hot loads filling her holes, filling them to the rim. As her own orgasm subside, her owner lets her slide of his cock, the other member in her ass slides out as she hits the floor. Struggling to catch her breast, she fills a tug on her latex covered nipples. Her master smiled down at her.
"Good job my pet, zip up and report to your room. You may clean yourself up for the night. We are done with you." Her master called down to her.
"Yes Master, it is a pleasure to serve you." She states as she climbs to her knees kneeling before them. She reached between her legs and closed her latex catsuit over her holes, sealing the juices in. She bows to her owner as she crawls out of the room and out of sight of her owner. She is able to stand in her heels and walks to her room. She lowers her head with a light sob as she opens the door.
The young 20-year-old enters her room. The small room, a modest 10x10 room. No windows, just gray walls. On one of the walls hung a full mirror. She had a modest dresser and closet. Her bed, queen size, was pushed to the wall opposite the door. The master never came into this room, unless he was bringing a new latex outfit. Master loved his pet in latex, Samantha felt naked if she didn't have some type of it on.
She stood in front of the mirror studying her body. The red latex catsuit clung tightly to her body. Samantha stood just under 6 feet tall. Her dyed auburn hair was down to her chest. The red latex in casing her 36 C chest. She had some slight curves but nothing too much. She thought she was about an 8 on the scale. As she stood there, she removed her catsuit and tossed it to the dirty laundry. Lucky master had a second girl just for chores around, all Samantha had to do was be the pet.
Samantha had access to the bathroom from her room. The bathroom was shared by her and the maid. She started the water climbing in. She cleaned herself up quickly. The seed of two men dripping out of her. As she washes herself, she thinks about the past two years. She sinks into the water allowing herself to rest for a moment. Tonight, master was done with her, in the morning would be different.
Two years ago, a young Samantha, then blonde headed, had just met her new boyfriend just after high school. Ryan was nice, but he had kink for BDSM. Samantha wasn't the perfect little girl she played, but she had never been on the BDSM side of the world. Over the next year Ryan taught her and showed her what it was like. He introduced her to the aspect of being owned. Little did she know he was preparing her to be sold.
A year after he had been with her, she was sold at an underground slave auction. Her first one auction. Ryan made a decent price for her, as a training facility bought her. She spent the next 8 months of her life being trained to be the perfect pet. She was taught to be a latex puppy or just a toy. After those months she was sent to her second auction where her new master bought her. She let the water run over her body as she wonders about the possible problem that she had. She had to find out if her fears were true.
As she exited the tub, she grabbed a fluffy towel and dried off. Stepping back into her bedroom, she wrapped her hair up in a towel and sat before her dresser. She placed her head in her hands, if her worries were true, she would have to escape. Master was leaving tonight so she would have a chance. She pulled the stick out that she had prepared this morning to look at the results.
Positive. She was with a child.
