"Work away, this puppy is neutered, so have at it Bill."
Bill loved when Nate brought these little whores to their meetings, he was always the first to ask to play with them, the others would, eventually, but Bill always got first pick.
With a nod from her master, Sara the puppy crawled across the floor to kneel in front of Bill, her nerves fluttering slightly. Master's friends tended to be pretty nasty. He stood up, unzipped his pants, and taking out his cock he mouthed opening his mouth to the kneeling slave, and she complied, opening wide. He smirked down at her and began to piss in her mouth. Well, he aimed for her open mouth, but pee splashed across her face, she shut her eyes quickly, he pissed in her hair a little, before using the length of it to wipe his dick and put it back in his pants. She opened one eye, checking it was safe before opening both, and knelt their, with a mouthful of piss, and more of it dripping down her face onto her tits. Laughing, he allowed her, "Swallow, cunt". Grateful she swallowed the hot salty liquid.
"Now, sweetheart, on your hands and knees, and sure, why not, bark for me a little."
She turned, and lowered to her hands and knees, her ass facing him, then she barked, as ordered; a clear, deliciously animalistic bark. Laughing again, Bill swatted her across the ass a few times, the cheeks turning pink easily under his skilled hand. While he enjoyed himself at that end, she stole a look at her master, and, dismayed, she watched as flirted with one of the pretty girls, pulling faces at her, laughing at her cute, coy smiles. Reminding herself jealousy wasn't permitted, she tried instead to enjoy the spanking from Bill, which had grown to good hard smacks now, even evoking a grunt from her as her ass began to sting.
He stopped, and appeared to be done. Expecting him to fuck her ass she concentrated on relaxing, hoping to ease the pain a little, until she heard the sound of a glove being snapped. She would have giggled if she wasn't so afraid. Without any lube, not even spit, he pressed two fingers against her ass hole, leaning in close to see her violation upclose, his hot breathe doing nothing to help the sting of her reddened ass cheeks. She closed her eyes as he pushed through, moaning just a little. Almost instantly after the first two, another finger was added. She whimpered a little. Her ass was untrained, and his dry fingers were tearing her open unmercifully. He pumped these three fingers a little, while she bit her lip, terrified of more to come when her master's voice broke through, clear and sharp, but mocking and slightly disinterested.
"Might want to give her permission to scream and cry, Bill, it'll be more fun for you." Sara looked up as he said this, ready to offer a smile of thanks, only to see that other girl, the polished, well groomed slave, sitting in her masters lap, nibbling on his neck and rubbing his crotch. She quickly returned her eyes to the floor, only to see a tear drop fall to the ground. Bill hadn't hurt enough to make her cry yet. No one could hurt her like Nate. Bill had pushed in further now, and suddenly she knew for sure what was going to happen. She'd done a lot of things, but never been fisted before. She started to concentrate on the pain, hoping if it hurt enough she might pass out. She'd never dare to pull a stunt like this with her master, but since he was busy...
Letting out screams of pain, humiliation and somewhere mingled in there a little pleasure, Sara kept her eyes on the floor while Bill fisted her. He had wiggled his entire hand into her ass, literally tearing her open, while she screamed out in anguish, He had held it there, waiting for her to adjust, the feel this strange, painful fullness. Then he began to pump his hand, she could feel his breath quickening, her face clenched up in agony, her screams ripping through the room. He would pull his hand out until just the tips of two fingers would rest inside her ring, then he would wiggle these fingers, stretching her out a little, then all of a sudden his whole hand had thrust into her. she felt like she was being split in two. "oh god, please, no more, please umppfff, it hurts too much please!"
Bill pulled his hand back, just the tip of his middle finger resting inside her, he kissed her flaming red ass, and asked "You're done whore? You want to stop?" She was shaking. Her body was in complete agony. Her heart was aching. Her eyes hurt from crying. But she was his puppy. "No Master, continue, please. Use this whore as much as you want. Please." She almost bit her tongue to prevent herself from finishing her plea. Laughing once again, Bill forced his hand back in, one cruel, shriek raising thrust. And then, after pulling out and ramming his hand back in once again, he came on her back. She was shocked. She hadn't even realized his cock was out. He moaned as the last spurts of cum spat out onto her ass, and he gingerly pulled his hand out of her, collapsed in his chair and pulled the glove off, dropping to the floor. "Go back to your master, sweetie."
She obeyed and crawled back to her master, kneeling beside him, tears rolling freely down her cheeks, Bill's cum drying onto her back and her ass in convulsions of pain. She waited there, feeling the looks of disgust, even hatred from the other slaves. Bill's girl, Kari, stared at her in utter loathing. But Sara knew Kari was just afraid Bill would get a taste for the extreme. Sara knew he wouldn't though. He was willing to stop. A true pain master, like Nate, never cared when she begged him to stop. She could feel the admiring, the desiring eyes of the other masters on her while she waited for her master to receive a blow job from the pretty girl. Once he was done, and she had walked back to her master, Nate looked down, almost suprized to see Sara there. Zipping up his pants, he attached the leash to her collar, the plain, tough leather one, stood up and nodded to the others before walking out, his little slave scurrying behind him. As she left she wondered if she would prefer being like the other girls, loved, spoiled, used only for blow jobs and the odd spanking. Made love to rather than fucked. Could she be satisfied with a bit of bondage? The odd slap for giving backtalk?
No, she thought to herself with a little sigh, a girl like her could only ever be a whore to a man like Him.
