With my right hand working furiously between my legs and my left hand alternating between my breasts, I was gasping loudly, squirming on the chair, too far gone in the pleasure to care about the copious fluids practically pouring out of me, barely able to keep my eyes open and focused upon the story displayed on the screen. Despite being right-handed, it was my left hand which momentarily left my body to press the Page Down button so i could continue reading the engrossing tale.
Set in the distant future on a faraway planet, the slave in the story was being punished in a most unusual manner. As the senior slave of her Master's harem, she had been charged with teaching all His new acquisitions the many rules and codes He strictly enforced; she was to also be punished if the new slaves made too many mistakes in a given day during their grueling weeklong training period. Thus was the case, and her punishment was to spend one hour in her Master's Ojaban tank, suspended by her wrists several meters off the floor of the tank while the painstakingly-trained forty-tentacle alien pet ravished her incessantly. The story was told from the Master's point of view as each of the other slaves took her turn slowly servicing Him with the senior slave's screams of pleasure and fear filling the large underground chamber.
Yet again, my body exploded in orgasm. i cried out loudly, my fingers dancing madly across my clitoris to extend the glorious pleasure, my eyes now closed yet seeing a plethora of fireworks imprinted on the inside of the eyelids. my imagination continued to play out the senior slave's predicament, practically putting me into her position. i felt as if my own body was bucking and twisting violently from the tentacles' incessant onslaught, my own throat raw from prolonged cries, my tear-stained and sweat-covered body sore from being beaten and used. i could "see" one of the young slaves with her back to me as she slowly serviced the Master, the other seven slaves watching my predicament with a mixture of sheer horror and rapt amazement.
Perhaps not surprisingly, the Master i imagined was my TRUE Master.
A final climax ripped its way through my body, battering each cell of my being with the ferocity of a hurricane battering a sandy coastline, finally leaving me decimated, laying limply on the floor of my Master's den, discarded, disheveled, slowly returning to my senses to appraise the aftermath of the beautiful-yet-furious internal storm. Very slowly, I returned to normal, finally opening my eyes to see my Master's feet before me.
Oh, shit!!! i thought. He's not supposed to be back from His business trip until tomorrow!!!
"This is indeed a bittersweet homecoming, slutty slave," my Master commented a little sarcastically. "As much as I love to see you and listen to you pleasing yourself, you have clearly done so without permission. Thank you indeed for the unexpected show, but you shall definitely be punished... tomorrow."
With that, He turned and walked out of the den, retrieving His suitcase from where He had quietly left it by the doorway. i had thought that i had sweated my body dry, but that was proven wrong as i suddenly exploded into tears, worried about what the morning would bring in the way of a much-deserved punishment.
*****
That night, i slept on the floor as usual, having definitely not earned my way into my Master's bed for the night. A short chain connected my collar to a nearby bedpost. As usual, no pillow cushioned my head, and only a thin ratty sheet covered me. Even during my Master's week-long business trip in Europe, i had continued this "ritual," as i obviously could not earn my way into His bed when He was absent. From the bed, i could hear His regular breathing - slow, soft, almost imperceptible; it was much easier to hear the crickets and owls and other creatures of the night as their various sounds wafted through the open windows.
It often takes me some time to finally sleep, especially when i sleep on the floor. As often happens as i try to fall asleep, my mind wandered, ultimately landing upon the story i had been reading online when my Master had returned home unexpectedly. Once again, i put myself into the senior slave's position, imagined myself being dominated and ravished by the alien creature, both my lower passages being repeatedly filled, with orgasm after orgasm being forced upon me as other tentacles flogged me severely... and there was absolutely nothing that i could do but cry out and cry until my voice fell silent with hoarseness and the tears ceased only because my wanton body had no more tears to shed.
At last, i felt fatigue finally descend upon me. Seemingly seconds later, i surrendered to sleep, and instantly, i began to dream.
In the dream, my Master and i walked hand-in-hand along a familiar public beach, chatting quietly about His just-completed business trip. Carrying my sandals in my free hand, i wore a swimsuit and shorts, the same outfit i was wearing when i had t met Him on this very beach nearly five years ago. i felt the eyes of many upon me - both men and women, both boys and girls, both young and old, both Human and animal - and i felt a special thrill at the attention, that i had the ability to turn heads and to cause so many to look at me a second or third or even a fourth time before i passed by.
Eventually, W/we turned away from the water, taking a walking trail through a small forest of trees and heading toward my Master's car. As soon as W/we were out of earshot of the beach, He led me off the trail to the left, guiding me between the trees toward one particular tree with a trunk much thicker than the others.
With the thick-trunked tree between U/us and the walking trail, my Master backed me against the rough bark. Glancing down at His swim trunks, i saw they were beginning to become tented by His own growing trunk. i licked my lips and smiled. "Do You plan to take me right here, Master, where anyone could hear my screams and come to 'investigate?'"
