Casper purchased an oral service slave for the convenience: no muss, no fuss, no clean-up. But his slave has become increasingly inconvenient as she insists on trying to touch herself in spite of her chastity piercings, and then she starts begging Casper to unlock the piercings so that she can masturbate. Casper does unlock her - but only to teach the slave her place. 4k words, very dark content rating.
Content Warnings/Tags: sexual slavery; emotional abuse, belittling, and dehumanizing language directed at a sex slave; nonconsensual body modification (genital piercings); pussy-spanking; mild violence in the context of sex (light face-slapping, with both hand and cock); implied non-consensual recording of a sex slave to create pornography
"I just wonder what it is that you think oral only means," Casper said, exasperated.
"Haunngh," the slave kneeling in front of him replied, the ring gag holding her mouth open rendering any attempt at words unintelligible. Her dark eyes were wide and pleading, her hands clutching at her naked thighs as if she was struggling not to reach between her legs--again.
Not that it would do her any good. He really couldn't understand why the girl insisted on touching herself when she was too locked-up to get any satisfaction out of it anyway. She'd been sold to him as fully trained and equipped for oral service, with the full set of appropriate chastity piercings: a shield that fully covered her clit, and a set of six rings through her inner labia that locked shut with a specially-shaped padlock, keeping her hole sealed away.
Maybe some girls would be able to come in such a state--he'd known one slave in a brothel who had been notorious for climaxing so easily that she could finish from simply having her tits sucked--but female slaves routed for oral-only training typically were those who already had some natural difficulty reaching orgasm. It was the only natural solution; most slave owners didn't want to worry about the pleasure of a slave girl if it was going to take any real effort, so it was more convenient and humane to put them in a position where they wouldn't expect pleasure at all.
That was the theory, anyway. Apparently, Casper had the bad luck to be saddled with the only oral-only slave who didn't understand the theory.
"It's the lack of gratitude that bothers me," Casper sighed. "You get free room and board--do you even understand how much food costs? How much I pay for this apartment? You don't have to worry about any of those things! And all you have to do in return is suck me off and keep out of the way otherwise. Your job is incredibly easy." The slave ducked her head, embarrassed, but he wasn't done. "And yet you're constantly underfoot, whining and begging and rubbing that useless little pussy. I don't understand it. They told me you were well-trained and low-maintenance. Why the hell did I spend so much on you if you can't even behave?"
The slave let out a long, pathetic whining noise, her eyes wetting with tears. Her fingers flexed on her thighs and she fidgeted in place, and then--to his annoyance and amazement--she spread her knees and reached down between her legs, using two fingers to spread the lips of her pussy, staring up at him pleadingly. The metal piercings glinted in the kitchen light as her wet sex visibly twitched and pulsed.
"What?" he demanded. "You're just so horny that you can't behave? Is that what you're telling me?" She whined again and nodded. "Ugh. Unbelievable. Stay there."
He grabbed his keys and stalked out of his apartment, leaving her squirming and displaying herself on the floor.
Two doors down was his friend Ron's apartment. Casper knocked sharply on the door, waited a few seconds, and then knocked again.
"Hold on, hold on," came Ron's voice from inside, accompanied by fluttering squealing noises that Casper recognized as Ron's slave. "I'm almost--fuck--"
There was a few telling moments of silence, punctuated only by the gasping yelps of the slave girl; then, finally, a grunting cry from Ron accompanied by a long moan from the slave.
Casper rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe, waiting.
It was another minute or so before Ron finally opened the door.
He was--thank God--fully dressed, though his slave was on display over his shoulder: she was tied up on her knees on the coffee table, her puffy asshole leaking semen and lube. As an anal-and-oral slave, she had similar piercings to Casper's girl, but Ron had unlocked her and stuffed her pussy with some kind of toy, and she was clenching around it, her eyelids fluttering. The ball gag in her mouth muffled her moans.
"Hey, buddy," Ron said. "Sorry about that, I was a little busy. Come in, come in. What's up?"
"I need to borrow a dildo or something. Like that," Casper said, gesturing to the slave's fluttering cunt as he stepped into the apartment and let the door shut behind him. "Mine won't stop acting up."
"You should buy a couple toys of your own! Man, I keep telling you, if you were just nicer to her--gave her a reward every once in a while--she'd settle right down." He crossed the room back to the table and patted the twitching rump of the trussed-up slave. "My girl here, I fill up her pussy pretty often and make sure she comes once a month or so, and she's an absolute sweetheart. Aren't you, love?"
The slave moaned in emphatic agreement.
"Yours does anal service," Casper pointed out, frowning. "Mine's oral only, she's not supposed to be so goddamned horny. I don't even touch her down there. The whole reason I bought her was because she's supposed to be convenient."
Ron tutted and shook his head. "Whatever. You sure you want a dildo? This is the only one I have." He tapped the end of the one buried in his girl, and she grunted.
"That's fine."
"Alright. Let me just finish her off," he said, and grabbed the end of the dildo and began to work it into his slave in quick, short jabs, filling the apartment with the wet sound of the girl's pussy being pounded. She immediately squealed into the gag and arched her back. "That's it, girl. You ready for your reward? Ready to come? Aww, sweetheart, are you gonna come so hard? That's it. You're such a good girl, you can do it. Almost there? Come for me, sweetie."
The girl's hips jerked a few times and her squealing turned to long sobs of pleasure as she squirted out her orgasm, spraying Ron's hand and the edge of the table.
Casper wrinkled his nose and backed up to stay out of the splash zone. The amount of effort Ron expended on the slave girl was a mystery to him; personally, even if Casper were inclined to go so far as to fuck a slave-girl's pussy with a toy just to get her off, he certainly would have stopped as soon as she went over the edge--not kept going to make sure it was a good orgasm, as if she were some girlfriend he was trying to impress.
But Ron kept at it, working the toy inside her and frothing up her wet pussy as she trembled and gasped with pleasure. He only stopped when she finally went limp and slumped forward, her eyes sliding shut. She barely twitched as Ron pulled the toy free of her lax body.
"See?" Ron said, patting her lower back. "Fantastic, isn't she?"
"She's messy," Casper said, eyeing the fluids dripping from the table to the carpet.
