She was a slut, and her feelings didn't matter. Jodie knew that about herself.
Did her feelings ever matter? Jodie couldn't remember.
The girl was slumped inside her cell, as usual. She had been practicing her art for two years in the facility but the overseers, as they were known, never gave her a clock. Time had no meaning, and it never occurred to Jodie to care.
Cocks poked in, Jodie pleasured them with her mouth, and men left satisfied. It was as master had instructed all that time ago. Her master was everything to Jodie. She was desperate to serve him, and if he wanted her to stay here and suck cock for him, Jodie would do exactly that.
Since then, this room has become her entire world. It was all Jodie needed to think about.
It was then she heard the familiar signs. A door opened on the other side and a soft member suddenly presented itself through her gloryhole.
Two years of the same routine had dulled her mind. Jodie didn't think any more, she just acted on muscle memory. The girl saw the manhood and without thinking, came up on her knees to greet it. Her nose gladly invited in the musky scent demanding her attention as she took a deep sniff. Jodie grinned. The sexual tension throbbed beneath her chastity belt but frustration had long been her friend. She couldn't touch herself. She ignored her pussy's demands for now.
Teasing as she knew best, Jodie engaged in her starter course. She brought her slender fingers up and commenced in bringing it to life. Soft movements were joined by little pecks from her eager lips. She cupped his delicate sack and sucked them gently into her mouth. Jodie was making love.
The man groaned as he pushed himself further into the hole. Jodie smiled blissfully and beamed to herself. Sex noises had became addictive music to Jodie's ears. It was the only stimulating sounds she heard day and night in her cell, and whether it was herself or the girl next door, it showed they were doing a good job.
She rubbed her chastity belt against her feet, imagining herself fucking the cock currently on her lips, but she knew that was not her purpose. Her feelings didn't matter.
Eventually, Jodie's energetic efforts were rewarded as the cock was brought to full mast. The girl shifted her kneeling position for the main course as she planned her conquest. She sat up and angled her head down over the tip, ready to serve. Jodie felt the sudden warmth irradiate from his hard manhood against her face.
The girl was eager, as she always was. Her fingers peeled back his foreskin, and the cocksucker's lips opened and engulfed the cock head with her waiting mouth. She lightly suckled on him whilst steadily jerking his sweaty meat. Jodie knew it was time to get working. The girl had a cock to please and she never disappointed.
She lapped it up with her tongue before sinking her mouth further down the throbbing shaft, feeling his cock slide deeper along her mouth walls. Jodie had memorised the feeling inside her lips and tied it to submission and acceptance of her place. His member's red hot veins pulsed as she licked and sucked everything she could reach. His head now entered her throat as sex juice built up inside her mouth, but it wasn't a problem for Jodie. She had mastered the technique to ease slightly off the deepthroat, allowing a channel for the man juice to pass into her stomach via short, rapid gulps. Jodie took a breath, and carried on.
A few minutes passed as she set into a familiar rhythm. Sucking cock hard until she sensed he was on the edge, before holding off with softer stroking, licking the shaft and lightly sucking the head. Jodie allowed him to build his stamina, before attacking hard again. Deepthroat, stroke, lick, and suck. It was an easy process for her to memorise. It had been all the cocksucker had needed to memorise.
Suddenly, Jodie knew it was almost time. She heard groans from behind the wall as his cock veins pulsed against the sides of her mouth. Pre-cum joined her saliva as Jodie tasted him on her lips. She rubbed her tongue on his cock, marking her tastebuds with his juices, before sliding herself back down ready to enjoy every cocksucker's favourite dessert.
The girl knew a man when they were on the edge of cumming, and Jodie desperately craved her treat. She renewed her efforts.
His jerks forward became harder and more aggressive as she refused to ease up. Jodie just sealed her lips on the hole as the cock fucked her mouth roughly. Her hands played with her tits as she could do nothing else but suffer the onslaught taking her mouth. Every time she was knocked off, she brought her head forward again to bring maximum pleasure to the cock using her. It seemed to work as the man grunted loudly on the other side as he finally banged the wall with his knuckles.
The cock pulsed as the man released hard. The first jet of white goodness injected itself into Jodie's eager mouth. Her eyes squeezed shut and her body tensed up as she moaned proudly into his shaft. Jodie gulped his first seed down her throat. She pulled off his head and it sprang upwards, staring straight at her face. She kept jerking, and it was quickly followed by a second rope which splashed her eyes and nose. It started running down her face onto her chin. Jodie moaned in satisfaction. She felt marked and used. Her pussy screamed for attention.
The girl bent forward again kissing the upper shaft and sucking the head, working the man through maximum pleasure. More pulses came from him, colouring the walls of Jodie's mouth with cock juice. It was a bigger load than usual. The white substance dripped from her chin onto the floor. She knew it was the cocksucker's job to clean up afterwards, and Jodie didn't mind.
For now she continued licking and light sucking, bringing the exhausted member round to its aftercare. She used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes clear and smudged his seed onto her small tits. Her fingers were now free to help. She lifted up his manhood and using her tongue, she lapped up his cock all around free of sex juices. She came underneath and licked his balls as her sticky face and tits glistened in the light.
Jodie always yearned for cock to leave satisfied. Clean-up became Jodie's favourite part after having cum down her throat. The girl always wanted to thank it for allowing her to please them and cleaning their organs was the least she could do.
After a time, the penis was satisfied and happy. It removed itself from the hole, as Jodie heard a shuffling and a zip, before the door opened and slammed closed again.
Jodie was once again alone. She was still kneeling naked by her gloryhole, covered in cum dripping from her chin, with only the muffled sounds of moaning coming from other rooms to break the renewed silence. She got down on all fours and licked the cum gathering by her feet. The girl knew she was serving her master. She was content. Jodie was happy.
If Jodie had a mirror, she would see a girl completely different from the one that left college all that time ago. She had a thinner body, apart from her perky tits that still stood out, and her knees were rough and hardened from the unforgiving ground.
Jodie's palm cupped her chastity belt as her fingers lazily traced the outsides. She wasn't allowed to touch. Her pussy was not her property. Some girls could get off by working their sensitive tits, but no matter how hard she tried, Jodie wasn't one of them. It only worsened her horny frustrations.
Only when she showered could she reach a climax.
Those were her favourite days. The overseers would open up the cells and escort the girls in file to the shower block. One by one, they unlocked their belts and sent them inside the hot springs. It was bliss. Each and every girl moaned underneath a shower-head, as the cleaning became second to fierce group masturbation.
Musky female aroma stank the shower room as the girls only thought of their master's male appendage and sexual gratification. Jodie would scrub herself clean as ordered, but then would join the girls on the floor as her fingers unashamedly ravaged her own sex, ending in euphoric experiences never thought possible by free womankind.
It had been too long since their last wash. She was always eager for the next.
But she reminded herself it wasn't up to her to decide.
She was just a slut, and her feelings didn't matter. This was always her mantra.
When the girls were good, they were allowed into the inner courtyard of the facility. The hot sun would pierce Jodie's pale skin with sizzling burns as they experienced life outside of their gloryholes. The girls would talk, but only on a limited range of subjects. They only cared about pleasing master, and that was all they spoke of. How many dicks did they estimate they sucked? If their master would be pleased with them? If he will ever come to visit?
It didn't occur to them they might be speaking about different masters, only ever that they called him master.
Jodie saw all types, cultures, and backgrounds. Americans, Europeans, Asians, Africans. Short, tall, big, small, blondes, brunettes, gingers, multicoloured. All were working at the facility. Master didn't seem to discriminate.
The girls never spoke of home, it never occurred to them that it mattered. Jodie was a slut, she knew. Her home didn't matter any more. Only master did.
Jodie closed her eyes thinking of him. She fell back on her mattress after another job well done.
The girl chuckled to herself through her cum-stained lips. Her warped sense of humour knew she was fighting a never-ending battle. No matter how much dick she drained, they always came back full again. The futility amused her.
Maybe Jodie was still human after all...?
