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They were both waiting for me when I pulled into the garage. I had called when I was about 10 minute out, just as Mistress had ordered. Cock was dressed in his usual shorts and T, and Mistress stood behind him.
“Strip,” was the only word Cock said as I stepped from the car and handed him the keys and his cell. He ordered me to all fours and I obeyed quickly, looking down to the ground. He moved aside for Mistress. I noticed Mistress was wearing heeled boots, the black vinyl stretching up past her knees. She ordered me to lift my head and stick out my tongue. The moment I did this, my mouth opened wider in surprise. During the time I was gone, Mistress had been pierced, her pussy now ringed and her lips now pulled by chains to her thigh wraps, almost identical to her slave!
A flash of light indicated her tongue was also pierced!
SWISH! The lash of the leash striped my ass. “Yes, slave, Cock has pierced your Mistress, and her pussy is now wide open for instantly satisfying his needs. Stick your tongue out, slave.”
She swiftly clipped the leash to my tongue ring. Of course, I wanted to beg her not to do this, but that would have been a waste of breath. Cock and Mistress had me as their slave and until I could figure out how to get my cell phone and escape.
I scrambled to keep up with Mistress as she led me to “my room.” With my tongue stretched and the tension strong on the ring, I panted and groaned. The tinkle bell on my clitty ring rang and every moved stretched my pussy lips, still chained to my thighs. What a ridiculous sight I must have made. I felt like a fool and an animal, their bitch.
But my pussy was already leaking, as I was able to watch Mistress’ and her spread pussy. The black boots, her creamy thighs and dripping pussy, it was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen!
I felt Cock right behind me, and knew he was salivating over my swaying ass, also. Truly, he now had two slaves, each boiling over with lust and desire.
As we entered the room, I was able to see that it had totally changed. There was new equipment, all designed to bondage a slave, it seemed to me. Racks and posts and additional hooks from the ceiling.
Mistress led me near the center, removed the leash from my mouth, and ordered me to stand and spread my legs. Quickly I obeyed. She cuffed my hands in front and guiding me slightly to the right, she lifted my hands and hooked them to a ring that hung from the ceiling. Immediately Cock hit a switch and my hands began to rise, until I was completely stretched, my feet still flat on the ground. This felt better than when I was stretched with my hands locked behind my back, because that put great strain on my shoulders. This was just slightly uncomfortable.
She then ordered me to open my mouth again and when I did, she inserted a gag that I can only describe as a bit, like a horse has in its mouth. It had rings and straps and she used these to tighten the bit in my mouth, making it impossible to form any words.
“Spread your legs further,” Mistress ordered, and I obeyed like the trained slave I had become. At some point, the pussy chains would stretch no further.
At this point, Cock moved a pole beneath me. I strained my neck to look down and noticed that it was topped by a plastic cock, almost as big as the alpha black wolf that fucked my ass so many times yesterday. Cock centered the pole and then pressed something and the pole was made to rise higher, and higher, until it just touched my spread, ringed, and gaping pussy.
“You were disobedient, slave,” Mistress began. “You did not address your Mistress properly. You did not just forget, you intentionally were disobedient. Right, slave?”
She was correct, of course. At the restaurant on the phone, I knew she wanted me to say the word Mistress, but I couldn’t say it in front of my cousin. I grunted into the gag and nodded my head, hoping that by agreeing it would lessen my punishment.
“Stand on your tiptoes, slave,” and when I did, Cock raised the cock-topped pole and actually inserted it into my pussy! “Ngo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo,” I screamed into the gag. He seemed to push it as high as possible without actually breaking my hymen. I strained onto the tips of my toes.
“Mistress promised she would not take your virginity, but once you disobeyed, she decided that you were no longer worthy of being a virgin, so you will take your own virginity, slave.”
“Huhhhh,” I uttered
“Yes, in just a few moments, your legs will cramp, you will have no choice but to lower your feet and then you will break your own hymen and this nonsense of being a virgin slave will be over. Of course, we will document this moment for our collection and make big bucks on the internet in time.”
“eee eee eee eee esss sss sse, ngoo ooo ooo oooo,” already my legs were losing their strength. The pole was at the boundary of my virginity, pushing continually on my unbroken hymen. The tension in my legs was awful, they were shaking, my toes yielding to pain, I could hold out no longer. Suddenly, the swish of a whip lashed my ass and I screamed into the gag.
With one final, “Ngoo oooo oooo oooo oooo ooooo,” I impaled myself on the cock, forcing it past the point of no return, stealing my own virginity, wailing in frustration, pain, and anguish. I sobbed uncontrollably, saliva and tears mixing on my pierced breasts. My head slumped. It was over. What I had saved for marriage, for just the right guy, had been ripped from me, and I had taken my own virginity.
Mistress came into my field of vision. She stood before me and took a finger, wiping it along the top of the pole, now deeply inserted into my aching pussy. She held it in front of my face, a mix of blood and pussy juice. She took the finger, wiped the mix over my lips, parted by the bit gag, another smear under my nose, and then put the finger in her own mouth, sucking my blood/cum from it, and smiling every moment.
It was over. There was nothing left for me to save. I was a broken slave, all my resistance at an end.
As my head slumped, I barely heard Cock whisper to Mistress. “Whore, put your hands behind your back.” Through my tears, I saw her obey. He immediately handcuffed Mistress, and I sense things had dramatically changed. Not only was I no longer a virgin, now available as a 3-hole fucktoy, but Mistress seemed to have taken a step closer to her enslavement.
The words from Gorean culture echoed in my head. “All women were born to be slaves.” It seemed to be coming true for both Mistress and me.
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Ever since Slave agreed to visit us in Texas to realize her enslavement fantasy, Mistress felt Cock has been a different person. Cock seemed to be very much into this slavery thing and is quite besides himself. Mistress is a bit scared at this time. For one Cock totally ignored my promises to slave as to the extent we'd do to her, her body and flesh.
For two Cock had broken slave's virginity. Although he can say slave lowered her cunt into the plastic cock and broke her own virginity. But that's just not fair, slave was put in a position where she physically cannot control herself but to lower her cunt into the plastic cock.
Just as mistress was going through all this emotions, Cock ordered me to sit in a chair fitted w/ stirrups - another contraption Cock ordered recently. Cock apparently spoke to Mistress as if I was his slave. We were gf/bf I last checked.
"What…" Mistress tried to ask what was Cock doing, he stopped me "Whore, shut the fuck up and just do as I say." "Do not speak unless spoken to!, Understand?"
Mistress nodded and obeyed. Gorean was right, every women were born to be slaves. Obeying Cock seemed so natural to me. Mistress has to admit I obeyed cuz I was scared plus I actually wanted to be enslaved, too.
As Cock proceeded to strap my legs to the stirrups a big tall black man walked in. Mistress never met him before. At least I don't remember him fucking me before. He's so BIG I'd remember, at least my cunt would've.
The guy has big hands but slim fingers like those of a surgeon. His name is Hawkeye, what a name. Turns out Cock recruited him for his expertise in piercing and tattooing. He brought a big bag that resembles what a doctor would carry. He is a gynecologist specializing in abortion.
"Hawkeye, good to see you, I'm almost done getting Amy ready for you" "We call her Whore" "And that yonder is Slave straddling the poll, she just took her own virginity" Cock spoke as-a-matter-of-factly!!!!! I was shocked. This is not the Cock I knew.
Hawkeye went over to Slave and checked on her bloody cunt. "She'll be fine cuz her cunt is so wet, as long as she's wet the cock inside wouldn't be stuck. Hawkeye then lifted Slave's chin and stared at her. "You have a beauty here IFA" "Wouldn't mind fucking her myself".
Slaves are objects, to be owned, used, traded or whatever fuck these men wanted to do to us. So it seemed.
Mistress was not comfortable having my hands tied behind my back but I guess there's a reason for that. And the reason was that Hawkeye was gonna decorate my tits.
He took out some alcohol treated cotton and rubbed on both my boobs. He then injected anesthetic into both my boobs. Rubbed on my boobs and tits and stared at me "Can you feel it?" I nodded, nodded, he continued rubbing, groping me. Then numbness spread all over my chest, but I can still feel something, but quite numb.
He put on his surgical gloves and from his bag took out a gadget that resembles a staple gun. Probably a piercing gun. I was right. He squeezed on my right nipple and pulled outward - hard, punched a large hole just under my right nipple. Immediately blood came rushing out. He sprayed liquid nitrogen to freeze my circulation and that stopped the bleeding.
Immediately, he removed a 00-gage metal ring from a sterilized container and snapped it on my right tit. The snapping sound told me the ring has a irreversible lock - once locked it does not come off my tit.
He handed Cock some gauze, told him to wipe off any remaining blood. I looked down and I admit, I like what I see. A vey thick sturdy tit ring, nice and shining.
Cock gave me a couple of Advils for the pain that might set in later.
[[ Mistress learned that the smaller the gauge number the larger is the diameter of the rings, so a 00-gage ring is the largest of them all!!!! ]]
With swift motions, Hawkeye decorated my left tit.
