Céline

Céline

I behave like the slut I've been taught to be since I got here a month ago, hoping that way I won't get punished and maybe I can get out of here without too much damage.

I take the dildo into my mouth with complete ease, not even stopping to think that until I got here I had never sucked a cock, now after training and having sucked dozens of cocks I am able to swallow a dildo of this size.

I rub him against my body, and squeeze him against my tits, feeling frustrated to see how they don't even cover half of his girth, my tits are small, according to my trainers too small for a pleasure slave girl. Luckily they are very sensitive, something they say potential buyers will like very much, they will be able to cause me a lot of pain or a lot of pleasure when they play with them.

I don't look at your face while I play with the dildo, I know it's impossible for you to recognize me with the way I look now, but I don't want to give you even the slightest chance that you will. I knew this moment would come, I knew you liked to personally test all the new slave girls before the auction, but I didn't expect you to be my first client.

Not that you are going to deflower me or anything like that, that was already done by half a dozen guards the day of my arrival, and since then another half dozen or more have fucked me every day, but they have done it by pushing me against a wall or throwing me to the floor, fucking me from behind as if I were an animal, without looking me in the face and without letting me know if who fucked me was young or old, handsome or ugly, the few times I have been fucked in another way who has done it wearing a hood leaving me with the same questions.

You on the other hand are handsome, very handsome, you remind me of the angels I have seen in the Renaissance pictures painted by the Italian masters. Although you only look like an angel, you are a demon, the worst being on earth, responsible, though not directly, for my being here.

"Lie down on the bed and fuck yourself with the dildo;" you order me without moving a single muscle of your body or face, as if you were really the unfeeling man everyone says you are.

Even though I didn't expect to see you here, when I saw you come in my pussy got all wet thinking about how you were going to fuck me, waiting for a quick fuck to make way for a new client, after all that's what I'm here for, just another whore in the brothel of the slave market available for anyone with two silver coins to use me to make money before being sold in a few weeks. Something tells me though that whatever you do to me is not going to be quick, and that you are going to take your time.

I undress and lie down on the bed, starting to masturbate myself with my fingers, preparing my pussy for the dildo.

"I told you to fuck yourself with the dildo;" you yell at me coming up to the edge of the bed, looking at me angrily.

I obey you immediately, and opening my legs I introduce the tip of the dildo in my pussy, it feels huge and it is humiliating, although the moans that escape from my mouth seem to say otherwise. I push in centimeter by centimeter until I find myself unable to push any further, then I begin to thrust in and out realizing that with each movement it goes a little deeper.

I am surrendered to the pleasure and I know it won't be long before I reach orgasm, knowing that every orgasm I have changes my mind a little more, turning me into the whore, the slave girl that everyone in this place wants me to be, making me wonder if once I get out of here I can go back to my life as if nothing has happened.

When I recover from the climax of my orgasm you are in front of me, your cock already hard in front of my face, waiting for me to take it in my mouth.

I do it without hesitation, letting out a sigh as I feel your hard meat against my lips, after a month sucking latex cocks of different sizes or attending in the dark glory hole I felt anxious to see a real cock and see the man's reactions while applying everything I learned this time.

I look at your swollen bud and your marked veins, I lick you slowly trying not to leave a single piece unattended, repeating the operation with soft kisses. I'm in no hurry, I know if you want me to go faster you'll let me know. I wrap the base of your cock between my lips and move my head forward playing with my tongue.

When I reach your bud I open my mouth as wide as I can and insert it inside, achieving a small victory as I feel your body shudder with pleasure. I move my head back and forth taking your cock deeper and deeper, on one of the occasions that I practically pull it completely out of my mouth I look up to see your face, your calm and imperturbable face has disappeared, now it is twitching, your eyes are closed and your jaw clenched to prevent the moans of pleasure from escaping your mouth.

Suddenly you grip my head tightly and move your hips forward, ready to fuck my mouth trying to regain control. Suddenly just as you started you stop suddenly and pull your cock out of my mouth, grabbing me by the waist to push me face down on the bed, unknowingly granting me a small victory since if you stopped it was because you were about to cum.

You give me several hard spanks before lifting my legs leaving me with my ass up, I feel your hands gripping my waist and I prepare myself for what is to come, although nothing that has happened these days has prepared me to feel your cock rushing into my ass.

All the anal plugs I've been wearing all this time, right up until minutes before entering the room, have been of no use. Even though the size of some of them seemed huge and with my well lubricated ass it took me more than fifteen minutes to put them in, none of them prepared me for your cock, which tries to make its way in regardless of the resistance my body puts up.

I notice how the first tears flow from my eyes, almost at the same time that an electric shock runs through my body, which once it has become accustomed to the pain of penetration seems to want to transform it into pleasure, causing me to feel my nipples become hard again and my pussy to get completely wet.

You have stopped holding on to my waist with your hands, in the position I am in with my head resting on the bed and my ass up I have no escape, it is enough for you with the weight of your body and the thrust of your hips to continue to introduce your cock. One of your hands reaches for my nipples, pinching and stretching them while the other takes hold of my clit doing the same.

My body goes crazy at the mixture of sensations and I burst into orgasm, an orgasm that drags on for what seems like hours and only ends when you stop your thrusting as your body is glued to mine.

"Cum again!" you command me withdrawing, pulling your cock out almost completely to push it back in all at once, and from there start moving back and forth, as if you were a jackhammer drilling into stone.

My body and my mind obey your order, the new orgasm clouds my senses, breaking the shield I had raised to avoid becoming a slave girl, as it has happened to the rest of the girls trained with me, with the sole purpose of pleasing men and enjoying the pleasure they can give me.

Only a small light remains lit in my head, reminding me why I am here and why I have endured all these humiliations. A small light that will go out with the next orgasm that is forming inside me.

Luckily, even though the scream of frustration escaping my mouth seems to say otherwise, you pull out of my ass and position yourself in front of my face, ready to cum all over my face.

Behaving like the whore I now am I lift my head and open my mouth ready to receive your cum, feeling happy to see you smile.

I receive the first load in my mouth, but the next ones fall on my face covering one of my eyes and part of my face. When you withdraw I find my reflection in the bedroom mirror, feeling broken and humiliated, my face is covered in cum, the makeup I put on before I came in completely smeared, my nipples are still hard and my tits are scarred from your caresses.

My pussy is shiny and reddened, with my clit so swollen it will take hours to return to its state, I'm sure if I could turn around to see the state of my ass I would let out a scream seeing it probably wide open. My appearance reflected in the mirror is not the worst, once the effects of the pleasure wear off, I start to feel the effects of anal penetration, my ass seems to burn and muscles I didn't even know existed start to ache, making me wonder how in this state I will be able to continue receiving clients for the rest of the night when you leave the room.

Without moving from the bed I watch how you dress, when you have arrived I have not noticed you, but now seeing how you wear that uniform and remembering how much I hate what it represents, that little light that was left on in my head becomes brighter, making its way in the darkness to remind me why I am here.

Just when I think you're about to leave you surprise me by approaching me, pulling my hair away from my neck to close a metal collar to which you attach a leash.

I don't react when you pull the leash for me to follow you, I knew you always chose a slave girl for your personal use until the day of the auction, but I never thought that among all the slave girls there were, most of them prettier and with better bodies than me you would choose me. The idea was that being less attractive and desirable than the rest of the slave girls, I would get less attention and have an easier time moving around the complex and thus have the opportunity to get to you, an opportunity that you give me yourself.

My whole body trembles as we walk the corridors of the complex, I know where we are going and I know that what happens there is definitive, I can forget all the training of this month, I can even use you for my own benefit and pleasure, I can get rid of the mental conditioning to which I have been subjected and that I have managed to resist, but even if I manage to accomplish the mission and kill you, the mark that they are going to put on me now makes me a slave girl.

Because I can finish you and end your reign of terror that already lasts more than a thousand years, but to end the society you have created in these centuries in which most women are slave girls of men used for pleasure and breeding will take years, maybe decades, but I know that my sisters will succeed, we have all given ourselves to that goal and I know they will not stop for anything.

We arrived at the forge that only you use, the same one in which legends say that you marked your first slave girl, the sorceress who fell in love with you, and believing that with you she would start a new world for women granted you the gift of eternal life.

The sorceress was right, but not in the way she thought. If the legends are true, soon we will be united by more than just our names, she was your first slave girl and I will be the last, thus closing the circle.

You hand the leash to two men who greet you with a bow and quickly tie me to a wooden cross, restraining my body with straps, preventing me from moving any part.

I watch in terror as they prepare the branding irons, and am surprised to see the ones they are selecting, I know all the marks but none of them are the usual ones for slave girls.

"I mark all the slave girls I choose for myself with the Flower of Dinah, and I don't keep them until the auction, I incorporate them into my harem permanently;" you comment to me. "After all the sisters you have sacrificed to spy on me you should be better informed;" you add causing me to panic and if I don't start screaming it is because one of the men has placed a gag in my mouth.

"By what name shall we mark her, my Lord;" asks one of the two men with a letter panel in front of him, waiting for the answer.

At that moment I forget what I have heard before, I knew this moment would come, but I thought it would be minutes before the auction and that they would mark me as they do all the slave girls, with the word slave, whore, slut or bitch, followed by some numbers, I never thought they would mark me with any of the humiliating names I have seen on a few occasions.

"Mark her with her own name;" you tell the man. "It's a name that brings back fond memories;" you add smiling.

I look at you and see how you smile, satisfied with your victory. Someone has betrayed us and I am going to pay the consequences.

"What is the slave girl's name?" the man asks again, nervously waiting for you to say the name. The same nervousness I have, praying that this is a mistake, because that way even though I am already doomed we have a slim hope, otherwise all is lost, you are simply playing with us, and the game will last as long as it is fun for you.

"Céline;" you exclaim.

A scream escapes my mouth, audible even through the gag, a scream of despair that is not even muffled when I feel the first of the irons on my skin.

I wait for the second mark, but it never comes. I notice how someone removes my gag and how fingers begin to play with my pussy.

"Kill me, because I swear that if you don't I will kill you myself as soon as I get the first chance;" I scream at you.

"I don't doubt that the old Celine would do it without hesitation;" you tell me starting to masturbate me. "But the new Céline will only live to give me pleasure and please me in everything I ask of her. A thousand years later I will again have the perfect slave girl in body and mind."

"I don't understand what you mean;" I tell you with my voice again cracking with pleasure.

"Now you will understand;" you answer me by increasing the movement of your fingers in my pussy.

I explode in orgasm and just when the pleasure is at its peak I feel the hot iron against my skin. Just as it happened a while ago while you were fucking my ass the mixture of sensations clouds my brain again, the little light that was still left fades little by little until it disappears.

When I react I find myself on my knees on the floor in front of you, we are alone and I have your cock in front of my face again. You don't need to tell me anything, as the obedient and compliant slave girl I am now you don't have to, I act without thinking, automatically, a mindless slave girl as I have been taught to be during these weeks of training, letting myself be guided only by the pleasure I know awaits me afterwards.

I have only one rational thought left, and it's dedicated to keeping the little spark burning in the corner of my head, waiting for the moment to shine brightly again.

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