Fantasies 30

All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.

My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English

Fantasies

I feel his hands run all over my naked body as he attaches the restraints of my wrists and ankles to the rings nailed to the wall.

There is nothing erotic about the way he is touching me, he squeezes my breasts until his fingers are marked on my white skin and he whips my ass, turning it a red color. His fingers dig into my skin, allowing anyone who looks at me to see where he touched me.

He's treating me as he would a slave girl for sale, exhibited in front of dozens of people, but as far as I know we're alone in this room, aren't we?

Once firmly restrained, he starts hitting me in the ass again, repeatedly, he's not playing anymore, he's really whipping me, treating me like I've seen Masters do on TV with their slave girls.

When he stops spanking me, I breathe a sigh of relief, and I'm about to ask him to stop, then he starts kissing my neck and playing with my breasts, running his hands down my body, now slowly and sensually.

I still want him to stop and let go, but I'm unable to do so and I start moaning with pleasure, a pleasure that grows as he takes his fingers to my pussy and starts fucking me with them.

This is proving too much for me, when a few days ago all the girls joked in front of a group of friends that we wanted to know how a slave girl felt while she was being prepared for the auction, I didn't think this was going to happen. Even when he came to pick me up after class and brought me to this old slave girls market, I didn't think he would get this far.

I had already fucked him before, I had already enjoyed his caresses, his hands exploring my body, his cock gently entering my pussy, but something told me that this time everything was going to be different.

"Clean my fingers slut;" he tells me bringing them to my mouth, forcing me to taste the juices of my own pussy.

While I clean his fingers, I notice how with his free hand he opens my thighs, and I feel how his cock rubs against my pussy, he is finally going to fuck me, he is finally going to devastate me as I have seen happen to dozens of slave girls before me, he is going to use me as a simple object for pleasure, and I'm sure that despite all that I won't be able to avoid cumming.

I let out a small scream stifled by his fingers as I feel how his cock penetrates me, but not in my wet and anxious pussy, but in my narrow and virgin ass.

"I like to fuck the ass of slave girls before selling them;" he tells me without taking his fingers out of my mouth. "Cumming in their ass while I look at their faces, seeing how something breaks inside them, knowing that with that act they go from being free women to simple objects to use at the whim of men."

His cock keeps going inch by inch into my ass, and my mouth once free of his fingers, responds with intense moans of pleasure.

He pumps harder and harder, I feel his body hit mine, and I know that his whole cock is lodged in my ass. He stops for a few seconds, kissing my neck, kneading my tits, marking my body, to resume penetration again with strong, dry blows that propel my body against the wall.

When after minutes fucking my ass, he comes out of my ass and with a single blow he inserts him into my pussy, I explode in orgasm, the first one that awaits me if he continues to fuck my pussy. Although it doesn't take me long to realize that this is not his intention, as he gets out of my pussy and fucks my ass again, this time with slower and smoother movements.

He fucks me for at least another half hour, until he finally unties me, although that action doesn't mean it's all over. Holding my hand, he takes me to an old wooden table and bends me over it, holding my hands to metal rings again.

He gets behind me again to continue fucking me, this time alternating between my ass and my pussy, leading me to new orgasms, not allowing me to differentiate if they are for the pleasure I feel in my pussy or for the pleasure I feel in my ass.

If I know that he cums in my ass, I feel how my interior fills with cum, and how it begins to flow down my thighs when he takes out his cock, a cock that he takes to my mouth to clean it like slave girls do with their masters.

"You're a good slave girl, it's all over;" he tells me when he finally leaves.

I breathe a sigh of relief, waiting for him to untie me, wishing that his hands will run through my body again as he does so, knowing that from now on everything will be different between us.

I feel a chill when I notice something touching the base of my back, it is not his hands, it is a metallic and cold object, which suddenly heats up against my skin, causing me intense pain and a scream of terror escapes from my mouth.

I don't know what happened but I suspect it, he finally unties me and helps me up, guiding me to a different door than the one we entered. When I open it, I see how dozens of people turn to me to look at me with obvious desire and lust.

In the middle of a wooden stage are all my friend girls, naked, with traces of semen between their thighs and with the slave girl mark engraved in fire at the base of their backs, the same mark that I have been carrying for a few seconds.