The slave named Hopeless was miserable. Not because she was in a dungeon cell with only a mat and bucket, but because her Master had made it a life goal to torment her.
He had promised that she would regret spitting on it. Right now she was regretting that, and most other decisions she was making. Right now she would do anything he told her, and probably anything he suggested.
Master had modified a chastity belt for her with a vibrator and a computer chip. It would drive her to the edge, driving her crazy...and then stop, leaving her unfulfilled. For days now.
Just as the thought about her Master, the belt at her waist turned on forcing a low groan from her which quickly turned to a moan. Maybe this time she told herself as she rose and rose toward the edge.
"Fuck!" Hopeless whispered as the stimulation stopped just short of a screaming climax.
"Perhaps." a voice startled her. Master stood at the door of her cell watching her struggle with the days of denial. He comes forward and snaps the leash onto her collar. Having seen the other slaves perform she rose. "I see you like my new addition. I worked on it just for you."
"Bastard." she muttered, unknowing about his better than human hearing. With a scream she fell down, her hands going to her collar.
"My parents were married, you lusty little cunt." Chase put his foot on her chest as he held the end of her leash. "Lick it, whore." she looked up at him, defiant. Her belt turned on, stimulating her arousal. He moved his feet closer to her mouth. She moaned her pleasure, the belt being on shorter and shorter each time, frustrating her more and more.
After the belt turned off she panted with need, her tongue coming out to touch his shoe. Once done, she pulled her mouth away.
"Oh no, whore." Chase pushed the toe to her mouth. "You refused to lick, now you will suck. Suck it like the whore you are, Hopeless.
Again the belt fired up, taking Hopeless to the edge once more. As it worked, she leaned over, sucking on the toe of Chase's shoe.
"That's the first sensible thing you have done since I brought you here. I do you remember your word, Hopeless?"
"Right, Master."
"Very good, you stupid whore." Master said, removing his shoe and allowing her to go back to kneeling. "You will be pleased to know that I have decided to grant you release today."
"Oh, thank you Master." she gushed, quiet from her prior correction.
Master twisted his hand into her hair. "Apparently I have not spent as much attention to you as I should have. You think your mouth is for speaking." He undid his pants and shoved her toward his cock. "I need to see where you start at. Do anything stupid and you will sit here for another week, another month...until I forget what you did to me."
Hopeless moved to her task, thinking to impress her Master with her skills. He watched her try, finding her almost as bad as Pointless. He let her struggle for a few minutes before shoving her to the ground and leaving her cell.
Hopeless started to call after her Master, but saw him return with something. He grabbed her hair and pulled her toward him. "Open, whore."
Hopeless complied, still trying to please her Master now that she remembered her word. Only as Master started shoving it down her throat did she realize how long it was. It filled her throat, causing her to have to breathe through her nose.
"A little more information." Master reached down and removed the probe from inside the hollow vibrator. He moved to Whore's cell, seeing her kneel before him. "Hello Whore."
Instead of responding, she knelt down. Hopeless watched as her belt kicked on again. It has been relentless, not a moments rest.
"Oh, that's perfect, Whore." Master trailed his fingers over her back walking to her ass. "You are going to help me." Still no sound, but a nod to show Master she was listening. A low moan escaped her as Master slid the probe into her wet cunt. "I know you enjoyed yourself last night. I was praised for my amazing slave, you, Whore." Whore cooed at her Master. "Respond."
Whore moaned, just under the activation of her collar, but to show her pleasure to her Master. She stayed knelt down, her breasts rubbing on the floor. Hopeless's belt shut off, leading her to sob. She had seen this before, and knew it was only going to get worse as the belt continued its torture
"Respond." Master demanded again and his slave complied. His hands came back and removed the probe from her cunt. "Well done, Whore. Looking for two days upstairs?" Whore smiled at his words without looking at him or speaking.
Master cleaned the probe as he walked. Coming to Princess's cell he saw her eyes down as she knelt, but not as low as his slaves. "Princess."
"Master." her voice was low, but over a whisper.
"You were in the club last night." he stated.
Princess squirmed. "Oh yes, Master."
"What did you think?"
"I loved it Master. I will happily go...No, I mean..." Princess spoke, shaking her head.
"Calm, Princess. Your Master knows what you feel. You are allowed to enjoy things. My slaves enjoy their time upstairs. You haven't been there yet."
"Yes, Master. Whatever my Master want me to do."
