A/N: Thanks to all of you that have sent such kind words and encouragement. I hope you enjoy the last installment of my fantasy. This took a long time to write, and I'll be writing more. Thanks again for your overwhelming positive response.
Nine
She was beautiful when fucking; she naturally performed and was insatiable for cock. The cum shots she endured were stuff of legend.
The next situation was different, though Trinity wasn't privy to it right away. She was only told that she had to 'go blonde'. Frank made sure her hair was a light golden color and both her head and the strip of hair between her legs matched. He wouldn't allow her to go outside. He wanted her as pale as possible for her next sexual endeavor.
Frank set up the action in a large suite in a very fancy hotel in Atlantic City. The video sales gave them a higher lifestyle and a better situation.
The blonde Trinity was holding her uncle's hand as they passed through the hotel lobby and casino. She was stunning. Every man's head turned to admire her petite tight body, her long naked legs, her short black dress and shiny black stiletto heels she could barely walk in. The men in the casino admired everything about her: from her bouncing blonde curls pinned loosely up and had tendrils that cascaded from her head; to her luscious, fuckable lips, painted a deep shade of red; to her tits, spilling over the top of her too small black dress; to the breezy yet extremely short skirt that flew up and away from her bulbous ass, playing peek-a-boo with her already wet and naked cunt and firm ass cheeks. She was never allowed to wear panties with any short skirts anymore. The men that were lucky got close enough to actually smell her clean, flowery scent, with a hint of female musk.
Frank knew he had to flaunt her around the casino again, some other day. He walked slowly, with a possessive hand in hers. She could only take small steps in the stiletto heels and they wound their way to the penthouse elevator. He told her to walk slow and sway her hips. She couldn't help it, with the height of the stilettos.
The submissive sex slave was secretly thrilled to have the attention she was getting from the leering men they passed by. If only the she touch each of their cocks! The thought made the little sex addict's clitoris tingle.
Her Master got in the elevator and forced his submissive slave in the corner as the doors closed. Facing her in the corner of the elevator, he lifted her leg and fingered her cunt until she moaned. 'You've been a good little slave, my sweet,' Frank whispered in her ear.
Her neck tingled and she squirmed on his finger, 'Uhn, thank you, Master.' This was the first time her pussy had been caressed in weeks.
'You are so wet, you little slut,' Frank flicked her clit.
'Yes, Master,' she whimpered. 'I haven't been touched in so long! And the -- ahn -- men in the casino were watching me -- uhn!'
'You like flaunting your ass out there?'
'Oh yes, Master,' her eyes closed. 'All that cock wanting my hot, tight pussy and my fuckable mouth.'
'We'll have to go down there and display your sweet treasures a few more times,' Frank smiled as she squirmed on his finger.
'Uhn -- thank you, Master.'
The elevator door opened into the room and Frank released her before she could really get off on his wandering finger. She was frustrated. She hadn't been able to fuck, touch herself or cum for over five weeks. She even longed for the boys at school or the teachers they forced her to fuck. But they were no longer in her life since graduation.
Hank was already there setting up. The penthouse suite was huge, with twenty-foot ceilings and a window on one whole wall overlooking the city night lights. On one side of the large main room, there was a small stage or platform with an elaborate grid above it with a few cameras set up along with lights and chains and pulleys. The cameras were aimed at a chaise lounge with golden silk sheets on and around it. All the pillows and drapes behind the chaise were in gold hues and textures.
Frank guided her to sit on the chaise and started to explain the situation she was to obey. But he always did it in a way that made her hot for fucking. That was his special talent that she adored.
'You want to cum, don't you?' he said as he removed her dress; leaving her naked on chaise, save for her stilettos.
'Yes, Master,' she said, and then blurted, 'I want to be fucked by cock more than anything!'
'Tonight, some men will be here to fuck you,' he said as he gathered some leather straps. 'They only know that you are a sex slave they have paid for.'
Frank took the sleek leather straps and buckled her ankles together as she sat. 'You will submit, but with a hint of fear.' He took two other straps and locked her wrists together in front of her. These bonds were solid. The bonds were supple yet her wrists were tied tightly. He made her lay on her side on the chaise, bending her legs and resting her head on the pillows (that were laced with an opiate). 'You will submit to all they direct you to do, with only slight resistance.'
'Yes, Master,' was the last thing she said, as he wrapped gold silk around her mouth.
Her eyes were filled with some trepidation, until Frank said, 'You are at their mercy, my sweet slave. They will dominate you and force fuck you.' He put another gold silk wrap around her eyes. Blindfolded, she drifted asleep from the drug-laden pillow.
When she woke up, she was still bound, horny as hell and a little paranoid (from the opiate on the pillow). The lights where shining brightly on her pale, naked, bound body. She was surrounded by gold and her blonde hair complimented the view. She moaned and tried her restraints. With her hands bound in front of her, she could have easily unmasked the blindfold and removed the gag. But she recoiled at the thought. Her Master tied her thusly; she must remain bound as he commands. She heard some rustling throughout the room, but remained still.
'So this is the bound, exposed sex slave we bought,' a deep voice said close to her. She felt a hand caress the back of her thigh and a finger teased up her cunt and butt from behind, making her quiver and moan.
'A very good specimen,' another masculine voice said. 'She has a beautiful, petite, fuckable body, a sweet smelling cunt, smooth ass and enormous tits.'
'We will have to see how this little slave performs to see if we got our money's worth,' a third low voice deduced.
'Sit up, slave,' the first voice commanded.
Trinity slowly got up and sat with her ankles bound with the stilettos on the floor, her wrists bound, resting demurely on her knees. Her back straight and her tits exposed to the three strangers. She was a lovely, submissive sight.
