My Master would occasionally have friends over in the evening. These guys were doms and they would bring their submissives or slaves with them. I would have to answer the door wearing nothing but my collar, fishnet stockings and high heels. Being the only person naked I would be embarrassed and humiliated, but I did what my master told me.
When the men were comfortable, the other women were told to strip and help serve snacks and drinks. As I brought trays and drinks around my nipples were grabbed and pulled and my ass was smacked. Being a good sex slave I just said, "thank you sir". At some point my master, to demonstrate what a good slave whore I was, would make me kneel in front of one of the men, unzip his pants and suck his cock. I had to make him cum and swallow every drop while the others were laughing and calling me a pig slut. He offered me to any of the other doms wanting their balls licked and cocks drained.
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Other times my Master would invite male friends, over to drink and play cards. He made me answer the door dressed in a French maids uniform, a collar, fishnet stockings and high heels. It was low cut with a lot of cleavage showing, I have 38G breasts, and the bottom was snapped together barely covering my shaved cunt with a little white lace apron. I did not want to open the door and greet them but as his submissive I had to. After they came in he introduced me as his sex-slave, sex-toy and told them to call me cunt pig. I was humiliated because some of these guys had seen me before in regular clothes in our vanilla world.
Master then told me to show them what a good little sex-slave and whore I was. He had me crawl under the table and go from one guy to the next unzipping their pants taking out their cocks and sucking them off. I licked their balls and shafts before deep throating them. I sucked them all dry swallowing every drop. I love cock and love sucking cock. I am a cum whore.
To let you watch me flirt with a stranger and bring him home and fuck him crazy while you watched us secretly and then when he left you could spank me or call me names and then push me down and fuck me real hard. To do what ever you want sexually I am all yours body and soul forever, I want only to please you and be your sex slave and it pleases me to be your sex slave.
This creatures slave? What kind of demon was she trapped within this cell? One that spoke of slavery and killing like they were common topics on the tip of his tongue. Her head whirled as he continued to explain.
'I warn you that after I have offered this to every female before you... they have all chose death. Some have tried. Tried to bare over time but none have wanted to spend eternity by my side, taking everything I have to give for all life.' As the figure's breath blew softly at a tendril of loose hair near her eye, Emma realised how close the monster had come. An unnerving flood of paralysis flooded her body freezing her in place as he spoke his next words. 'For the last few women I haven't even given them the chance, knowing they would only break my heart by choosing death over life by my side, but with you... I don't know but for some reason I want to give it another try. So this time I give you the choice quickly, live forever as my slave or die tonight and be free from it now?'
Emma's heart beat out of her chest, rocking her ribs as she struggled for breathe. There was so much she didn't know, so much uncertainty in both choice. As this monsters slave what would she be doomed too? What would her life entail? Sharing this dark dungeon with it for all time. Knowing she would never leave. Or should she choose to end it right now before the terror became too much to take, give up her life to be free of whatever imprisonment awaited her. Swallowing every ounce of her defiance and pride Emma inched further into the darkness away from her small security of the door.
What had Val said? Every single girl before her had chosen death, the mere thought of being his slave or toy as Trigger, the name Emma had decided to call the man idly pointing the gun at her head, watched on in joy. She could understand why. Every fibre of her soul wanted out of this hell hole. If she couldn't get out the front door she would have to find another way... but Emma had never in all her struggling life been the type to lay down and just die. She was a strong woman with an ability to endure whatever she had to get her way. And right now Emma wanted to live, to return home to the safety of her small apartment, to see the light of day. No, as much as her heart wanted to give up and choose the easy way, Emma had dragged herself through shit many times before and she was damn sure going to do it again.
"Oh fuck, your cock feels so good in my ass, Sir," my daughter moaned, her pleasure undeniable, my head spinning with both the reality that my daughter had become my enemies seemingly eager sex slave and that I was to blame.
I woke up slowly, luxuriously. I knew where I was and that no one was going to make any demands on me this morning. After all it was my birthday, and my last day of freedom. Tomorrow I would be a sex slave, indentured to the government for one year, not allowed any clothes, and soon to lose whatever virginities I brought with me. But today I was an eighteen-year-old adult, a full-grown woman, and master of my own body.
Natty and Joe were both a year older than Alex and I. They had already been sex slaves for a year and now were out of the nudie corps. They dressed more conservatively than the two of us newly minted eighteen-year-olds, in shorts and t-shirts, but they did not hesitate to greet us like we wanted. In my case, Joe pulled me out of the front seat and grabbed my crotch, sliding two fingers up my cunt and penetrating my ass with his thumb. He lifted me into the back seat and finger-fucked me into orgasm.
Alex revved up the Jeep for the beach. We lived in a small, central Florida town about a half hour from the Atlantic. There was just enough time on the ride for Joe to tell us the story of his first day as a sex slave in the Federal United Corps (FUC), or the nude corps as everyone called it.
Thats the problem with the whole concept: it is like Gambleing, Drugs, or Government... If properly regulated and controlled by following the laws put into place for a reason; it might be a utopian like place where 97.87439% of the population are in paradise and the other 3% more or less have 'alternate choices and ways to live if they don't agree with the majority of the population about the 'utopia' opinions everyone else displays; other-wise it is a cluster fuck with a bunch of half witted indebted pimps,users,and abusers trying to make an extra dollar where ever they can off slaves and will eventually start cutting corners and breaking laws. I don't know; take trying to be a 'Show girl, or Dancer' for instance... It is hard as hell to pass the 'requirements to kick on a "real show" in vegas.'It's one thing to 'have a year of sex-work to fall back on' if your not smart enough or 'need to develope and mature enough to make it in a competative college environment'; but it is a totally nother thing to 'start the draft' (So to speak.)and ship them off for 'mind regression'. Dead fucking serious.
MILF: [Thinking to herself] I can't believe I'm doing this. Soon, I will leave my husband's home for the last time. I can actually feel my old life fading away. I'm no longer a sweet and innocent housewife. From now on, I am a slut, a whore, a sex slave to a man half my age.
"It doesn't matter how Miss Evans, or should I say slave. What matters now is that if you don't do as I say they will be published online and the link posted on every lamp post in the village. Everyone will know what you did."
Gwen sat naked on the floor and examined her shaven pussy. The aroma of sex drifted up into her face. She had never seen semen before and now it was on her face, down her legs and leaking from her anus. It was hardly believable, this morning a virgin spinster and now a sex slave to two young studs. Her fingers reached for her clit as she masturbated the rest of the afternoon away.
"One of the very beautiful ladies seated behind me is going to become a sex slave tonight, or, possibly a complete chattel slave with no more rights than a hen. Each of these women came to Bolry by choice in exchange for receiving a substantial sum of money at the end of the evening - if they go home.
The show came back on with a display of the pictures of 52 women nude in sexy poses. Dimitry announced that they were the slaves created in the first two years of the Lottery. He then walked into another section of the hall where six women were completely nude standing with their legs spread wide and their arms initially tightly behind their backs with their breasts jutting forward. They were all trying to smile but a couple of them did not do a very good job of it. On a sign from Dimitry, they all relaxed and Dimitry started to interview each of the six with the assistance in many cases of an interpreter.
I suppose the same can be said of fictional sex as well. There many stories here and elsewhere covering sexual fantasy topics of rape and slavery, etc., however, real crimes of violence (sexual or otherwise) and slavery are no joke and still abound and likely always will. 2ff7e9595c
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