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In other words, don't fucking steal. I will get you and take my revenge with any means necessary. You have been warned.

Further warnings: this story is very explicit. Please beware of violence, sexual scenes, and forced activities. Also chapters start off short, but get longer as the story unfolds.

I hope you enjoy the nice tale that awaits you.

S x

The boss couldn't keep still, he paced the room continuously, his hand messing in his hair.

"Crystal! How the fuck has this happened? To one of our girls no less! The Bastard needs to pay for this."

Crystal stroked her fingers through her midnight hair before looking up at the boss. Shrugging her shoulder, she answered him. "Well fuck if I know. Cal bought it me. Said he'd got a hold of it the old fashioned way."

She begins to examine her nails, now bored of the scene the film had made.

The boss was angry as soon as the video started. Movies should never be made with his girls. And on the rare occasions they are made, they're made in house. By the time the video had finished, he was furious.

His girl Cherry, had been beaten black and blue on tape. What started of as a Home Movie, ended as a sick violent porn. Almost a snuff tape.

The girl could barely move by the end of it. The man only stopping pounding his fist against the poor girls flesh because he had tired himself out.

It was time for the old fashioned way of things.

It was time for payback.

It was dark when the woman left the house. Her sleeping husband having no idea she had left. Where she's going,  or what she was about to do.

She had made a deal. With a man she only knows as X. The man had emailed her 4 days and 9 hours previously,  telling her what he expected of her. Before he tells her husband the truth. She accepted the deal of meeting with him at 1am on a casual,  cold Wednesday morning for them to both agree on something.

When she was 21 years old, Sophia gained a reputation of Queen of the cocks in her sorority. She had entered a silly, sexual competition to see who could take on the most cocks in 1 hour or under.  She came away with the title Queen, scoring a whopping 87. She'd had quite a bit of practice with her mouth at local college parties.

The problem now, is her husband believed her when she said she'd only been with two other people before meeting him. And the man known as X has some kind of proof she lied.

She knocks on the door of a dingy basement building.  Number 7a.

When the man answers the door, he tells her to follow him. Eventually getting to dark, dimly lit room occupied by 3 men. The door is slammed behind her, and she hears the lock click in place from the other side.

The man from the leather sofa stands.

"Welcome Sophia."

Sophia had settled on the only actual seat in the room. The leather sofa. The leather sofa that was already occupied by X.

"So, looks like we have to come up with something we're both satisfied with Sophia."  The deep husky drawl had come from right beside her. The hot breath against her ear sending involuntary shivers down her spine.

"Not really."  the voice this time coming from the shadows to her right. "She's just got to do what we tell her. That is if she wants to keep her fella happy. I'm in need of a new toy."

She could taste the sadistic smile in the way he spoke.  A whisper of fear running through her veins. She knew it was stupid of her to even turn up, but she did it anyway.

The guy left with the nickname Y hadn't uttered a word yet. He moved from behind the sofa so that he was in front of them, but at the end of the room. His arms full with the equipment he proceeded to set up. 1 of which being a camera on a tripod.

Xs hand was suddenly on her thigh, slowly working it's way up her leg. She went to pull away, but then remembered her place. She needs to do this to save her marriage. The hand now at her damp entrance,  begins to gently rub circles through the fabric of her leggings.  And then his mouth was on her neck. Suckling the space between her ear and collarbone. "We're going to make a movie." he murmured into her ear.

Sophia mentally went through the 3 characters she'd just met. Knowing she needs to know as much as possible if she's to get through this. Her breath hitching in her throat.  Enjoying the sensation of someone other than her husband touching her much more than she'd like to believe.

X. The one turning her on with a flick of his wrist, and a stroke of his tongue. He wants a lot from her. But he wants her to want it. Enjoy it. The horny one.

Z. He seems to already be enjoying the fact that he can get her to do whatever he wants. Whether she wants to or not. He may even want her to cry. To her hurt her. The sadistic one.

She was surprisingly more worried about the last one to mention.  

Y....

He walked around setting things up. Listening.  Watching. Yet to speak or act out. He was still hiding.

Sophia was nervous. The soft skin on her arms had bumped up in goosebumps. Fear riding her body like a well trained jockey.

Y had set up his camera and then retreated into the shadows to the bar. The sound of ice being dropped into a glass, sharp in the room.

"Stand up!" the voice ripped through the silence making her jump. But she followed the instruction given by Z.

He stood. Entering the light and revealing himself.  He was gorgeous.  Short cropped hair, dark eyes, light stubble and a body men would kill for.

He continued into the middle of the room and took his place behind the tripod.  A shiver ran through Sophia's small body. She knew he was about to play director.

He looked at her with a sinister smirk before relaying his next order. "Face the camera."

She did so slowly.  Her body moving at a pace seen in movies. When the victim has heard a suspicious noise behind them.

"Take off your clothes."

She gulped loudly in the otherwise quiet room. She wasn't ready. But the need to keep her husband was strong. She reached her trembling hands to the button of her collar and attempted to undo the plastic circle.

Her hands shook too much. She wasn't left long when X came to her rescue. "Aww babe. Let me help you."

From behind he moves her chocolate silken hair to find her smooth neck, and his lips find her pleasure spot. He releases the first four buttons of her shirt and slides his hand to finger the Lace of her bra.

Soon enough, she whimpers. His mouth and fingers turning her fear to lust. They all know she'll be more compliant now. But that's not what they all want.

"Johnny!"  Sophia's head shoots up in shock to find the deep authoritative voice. It's Y. Stepping from the bar, whisky in hand. "Stop pissing about with her. Let Malik have his fun. You'll get yours."

Johnny, also known as X stuck his bottom lip out in an immature gesture then retreated back to the sofa.

The nerves returned quickly for her. It wasn't so bad with Johnny. He helped ease her. Forget where she was. What she was doing. She knew without a doubt, Malik would make her suffer. In any shape or form.

There was a change in air as soon as he retrieved control. It was charged. Static. "Strip."

Once again she obeyed. Looking into the camera lense like a lamb to the slaughter.

After shedding her shirt, she undid the button of her trousers and let them fall to the floor in heap of shame.

"Stop." Malik called out. She released a breath of gratitude.  He's going to let her get dressed again.

She had no idea how wrong she was.

"Give us a twirl. Let us see what kind of slut we're working with."

She turns in a small circle, showing her three viewers what kind of body she has. She knows she has a decent body. Hourglass figure, 34 C cup breasts. A decent round bottom. But she still wore the humiliation like a glove.

"Dance for us while you remove your underwear."

Her cheeks blazed, turning red with embarrassment. "But-"

"Don't fucking speak unless I tell you to!" He roared. Her fear spiked, and her inner submission took a step closer to the surface.

She rocks her hips to an imaginary beat while taking her arms behind her back. Before she can unclasp her bra he speaks again. "I don't like this song. Next one!"

She stands still. Eyes wide. She doesn't understand what he means,  they haven't put any music on. "Dance!"

She continues at a slower pace than before.  He laughs at her confusion and her eyes tear up. She's naked now and she stands looking at the camera feeling humiliated and abused.

"Get on your knees whore." She delicately bends her legs and kneels. Her hands placed on her lap modestly. Malik follows her to her position and grabbing her knees spreads her legs, pulls her hands behind her back, and pushes two fingers into her mouth.

"Suck." Sophia sucks the man's fingers eagerly, thinking that maybe if she pleases him, he won't be so harsh with her.

Little did she know Malik already had a plan.  A line.  And he wasn't going to steer from it if he could help it.

Pulling his fingers from her mouth he smothered the saliva over her face.

"Repeat after me. I am a slut."

"I am a slut."

"I am willingly here to please these men. Whatever it may be."

She repeats each and every word, staring into the camera. She knows she's signing her fate.

Malik gets a tight grip on her hair and pulling to her feet he tells her to fuck her pussy with two of her fingers, while telling the camera how she has no morals. What a Filthy fucking whore she is.

She again faces the camera and slowly pushes two fingers into her opening.  Slowly fucking herself for all to see. She sees Johnny is stroking his cock. Malik stands behind the camera.  A manic grin plastered on his face. Y has disappeared and she worries. Where has he gone?

"I said tell your audience what you are. Don't make me force you. And that's not fucking yourself.  You fuck your husband like that? Faster! Harder! Now!"

She complies. Not wanting to make anything harder for herself. She pumps her fingers in and out of her pink shining pussy. Wounded to find she's getting wet. Excitement mixes with her fear, and she's disgusted at the reaction.  

She tries not to show it, but Malik is a pro. He sees it quickly. He can use her shame.

"That's fucking disgusting.  You're enjoying this! You really are a cheap slut. Tell the fucking camera."

"I'm a Filthy whore. I'm willingly here. To please these men. However they want."

She looks above the camera to Malik. What to do next?

"More!" is ordered from him.

Her orgasm is close, and she dreads it. "I love being their slut. Their toy. Whatever they want.  I have no morals. I'm just a cheap slut."

Her orgasm comes then. Her cream covering her fingers. Her legs shaking,  she struggles to stand. She pauses and looks at her instructor.

"What the fuck are you stopping for? Carry on. I don't give a shit that you've come like a cock hungry, come slut.  This is for us. Not you."

With her pussy sensitive from her orgasm she pushes two fingers back inside and thrusts them in and out.

"Faster!"

She kicks the speed up a notch, her eyes watering from holding back a fresh orgasm.

"Harder!"

She pounds herself.  Struggling to keep herself up, on the brink of extreme pleasure.

"Don't come!"

She panics. Her heart racing.  How on earth will she hold back?

"Faster!"

She can't breathe properly. Her moans are loud when Y enters the room with a naked male. He looks scared, nervous. He looks young, around 15 or 16.

He's brought into the room. And instructed to lie on the floor. He does so quickly, before Y pops a blue pill into the young man's mouth. He makes sure he swallows, then ties his ankles spread apart from hooks protruding from the ground.

Sophia watches through blurred vision, holding back her release as the boys wrists are restrained high above his head on the ground stretching his body. His cock growing huge. Hard. Veins pushing against the skin. Then his gag is placed in his mouth. The leather secured around his head.

"Harder!" Malik shouts. "Don't you dare fucking come, slut!"

She fucks herself harder than ever before.  Her tears fall, from the strength being used to hold back. Her body writhing in pleasure.

"Your next task is ready whore. You're going to fuck the boy!"

The two men prepare her. Johnny and Malik. Johnny pulses his fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. He takes his time, enjoying her moans.

Malik attaches clamps to her nipples. The pain not as high as she expected, the rubber only pinching her nipples, not digging into her flesh.

He clicks a small button on them and they vibrate. She's becoming eager now. Her overpowering lust creating an animal inside her. Johnnys slow strokes of her pussy are interrupted by the pinching of her clit.

She looks down to see Malik's hand has joined Johnny's gentle one. He pinches her clit and rolls it making it nice and swollen before snapping on a clamp.

It stings the sensitive nerve. But along with her pussy being thrust into. She enjoys the feeling in a obscene, humiliating way.

"Time for your ride whore." Malik tells her. She's dragged to the boy with a grip on her arm. When in position, her hole hovering over the boys ready beast, she's gagged. A hard black ball placed in her mouth, and the straps secured round her head. They deeply dig into her cheeks. She won't be able to push it out.

Her hands are then yanked behind her back and her arms are tied from wrist to elbow.

This forces her tits to be thrust out, her back to be arched. Finally Johnny grabs a hold of the boys big hard cock, and positions it at her hole.

Then from behind she's shoved down onto him. The full length of the boys massive cock fills her and she cries out through the gag.

"Fuck him. Hard and fast. Ride that cock like the hungry cunt you are. Now!"

She begins to move. Slowly rising up and then pulling down. Her pussy squeezing around his cock as she moves. After getting her bearings and adjusting to his huge size, she picks up speed. Riding his dick hard enough to force her tits bounce against her ribs.

She's enjoying it. And she hates that she's getting pleasure from something so horrid. She gets rougher, bouncing and grinding on the teen beneath her. Her orgasm about to burst from her she looks up to Malik. Her eyes asking permission.

"Come. You Filthy fucking Slag."

She explodes hugely. Her whole body shaking, she falls against the boy's chest in an exhausted heap.

"Keep going whore. The poor boy hasn't come yet! You will keep fucking and keep coming until he does."

She can barely pull her body off him. With some effort. She sits straight and continues to ride him. She's slower now, her orgasm making her extra sensitive.

"Faster! Or I'll have you fucked in the arse at the same time!"

She speeds up and begins to pound the boy with her tight pussy. An orgasm to chase forces her faster, and harder. The muffled moans exiting her gag are animalistic, inhuman.

She explodes again. And before she has chance to slow or pause, Malik gets behind her, grabs her waist and forces her to fuck the boy beneath her. He speeds her up and her orgasm quickly rolls into another. And another.

He counts 5 orgasms and then wrapping a hand round to her front, clicks the hidden button on the clamp pinching her clit. The vibrations are strong and she doesn't stand a chance.

Her orgasms are constant. She doesn't get a break in between. Malik continues to force her movements. Pulling on her hips and then slamming them back down. Over and over again.

The boy finally comes. Exploding inside of her. His cries of release loud through his gag.

Sophia gets lifted from him. Happy for a needed break on her beaten pussy.

They take her further into the room. Her hands are released from behind her back, and instead pulled above her head. A chain dangling from the ceiling is pulled down to her and then the cuffs attached.

They lower the chain and allow her to sit. Malik stands before her. "We're going to give you a small break. If it were up to me, you wouldn't of even had one."

Before he walks away, he leans down and reaches his hand out. With a flick or his wrist. He switches the clamp at her clit back on. It's on full strength. She'll come a few more times before they return to her. Her nipple clamps still sending vibrations through her tits.

She comes repeatedly, and when they return she can barely see.

Through her blurred vision, she makes out a number of silhouettes. Not only 3.

"It's playtime sweetheart." Y calls out to her.

She can't tell the people apart, she doesn't know how many are there. She can see them as if looking through stained glass. In front of them all is the red light flashing. The camera.

"You noticed sweetheart. Wondered how long it would take you to realise we're live."

Y steps forward. And walks right to her. He rips the clamp from her, a scream flows from her aching mouth.

"Let's give them a show to remember!" 

"Pay attention." Y, clicks his fingers in front of Sophia's face. Trying hard to get her to focus. "Listen to me. There's going to be some surprises here. I need you to promise me you won't scream. OK?"

Fear trickles through her veins. This is bad enough for her. What else could there be? Why is he whispering. But she knows to play the part. Looking into his chiselled face, she connects with his sparkling blue eyes beneath his glasses. She nods her head in agreement.

Malik walks up. His feet slamming against the concrete ground. "What the fuck you talking to her about?"

"Malik! Fuck off! I will beat the shit out of you in front of everybody. Don't try me."

It was strange really. Malik seemed rough, hard edges. If she were to guess who was in charge here, she'd of said Malik. Y, seemed quiet, quaint. He wore a button up cardigan over his t-shirt, and thick rimmed glasses. He seemed like the nerd. The brains behind everything.

They were alone again. Malik took heed of the warning.

"Good girl." Y whispered. "Johnnys going to have a bit of time with you now, it'll be less harsh on your body. Remember what I said about the surprises."

Then he stood up and walked away. She held a lot of worry about Y. He obviously wasn't what he seemed.

Johnny was the next to turn up beside her. He held a glass of water out for her, and she snatched it out of his hand and tugged it down gratefully.

"So, hot stuff. How do you want to this. Ya want the chains off? I can't wait to hear your moans. I wanna make you come so bad."

He didn't wait for her reply, but unconnected the loose chains around her wrists. He removed the clamps from her nipples and settled between her legs.

Sophia wasn't a stupid women. She knew there was no point in stating what she wanted. She was safest with Johnny. She knew that. She'd try and keep him happy.

His mouth was around her sore swollen nipple. He was gentle. Licking and sucking the nub, he moaned. She actually enjoyed it. It was nice. Felt good.

He pushed a single finger into her juices and keeping and a slow steady pace, slid the digit in and out of her wet hole.

She moaned, and slid a hand into his sandy hair pushing him to her tit. His head shot up to look her in the eyes. "Actually Sophia. You're not allowed to do that."

Her whimper of disappointment sounded in his ears. "Aww babe." A big cheeky grin suddenly lit up his face. "Ok, you can do it. Let's break the rules." Then he bent his head back to her nipple.

His fingers working her pussy and his mouth on her nipple, she began moaning more and more. She's enjoying it again.

She'll happily play the slut now she's at this stage. Johnny, left her nipple and licked his way up her neck to her ear. "Wanna suck my cock?" He heavily whispered.

She quickly nodded her head. Of course she did.

Johnny shot up quickly. He was eager for a blow job, from the Queen of the cocks.

She got to her knees as he sprung his hard cock from his jeans. This was her best bit. If she had to pick a sexual speciality it would be this. Sucking cock.

She slowly wrapped her plump lips around the tip of his dick, and circled him with her tongue.

"Aaaahhhh." His moan came quick. "Play with your pussy Sophia."

She spreads her knees on the hard ground and using all four fingers she rubs her soaking slit, collecting the juices on her fingers.

She moved her hand away from her pussy, the juices making her fingers shine. Then proceeded to wipe the wet sticky liquid onto the length of Johnny's cock. He moans loudly as she does it.

She takes her hand back down and starts to slowly fuck herself and slides the length of his cock into her throat. She holds him there and swallows her own juices from his hard dick. "Aaah. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck."

She still had it. He pushes her head away from him, releasing his cock from her throat. The need to come far too great to allow her to continue.

"Turn around, I'm gonna fuck you so good." She turns. Her back to him, she leans on her forearms, pushing her arse towards the roof.

He doesn't take long. There's no hesitation. He slowly pushes his dick into her hole, slowly inch by inch. She moans. She wants it faster. Pushing back against him she forces the full length into her. He moans.

"Get up on your knees." She does it slowly, pressing her back against his chest. He wraps her arms around his neck, and she clasps her hands there.

Then he begins. He fucks her at an average pace, and her moans and whimpers reach him quickly. This is what he wants.

He uses his mouth at her neck, he licks and kisses her there, and then adds to the sensations with one finger at her clit. He rubs in slow round circles. She can feel the need to squirt, but it's a slow build. She loves the chase of an orgasm.

Sophia rocks against him. Trying to force him faster, her moans loud and ready for release. He doesn't speed up, and she's happy when she feels another set of hands roughly grasp her tits.

She opens her eyes to see Malik there. He's grabbing her round tits with a roughness that should be painful, but she's at that place. That place where she wants it. A bit of pain only adds to her excitement.

He looks mad. He grabs her nipples and squeezing them, he twists. She feels the sharp pain, but with Johnny slowly fucking her and teasing her clit, it's not enough to hurt. And she makes a sound between a squeal and a moan.

Malik stands and quickly pulls out his cock before stuffing the length into her open moaning mouth. "I hope you fucking choke bitch."

She happily takes his full cock. He fucks her face like it's his last chance to come. She doesn't choke. She doesn't gag. She moans. Her orgasm so close. He holds his cock in place waiting for her to struggle, but she doesn't.

Her mouth tightens around him as she squirts. Her juices spraying up his calves.

He pulls his cock away from the warmth of her mouth and then slaps her face hard.

She cries out at the impact. The sudden commotion in the room, forces her to open her tearing eyes.

Johnny comes right before she sees Y crash his fist into Malik's face. He lies on the floor in a crumpled heap.

"She needs a break. Someone get Malik chained for the next task."

Y storms towards her and sets her to her feet with a rough grasp on her arm.

She's dragged through the hall towards a small room as Malik is stood and forced into the chains. His roars of unwillingness loud.

They're alone in the small room and Y marches her to a door. He shoves a white fabric bag over her head, and she squeals in surprise. "I fucking warned you to stay quiet!"

He lifts her over his shoulder and she feels the cold air on her naked body as she hears the loud slamming of the door.

When she's thrown into the car, she struggles to right herself to the sound of tyres squealing.

"Don't take the fucking bag off! I'll take it off soon for you!"

After fifteen minutes of a drive the bag is ripped from her head. She quickly glances at Y, and then outside to see where they are. She doesn't recognise the location.

She looks across at the man that had taken her. The man, only known as Y.

"Why-"

"Shut up." he tells her. His voice warning her not to argue.

He takes his glasses off, opens the window and lets them drop to the passing Road.

He then strips himself of the cardigan and chucks it to her. "Put that on."

She complies. Her body cold. She looks him over. She was right to be wary. As he watches her in silence, she comes to the realisation that he doesn't even look like the same man.

He no longer looks the nice quiet, nerd. He looks powerful. His body showing strong defined abs his cardigan had concealed.

She wonders, should she be scared? Worried?

Or should she be grateful? He saved her from Malik at least.

He continues to ignore her presence for most of the journey, occasionally Barking out questions.

Little did Sophia know, he was gaining information on her this way. Profiling her. Watching when she flinches and when she calms. What makes her angry or sad.

She hadn't realised that the few answers she had given had allowed him to read her like a well paged book.

She sat calmly watching the world pass in a series of bare trees, and old houses through the window.

She hadn't been in this area and although she was worried she mostly settled with the cold numbness that coated her body and ran through her veins.

Was she in shock. She knew she should be panicking. Maybe trying to run, but instead she snuggled into the warm cardigan and turned to look at the man in the car.

The man observing her every movement.

His cold eyes taste her goosebumps as he finally catches her eyes. She doesn't pull away. She can't. His eyes pull her in, but his voice sets her free.

"Suppose I should give you some facts now."

She doesn't speak but nods her head, afraid incase this is some twisted joke.

"We're all kind of scouting. Have done it this way for a long time. Malik will use you to his advantage whoever you are. Johnny is OK. He's a good lad but he's easily persuaded. Like jelly that boy is. If i hadn't of bought you with me, you'd of been fucked and abused in ways you've never dreamt of.

Then told to go home. With me, I suppose you don't know what you'll be getting but I won't use everything you have then throw you away."

She again, only nods, and she watches as his jaw clicks. His anger is rising and she does nothing. She doesn't care.

"What do you want out of life? What are your fantasies Sophia? You must have some."

With a quiet voice and a tilt of her head, she finally speaks.

"I don't know anymore."

"Well that's something you will learn then. Under my supervision of course."

Her fears and worries seem to snap back to her as the car pulls up outside of a beautifully groomed Manor.

Y leans forward in his seat and grabs her wrists before snapping cuffs onto her. The bag is pushed over her head again and it takes everything she has to not scream and fight.

"Now you will call me Sir at all times. Do you understand Sophia?"

She nods her head in the confines of the cotton bag.

With no verbal communication from her, Y begins to let his temper show.

Slapping his hand against her bare thigh, he twists his wrist and pinches hard on the soft flesh there until she responds with a squeak and tries to shuffle across the seats.

"Answer me Sophia. I don't have time,nor the patience for your stupid games."

"Yes sir. I understand that I shall call you sir at all times. Sir."

He rolls his eyes at her blatant cheek before opening the door and pulling her toward the building.

She briefly wonders why he's bothered to bag her, when she has already seen the huge building.

But alas, the sound of pumping music and loud voices distract her thoughts. Y continues to move her along with one hand at her back and one gripping her elbow tightly.

She feels others as they lightly brush past her. In some instances even feeling their breath upon her skin.

Then she's shoved down into what she assumes to be a chair, the bag whipped from her head and her cuffs attached to rail before her.

"Stay here. I'll be back soon." Y snaps.

It was fairly crowded for saying it's early morning. The thought reminds Sophia of her husband. He'll know she's not at home now. She wonders if he will call the police.

Her thoughts are suddenly swept aside as she catches sight of the show before her.

The main attraction was the two very hot dom and sub couple on the stage. The dom was truly a sex God. His dark hair and olive complexion, combined with the wide shoulders and sixpack, was begging to be licked, touched, felt in any way.

He had on a pair of black chaps and a leather thong that didn't

cover the large anaconda that was still flaccid yet was bulging against the fabric.

Damn to be able to have that please you would be heaven.

The sub was even hotter then the dom if that were even possible. His fiery red hair and bright green eyes were amazing. They stood out against the darkness of everything else here. His shoulders were much wider than the doms and his body was even tighter. His muscles showing he must work out, or be forced into enough exercise to gain such big beasts.

He was much taller than the Dom. And it proved an unusual sight. She'd of expected the dom to be bigger in all ways. But it also proved to be hot.

She knew it was awfully likely that the redheaded sub would be able to easily overpower the Sexy dom. But he wouldn't. It wasn't his master's wish.

Watching them warm up was making Sophia tingle.

The dom had the ginger sub on his knees with his hands tied behind his back and a leather collar around his neck. At first glance it only looked like he was wearing a collar but his back was to her. So when he turned around and faced the dom she finally noticed he had chains attached to his nipple rings as well.

The only clothing he had on was a small thong that seemed to ride down his arse as his cock got harder.

The dom had pulled his collar chain and his nipples became taunt from being yanked. He enjoys the slight pain.

Sophia was beginning to worry herself. She was enjoying the show far too much. She didn't want to get off on his pain.

But it was too fascinating. She couldn't stop watching, the dom pulled the sub up by the chain around his throat and led him to what she knew to be called the St. Andrews cross.

The sub leant his body against the huge wooden cross and awaited his next torment.

Sophia automatically thought about torture when she looked at the cross. It was originally a medieval torture device as it is.

But as she saw the show unfolding before her, she knew it would work both ways. Torture and pleasure. She briefly wonders which the dom will choose.

The dom had two other people strapping in his ginger sub while he was getting some toys together on a black wooden table to the side. She noticed several things that she was already familiar with such as the dildos, a few vibrators, butt plugs and a cock ring, and a paddle that looked like the one her sorority sisters used when she was there.

It was about two inches thick and had four holes at the end. It looked really intimidating.

When everything was completely put together the dom picked up the cock ring and slowly rolled it onto the semi-flaccid cock of the sub. Which made the sub's cock twitch and slowly get harder.

Then the dom went back to the table and picked up a butt plug and squirted some lube onto it before walking back toward the sub slowly.

The olive skinned god waved the butt plug in front of the subs face for him to look at before putting it on his chest and dragging it around his side

and to his puckering arse hole. That's when Sophia heard his voice for the first time, "Are your ready for me to take your arse now?"

The dom's dick at that point was so hard and could see the veins pushing at the taut skin, "Yes Sir, Please!"

The show was beginning to excite Sophia and she wriggled in her seat, hoping the friction of the movement would help.

She didn't notice the other people around her. So she had no idea she was being watched.

The dominant man slowly pushed the plug into the sub's arse as the sub's cock hardened further. The juices of his pre-cum could be seen by any of the viewers.

The dom begun to get angry at him and told the sub he wasn't allowed to cum yet but it seemed the sub had no control over his leakage of hot cum steadily dripping from his cock.

He went back to the table and chose the two inch paddle. He slowly walked behind his sub and said,

"What happens when you do not listen to your master you little cunt?" The sexy ginger seemed like he was

about to cry at this point but answered nonetheless.

"Please Master I need to be punished for not being able to stop cumming on your floor. Please spank me."

The dom walked behind his sub and grabbed the plug, gave it a push a couple times before pulling it out completely.

After placing it on the table he walked back to the sub.

"I want you to count for me every time I hit you. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand." The sub almost sobbed.

The dom reared back his arm, the muscles in his back and arms flexing as the paddle was coming down

to the sub's naked arse.

With a resounding loud smacking sound, the paddle hit naked skin.

Sophia cringed knowing how

hard that hit was. She had been spanked with similar strengths in her sorority for her bad behaviour. Sometimes not sitting for days after.

The hit only served to get the sub more excited. He was enjoying his punishment.

The dom was obviously unhappy with this and brought the paddle down again even harder.

"I told you not to cum, stop being a little cunt and listen to me or it will be even worst the next time."

"I'm sorry Master, I can't stop my dick from coming when you

are doing such a wonderful job spanking me. Thank you master."

And before he could get another word out the dom once more pulled the paddle back and hit him even harder than before.

"Did I not tell you to count? You are the most useless sub I have ever had. You don't know how to control your dick and your can't count for me. Maybe I should do something different, Hmmm?"

At at this point the sub did indeed have a tear running down his cheek. Whether due to his punishment or because he was displeasing his master so terribly, Sophia did not know.

"Please Master give me another chance? Please! I am begging you."

The dom took a second to look at his sub and went back to the table where he picked up a flesh coloured dildo. He also took off his leather thong and his dick was standing to attention ready to wage a war with its full 11 inches.

Sophia stared at the length. Surely that must hurt. She thought to herself. His width was at least as thick as her wrist. And although she panicked that he'd do the poor sub harm, she watched on. Eager to see what would happen.

The dom stalked back from the table with his hands covered in lube and then started rubbing the oily liquid onto his huge dick.

"Regardless of if you're willing to do as I say, you've proved that you're only a little pussy by dripping your fucking cum all over my floor without my permission.

So if you think your going to get away with it that easy you are sadly mistaken.

Before I'm done with you I'm going to rip your arse apart and you're going to beg me for release, do you understand little boy?"

The sub knowing he was given another chance to please his master was getting excited. Eager to do things right.

"Yes, Yes sir. Please use me for

your pleasure master!" Before he even had a chance to say anything else the dom shoved the dildo into his mouth, pushing it as far as he could to the back of the sub's throat making the sub gag on it. He did this several more times before walking behind the sub, still tied to the huge X shaped torture device, and pulled the sub's arse out so he had to stand on tiptoes to stop his hands from being yanked by the restraints

Without warning the dom slammed his huge cock into the sub's arse, balls deep.

The sub's cock was now weeping cum all over the wooden floor as his master pounded his hard dick deep inside him over and over again.

Every so often the dildo would be slammed to the back of his throat.

The sub didn't have time to make a noise between being fucked hard in the arse and having to deepthroat the large dildo.

It looked like the sub was about to pass out when the dom finally yanked the dildo out of his mouth.

"I am going to cum all in your filthy arseshole you little pussy boy. And when I do I you can finally shoot your load onto my floor. Are you ready to feel my hot cum shooting in your arse slave boy?"

"Yes, please master! I beg you to cum, please, please master."

Before the sub had a chance to finish the last please the dom was unloading his cum into his arse and grunting

like a feral animal.

When he had finally finished cumming he reached around the sub and grabbed his cock and started stroking him till he shot a huge load of cum. He'd never been forced to come so much and now he could barely feel his muscles.

As the master unlocked his slaves restraints, Sophia felt the back of her neck tingle.

Y was back.

She watched as the gorgeous slave dropped to the floor on the stage before her.

His master kindly helped him to his feet and stroked the damp hair from his face.

He cares. The gesture made Sophia smile.

There's still love, even in a world of harsh extreme sex and kinky fetishes.

His breath stroked her neck before his mouth barely stroked her ear.

"You liked the show Sophia. Which one are you?"

She doesn't answer.

Because she doesn't know.

"Cmon beautiful. You're up next." 

Her mind screamed inside of her skull. Noisy vibrations echoing inside her body.

He had said anything.

She can do anything. She would sleep tonight and rest. Shower, bathe, pamper herself in any way she wishes in the morning and at noon she will join everybody and test herself.

See where she stands and what it is she wants to do.

Y had actually been very kind, and a beautiful red headed woman by the name of Katherine had showed her to her room and given her clothing.

She was rather surprised when she realised she was comfortable. Almost, like feeling at home.

After a shower and a change of clothing she made her way downstairs to find Y.

There was a number of people still downstairs. But mostly drinking at the bar, and chilling out. It reminded her of the activity rooms in her sorority.

She headed straight for the bar and ordered herself a white wine. Her own poison used to be tequila. When she was wild and adventurous and happy that is.

The barman slid her wine across the cherry stained wood, with a curious look on his face. Well she supposed she didn't really look like one of them. Even with the short pleated skirt and sheer white shirt.

"Thank you. I don't suppose you know where, mmm,"

"Do you not know who you're looking for honey?" He asked. An exotic lilt to his voice.

A voice shot from across the room saving her from embarrassment.

"Zachary bought her in, actually. Saved her from Malik he did."

Johnny walked across the room with a huge grin on his face.

"Ooh Sophia. You look so hot. Can I call you mama?"

She smiles back, she likes Johnny. He calms her down and lets her enjoy, life. The pleasures that being alive and breathing brings.

"You certainly can not call me mama. I need to think about what it is I want to do for the show tomorrow. I'm on my way to see Y, I mean Zachary."

Johnny sticks his bottom lip out in mock disappointment at not being allowed to call her mama.

But with a happy boyish smile he takes her to Zachary.

Zachary swings the door open to her timid knock after Johnny walks away.

He wears only joggers low on his waist. Showing far too much skin for her comfort. She stares at his muscled body. Her mouth suddenly going dry.

"Sophia!"

"Oh sorry. Lost myself for a minute there."

She could smell his sweat. Faint in the air and immediately wonders what he's doing.

"Can I help you with something Sophia?"

Uh oh, there she goes again. Getting all gooey over him.

"Sorry, I was hoping to talk to you about tomorrow."

He walks back into the room leaving her out in the hall.

"Are you coming?"

Not yet, she thinks. But she sure wishes she were. She follows him into the room and shuts the door behind her.

He stands at the other end of the room, by the window. Large dumbbells held in each strong fist.

He pumps his arms up and down, and she stands by the door watching his muscles flex and flicker.

"Get the fuck in here and sit down. And stop looking at me like that in your sexy clothes. If i didn't know better I'd think you have agenda."

She gulps and continues into the room, taking a seat on the table rather than the leather chairs.

He puts the weights down and moves the hair from his face, Before taking the seat directly in front of her and leaning in.

He grabs her thighs and yanks her towards the edge of the table,pulling her legs between his own.

Sliding a hand into her hair, he pulls her face closer to his and searches her eyes.

"What's up? Hmm. Tell me sweetheart, what's bothering you?"

She had a huge urge to lean into him. To press her mouth against his in a passionate embrace. But she did not.

She instead, allows his eyes to drink her up and answered his question.

"I'm worried. Sir. I have no idea what it is I want to do. What if I choose wrong?"

He leans back and fetches them both drinks before returning and taking the same seat.

"If you choose wrong, you will learn by your mistake. This is what you'll be doing tomorrow. Finding yourself. Anybody you have felt really drawn to?"

You. She thinks. Of course you.

She doesn't speak it out loud but thinks about somebody else she has seen working here that she's attracted to.

"The male submissive. From this morning. The big redheaded one."

"Sam? Ok. You can't go with Sam."

She feels her nerves bend and snap before answering.

"Why? You said anything I want. You told me I can do anything I want. Are you just lying to me? Is this some kind of sick elaborate plan to make me bend to your will. Because it won't happen mister! I will tell you right n-"

"And I will tell you right now to shut the fuck up and never speak to me like that again. Do you understand?"

She visibly gulps.

Feeling like she's on the breaking point. She feels afraid that it's a trick. She's too happy for it not to be.

"Are you calm? May I speak without being screamed at?"

She nods her head. Slowly realising how badly that could have gone.

"Now, I said you could do anything you want. Within reason of course. You can't go on stage and play the harp unless you can somehow do it with your cunt.

So you can do what you want.

You cannot do who you want. Demitri will not allow that. And Samuel belongs to Demitri. Body and soul."

Zachary strokes his thumb over Sophia's plump lower lip, and she slowly leans into his embrace.

Without realising what she was doing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her weight upon him, knocking him back to the backrest of the chair.

She clambers onto her, straddling his waist and slams her lips against his.

The lust controls her and when he bites into her lip, she grinds down on him, moaning out her frustration.

Her fingernails rake down his ripped abs and he growls into her mouth.

His hands grip her waist and he slams his hardness against her covered drenched pussy.

Then he stands, grabs her throat and spins her around, pressing her back to his chest.

"Never do that again Sophia."

He pushes her towards the door, her heart still pounding and the blood rushing to her head. She didn't even register the stop. The pause button being clicked.

When he pushes her through the door, she realises she crossed a line.

"Or you will fucking regret it!" He snarls, Before the dark wooden door is slammed before her face.

She had pampered herself all morning and her slutty clothes of choice were a very tight, very short pvc dress.

The rips across the shiny fabric should of made it look cheap, but it looked sexy. The rips in just the right places, one of which being just above her nipple and as she walked the fabric rubbed against the hard nipple, stimulating her.

She looked good. She felt good. She couldn't choose between the thigh high boots or the red heels so had bought them both down to ask somebody their opinion.

She stood at the edge of the stage as she watched Samuel and a small lady set things up. She didn't want to interrupt so stayed at the side. That was when she felt his hands on her.

He gripped her waist and pulled her against him, his dick pressing hard onto her pert round arse.

She moaned when he stroked his right hand up her body to grab and squeeze her aching breast.

“Aww, you look so damned sexy. I wanna do bad bad things with you.” Johnny whispered. His lips brushing her ear.

She moans out as he slides his other hand down to her dampening pussy. He slides his fingers up the short length of her skirt and creeps th beneath the satin fabric of her underwear.

“Johnny! Get here Sophia has training!” They both look up to see Zachary by the bar. A look of disdain on his face.

“Ooh boss man doesn't want me to touch you.” Johnny says with a cheeky grin before pushing his finger into her wet hole, curving it towards him, and receiving a moan from her.

“You better go Johnny. I do need to train. And I need to see what I want to be doing for the show. He looks really mad.”

Her voice shows the nervousness she tries to hide.

“Don't worry baby, I'll protect you. I'm the boss.”

She giggles as she untangled herself from his grasp. “No you're not. Zachary is the boss. And we should follow boss's orders.”

Johnny pushes his chest out in a gesture of boyish protection. “I could be the boss. I'm just as good as him. Maybe better.” he winks and walks across the room to the bar where Zachary stands.

She watches as they argue. They stand too far away for her to hear the words but their gestures and facial expressions show their meanings.

Sophia walks up onto the stage and she sees them as Zachary grabs Johnny in a playful headlock, when Demitri approaches her.

“What area will you be training in today Sophia?” He wears leather trousers that hang low enough to reveal his grey underwear.

“I actually don't know. Sir. Demitri. Master. Oh shit. I don't know what to call you, I'm so sorry.”

He laughs a deep exotic chuckle.

“I take it you're new to all of this. And I heard you have a little bit of a thing with my Sam. Is that right? You can call me Demitri for now.”

She nods. Worried that he's going to be angry at her confession.

“Relax my little one. I know Samuel won't go behind my back. Let's get you some action. You can play with myself and Sam for your first training session. I won't go too hard on you.”

And with that he turns and walks to the end of the stage to collect some items.

She finds herself following after him like a lost puppy.

He turns to her quickly with a large black dildo in his hand.

“On your knees now slut, and take this dildo like its the cock you've been so hungry for.”

She drops to her knees and places her hands behind her back. She already knows that position. Demitri takes the one step toward her and Pushes the dildo deep into her throat before using the toy to make a thrusting motion.

She takes the cock into her throat with no trouble at all.

And after a full minute, he steps back with a smile on his face.

“Welcome to Wonderland.”

Fucking hell. Wonderland is about to get crazy with Demitri and Samuel.

And as she walks after him her pussy tingles and clenches.