Indentured
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“Please, Master. Please hit this naughty fuck toy’s pussy harder. Please punish your fuck toy’s body, Master, so it will learn to obey. Make your fuck toy scream in pain, Master. Please leave marks on your fuck toy’s naughty tits and cunt.”
Over and over, again and again, until Master put the paddle down. He kissed me, then, and just the tiniest touch of his fingers to my labia brought out a new scream from my lips.
“Shh,” he said. “Force your body to stop the climax.”
I focused on my breath, tried to slow my pulse.
“When I fuck that cunt, you will not come until I take away your air. Do you understand me, fuck toy?”
“Yes, Master.”
I didn’t know how I would stop myself from coming, not with the insane sensitivity all my whippings and beatings tonight had brought on, but I was determined to try. Because he was my Master, and I was his fuck toy, and a fuck toy wants what her Master wants.
“That’s a good fuck toy.” He took a step back, smiling as his eyes roved over my bound, hanging form. “Look down. Even with your shots, we managed to bruise your tits spectacularly. And you should see how red your ass is. A few of the marks are almost black.”
He was right. My breasts were black and blue. Based on how it felt, my cunt must be as well, and my ass was still insanely hot from my earlier canings and whatnot. The marks would still fade quickly, but it was nearly miraculous that they’d been made upon my skin at all. I reveled in the knowledge that my Master could use my body for the scientific experiment of testing his products—that each mark he made on me furthered his research.
“Thank you for marking your fuck toy, Master.”
He moved behind me and separated my thighs so he could come between them. I still had the vibrating balls in my pussy, and he left them in as he drove his gloriously hard cock inside with them.
“Do you know what I love, fuck toy?” Both his hands were gripping my breasts hard, using them to drive me back onto his cock with every syllable. “I love a fuck toy who knows her place, knows why she exists.”
Every thrust forced the balls to move within me, hitting different areas of my abused pussy and making it harder to keep myself from climaxing. But Master only wanted me to orgasm when he removed my ability to breathe. I fought it back, screaming from the pain of his hips hitting my sore ass, his hands squeezing and abrading my bruised breasts.
“Please, Master,” I screamed through my sobs. “Please fuck your fuck toy harder. Please use your cock to make her cry and scream.”
He kept driving me closer and closer to my need for release, pinching my tits, slapping my clit, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my pussy, but he wouldn’t cut off my air.
I was getting frantic, desperate. I couldn’t hold on much longer, and he knew it, but still he wouldn’t put his hand over my mouth or around my throat.
“Please fuck this fuck toy’s cunt. Please, punish this naughty cunt with your cock, Master.”
Finally, after furiously fucking me for at least a half an hour, I felt his hands tightening around my throat. My air flow stopped, and I crashed into the most excruciating, glorious rapture I’d experienced to that point.
That night was over a year ago now. That was the night I finally understood what it meant to be Master’s fuck toy. Yes, he tortured me, put me through all sorts of crazy, fucked up things—but he also gave me the most amazing orgasms ever.
He’d been avoiding fucking me in an effort to break me down, but once I was broken, there was no more need for that.
He still fucks Mary sometimes to punish me. Seeing him fuck someone else works far better as punishment for me, because it makes me insanely jealous and I strive to make sure that doesn’t happen again. Pain and humiliation—those things only make me come. Forcing me to climax isn’t exactly primo punishment material.
These days, we’re mainly back to our main routine. Breakfast, grooming, exercise, lunch, grooming, orgy with the test subjects, grooming, snuggle and/or fuck time, dinner, grooming, blow job, punishments and/or fuck time, and bed.
Sometimes I sleep in his bed, how Mary would while he was training me, and he’ll bind me in some manner and fuck me when he feels like it. Other times, he has me sleep in one of his many contraptions. It all depends on his mood, and sometimes on what new chemicals he’s injected me with as a trial run.
When he fucks me, he still only lets me come when I have no air. I don’t mind that, since that seems to be one of the keys to getting to those life-altering orgasms that only he has given me. His preferred method is strangling me, so I tend to always have the faint marks of a bruise around my neck. Every now and then he goes back to that drowning mask thing he’d used in the bathtub. I’m not such a big fan of it, even if it does give insanely amazing results.
The porn site, and especially the live feeds he sometimes gives, have made Master millions of dollars. He’s planning another client invitational soon, which will stream live to over one million homes around the world for the entire two week event. I’m going to be the main feature again, of course, but Master won’t tell me all the special things he has planned. He’s only hinted that I’d better come to love my drowning mask sooner rather than later. I’m a little scared, but mainly I’m excited.
I no longer care that I don’t remember my former name.
Just call me fuck toy. Look for me online.
Dear readers:
I hope you have enjoyed this jaunt into my fantasy world. If you have, would you please consider leaving a positive review at the site where you purchased this e-book? Thank you so much.
Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,
Lacey Kane
I do not write romance!
Let me rephrase: there is nothing even remotely romantic about my stories. What you will find in the pages of my work is BDSM, smut, often consists of dubious consent, and is sometimes rather harsh.
My stories have been compared to those of JJ Argus. This is a much closer comparison, by far, than romance.
Do not purchase one of my books, hoping it will be even remotely romantic. You will be disappointed. You might be offended.
Additionally, the BDSM found within my stories is of a fantasy nature. In other words, my characters do not conform to the BDSM community's edict of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Please do not attempt any act described in one of my books without first consulting an experienced BDSM practitioner as to its safety, feasibility, and/or legality.
All that said, if you're here for smut, I hope you try me out.