Gina was angered by her nipples betrayal, becoming erect and begging for his attention. “Damn,” she thought, “if this had been in any normal setting, she might have really been enjoying his attention.” Boss was good, very practiced at his manipulations of her body so far. As good, if not better than any man she had known previously.
Her past sexual experience wasn’t what people would have expected from a top model, not stereotypical at all. In fact, Gina had always been somewhat reserved when it came to sex, preferring not to date much and hopefully meet “Mr. Right” and settle down.
Now, Gina was completely out of control and she found herself actually fighting with herself, her mind appalled and disgusted with her body as she fought to control its sexual response. She had never had a man so thoroughly tend to her breasts with such care and persistence.
They had always been exceptionally sensitive, more so than most women’s, and she would often enjoy playing with them while she was alone in her townhome, masturbating to a fantasy lover.
The image in the mirror of his handsome man working over her chest while she was bound was stimulating and horrifying all at the same time. He was an attractive man, she thought, but he had just kidnapped her.
Gina tried to think of her predicament, how horrible she was being treated, but her thoughts were constantly fragmented as her body sent messages of pleasure and sexual urgency to her more primal levels of brain functions. Soon, she felt a familiar wetness seeping down her inner thigh and cursed herself for her weakness.
Still, Boss continued to massage her breasts, licking and sucking them until she was cringing with a need to touch, or be touched between her legs. She clenched her buttocks, trying to satisfy her need, but she was just too far stretched out for her attempts to do any good.
Finally, Boss stood and looked into her eyes and then, looking down, he noticed the wetness between her legs.
“Arrgghhh!” she inwardly groaned realizing that he had noticed her body giving in to his demands. She looked at his cock, huge and purple with anticipation, and for a split second wished he would just get it over with and fuck her.
Instead, Boss pushed the button on the side of the device and raised her platform even higher, all the way up to where her ass was directly in line with his eager mouth. Her head followed him as he walked around to her rear, disappearing below her out of sight.
Her legs tightened in anticipation of his touch, which came at her ankle and slowly worked up on both legs, his fingers outlining her curves, tracing her calf to the back of her knee and proceeding upwards along her thigh. His fingers slid along her inner thighs, lubricated by her own juices, until they reached her pussy.
Standing directly underneath her, Boss carefully spread her pussy lips exposing her enlarged clit and very wet slit. Her legs shook slightly as he teased her, tugging lightly at her folds of skin. He continued to tease her while he began working his tongue over her shapely ass, working his way down to her thighs and then upwards to her awaiting hole.
His tongue darted deftly over her clit and her body spasmed from his touch. A deep moan escaped her throat and he smiled.
“Damn me, damn him!” she cursed as her body betrayed her further. She felt his tongue working mercilessly over her clit and exploring the inner reaches of her pussy. She had never experienced such intense sensual electricity coursing through her entire body.
Her buttocks tightened as she approached the edge and she concentrated on losing herself to her primal urges. Her entire focus was on the sensations between her legs, his mouth eating her alive, his tongue rubbing furiously over her clit, and then, just as she felt herself at the peak of her roller coaster, ready to drop over the other side, he withdrew, pulling her back down, leaving her wanting and panting in exasperation.
“What a hot, wet slut you are! I knew you had it in you,” he said, his words breaking the long silence.
“Arrggghhh... you bastard, you…” she let loose in her frustration. “I’m not your fucking play toy. If you going to rape me, then to it - but damn you for leaving me on the edge.”
“Leaving you on the edge is exactly where you’ll be left many times, slave. Over and over, I will torture you by denying you your orgasms. Only obedient slaves are permitted to cum. Are you going to be an obedient and model slave, my pretty Gina?”
“Go to hell! I’m not your damn slave!” Gina screamed at him and looked away. Still standing underneath her, he reached over to the button controlling the hydraulic floor and pressed it. With a hiss of escaping air, the platform lowered slowly until his throbbing cockhead was pressed lightly against her pussy lips.
“Look into the mirror and watch as I penetrate you for the first time, slave. Watch yourself violated and taken by me. I want you to watch as my cock slides into your wet pussy… slut. I want you to hurt for me.”
Gina’s refusal brought her first real punishment as he reached around and grabbed both nipples between the thumb and first finger of each hand. He pinched down hard, very hard, until she was screaming and bucking on top of him.
“Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!!.... OH GOD! Please stop! Okay, Okay!” Gina pleaded as his fingers continued their pinching.
“Okay, what?” he replied.
“OKAY, I’LL LOOK. I’LL LOOK!” she wailed behind her pain.
“Boss,” he said pinching slightly harder. She screeched at the increased pressure and screamed,
“Boss! I’LL LOOK, BOSS!”
He released his grip and let her catch her breath, sweat glistening off her body. Gina obediently looked into the mirror, a new horror rising from within. He had hurt her for the first time and the meaning of the word “sex slave” hit home.
“Good slave,” he voiced, pushing the hydraulic control button once again. She watched herself in the mirror being lowered, inch by inch onto his awaiting shaft until the cockhead disappeared into the folds of her creamy frothing pussy.
Gina felt him enter her, invading her body. He was huge, spreading her pussy lips wide. And it felt good. The platform continued downward and she watched as her body engulfed his cock. Then she felt the head of his cock reach the back of her cervix and he still wasn’t all the way in.
She tried to raise her ass as the platform lowered but her restraints held her firm.
“It’s too big,” she cried. He stood there, beneath her, rigid, not moving an inch to stop the downward motion of the platform. “Stop! Please, Oh God, stop!” she pleaded. Then he was somehow, impossibly, inside her to his root, his balls resting on the underside of her ass cheeks.
Finally, Boss let go of the control button, halting the movement of the platform. He stood there for a moment, relishing his every sense, every tingle of his nerve endings and the musky smell of her pussy hanging in the air.
Boss reached around to her breasts, making her jump slightly, and grasped them firmly but not too hard. He began to massage them again, watching their entwined bodies in the mirror over her shoulder.
For some time he didn’t move, just kneading her breasts and watching her hips quiver with the slightest of movement of his cock. Her breaths were coming in short gasps again as she was succumbing to his constant stimulation.
Then, he slowly withdrew out off her until the tip of his swollen cock wavered at the entrance to her slit. He thrust upwards in one swift motion, burying his cock to the root. She grunted in both pain and pleasure as he impaled her, repeatedly.
Boss could no longer control himself, penetrating her, fucking her with abandonment. He felt her vaginal muscles clench around his shaft and suddenly her body stiffened and shuddered in orgasmic delight.
“Ohhh...Fuckkkkk ahhhhh!!!,” she moaned aloud giving in to her animalistic instincts.
“Jesus,” he thought to himself, she’s squeezing my cock like a vice grip! Feeling his balls contract and the head of his cock enlarge, he braced himself for the shock wave that would soon come.
His ejaculation, under high pressure, shot up the length of his cock and with w
ave after wave of contractions, blasted its way into Gina’s warm pussy. Boss stumbled under the sudden release and had to brace himself upon the framework of the equipment Gina was bound to.
He continued to pump his seed into her clenching pussy, draining every drop of hot sticky cum from his cock. Limp, he withdrew completely and watched his thick, white cum seep out of her pink pussy.
She was humiliated with herself for letting herself orgasm and she cried in frustration. Her legs hurt from their stationary position and she was dehydrated from the experience.
“Are you happy now?” she cried. “I fucking came for you. I really must be a fucking slut after all,” she wailed. “How could you do this to me? How could you do this to anyone?” she implored.
“You’re not just anyone Gina, you’re a very special Club 738 slave,” Boss responded, “and you had no choice but to cum. It was inevitable. The body can only take so much sexual stimulation before it’s aroused, beyond the control of the “logical” mind. Didn’t you enjoy your orgasm?”
“NO! How can I enjoy being raped?” she answered. “You’ve humiliated me, made me feel like dirt.”
“That will pass with time, as will the feeling that you’re being treated like dirt. In fact, though I don’t expect you to believe it now, you will be treated like a princess, a princess who has to be taught how to truly understand her own sexuality and needs while serving her Boss and his clients.”
He paused and then he released her arms. “Go ahead and shake your arms out,” he said. While she hesitantly did so, he continued, “In fact you’ll find that I’m probably the most honorable man you’ll ever meet. You’ll always know exactly where you stand, I will. It will take time for me to train you, but that’s something we have plenty of.”
Chapter Three
“H-how long do you plan on keeping me here?” she asked, fearful that she already knew the answer.
“You’re here at Club 738 for the rest of your life, Gina. You must learn to accept your fate. Many clients have requested you. It’s taken a lot of planning to get you here. Today’s lesson was successful, I hope, in teaching you that your body is mine.”
“Also it taught you that your primal sexual instincts are stronger than your higher brain functions, and that you could experience an orgasm under the most, well almost, extreme conditions. Now tell me again that you didn’t enjoy your orgasm. Was it not, um… breathtaking?”
Gina lingered, thinking about what he had just said, trying taking it all in, and assimilating it. “No,” she feebly lied. “I… I didn’t like it.” She dropped her gaze to the ground to avoid his penetrating eyes.
“You just lied to me, didn’t you?” he prodded.
“Y..yes,” she said in a very hushed tone.
“Yes, what?”
“Boss... yes, Boss,” she gave in.
He had released her from the device, attached her wrists behind her back, and prodded her over towards the makeshift bathroom. She had indicated her need to relieve herself, hoping that she would have some privacy and a moment alone. She was wrong.
He sat her down on the toilet seat and secured her ankles to rings located on each side of the fixture. He sat in a nearby chair, and watched her as he drank from a can of Pepsi.
“Are you just going to sit there and watch me go to the bathroom?” she asked incredulously.
“Why not?” Boss replied amused. “I told you we’d become very intimate. This is just one part of that growing intimacy.” He inhaled a drag of his cigarette.
“I can’t do this. I just can’t go to the bathroom while you’re watching me. I couldn’t do this in front of anyone, not even my husband if I had one,” she complained.
“I’m not your husband. I’m your Boss and you’ll do your thing if we have to wait here all day long,” he concluded.
Furious at him, she sat there, legs splayed, her arms uselessly pinned behind her. Her bowels tugged at her conscious, relaying their need to empty, yet her mind struggled with her need to maintain some shred of dignity.
“He’s taking every bit of dignity away from me,” she thought, “and he won’t stop until I’m crawling to him, begging to be his slave. Oh God, how am I going to get through this...?”
Twenty minutes later, Boss looked up to the sound of trickling, increasing in speed until it was a steady stream. She was looking at him with contempt, trying to maintain an air of dignity. He smiled.
“You’re a mess,” he noted as he released her from the toilet.
“I’m sure you know what to do in a shower so I shouldn’t have to give you much instruction, should I?”
“I can do it!” she blurted out as she saw him began to come towards her. “I’ll wash off.” She turned her back towards him and turned on the faucets, adjusting the mixture and sending a stream of warm water flowing over her body. She took her time, relishing the warmth that the water gave her.
She stepped out from underneath the water and grabbed the bar of soap off the nearby shelf. She lathered her legs, stomach, skipping over her breasts and finishing up her shoulders and face.
“Hold it right there,” Boss said. “You can’t possibly call that a thorough cleaning. You’re forgetting some very important body parts. I want you to clean those beautiful breasts of yours! And don’t forget to clean my cum out from your pussy either.”
Gina blushed and resigned herself to cleaning her private parts in front of him, careful not to linger too long in any one place. Boss allowed her to wash the soap off and wash her hair out. Dripping wet she was given a towel to dry off with. Done, she wrapped the towel around her body, tucking it in at the top and gave Boss a pleading look. He consented this time.
Boss attached a short length of chain between her ankles, subsequently removing the link between her and the ring in the floor. For a brief moment, Gina thought of escape, her hands were free and she could attack him while he was busy with her bonds.
Yet, she knew that she couldn’t overpower him and that her attempted escape might prove to be painful in the end. Escape could wait until circumstances were more to her advantage. He directed her over to a vanity table, complete with mirror and lights, and a large selection of various makeup and accessories.
Gina sat down upon the cushioned stool and looked into the mirror. “Now, he’s going to want me to make myself up so that he can live out some perverted fantasy. Fuck him. I’m not a fucking prostitute!”
Then, Boss reached inside a drawer and pulled out a five by ten glossy of one of Gina’s studio shots that showed her kneeling on a bed, arms up and grasping the back of her head. Her breasts were majestically displayed and a hint of pubic hair peaked out from underneath a short skirt.
Boss put the photo in front of her. “This is what the clients want from you. I want you to apply whatever magic you use on your pretty face to look like this. Have a look and you’ll see I brought most of your makeup from home for you to use. Take your time, Gina. Do this right. I’m counting on you to make our clients very happy.”
Gina stared down at the picture of her naked body, burning with anger at herself for posing in a smutty photo shoot. If she’d just said “no” to the roving talent scouts, she wouldn’t be here. In her anger, she picked up the hairbrush resting on the table and flung it at the mirror.
“NO! I won’t be your whore!” she screamed.
Without hesitation, Boss grabbed her arms and brought them back behind her where he refastened them to her collar. She tried to stand and twist away from his grasp, but he held her firmly, forcing her into submission, pulling the towel from her body.
Gina kicked at his legs and screamed as he dragged her out of the bathroom and into the torture chamber. He pushed, shoved, and pulled her wriggling, naked body over to another device nearby the one he had previously hitched her to.
Upon seeing her destination, Gina’s sense of self-preservation kicked in and she pleaded with Boss. “PLEASE! Oh God, I promise I’ll be good. I’ll make myself up just like you want me
to. I’ll do it… I promise!
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