Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  "Hmmm, your Master has not yet put his mark on you. I shall have to speak to him about this. You are a lovely slut, dear, and apparently well trained."

  "Thank you, Sir. It is my pleasure to serve my Master."

  "And of course, it is your pleasure to now serve me, yes?" He disappeared into the storage room and returned with several dildos, vibrators, flogs, whips, chains and a few things she couldn't see.

  "Are you comfortable, slut?" She nodded affirmatively.

  "Good! Now, lift your vagina to me." Obediently, Sara lifted her hungry vagina as high as she could.

  "Now, what do you wish, slut?"

  "Sir?"

  "What is it you want, my dear?"

  "I do not understand, Sir? I want to please you, Sir."

  "Yes, yes! I know you do," he chuckled. " How do you want to please me? How do you wish to show your training to me, slut?"

  Sara blushed and her mind raced. She was not certain how to answer.

  Sir James walked behind her. He had placed the tools from the storage room on a small table just out of sight behind her. He was again in front of her with a large flogger in his hand. There was a loud crack as Sir James gave one practice crack with the hand made leather tool. He applied it to the inside of her left thigh. Her hips lunged upward. Her eyes watered. Again the flogger snapped and striped her inner right thigh, and again her hips lunged upward.

  "Slut, tell me what you want."

  "Please, Sir, fill my openings," she said softly, her face quite flushed.She was embarrassed, but she was also terrified of giving the wrong answer. "Did he know what she wanted?" She wandered.

  "Are you muttering, slut?"

  "Please, Sir, fill my openings," she repeated a little more loudly.

  Crack! Crack! One more stripe on each inner thigh.

  "Perhaps you are not a slut after all," Sir James said as he turned and chose another tool from the table. Sara felt a vibrator slide into her anus, and she relaxed against it. Suddenly, a blindfold was placed on her face, and her fear ... or was it arousal ... climbed. A strange, yet somehow familiar feeling within her vagina. Cold. Metal. A speculum parted her, opening her wide open to this stranger. Her heart pounded still more strongly.

  "SLUT," Sir James yelled, "Tell me what you want!" Another stripe to each inner thing so close to the speculum that it vibrated.

  "SIR, PLEASE USE ME!" She yelled in response.

  He laughed, pleased with her heart felt response.

  "Very well, then slut. I shall." He smiled, and walked around her slowly. She turned her head trying to follow his footsteps, trying to anticipate what he might wish of her.

  He stopped in front of her, slid a finger deep into her open vagina and watched her twinge as his hand bumped the speculum. She then felt a finger slide slowly through her wetness to her aroused clitoris. His finger circled it slowly several times and she pressed herself against his hand.

  "Yes, dear, I know. Mmmm, you smell so delicious. I think I will have some. He pinched her clitoris and slid his tongue deeply into her. Her hips jumped. She yelped. He pinched her clitoris repeatedly with one hand while he ably removed the speculum with the other and quickly replaced it with his tongue. Within thirty seconds, she was begging for release.

  "Oh my No, slut. You may NOT cum yet. We have only begun." She groaned in agony.

  "Now, let's so something lovely with those beautiful breasts. Hmmm ... Your Master does love you, slut. Just look at how soft this rope is. Oh, I guess you can't look. Well here, feel it."

  Skillfully, Sir James began to wrap the rope strategically around her torso to reduce her waistline and push up her large, beautiful breasts. Then he wrapped the rope around each breasts firmly causing each one to puff out like a balloon. She moaned softly, and the vibrator still buzzed in her anus.

  When he was finished, he stood back to admire his work.

  "Hmmm, something's still missing." Sara heard Sir James again walk around her to the table. She heard him rummage through the various implements, and he heard her whimper with anticipation. He smiled. The fear had been conquered by her arousal. Something cold, thick, and quite large was firmly pushed into her dripping vagina.

  "What is it," she thought. "Oh my!" Indeed, it was a cucumber that measured only 6 inches long, but as big around as a baseball bat at it's middle. Knowlingly, he urged it deeper and watched her body open and eagerly swallow it. Her hips lunged again and tried to find a rhythm, lifting high, her anus jointly thrilled by her movements.

  "You are lovely, slut! Enjoy that cucumber!" He commanded, but do not cum."

  Suddenly, she felt her the bar to which her arms were attached begin to lower. Slowly her top end sank, though still manacled, until her head barely touched the ground. This made her feel even more completely exposed, if possible, and she groaned in response.

  He pumped the cucumber in and out of her carefully for a few minutes. Then stopped. Her breasts were on fire. Her vagina was on fire. Her whole body was shivering with the intensity of the heat raging within her.

  Again she heard him walk around her, admiring his handiwork. Then silence. Five minutes. Ten minutes. She wondered what her Master was doing at this moment and if he would be pleased with her. Still silence. What was he doing? Had he left her?

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! A soft, leather flogger snapped across her breasts, biting each nipple roughly. She cried out then quickly bit her lips. Her body wiggling uselessly before Sir James. He paused and quickly affixed cloverleaf clamps to each nipple. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  "PLEASE, Sir, may I cum for you???" Sara cried out.

  "Soon, dear one, soon. Show me how hot you are, slut. Show me!"

  Her body lunged and jumped as best it could. Her back arched still more as she pushed her vagina higher, and squeezed the cucumber mercilessly as it all but disappeared within her. He sat in a large chair nearby and watched. For several minutes Sara danced her hot, slut body before him, bound as she was, her heat betraying her intensely female nature. She was utterly female; utterly slut. She was perfectly beautiful!

  "Now, my hot slut, cum hard and long for me ... and let me hear you!"

  She obeyed, and her body twitched and trashed for just under 6 minutes. He timed her. He smiled.

  He walked over to her, unwound the rope and released her burning breasts, but the clamps were left on her throbbing nipples. He removed the cucumber from her vagina, but left the vibrator in her anus. He lifted her head, and released her wrists. He flicked her nipples, and she winced as he removed the clamps. At last, he released her feet. He took her hands, and lifted her up to him, the blindfold was the last thing off, and kissed her forehead.

  "Now, go and bathe, and return in 15 minutes. Do not dry yourself."

  "Yes, Sir. As you wish."

  Thirteen minutes later, Sara returned to the playroom still wet from her bath. Sir James had a small, but loose-fitting white gauze dress that he gave her to put on. It seemed a bit small, but he smiled and told her it fit perfectly. He attached a decorative clip to either side of the waist to cinch it in a bit more to show off her lusciously round breasts, and Sara realized the wetness that had remained on her skin now made the dress quite transparent. Her heart fell as her fear rose. The dress barely covered her bottom. Did he realize it was windy outside? He adjusted the dress over her shoulders, pulling it up in the back and down a bit more in the front so that her nipples were just partially covered and the curves of her breasts were deliciously evident.

  "Have you some simple high heels, slut?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Fetch them, please." Quickly, she disappeared into her Master's room and returned with some simple heels.

  "You are bronze enough to not require hose. You look ravishing, my dear."

  "Thank you, Sir."

  "Where shall we go?"

  "We are going out now, Sir?"

  "Yes, slut. It is lunch time and I am
hungry in spite of my little treat earlier." He winked playfully. "And besides, I want to show you off. Where is that huge shopping plaza being built, slut? Nothing like dozens of horney construction workers to make a Man proud of, well, of his friend's slut! OK, now you still have that little vibrator in your anus, yes? Bend over and let me put this one in your vagina. We can let the men have turns with the remote, just for fun. What do you think?" He asked this rhetorically, and laughed happily. Sara trembled as he affixed her collar and leash.

  He opened the car door for her and helped her in, and adeptly adjusted each vibrator so that she jumped. Her erect nipples were teasingly visible through the thin, damp gauze dress, and Sir James seemed to be having a ball. As they drove, he fingered her clitoris until she groaned for more. He turned the vaginal vibrator to it's lowest setting but the anal one was on medium. They headed for town.

  At a red light, a trucker pulled up in the right lane beside the car. Sir James looked at Sara.

  "Well, Sara. What are you?" Quickly, she smiled at the driver and lifted her skirt revealing the vibrator tickling her. She licked her lips unconsciously.

  He honked and shouted, "How much?" Sir James just laughed and drove off.

  It didn't take long, however, for Sir James to find what he was looking for. He pulled the car over near a major construction site. He counted at least 50 men walking around and not one woman in sight. "What a shame," he thought.

  "Sara, I want you to go up and ask one of these men what they are building and if you can be of any assistance in any way. If they accept your assistance, bring one of the men over to me. If the first man denies your help, ask another until you find a taker. Do you understand? Remember, you are an absolutely ravishing slut. Oh, and you may not touch your dress with your hands!"

  "Oh my, Sir." She paused, looked down at her hot, curvatious body. "Yes, Sir, I understand."

  It was just after noon when she demurely exited the car and walked over the one of the men standing near a large truck. He wore a hard hat, jeans and a T-shirt. He was dirty and sweaty. The wind licked at the feather lite dress, lifting and swirling it, and causing her to flush with excitement as she realized her body was exhibited for all to see. It is certain that she had the attention of every male in the area.

  She approached the man and asked what they were building and if there was any way she could be of service, just as she had been directed. The man looked at her thoroughly, and glanced over at the car. He asked who she was. She replied that the Gentleman in the car would answer his questions.

  The man laughed. She leaned into him a bit, and he felt the softness of her skin and the site of her right nipple, round and ripe.

  "Are you serious, lady?"

  She assured him she was very serious and that it would please her Master if she could be of some small service to these hard-working men.

  He agreed, finally, at least to approach the car.

  "Hey," Clyde said, "What's happening here?"

  "It seems my friend's slut is rather needy, and she thought that perhaps some of these men might enjoy her. What do you think?"

  "How much?"

  Sir James laughed! "Oh no! You have it wrong. Sara is not a prostitute. She is a slut. She is owned by my friend and on loan to me for the day. It is my job to tend to her needs. She needs some cock. Do you or any of these men want to help her?"

  Clyde laughed. "Are you kidding? She's a real hot one, huh? Sure, she's clean, right? No diseases? "

  Sir James nodded affirmatively.

  "Fine," Clyde said, "Do you want to supervise? Over here, we can use the trailer. It's empty right now."

  "Yes, that will do nicely. Thank you." Sir James exited the car and the three walked over to the trailer and entered. Once inside, Sir James ordered Sara to remove her dress and begin. Shortly thereafter, Clyde went outside with a huge grin on his face. Sara had sucked her first construction worker cock for today.

  Before long, there was a knock on the door.

  "Come in," Sir James said. A tall, slender man about 40 entered. He blushed a little as his eyes beheld Sara's naked body. Sir James interrupted him.

  "No need for words. Sara here has eagerly offered to suck any cock here. That ok?" Without another word, Sara exposed Sam's already hard cock and began to throat it. It didn't take him long to cum, and she drank every drop.

  "Thank you, Sir," she shyly said as he zipped up his jeans. He smiled in reply.

  "Sir, would you care to hold the remote control for a few minutes," Sara held up the control to him. He had not even noticed it until now, but smiled shyly as he took it. He played with it some, turning it to high and watching her expressions and her slight wiggle.

  Another knock. Sir James opened the door to an older Man, perhaps 60.

  "Hi! I'm Kurt," he said as he shut the door behind him. "You gonna suck my load?" He asked with a snicker.

  "Yes, Sir, if you wish," Sara politely replied. He pawed at her breasts, and pulled her nipples till she moaned. She knelt before him and opened his jeans. Her arms folded then behind her back as her mouth ministered her adoration to this stranger. He continued to pinch her nipples as she sucked him hard. Her tongue ceaseless in its energy to caress his swollen, thick cock.

  Just then, the vibrator within her vagina was kicked to high. She jumped and moaned loudly. The older Gentleman laughed as he now noticed the remote in the hands of his co-worker, but he was about to explode his load. He pulled away from her mouth and shot his cum on her chest.

  "Well done, slut!" he remarked. "Can I have a hand at the switch?"

  "Sure," Sir James confirmed and the control changed hands. Sara could not be still, even on her knees. The fire was raging with such intensity in her body that she wiggled and squirmed making her look that much more delicious to the lustful eyes of the men.

  Before long, there was a line forming outside the trailer. A few of the men wanted to stick around and watch as Sara sucked others. This was permitted, as long as there was room. The remote control for the vibrator within Sara's vagina was also passed around the room. The men took great pleasure in the loud groans and visible shivers they created with the remote.

  One by one, the men entered and were sucked off by Sara. By the end of the afternoon, 18 men had taken Sara up on her sweet offer. She was filled and covered with the cum of these men and it was only 3:45 pm.

  She put her dress over her cum covered body, walked out onto the top step of the trailer and waved a thank you to all the men. Sir James immediately cranked up both vibrators to high. Sara looked at him aghast and tried to no avail to maintain control. She was so hot, though, so horney by now, that she had little resistance left. Her body betrayed her and danced lewdly before the small crowd.

  "Sara, just open your legs and let yourself cum for these wonderful Men. They deserve to see your full beauty," Sir James instructed.

  Obediently, Sara stood, her thighs widely parted, as her hungry feminine heat overtook her. The men cheered and shouted as they witnessed her body convulse in the throes of orgasm for several minutes. Her legs nearly buckled under her, but Sir James caught her to another round of cheers. Finally, the vibrators were shut down and Sara was allowed to relax.

  Sara waved again as she and Sir James walked back to the car. The wind, sweetly blew up her skirt giving the men one last beautiful memory of her fine, round bottom.

  "Well, dear one, I suppose you are tired. Sara nodded. We should return home, clean up, and then it will be time to meet your Master for dinner. I think he will be quite pleased, Sara. Did you enjoy our afternoon playtime, Sara?"

  "Yes, thank you, Sir," she shyly replied.

  "Oh Sara! Now you must be proud of who and what you are. You are an exceedingly beautiful and sexy slut. You are ravishing, my dear. Did you see the expressions on those men's faces? Did you see how they enjoyed your service to them? You made their day, dear! And how will that reflect on your Master?"

  "Yes, Sir, I
see. They will honor Him because I am His."

  "Yes, Sara. You are of good quality, so you reflect well for your Master. I would not doubt that He will likely begin to show you off more as days go by."

  They arrived at her Master's home, and exited the car.

  "Now, slut, your dress is dirty. Please remove it before we enter your Master's home."

  She looked at him, horrified.

  "Sir???"

  "Yes, Sara. Remove the dress. You will walk to Your Master's home naked like the slut you are."

  "Yes, Sir." Her face flushed hot and red, but she removed the dress as commanded and handed it to him. She wore only the thin collar and leash as she slowly walked through the parking lot of the condominium. Happily, she saw no signs of other people. He turned the vaginal and anal vibrators both to high and she yelped in surprise. As they approached the elevator, Sara's heart again fell. She heard conversation nearby. She determined to hold her head high, push out her lovely breasts, their nipples like small red berries, and determined to walk proudly past whoever was there. Sir James felt her tension and tweaked her nipples and wiggled the vaginal vibrator so that she danced for him.