*Part 2! Part 1 can be found in my feed. Enjoy and PM me if you want!*
My throat went dry as Geoffrey pushed me inside the room that looked like a dungeon. The walls were a deep maroon. One had a large boudoir, left casually open, displaying a terrifying array of whips, paddles, chains, vibrators, dildos, plugs, and rope. Beside it was a wooden horse, a torture device I vaguely remember reading about. Mounted on it was a Sybian that made my vision go spotty with fear. There were cages of varying sizes, an ominous flat cot facing a machine with a dildo on the end, and hooks hanging down from the ceiling, presumably to tie me to. There were other contraptions and sex toys I couldn’t even begin to describe. In my sudden shock and horror, I felt the crack of a whip against my breasts.
“On your knees, slave. Shoulders back, tits out, arms to your side. Spread those thighs. Now.”
Eager to avoid the sting of his whip, I did as Nathaniel said, breathing hard.
“Beautiful,” he said, to no one in particular. I wanted to cry, but Rachel’s warning rang in my head. “Now, slave, I will allow you time to talk. You may ask questions. I will answer them, at my mercy. Choose your words carefully, darling, and you may even be rewarded.”
My mind raced with a million different things to say, but the most obvious tumbled from my lips without my thinking.
“What are you going to do to me?”
*Crack*. I cried out as the whip hit me square in the pussy.
“You dumb fucking slut. Has that not been answered? You’re to be sold to a master, as a slave. You’re in training – initiation, if you please – to learn how to serve properly and make this institution proud.”
“T-the car company?” I said, dumbfounded.
*Crack.* The side of my face. I wailed again.
“No! Fucking bitch. That’s my day job, simply where I found you, practically begging to be raped. We take in sluts like you, and sell you off to the highest bidders for a nice little profit. Much more than I could make selling those cars,” Nathaniel said, settling back into a large chaise lounge by the door. He held the whip haphazardly in his hands. “And if you make that pitiless sound again, slut, you’ll be experiencing much worse.”
I clamped down on my tongue as he whipped me again.
“Better,” he said. As disgusting as it felt, my heart soared at the first word of praise he had bestowed upon me in a while. I felt my pussy moisten. I would do anything to avoid these punishments he speaks of.
“Where am I?” I said, in a much smaller voice, humbled by my primitive reaction.
“That doesn’t matter,” Nathaniel responded. “You’ll be shipped off to live with a nice rich man at some point. Or woman. I don’t particularly care.”
“What about my life?” I was up and coming in the business world, saving up for college and an apartment, moving out of my childhood home …
“You don’t have a life. You don’t have rights, or an identity, or autonomy. You’re ours now, and for the time being, mine.”
He stood up and grabbed my chin, pulling me to my feet. I stifled a whine.
“No more talking. That was your first lesson. Position one. On your knees. And now, lesson two. Do not speak unless spoken to. Insolence will be punished.” Nathaniel’s hand plunged between my thighs. “Are you wet? Seriously? What a whore,” he said harshly, caressing my clit with his meaty fingers. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, torn between the pleasure he was stirring up inside me and the wrongness of it all. Tears slipped from my eyes, which stung as makeup ran down my cheeks.
“No need to be ashamed, my dear Sabrina. Training might be quick for you yet.” As he said my name, he slipped a finger inside me, and to my disgust, I moaned softly.
“Your pleasure must be earned,” Nathaniel growled into my ear, removing his finger. I rocked back a little, having been boring down onto his hand for support. “Position two. On your feet, legs spread, arms behind your back. Tits out.” I did as he said. He stepped back, his eyes raking over my body. Secretly, I hoped he liked what he saw.
“I’m going to unchain you. I hope by now you realize that an escape attempt is futile.” True to his word, he unlinked the leash and let it clatter to the floor. He fell back against the chaise lounge, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the fly, and took out an erect monster of a cock. “Suck,” he commanded.
I hesitated. Big mistake. The whip cracked against my chest harder than he had before, leaving a ghastly red welt. I let out a sob.
“You say, ‘yes, sir,’ and do what I tell you.”
Defeated, I mumbled a “yes, sir,” and dropped to my knees and leaned over his lap. He twisted his fingers in my hair as I began to lick up and down his shaft, moistening his cock for my poor throat later. I enveloped the head in my mouth, caressing him with my tongue, as he forced my head up and down. I panicked, choking on his member, running out of air.
“You have no idea what you’re doing,” Nathaniel said accusationally, tearing my head away from him. He looked me in the eyes. Drool and his precum fell from my lips and onto my chest. I imagined what I must look like: slimy mouth, black streaks of makeup and tears on my face, welts on my skin, and a dripping pussy. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on, just a bit.
“Breathe around it, and hum. You won’t gag. Open your throat. Keep using your tongue. Trust me, your life depends on getting me to cum right now.”
With adrenaline coursing through my blood, I began sucking furiously as he said. He leaned back, eyes closed, with a hand behind his head. When I heard him sigh, I took him in deeper, suppressing a gag as his balls slapped my chin. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair again, violently, and began fucking my face. Tears streamed and my legs flailed beneath me. He pumped in and out of my throat, and I felt him spasm in my mouth as the first jet of hot cum shot into me. I choked, sputtering around him, and again he roared, slapping me across the face.
“You swallow it, bitch, unless otherwise noted.”
I nodded, miserable, hand to my cheek. I wiped his cum off of my face.
“Assume position one. That wasn’t bad, slave. You adapted to instruction well.”
I had only been with one man before Nathaniel, and I had only sucked him off once or twice. We had sex of course, but his cock wasn’t half of Nathaniel’s. I hoped to God he wouldn’t fuck me with it, although I knew it was helpless.
“Maybe it’s time for a reward,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat. He grabbed me by the hair again and led me to the Sybian. In one swift motion, he scooped me up and threw me over the horse. He held my hips down as I screamed as the small dildo entered me. Quickly, he chained my ankles to the hooks on the floor, clicking the cuffs around me. He took out a pair of handcuffs from his sagging pants – he had never put his semi-hard cock away – and roughly twisted my arms behind me, locking my hands together. I tried to wiggle, to test my situation, and I could barely move. My pussy was clamped tightly to the Sybian, and oh …
He had flicked the switch on. I let my head fall back as the vibrations against my clit overpowered my fear. The dildo began fucking me lightly, and I knew it would never be enough to get me to cum. But a few more minutes of the vibrations and I knew I would explode.
“You’re not allowed to cum. Your orgasms are no longer your own, do you understand? That pussy, it’s mine,” Nathaniel said, slowly circling me with a predatory glance. I tried to keep my eyes on him as a moan betrayed my arousal. “What do you say, whore?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
“Very good.” He smirked. I heard a click, and the vibrations became stronger, and the dildo faster. I moaned again, louder and longer, as waves of pleasure sent me closer to the edge. Nathaniel was behind me, and his hands encircled my torso. He clipped something onto my left nipple, and I gasped. I looked down as he did the same to my right – a thin chain hung between my breasts. Nipple clamps.
His hands moved down my stomach, over the planes of my hips, and one rested on my pussy, over my clit. I drew in a deep breath, trying to focus on how wrong this all was, how fucked up this was, how I was to be sold, to be raped.
“Tell me when you are about to cum, slave,” Nathaniel demanded, his voice barely registering as I came closer and closer to orgasm.
“Nathaniel – I -”
The whip cracked against my quivering ass cheeks. “Sir! You address me as sir.”
“I-I’m sorry sir, but I’m … ohhh … I’m gonna cum, sir,” I sighed, my pitch rising. Another click, and the machine worked faster. I could barely control myself as I began to convulse, pussy gushing around the dildo, eyes rolling back into my head as I came, hard. Immediately, I knew I fucked up. Nathaniel’s hands wrapped around my throat, and my eyes flew open to see his enraged face. Spittle hit me as he growled,
“What did I just. Fucking. Say.”
“I’m sorry, sir!” I cried, as I felt another orgasm build up in my pussy. “Please, N- I mean sir! Please sir, let me go.”
“Not a chance, slut,” Nathaniel said, tightening his grip. I started to cry again, and to my utter surprise, he leaned in to kiss me. I had no choice but to open for him, as he forced his tongue where his cock had been moments before. “You’ll learn that I am generous, and I won’t punish you for that. For God’s sake, you practically soaked the whole thing,” he said, chuckling. I felt my face flush. “You’ll be a good little slave, Sabrina. I can tell.”
Just before I came for the second time, he switched the machine off. I whimpered, deftly wondering how much time had passed. Two hours, maybe three? I had been on that Sybian for days, it felt.
“And now, my darling,” Nathaniel said with a contented sigh, “I get to test that sweet little cunt of yours for myself.” I watched helplessly as he stepped out of his pants and took off his shirt, discarding them to the floor. He unchained me, naked and rock hard, and again picked me up and threw me to the ground. I trembled, terrified of his cock ripping through me, and tried to scramble away, before stopping, and realizing what might happen to me if I tried to run. Besides, my legs were jelly from the intense orgasm on the Sybian. Nathaniel laughed, the cold sound I would never get used to, as he turned to the boudoir, pulling out a small butt plug.
“Has anyone fucked your ass, Sabrina?” he said, rolling the bulb in his hands. I swallowed.
“No, sir,” I whispered.
“And your pussy?”
“One, sir.”
“Practically a virgin,” Nathaniel smirked. He lunged towards me on the ground, and I squealed. He flipped me over, looming over me, and forced the plug into my ass. I screamed as the pain tore through me, leaving me thrashing and crying below him. A third time, he grabbed me by the upper arm and carried me, limp with pain and fear, to the cot. He flipped me on my back and climbed on top of me.
“I want you to watch while I make you scream, bitch,” he said, and guided his cock into my slit. He hovered there, watching me twitch and cry, knowing that he had succeeded in breaking me to his will. Without warning, he thrust in, eliciting the promised scream from my lips. He grabbed my face, forcing eye contact, as he slammed into me. With every stroke, I felt myself relax and melt into him, wanting him to enjoy fucking me as much as I enjoyed it. I wanted it to be over, I wanted it to never stop, I wanted to cum, I wanted to cry, I wanted him to make love to me, I wanted him to drop dead.
“Cum for me, slut,” he said, as he held himself deep inside me. As if on cue, I let out a gut-wrenching howl and tightened around him, the plug amplifying every feeling. From deep within me, I gushed all over him, mixing my cum with his as he shot thick loads into me. He moaned loudly as he came, the sound primitive and animalistic. He never loosened his grip on my face. I had never cum so hard, or been so wet, or fucked a man so big. I had never been more disgusted, or been more terrified, or sacrificed my soul so willingly. I knew that I was a slave, broken and worthless, until a man gave me meaning. I let him wipe his cock on my stomach, and closed my eyes, recovering.
“Damn.” Nathaniel stood, leaving me spread open and dizzy on the cot. “You’ll sure as hell make a man happy. That’s all for today. I’m ordering you plugged 24/7. We need to stretch that ass. Tomorrow will be so much worse for you, my darling. It’s best you get your rest.”
I lie there, breathing hard, as Rachel hustled in, clipping the leash to my neck collar that would never be removed. She pulled me up.
“On your hands and knees, slave,” she said, and winked at me before leading me, crawling, away.
*Let me know if part 3 should involve more training, maybe with more characters, male and female? Or if I should jump straight to the auction. I’m planning on following up with a part 4 about Sabrina’s life with her new master. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Comment or PM me with any questions. I’m always interested in meeting people with similar kinks! Very horny and bored in quarantine … (:*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fq5j2a/sabrina_the_story_of_a_sex_slave_part_2_bdsm_mf
3 more training 4 auction
i think she should have an threesome