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Cunt awoke still in the warm embrace of her hostess, a slight snore emanating into her ear, soft breathing on her neck, breasts squeezing into her back. The sun was out and she knew that this moment would end eventually but she wished it would last as long as possible. She wanted to turn around and look at her saviour, but she worried about waking her. So, she just lay there waiting for a sign of waking. That sign came when a delicate hand ran through her thick hair, followed by a breathy, half-asleep “good morning.” Cunt turned around to face the woman who held her last night and would soon use her with a few of her friends. As soon as she turned, the woman kissed her passionately. Her hand went under the cover but stopped upon realizing the time.
“They’ll be here soon,” the woman exclaimed. “We have to get you ready. Out, out of the bed.”
Cunt was never a fan of leaving beds, especially one as comfortable as this, but she made an exception this time. She got up and sat on the bed, awaiting her orders. Her hostess, perhaps her new mistress, went into her drawers to find something for Cunt to wear. She first threw a black thong at her, clearly one of her generic clothes that she wouldn’t mind losing. Cunt put it on, the first undergarment she had worn in four days. Then, she threw a fancy minidress at her. The dress barely covered her tits and ass at the same time, but that was kind of the point. Plus, with the underwear underneath, she would surely be covered enough to go into a fast food location. She put the tight dress on and sat there to be appraised. The professional woman, somehow looking less professional by the second, couldn’t help but grab her face and give her a kiss. “You look so cute,” she exclaimed, something that Cunt needed, especially after being so demeaned the last few days. She took the compliment like a good girl, responding with “what more do you need of me, mistress?” The woman, impressed by her obedience, just demanded that she sit there while she made her up, putting on her makeup and fixing her hair. The woman tried to start a conversation on consent, what Cunt was comfortable with, but she was so aroused by this conversation, that she simply responded, “whatever you want, mistress.” They agreed on a safe word, but Cunt was clearly ready to put her body in this woman’s hands. Noticing that the time was arriving, her new mistress grabbed some rope and, pulling down her minidress to her waist, tied Cunt’s big tits up, first in a chest harness and then binding her tits individually, all topped with a couple of nipple clamps, before the dress was pulled back over her tits to her extreme discomfort. Cunt could feel her cunt getting exceedingly wet again; she had not been tortured like this in so long and she was definitely looking forward to it. Her new mistress finished this off by binding her hands and feet and inserting a ring gag, before quietly walking her to the locked bedroom from last night.
The locked door opened to a dungeon, a cage in the centre of it, a cage which, without words, Cunt realized would be her home for at least part of the day. The professional woman opened the cage door and slowly eased her into it. “You alright, pet?” she asked. Cunt nodded silently and lay there on her bound breasts, her hands behind her, waiting for things to start. It took a while—how long, she was not sure—until the doorbell rang and people could be heard entering the house. Cunt just lay there, partially for aesthetic reasons, partially because she couldn’t move.
“Ladies, welcome,” the professional woman said, as she led in two other, equally professional looking women. Obviously, names were not going to be here, so Cunt simply differentiated them by their hair, one a big-haired blonde, the other a fiery boxed-colour redhead. With the arrival of these women, the professional woman’s face looked less kind. Well, that’s inaccurate. She attempted to look less kind, even though the kindness was still there, occasionally betraying her stern look. “Here is our toy,” she continued, as she opened the cage and allowed Cunt to exit. She had clearly not thought this out very well—maybe she was still new at this—because Cunt’s bound hands made her exit near impossible. The two new women didn’t have any love for Cunt, however, as the blonde walked over and, taking a firm grip of her thick hair, pulled her out of the cage. The professional woman showed a look of empathy but quickly hid it, instructing the other women on how things would go today.
“Ladies, I recommend the cunnilingus course to begin with, followed by a bit of corporal punishment, humiliation, what have you, and completing with a nice old-fashioned orgy,” the professional woman suggested. All Cunt could think was, wow, she is such a dork, but she was still ready, willing and able to please, expertly shown by the sticking out of her tongue through her ring gag, as great an invitation as possible.
Her message clearly came through loud and clear as the blonde woman jumped on her face as if it was a children’s ride outside of a grocery store. She began to grind, but soon became aware of the magic quality of Cunt’s tongue. “Where did you find her,” she exclaimed at the professional woman, who simply responded with a coy look. As soon as she had cum, the redhead took her turn, followed by the professional woman, who knew exactly what to expect. As soon as they had all cum for the first time that day, they walked out of the room, Cunt unsure as to the reason why; surely this wasn’t the end of it.
Well, she got her answer when the three very professional looking women returned in what could best be described as much less professional attire. Her hostess had traded in her slip for a full body leather outfit that accentuated her curves just as the suit had, mainly through the bare sides, sides threatening to expose everything with a snap of one thin strap, allowing a look at what you could not touch unless you were at her feet (and even then, only if you were good!) Her blonde friend was now wearing much, really, attempting to fit her ample tits and fat ass into a one-piece see-through silk number which would have been see-through no matter what with all the stretching it was doing. She topped it off with a thin half-jacket as if that would do anything to keep her from looking like that neighbourhood mom who was always smoking cigarettes on the front lawn and hitting on anything that moved. The redhead, not to be outdone, stepped out in essentially nothing, making the blonde seem like a mourning widow with her cupless bra, dainty thong and silk stockings. Two things were immediately obvious to Cunt: her mistresses for the day did not coordinate their outfits ahead of time and today was gonna be a fun day. Cunt was soaking wet, but this was not even remarkable to her anymore. Perhaps it was the spot on her panties, the drool on her ring or just a look in her eyes, but the three women immediately realized that Cunt was ready to go and they didn’t appreciate being hurried, which explained the appearance of the crops. Cunt was lifted by the three women, each grabbing whatever came to hand, whether a clamped nipple or a patch of hair and lifted Cunt to her bound feet so she could have her bound hands attached to a waiting ceiling anchor. Cunt was at once immobile and available. The blonde and redhead who had just entered her life had no problem whipping her mercilessly, whether on her bound tits or plump ass. Every time she used her remaining energy to turn, the crops simply changed location. There was no escape and no mercy. Well, maybe a bit of mercy. Her original mistress was holding back. Cunt assumed that she was worried about hurting her so she gave her a sly nod to suggest that it is okay, that she could hurt her if she wished. But, no, that wasn’t it. The professional woman was simply thinking a few steps ahead. After having a eureka moment, she left the room, returning with a cattle prod and, somehow much scarier, something which could unreasonably be referred to as a butt plug.
Her hostess walked up to her and pressed herself up against Cunt’s body, just like last night, but with quite a bit more menace involved. “Are you still my good girl,” she asked to which Cunt fearfully nodded, trying to not let the fear show and obviously failing. This failure really seemed to do it for her hostess, who gave out an involuntary moan before taking the butt plug and sticking its very tip into her mouth; “we’re gonna need you to lubricate this” was her stated reason, perhaps a bit too sadistic for Cunt’s comfort. The blonde walked over and untied Cunt’s hands, roughly forcing her to the ground, sitting on her back and holding her arms back. Meanwhile, her hostess was standing behind her. Cunt’s dress had slid around enough to be useless already, but her hostess still had to pull her thong down to try to force the plug in, affording her a bit of lubrication but not quite sure how much would be necessary. When Cunt began squirm, her hostess took the cattle prod and zapped her on her right butt cheek, eliciting a massive howl.
Cunt immediately realized her mistake! Suddenly, all three women wanted a turn with the prod. Who needs a full asshole when you can make someone scream in agony? Zap! Cunt screamed and screamed with each shock, until she couldn’t scream anymore and began to cry. Her hostess, a confusing figure indeed, kept switching between torturing her like an enemy combatant and reminding her that she could use a safe word, but Cunt was strong. Eventually, the women became bored of Cunt’s screams and used her broken down state to slowly shove the gigantic butt plug into her asshole. Cunt would have screamed at any other moment, but all she could muster during her violation was weak moans and groans.
The redhead, somehow feeling like she didn’t have enough involvement, decided that she had to punish Cunt for this. Her punishment idea involved a paddle and Cunt’s pink ass. Fifty Smacks? A hundred? Dealer’s choice. Cunt was taken over her knee and given hard smacks on her behind until two things became sore: her ass and her spanker’s arm. Upon the completion of this spanking, the three women looked at each other. Cunt was hoping that this meant that they had run out of ways to punish her and they could just fuck her for the rest of the day, but no. This was a knowing look that said, well, it appears to be lunch time. The women had decided that they would go out to eat so they left Cunt where she was while they got changed. All three women returned with a very traditional-looking picnic basket and long jackets that did the double-duty of looking stylish and covering them up. When Cunt awaited her cover-up, she was humiliated to learn that there was none. Would she be staying home? Nope. That’s when she noticed the collar.
Collared and leashed, Cunt was walked outside, bound, practically naked, a giant butt plug up her ass, drool running from her mouth, attempting to cover herself with a dress that seemed to have less fabric than a handkerchief, being forced to crawl for three dominant women’s sick pleasure. She could not believe this was happening. This was the rich part of town and people seemed to do whatever the fuck their twisted minds wanted, but that didn’t make this any less embarrassing for Cunt, who didn’t want to be seen in such a situation. The trip finally ended at the park, where Cunt realized a large gathering was going on. Perhaps if I stay perfectly quiet, they won’t see me, she thought to herself, before that dream was ruined by a loudmouth blonde screaming “who wants to play with our whore.” Somehow everyone running over would have been less embarrassing than the actual result: total indifference.
Upon settling down, her gag was removed and she was allowed to sit down on the grass near the three women who sat on a bench. Sandwiches were pulled from the basket for the three women who waited for Cunt to look at them in search of her meal, so they could take pleasure in seeing her face when she realized that her meal would be table scraps, whatever she could beg from them. Cunt had definitely lost her pride in the last few days, so she had no problem with begging, but these women didn’t just want her without pride; they wanted her humiliated. Cunt got on her knees and began to loudly plead for some sustenance, explaining that she is a lowly beggar and a potential petty criminal and that she needed their help to live another day so she could sell her body to the highest bidder. She really got deep into her own fear of poverty for this performance and it worked: she got crusts and chewed up food and even the occasional sandwich segment thrown in front of her so she could eat them. Of course, the issue with such public humiliation is that it is so public. Cunt’s insistence on being so loud caught the attention of a man who was sitting nearby making a phone call, who felt the need to come over and chastise her. “I don’t care what you do in the privacy of your own crack den, but when you’re in my park, I demand a bit of respect and for you to put your disgusting gash away, you fucking slut.” Cunt loved name calling, but the fact that this was coming from a place of legitimate anger seemed to bother her quite a bit. She looked at her mistresses for support, but they looked away as if they had never met this woman whose leash they were holding. Cunt dropped her head and quietly apologized, but this crank of an old man was not taking an apology. He kept insisting that she was everything that was wrong with this country or that her parents would die if they saw what a worthless piece of meat she had become. This seemed likely to go on forever if her hostess did not break in with a quick “do you want her to suck your cock, because she will.” Cunt couldn’t be certain, but this definitely seemed more like a rescue attempt than an actual offer, working quite well and sending the crank away, grumbling.
“Alright, ladies, time to go home,” her hostess said and all three stood and began walking, Cunt crawling behind them. Halfway home, the blonde realized that she needed to piss immediately and asked Cunt to come with her to be a lookout while she pissed behind a house. As Cunt sat there looking out, she realized her true purpose as warm liquid suddenly rained down her forehead. “Open your mouth,” she yelled, as Cunt did as she was asked and tasted her piss. For some reason, this was what went too far for Cunt, as she lay her head down on the filthy ground below her and began bawling. She genuinely thought she couldn’t be broken and yet, it was this golden liquid that did it. Seeing her guest crying brought that sweet woman who had helped Cunt back into her hostess, who ran over and sat down next to Cunt, holding her head in her hands.
“What’s wrong, pet?” she asked, not seeming the slightest bit sarcastic.
“I don’t know,” Cunt cried, “that old guy was really mean and then she pissed on my head and…and…” being all she could get out before sobbing again. The two other women surrounded Cunt to check in on her.
“Do you want to end the scene?” her mistress asked.
“No,” Cunt said, “I just need a little break.”
At hearing this, the hostess took off Cunt’s collar, allowed her to stand back up and walked her home with the other two women trailing behind. Upon their arrival, Cunt’s hostess took off all of Cunt’s various clothes and bindings, wrapped her up in a thick blanket and sat her on her couch while she prepared her a meal. The other two women sat in their own spots, looking at their phones, dealing with various matters that permeate their day-to-day lives. Cunt was kind of fascinated by this, if she was being honest, the fact that these tough sadistic women were probably working on a presentation for Monday. After eating her meal and feeling ready to go again, Cunt accepted a continuation of the scene, with a new understanding as to why you never respond to questions of limits with “whatever you want.”
Cunt, her skin somehow still red from all the whippings and spankings, was led to the bedroom where she began her day and tied to the bed where she slept: she had somehow missed the restraints, but she wasn’t really looking for them. Her hands were tied above her head, which led to expect a spread-eagle position, but then her feet were tied to the same place, leaving her wide-open. She had an idea what was about to happen, confirmed by the exit of the three women and their reappearances, completely nude, sporting massive erections: well, massive strap-ons, but you get it. The blonde went first, imitating the numerous bits of rough porn she had obviously seen in her life. Mounting Cunt’s helpless frame, she stuck her cock into Cunt’s cunt and started pumping away like a jackhammer. Cunt would hate to admit it, but she actually got off on this. Maybe it was because of this woman’s resemblance to her childhood friend’s mom, but something did it for her. She was next mounted by the redhead, who moved in her more slowly, but definitely made up for it with her choice of dildo. Next came her hostess who mounted her with purpose but found herself too enamoured by Cunt to fuck her like the toy she was meant to be. Holding her body against her own, the hostess began pumping away in Cunt while kissing her deeply and passionately. The other women complained that this wasn’t fucking, that this was making love, but Cunt enjoyed her cock more than anyone else’s.
“Alright, lift her up,” the blonde demanded, “I want her to taste her cunt off of our cocks. That’s always my favourite part in the movies.”
Cunt was lifted onto her trembling knees, where three plastic colourful cocks were shoved into her face, in and out of her throat, in and out of her cheeks, smacked against her tongue and lips and nose and forehead, attacking her from all directions.
“What next,” asked the redhead, pulling out her phone and giving away one of the three women’s biggest secrets: the list of activities they wanted to try out. “Well, this just has fisting and Hitachi that we haven’t tried.”
“Ooh, tie her back up,” the blonde demanded, walking away to search for a latex glove. She returned and excitedly began fingering Cunt’s asshole. What none of them considered, however, was how much a giant butt plug would ruin the fun of a fisting. While Cunt still felt all of their fists in her asshole, the act of doing it wasn’t much of a struggle, which made the women mad. Mad enough to attach their brand-new Hitachi magic wand to Cunt’s clit and leave her to go get changed.
Once the women returned from the changing room, having dressed back down to their street clothes, and turned off the wand, Cunt was a shivering, sweaty mess, having obviously come way more times than she was comfortable with. As the women exchanged pleasantries, Cunt attempted to breathe normally again. The blonde, a woman who Cunt was convinced hated her, gave her a sweet peck on the cheek: “thanks for being such a lovely toy,” she said. Cunt attempted to reply, “I enjoyed it quite a bit,” but could only muster an “inj” before shivering once more. The blonde woman smiled at this, feeling like her mission had been accomplished, and stepped out. The redhead, looking so much more motherly in her street clothes grabbed Cunt in a bearhug and squeezed her before saying “I had a lovely time” and leaving.
“You were a huge hit,” Cunt’s hostess said, back in her slip, laying on the bed and holding Cunt in her embrace once again, so she could calm down. It was obvious that she was having trouble letting go of her sadistic impulses every time she reached down and rubbed Cunt’s clit to hear her pained moans, but those impulses slowly went away. As soon as Cunt appeared cognizant again, her hostess lifted her onto her trembling baby giraffe legs and walked her downstairs so they could have dinner together. After a wonderful dinner, the two went back up to bed. However, it soon became apparent that this set-up was coming to an end.
“You can sleep here tonight,” Cunt’s hostess told her, “but I’m afraid you have to leave first thing in the morning, because my wife is coming back from her trip tomorrow.” Before Cunt could put two and two together, the professional woman added “we have an understanding, my wife and I.”
“However,” she continued, “I would like to give you one of my dresses and a pair of shoes to wear and a bit of money to hold you off for a while. I don’t want to throw you back on the street, but…”
Cunt stopped her right there. “You’ve already helped me so much,” she said. The two lay in bed, Cunt in the professional woman’s embrace until the morning came. Before she could awake, Cunt grabbed the dress—it has pockets—the shoes and her stuff and stepped outside before the professional woman could wake up. Getting dressed as she walked down the street, to the shock and titillation of early morning joggers, Cunt put on her adorable white sun dress, wore the first pair of shoes she had worn in days and took the tracker out of her shorts and placed it in her dress. She was ready to go.
Hoping Mistress wouldn’t mind, Cunt threw the tube top and short skirt in a nearby dumpster and walked to the rich people park where an early morning yoga class served as the backdrop to her nap.
**End note: if you made it to the end of this chapter, congrats! I think this one may be my longest chapter. Let me know what you think!**
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