The Customer Is Always Right (an Institution story) [mf] [bondage] [cnc]

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*

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A convention had rolled into town with one of the panels being a large group of Handlers who decided to stay at a local hotel. The hotel owner, who was a fan of the Institution and their work, saw a business opportunity and was hoping to get a good word in for his hotel to become an associate with the Institution. Implementing slaves into their services and get that financial boost he so desperately needed. However, before he could get a word in with a Handler, they demanded a slave to be sent to their room. Mistaking his hotel for one that was already signed up with the Institution. Try as he might, he couldn’t convince the Handler that his hotel didn’t provide such services. But as he saw his young front desk worker Daphne clocking in, he saw his golden ticket.

He finally managed to convince the Handler that they only had one slave available, but she was a fine slave and was labeled as a fighter. Trying to convince the Handler that they needed more funds or donations of other slaves. The Handler said he’d talk to his bosses depending on how much of a fighter the slave truly was. And so the wheels were set in motion. Unbeknownst to Daphne, her boss snuck up behind her and knocked her out with some chloroform. She’d wake up with the biggest headache, realizing in horror the disposition she was now in. She found herself unable to speak, having tape covering her mouth. Unable to move as her body was tied to a luggage cart. Feeling the rope rub against her skin and worse of all, between her legs and the lips of her pussy. Wearing a sleazy outfit that was partially transparent and showed off her nipples. Along with high thigh stockings that accentuated her legs. She looked up to see her boss pushing the cart down the hallway and began to thrash and scream. Pleading with her boss to let her go despite her muffled voice. All of her actions ignored as the man was focused on the future of his hotel more than Daphne’s safety and concern. Until the two finally arrived to the room. Daphne looking up in horror as the Handler opened the door. Shirtless. Sporting his muscular feature, but still having a bit of a gut.

“About time you showed up.” His voice bellowing as he too ignored Daphne’s intense squirming and stifled screaming.

“Apologizes. Please do enjoy our serv-” The Handler having already pulled Daphne inside and shutting the door. Walking away as if he didn’t just hand an innocent girl to an Institution Handler.

Inside the room, Daphne continued to scream and wriggle against her bonds. The Handler quickly grew a smirk on his face. Getting aroused from her muffled voiced.

“I’ll have to admit. You are a pretty looking cunt.” As he kneeled down to inspect Daphne’s body. His hand fondling her breasts and ass, squeezing them tightly. Her whines only increasing his arousal.

Daphne didn’t give up though. She tried everything she could to get the Handler’s attention. To let him know that this whole situation was huge misunderstanding. By some miracle it worked. Daphne’s pleading eyes and unrelenting whining was enough to annoy the Handler into ripping off her taped mouth.

“What the fuck is it slut?”

“I’m not a slave! My boss is lying to you!” Giving everything she had to convincing this man of what she wasn’t.

But the look he gave was not one Daphne had hoped for. A look of shock or even mild annoyance that he was lied to. Instead what she got was a dastardly smirk.

“You’re telling me that your boss lied to me? That you’re not really a slave? That I should what? Let you go?” His voice was cold. Smooth and steady. As if he was telling some sort of scary story around a campfire. It sent shivers down Daphne’s spine.

“Um….yeah….” Was all that Daphne could muster.

“Let me hit you with two outcomes here cunt.” Leaning in to grab at the back of Daphne’s hair as his voice got lower, scaring Daphne into a silent state that didn’t dare interrupt him. “Either one. You think I’m going to buy all that bullshit you just peddled. I’ve trained so many slaves and they all could win an Oscar with their performances. After all, he said you were a fighter and it wouldn’t surprise me one bit how much you’d be willing to lie to get out of a fucking you so desperately deserve.”

“Or two.” He leans in further, his mouth right up against Daphne’s ear. His voice shaking her body to it’s very core as it crawled to an aggressive whisper. “You are telling the truth, but you really think I’m going to admit I was had? Let a set of three fuck holes embarrass me like that?”

Daphne could feel her face getting flush from the realization of how much trouble she was truly in. This was not a man she could reason with. The only hope left of getting out this room was her last ditch effort of survival.

“HEL-” An attempt to scream that was quickly silenced when the man struck her face with the palm of his hand.

“AHHHH OH MY GOD! HE-” Another strike that left a ringing inside her ear.

Daphne hunched over with the only thing supporting her being the ropes tied to the cart. It was enough of a distraction before she looked up and saw that the man had whipped out his cock with the most dastardly smile on his face. He grabbed at the back of Daphne’s head and guided his soft cock towards her mouth. Daphne naturally resisted, turning her head away from the man’s genitalia.

“No! NO! FUCK YOU! HEL- AHHHH”

The man had grabbed a handful of Daphne’s hair and pulled hard backwards. It was enough of an opening as Daphne screamed for him to thrust all of his cock inside her mouth. Daphne felt a cold chill run down her spine as she felt the man’s immense cock slide into her mouth and begin to expand from feeling her warm inside. She wanted to bite down so badly. Fight back in the best way possible, but something was stopping her. Whether it was from the innate fear of wounding another human being like that. To feel their blood inside her mouth for the first time. Or the innate fear of what would happen to her if she did. What this man would do to her. She felt herself getting numb, keeping her mouth opening and allowing the man to fuck her mouth with no regards to her ability to breath. Relishing in her gags as she winced every time he thrusted passed the back of her mouth and down her throat. Farther than any cock before.

“I knew you were a slave. You take cock like one.” The man taunted as he continued to thrust back and forth while holding Daphne’s head.

He continued his onslaught as drool began to build up around Daphne’s mouth and his cock. Occasionally taking delight in his sadistic nature by thrusting hard and not pulling out. Depriving Daphne of precious air. He looked down with a glint in his eye. Amused by Daphne’s face getting red from the lack of air. Her eyes furrow in anger as she looked up as if she was threatening to bite down. A moment that never came. He continued to deny Daphne the chance to breath to remind her who was in charge. That even something as simple as breathing, was in his control. Until finally, the man pulled out enough to cum inside Daphne’s mouth. She felt her first tear running down her cheek as the warm fluid flooded the inside of her mouth and began to spill out around the man’s cock.

She thought it was the end, that she’d be sent back to her boss and tell him that she was excellent service, but the man continued to thrust. Her eyes widened as she looked up at the man’s inherent desire to torture a slave. More thrust and more moments of chocking on cock. Daphne was coughing up cum and drool every time he pulled out. Making a mess all over her chest and the cart she was on. He cam inside her mouth once again, only this time reminding her of what she was.

“Swallow it all bitch. Good slaves don’t waste cum and if I see single drop fall from your chin, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

They were words that Daphne believed and she had no choice but to swallow this depraved man’s cum. Shamed of herself tasting the man’s salty and bitter fluid sliding down her throat and into her stomach. Making her feel as if she’d puke right then and there. Surely, this had to be the end, right? Daphne had never been with a man that lasted more than two rounds, but she wasn’t in the presence of any kind of man. She had a Handler in front of her. He pulled out a knife and began to undo her bonds.

Daphne felt her heart beat picking up as the man cut rope after rope. This was it. This was the moment she could try and make for the door. She acted as if she was tired and defeated. Allowing her body to go limb until the man cut the last piece of rope that held her to the cart. She swung and struck at the man’s face, trying hard to claw at his skin and distract him with as much pain as possible. She thought she had succeeded as the man covered his face and shouted. She bolted for the door, but wasn’t even about to turn the handle before large arms wrapped themselves around her body.

“Where do you think you’re going pretty!”

The man pulled Daphne away from the door with great force. Her fingers slipping away from the handle.

“NO! HE-” Another attempt to shout thwarted when the man’s hand slammed down around her mouth.

“The owner was right. You are a fighter.”

Daphne kicked and thrashed as the man carried her back into the hotel room and towards the bed. She looked down in horror and finally noticed just how large this man’s cock was as it seemingly got larger. Swinging around between her legs. Pulsating and radiating heat. Having no idea her efforts to try and escape were only fueling his desire for her body. Her world felt like it was going silent as the man picked her up high and slammed her down onto the bed face down.

Daphne felt the sudden rush of adrenaline through her body. She knew what was about to happen and had to give it her all to try and prevent it. To escape this nightmare. She tried to bite at the man’s fingers, but his grip was so tight around her jaw that she couldn’t even physically open it. Only managing to spit all over his fingers. She jerked her body, trying so desperately to knock him off of her, but it was another futile attempt. He was too heavy. She flailed her arms and legs around. Her last and only attempt to try and harm the man before he could do what he was trying to do. Her efforts to try and claw at the man’s arm that was silencing her became pointless as the man was capable of grabbing each of her wrists and pinning them down in front of her. Her ankles expertly hooked by his feet as he forced her legs wide open. He moved his hand away from her mouth and moved it down. She tried to scream one last time, but his crushing weight made it impossible.

Everything was in slow motion after that. She could feel his cock between her legs throbbing. His hand moving down both of their bodies until it found itself between her legs. Pulling the fabric from her provocative one piece outfit to the side and exposing her pussy. Finally allowing the man’s cock to make direct contact with her lower lips. She began to cry, not because there was nothing she could do, but because she couldn’t fight the feeling anymore. How much her body had betrayed her. The entire time she had been getting more and more aroused. She didn’t have much time to ponder why she was enjoying this so much before the man grabbed hold of his cock and guided it inside her pussy. Not a second of foreplay as inch by inch of his cock thrusted inside her until he was balls deep. Daphne moaned loudly as a cock went deeper inside her pussy than ever before. Her body naturally tightening around it.

“That’s it. Lay there and take it like a good cunt.” The man taunted as he began to thrust in and out of her pussy. Making sure she got every inch of his cock. Leaning in to lick up the tears she had shed.

Daphne felt the weight of the Handler on top of her with every thrust. Moaning and groaning, unable to stop herself from getting more and more turned on. Her pussy clenching at his cock as if it didn’t want it to leave her pussy. The sounds of her arousal more apparent that made the Handler mock her more. Telling her that she was a natural slave. Born to be one. Words that burrowed deep into her mind and subconscious. There was no stopping him as he cam deep inside her. Breaching her cervix and flooding her womb. An intense pleasure that made Daphne clench her teeth and cause her eyes to roll back as she orgasmed from the degradation of it all. An intense pleasure that washed over her body like a wave, wrapping around her mind. Cementing the Handler’s words into her brain like a seed buried in soil.

The rest of the night the Handler would have his way with her. Fucking her pussy or mouth as he pleased. Daphne had no more fight in her to scream, but every now and then the Handler would fall asleep with his arm wrapped around her tiny frame. She’d try to run for it, but her body was too weak. She only succeeded in waking up the beast who would proceed to beat, spanking and punish her. Fucking her into an ecstasy filled oblivion until he had no choice but to tie her ankles and wrists together. That night, Daphne wouldn’t get any sleep as the man hugged her tight. His cock still hard and inside her pussy. An occasional twitch and instinctual thrust that would make her moan ever so quietly.

The next two weeks were hell on earth for Daphne. The Handler was so impressed by the hotel owner’s slave that he lent her out to all the other Handlers who were staying over during the convention. A whole two week of Daphne being passed around and fucked in new ways. Toys torturing her body. Her tits. Her pussy and ass. Electricity coursing through her as one Handler corrupted her brain and made her cum from the pain. Another Handler hung like a horse, complimenting her tight pussy as she screamed, looking down in horror as her stomach bulged and her guts were spread to their absolute limit. Passed to a Mistress who took pleasure in taking Daphne’s anal virginity with the biggest strap on she had brought with her. Rewarding Daphne’s good behavior by letting her lick the Mistress’s cunt while she watched her male slave cum deep inside Daphne. Another Handler simply leaving her on a sybian all night, using her cries and moans from multiple forced orgasm as ambience noise to fall asleep to. Cumming over and over again until she surely passed out, only to be awakened with another forced orgasm. That entire time, not a single one of her coworkers noticed she had disappeared or saw her as she was moved from one room to another. Not even when one of the maids walked in to clean a room and opened the closet to find Daphne, unfortunately wearing a leather mask over her face that hid her identity while both of her holes were tormented with vibrators.

The only person who paid noticed to Daphne’s disappearance at the time was her boyfriend. He hadn’t seen or heard from her in days and began to get worried. Finally walking into the hotel, asking if anybody had seen her. His arrival was enough to catch the attention of the hotel manager who had just finished talking to the first Handler about acquire more slaves. He was crafty and was able to convince Daphne’s boyfriend that he too had not seen her in the last couple of days. That she never clocked in. He apologized and escorted the boyfriend out, never knowing that Daphne was three floors above him, getting gang banged and covered in cum.

Daphne never saw the outside of the hotel ever again. The owner got that deal he wanted with the Institution and acquired more slaves to pleasure his guests, but he couldn’t let Daphne go. Not after all that had happened. After all, she knew too much. He’d keep her as a prized slave for the golden suites. Her body played with by the rich elite that now frequented his hotel. Her mind and soul slowly broken as the words the Handler told her had grown throughout her mind, corrupting and rewiring it. Pretty soon, she accepted her new life as a sex slave. Her former life becoming a blur. A distant memory, until she couldn’t even remember she was a free woman at all. With no more fight left in her broken mind, she gladly lapped down any cock or pussy that came her way. Gobbling up her former boss’s cock like it was air as he punched in the numbers on new record profits for that year. Kept in a cage inside his office while whenever he went back home to his wife.

Every week the owner thought about selling Daphne. Some Handlers would even return and offer a pretty penny for the broken young girl, but there was something inherently appealing about keeping the girl who was under his employ. Thinking back to before this new enterprise started. When Daphne started working at the hotel. How sexy she looked. How he made inappropriate advances and was rejected, even threated with legal action. He backed off, but never stopped thinking about it. Realizing now that Daphne was always going to be the girl he’d throw into the lions den. Now that she’s broken, she’ll never leave again. Forever a fucktoy.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12aagq7/the_customer_is_always_right_an_institution_story