Sabrina: The Story of a Sex Slave PART 3 [BDSM, M/f, Reluc, NC]

*Part 3! Thank you all for following along and providing your feedback. I hope you enjoy it! As always, PMs open!*

When I heard the jangle of keys outside of my cell, I knew what to do. On my knees, thighs spread, arms at my side and tits out. I scrambled to get in Position One before Nathaniel had a reason to punish me. 

My new life was not what I expected, but it had its appeals. I had given up on fighting it weeks ago when training first began. I was almost disappointed that I would soon be sold, away from the institution and Nathaniel. But I was hesitant to begin today. In the recent past, my training hadn’t been so extreme. Some endurance, some anal, some deepthroating, but nothing I found particularly challenging. I had been praised for my sensitivity and tight pussy and eagerness to please, but scolded often due to a distaste for anal and gagging on cock. At the thought, I winced as my black and blue ass pressed into my heels. I had been punished harshly the other day when I refused Geoffrey’s cock due to a sore throat. I suffered dearly for that.

My favorite days were those when I was rewarded. I hoped I could please the masters enough for today to be one of those days. My heart thundered in my chest and I was filled with trepidation as I remembered what Nathaniel said to me yesterday.

*“Your training is progressing well, slave. It’s time to test your true breaking point.”*
I shuddered. He had ordered me a hot bath and a filling meal to prepare me, as well as a massage from a house slave. I had cum twice from the gentle touch. 

The cell door creaked open, and I straightened my back. Rachel, a vision in her collar and heels, clipped the leash to my similar necklace. I wondered if she had been trained in female pleasure as I had, and if I would ever get to sample her talents. I felt my pussy throb and drip a little.

I crawled on my hands and knees dutifully behind her as she led me to the training room. She rapped thrice on the door, and open it swung. Nathaniel stood, as powerful and intriguing as ever, before me. Rachel handed him the leash, and left, closing the door behind her. I gulped.

“Position Two, slave,” Nathaniel commanded. On wobbly legs, I stood and positioned myself as he commanded.

“My friends,” he said suddenly, voice booming. 

Friends? I tried to think one step ahead of him, before a little voice reminded me of my training. It’s best not to think at all. My mind is nothing but putty in a man’s hands, and it is his for the taking. A lack of thought is a desirable quality in a slave. 

On cue, a back door creaked, and out stepped Geoffrey, and two naked girls. One I recognized as the girl in the cell from my first day here. Her kinky black hair cascaded down her shoulders. She had small tits with brown nipples that stood erect, but her chocolatey skin was breathtaking. She wore nothing but her collar, similar to the redheaded girl next to her. She had gray eyes and freckled skin, and straight hair that brushed her round ass. They were beautiful. They were slaves.

“Today, Sabrina, we will see what a slut you truly are,” Nathaniel said. He paced around me in a circle, beckoning to Geoffrey and the other slaves. I did my best to keep myself from shaking. “You will be tested, and duly prepared for your life ahead of you.”

Nathaniel drew close to me from behind, wrapping my honey-blond curls in his hand. With his other, he palmed my large breasts, twisting and teasing my pink nipples. I gasped a little. The warmth of his callous hands flooded my pussy.

“I’m almost sad to see you go, my darling. But I am more excited to see my paycheck.” He chuckled to himself, and I heard Geoffrey do the same.

Geoffrey terrified me. I had heard whispers in the bathrooms and from the house slaves of what a cruel trainer he is. Of course, I knew that the institution prohibited permanent damage of property and very rarely the drawing of blood, but I’ve heard Geoffrey toes the line. I’ve seen girls that are practically unidentifiable when he is through. Still, I thought, great pain only leads to the appreciation of a greater pleasure. I just hoped to stay on his good side today. He had never fucked me; I had only Nathaniel’s cock abuse my pussy and ass, but I had sucked Geoffrey off. He did not taste or feel as good as Nathaniel.

“Tie her up, whores,” Nathaniel commanded. The girls strutted to me and led me by the hands to the red ropes hanging from the ceiling. I gulped again. I hated being strung up like meat at a shop, but I knew it was symbolic of what I was. Fuckmeat.

They strung my hands through the loops and tightened them. I flexed my fingers, testing my bonds. The girls did the same to my ankles, and I heard Geoffrey pull the lever, lifting me six inches off the ground, spread eagled with my arms above my head. I whimpered.

“Is she wet?” Nathaniel asked. I couldn’t contain a yelp of surprise when the redheaded girl plunged her middle finger into my pussy. 

“Yes, sir,” she said. I watched as she removed her hand and hungrily sucked her finger clean of my juices. She didn’t break eye contact.

Behind me, a buzzing sound clouded my brain. A vibrator. Geoffrey came in front of me, his monstrosity of a cock already out. 

“Ashley, on her left, and Maia, on her right.” 

I watched as the redhead Maia and the brown-skinned Ashley assumed their positions. Geoffrey moved towards me, spitting on the head of the vibrator and pushing it onto my clit. I sighed.

“Who are you, slut?” He asked me. My heart skipped a beat as I thanked God I knew the answer.

“I am yours, master,” I breathed, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over me.

“And what are you, slut?”

“I am worthless, master. I am your slave. I am yours,” I repeated. Geoffrey nodded. Soft hands caressed my breasts and stomach. I turned my head as Maia kissed me, deeply. Ashley dipped to her knees, between my legs, and I cried out as her tongue began lapping at my slit.

“Very good,” Geoffrey laughed. I looked around for Nathaniel, my master, my trainer, and found him at the boudoir. I hated that thing. He had selected what appeared to be a dildo on a stick. I shuddered to think of what hole he would fill with it. It was huge.

“Who do you serve, slut?” Geoffrey’s commandeering voice caught me off guard. I hesitated.

“WHO DO YOU SERVE, SLUT?” Geoffrey bellowed. At his obvious anger, Maia slapped me hard across the face. Ashley removed her honeyed tongue and instead, slapped my pussy even harder than Maia. A tear slipped down my cheek.

“Forgive me, master! I serve my master, and whoever he commands me to.” Ashley and Maia commenced their caressing of my body, sending shockwaves of electricity up and down my spine. I was having difficulty concentrating. My eyes fluttered shut and my head rolled back when –

“NOOOO!” I screamed as Nathaniel forced the black dildo into my ass. Anal training had given me the blessed reflex of relaxing my walls and surrendering my ass to him, but nothing can prepare me for the pain. He slowly, agonizingly, pushed the dildo on the end of his stick farther up my ass, plowing me into the vibrator. I could not escape the orgasm building up inside of me. Suddenly, another stinging slap against my poor abused pussy and a sudden sharp pain as Maia bit my nipple, hard.

“Do you dare deny your master of your disgusting asshole, slut?” Geoffrey barked, his spit hitting me in the face.

“Forgive me, master!” I squeaked. My senses were going into overdrive. Ashley plunged her tongue into my greedy hole and licked my sopping wet cunt  lips as Maia tenderly stroked my milky white skin. The pain as the dildo stretched my ass did not compare to the pleasure I felt as it filled me, and the steady vibrations against my clit brought me close to orgasm. “May I cum, master?” I begged Geoffrey breathlessly. Nathaniel increased his pace in fucking my ass with the dildo, and my toes curled.

“You are forbidden from cumming until I say so. Save your breath,” Geoffrey spat. “Your master will have little consideration of your pleasure. You must get used to it.”

I moaned helplessly. My pussy throbbed and ached. Edging truly would be the end of me. I needed to cum.

All at once, the dildo was withdrawn from my ass, Maia and Ashley stood up and wiped their mouths, and the vibrator switched off. I let out a wordless sob. For a moment, they left me hanging there, pussy red and swollen, dripping a puddle of juices onto the floor, and ass gaping. My head hung. This was my life now, I reminded myself. And I loved it.

I allowed myself to be untied and followed Geoffrey obediently on my hands and knees to where he commanded me: the fucking machine.

I began to stand, and was stopped with the sting of Geoffrey’s boot to my side.

“Stay,” he said. I could only watch, out of breath, as he adjusted the machine so that the large dildo faced me directly. I stared it down, and prepared myself for the throat fucking of my life.

Without him asking, I opened my mouth to grant it access. I was glad I did. Geoffrey reached over and stuck his finger into my cunt, feeling my wetness and even lightly touching my g-spot. I swear, I almost came then and there. 

“Good little slut,” he said, spanking my ass as he removed his hand. I didn’t even wince.

“Maia,” Geoffrey said. True to her master’s wishes, she turned on the machine. My eyes closed as it began forcing itself down my throat. I accepted it eagerly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nathaniel fall back onto the chaise lounge, idly stroking his cock. I tried to focus on the task at hand, as one of the girls began licking my stretched asshole – I couldn’t discern which – and Geoffrey straddled me to fondle my tits. Like a petulant child, I furrowed my brow as I drooled all over my chin and the dildo, wishing it was me who was touching Nathaniels’s beautiful cock. 

I heard a click, and opened my eyes to see Ashley speeding up the machine. It began fucking faster, harder, and I barely refrained from gagging as I took it deeper into my throat. Maia pushed a finger into my ass and began twisting it around. Ashley started rubbing her clit as she watched, biting her lip at the pathetic sight of me.

This continued until tears were streaming down my cheeks and Maia had three fingers in my ass, when suddenly, Geoffrey commanded me to stop.

“On the cot,” he said. “Position three.”

I lay on my back on the cot, my knees up on either side of my chest, my arms wrapped around them, baring my fuckholes for the world to see. Without warning, Geoffrey plunged his cock into my mouth as Maia stuck two fingers into my pussy. I moaned around his cock, hoping to get him to cum quickly so that I might fully enjoy Maia’s expert fingers. He rocked back and forth slightly as I ran my tongue along his shaft. I reached up to cup his balls, heavy and warm, in my hand, urging him along.

“Maia,” he said, and at his word, Maia thrust another finger in me and began fucking me with her hand. I whined again. Geoffrey slowed, holding himself in me for longer. It was a test, to see if I would gag, as I had so often. I felt a sense of pride when his balls lay on my forehead and I had his cock fully in my mouth. Geoffrey said Maia’s name again, and she slipped in a fourth finger. I was stretched, surely, but I wasn’t filled. I ached for a proper dick in my pussy. I continued sucking fervently as Geoffry picked up the pace. Once again, he said her name, and Maia added a fifth and final finger. I had never been fisted, and so I cried out loudly when she was wrist deep in me. I heard Ashley moan softly, and she asked Geoffrey:

“Please sir, may I cum?”

“Of course, my dear,” Geoffrey said, his voice sickly sweet. I watched indignantly as Ashley came on her own hand. She was quick about it, and didn’t squirt like I could. Why couldn’t I cum? I was just as angered when Ashley walked over, wiping her hand on my stomach. Geoffrey laughed as he twitched in my mouth.

“She’s a little cum slut, isn’t she,” he mused. Ashley nodded, recovering from her ill-deserved orgasm. One final time I took his cock deep down my throat as he emptied his load into my mouth. I swallowed it as he came and licked his head clean in just a few seconds. 

“Yes, sir, I am,” I said eagerly, hoping he would allow me to cum all over Maia’s dainty fingers.

“Maia,” Geoffrey said, and I felt a sudden rush of joy before she removed her hand in one swift motion. I whimpered defeatedly. I held my position as Geoffrey patted my head, almost affectionately. “I am done with you, slut. You have proved your capabilities.” My heart soared at his praise, but I couldn’t believe training was done. This was nothing extreme at all. “Girls,” he said. 

They once again took my hands, and let me to the Sybian. Was I going to be allowed to cum? I could have shrieked from excitement. I silently willed them to tie me onto the thing faster. Once they did, I braced myself for the steady vibrations. Instead, they stood up, and left.

“Wha-” I breathed. Geoffrey looked over me once more, and left too, zipping his cock into his pants. I watched him pinch Ashley’s ass on the way out.

“Well, well, well,” Nathaniel’s deep voice reverberated in the room. My head snapped up. Could it be? 

“You’ve pleased Geoffrey, and that is not easy. I can’t say I’m surprised, with that sopping pink cunt of yours…” Involuntarily, I clenched my pussy at his words. My blood sang as he traced a finger from my navel to my slit. “And those delicious tits,” he said, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “And your red mouth.” He raised his lips to mine and kissed me, deeply. “Goodnight, my darling Sabrina.” He pressed something long and cold into my hand. I looked – it was one of those electric wands. He had turned it on. When it touched me, it administered a painful shock. I didn’t particularly like it. “I’m turning the Sybian on now, and you may cum. But everytime that you do, you must shock yourself here.” He guided my hand and inverted it so the tip of the wand pointed directly at my clit. I muffled my cry when he thrust it between my lips, shocking my swollen clit. “And you must count how many times you do, and tell me the exact number in the morning.”

“In the morning, sir?” I whimpered.

“Sleep well, my darling, if you can.”

With that, he turned the machine on as promised. As he left the training room, my torture chamber, my safe haven, he flicked off the light, leaving me in darkness. I knew better than to protest, but fear gripped my heart. My pussy twitched when the door shut behind him, and so soon, I came all over the Sybian. I winced as I trained the wand onto my clit, and allowed it to shock me. I gasped at the pain, and then said aloud,

“One.”

*Thanks for reading! The next part will be about the auction, where Sabrina is sampled by many men and bought by her new master. He will take her home and show her what her life will be like. That should be the end of this story! Let me know what you all think.*

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