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Sophie
by Diomedes (diomedes050465@aol.com)
***
Sophie, a submissive lover is traded into a life of a
total sexual slavery. (M+F, v, tor, orgy)
***
Chapter One
He was her Master, her Lord. That had been together two
years and in that time she had become a total slut for
Him and she knew it – but only a slut for Him, to
everyone else she was still prim and proper. Only He
knew how well trained she had become, and how she
carried his initials tattooed just above her slit where
the hair would have been if she hadn't shaved there
regularly.
There was little that he hadn't used her for or done to
her. He used all of her holes regularly, and had
systematically stretched her ass so that it
accommodated him easily now, as well as the hundred and
one toys he used on her there. Both nipples had been
pierced as had both labia lips, she kept herself fit
and supple with a daily work out at the Gym, she no
longer had or needed any other work.
She actually enjoyed some of the shocked looks she got
in the showers when some of the other members saw her
piercings, although she was always a little more
careful when she had been particularly viciously
whipped for some misdemeanour. She lay on the bed
thinking about all of their "fun", she still hated her
mouth being used as a toilet but He wanted it and she
complied willingly if without pleasure.
In all that time he had never shared her or given her
to anyone else and her only dark fantasy not fulfilled
was to be taken by two or more men, she just wondered
what it would have been like – she might even have told
him that once, early in the relationship but he had
never done anything about it.
Now He had been out of their home all day without
saying a word, leaving only instructions that she was
to shower, ensure she was freshly shaved and remain
naked. No clues to her, but she was a fuck toy and
deserved none.
The phone rang and it was Him.
"Be ready in 40 minutes, we're going out. Put on
stockings & suspenders, the white lacy underwear we
bought last week, a low-cut white cotton loose blouse,
and one of the short black leather skirts. Tarty make-
up"
He hung up, no pleasantries, no conversation. She
looked at her watch, 7:42. Plenty of time but she
hurried to comply with his instructions anyway, no way
was she going to even risk being late.
Twenty-Five minutes later the phone rang again, she was
already prepared.
"Delayed! Grab a taxi and meet me at Keltos Manor on
the Tattershall Road. Tell the security guard you are
Sophie and he'll let you in." Click.
No further explanation again. She knew Keltos Manor, it
was a large stone Eighteenth Century building in its
own grounds. She knew he had some interesting contacts
but she didn't know about this one...
The taxi driver knew the Manor, but then again everyone
did. He stopped at the gate a buzzed the entry-phone.
"Taxi with, What's your Name?"
"Sophie."
"Sophie," he said to the intercom and the electric
gates swung open.
The taxi dropped her in front of the impressive portico
and she saw that the main door stood slightly open in
the summer warmth. She paid the driver and watched him
leave down the drive as she walked up the steps and in
through the door. After all she knew she was expected
and just assumed that this was another of those
parties.
The entrance lobby was warm and brightly lit but with
no one around ? She stopped and could hear voices
through a door to her left. She walked across, her
heels clapping on the marble floor, and opened the
large polished door and walked in confidently, after
all she was expected or they would not have opened the
gate.
She looked around as every eye in the room turned
towards her. There were no women, just men, maybe ten,
maybe fifteen, and she saw that there were more in the
adjacent room, which led off at the far end, all were
in dinner jackets and ties. The room was luxurious,
sofas, tables and pictures on the walls, but no women
concerned her but more concerning was the fact that she
couldn't see Him.
"Ten minutes late, hmm" It was an elegant and
sophisticated man who appeared to be in the most
important – an assessment she made when everyone
deferred to his comment.
He walked towards her and without any foreplay put his
hand straight under her skirt and onto her sex. She
stepped back in some surprise but did so straight into
another man who grabbed the rounded cheeks of her ass.
"What do you think you are do..."
The back of a hand slapped her across the face and a
voice barked, "Shut Up!"
She felt a small trickle of blood from her lip and her
training snapped into place as she slipped into Sub
mode.
Hands dragged her across to the middle of the room and
she saw that there was no way she was going anywhere
that these men didn't allow her to. She saw now that
there were more men and also three women coming through
from the other room. She guessed the total numbers at
maybe thirty. WHERE WAS HE ? The panic was turning her
stomach into a knotted mess.
"Give us a dance and a strip."
She didn't move, but just stared dumbfounded.
Out of nowhere a bullwhip snapped across her back, it
tore through her blouse and bit into her skin. She
screamed as much out of shock as out of pain, and then
it hit her again, no-one said anything but she heard
some laughter – most noticeably one female voice.
She started to move in the way that she knew He liked.
Seductively peeling off her clothes until she was
dancing naked except for the stockings and her heels.
"Warm yourself up now – stick a finger up your cunt."
Laughter! The sound of the crack of the whip persuaded
her.
She sat backwards onto one of the sofas, lifted her
legs high and slipped a finger into herself.
"She looks wet already," said a voice as another
middle-aged man walked over to her and pulled her
finger away.
With no further preparation he pushed three fingers up
her, she winced in pain, then another and then he was
trying to fist her! He had tried this once but decided
that he liked her tight and so had given up. Now a
total stranger was trying. The pain was intense and as
she tried to pull away hands pinioned her down and
grabbed at her ankles pulling her legs painfully apart.
She screamed and felt the hot tears well up in her
eyes.
But then she felt the hand withdraw and before the mist
cleared from her eyes she knew she was being raped. The
man pushed into her, no preparation and not slowly,
suddenly, instantly all the way in. She felt him cum
and the felt another take his place.
"No, Please!" she begged. "Please Noooo!"
She was turned over and her arms pinned down outspread
along the back of the sofa. Her legs were pulled apart
again and further hands held them. Another man
pummelled into her wet sex put she felt him pull out
before he had cum. Then another and then another. She
was crying now, her sex was already sore and she knew
that only six or seven men had used her so far!
A glass was put under her face and a straw forced into
her mouth. She sucked expecting a drink but quickly
realised it was a glass of cum – from the men who
hadn't come in her and some others she guessed. She
wanted to throw up and stopped drinking, the whip
smashed across her back and she screamed in pure pain
this time, and then the whip again, again she screamed.
Quickly she drank the rest of the glass's contents to
the applause and raucous laughter of the audience.
"A Cum Drinking Slut – that was a damned good
description."
More laughter.
For an instant she rested, still pinioned but with no
other contact, her sex felt raw and her back hurt like
hell. There was a gentle hubbub and she could hear
conversation but not clear enough to have any idea of
what was being said. Then she felt her ass cheeks
pulled apart and she knew she was going to be raped
anally as well. She felt the cold lubricant spread
around her small puckered hole, more for their comfort
than hers she thought.
No man apart from Him had ever used her anally and she
whimpered in shame to know her most private hole was
open to all of these people and about to be used
whether she wanted it or not. She begged and pleaded
for them not to bugger her, for this thing not to
happen but the response was only laughter and jeers.
"She's bloody tight" said the man trying to sodomize
her, he was struggling to get past her tight sphincter.
But she knew that a stiff prick will always penetrate a
lubricated ass, no matter how tight it was and sure
enough she quickly felt him force the head through the
tiny opening and pushing its way deep her.
The rapist pounded her ass viciously and without
consideration for the pain she was suffering but
luckily, she thought, he came very quickly into her
tightness. She knew her ass was tight, He had always
told her that and had taught her exercises to keep it
that way. She also knew that there would be others, and
so there were, another and then another raped her tiny,
unnaturally stretched, hole, each load of cum dumped
into her made the next rapists job easier as her ass
became slicker and as each new man entered her she felt
their predecessors cum squeezed out and running down
her legs.
Now it seemed everyone seemed to want to have anal sex
with her, especially as it swiftly became obvious that
each fresh penetration was increasingly painful for
her. There must have been a dozen men up her by now, up
an ass that had previously been used at most once a
day. Now she was crying from shame as the pain of her
ravaged ass because to turn into a perverse pleasure
like when He whipped her. She also knew now that they
had torn her ass, she could feel it bleeding and her
fear was quickly confirmed when she heard a woman's
voice cry out, with some glee it seemed, that she could
see blood.
She felt something else push against her now bloodied
ass and from the whiff of perfume guessed that it was a
woman behind her. A swift glance confirmed that it was
a young woman, no more than eighteen or nineteen with a
large strap on – bigger than any real thing. She
screamed long and loud as this sadist fucked her once
tight ass with this monster, she knew how much she must
be ripped now and began to sob loudly but this resulted
in little but laughter.
After what seemed like an eternity the woman relented
and she felt a man enter her more natural place.
"Suzie's made her ass much too loose now." The man
raping her joked. There was laughter around the room.
"She certainly wouldn't have felt you anyway," jibed
back the girl "Anyway maybe I can fist her there later
now she's a bit looser"
Sophie felt soiled and degraded and both of her lower
holes cried out in a continuing pain as the mass rape
continued. But in a weird way she had to admit that
some part of her was actually enjoying being the centre
of this much attention and when she felt some lips, a
woman's she guessed from the soft technique, on her
lower lips she knew that she would cum very quickly.
And she did, very loudly, a pent-up long delayed orgasm
that she hadn't even known was there for most of the
evening so far...
As she came back down to earth she felt her hands being
cuffed behind her back and straps being fastened around
her ankles. She also realised that she was no longer
held down and as the hands fastening the straps left
her she slipped from the sofa onto the floor where she
lay in a foetal position, her eyes closed but aware
that she was still surrounded.
Her back stung from the whip, at some point she must
have been hit again. Her mouth tasted of cum still, she
had never drunk so much. Her ass felt like it was on
fire and she could feel the mixture of blood and cum
running from it, from a once tight hole that she though
would never close again. She whimpered at the thought
that she had been torn open and would never be tight
for Him again, he loved to sodomize her, it was his
favourite place now he might never want her there
again.
Her sex was sore as though it had been fucked with
sandpaper, and leaked more cum than she thought
possible. But she also knew that the orgasm had been
one of the best and most exhausting she had ever
experienced. God what sort of slut had she become? What
was happening to her?
Some minutes later she heard people leaving and slowly
opened her eyes. The men had redressed and looked
immaculate again but there were still about six or
eight of them and one woman although she didn't look up
to see her face.
"Take her downstairs, the night is still young so it's
as well that she rests a bit."
Hands lifted her as exhaustion overcame her and she was
half guided half carried down a long winding staircase
into the cellars of the Manor.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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