Message-ID: <32601asstr$1001149803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200109211246.FAA26932@mail10.bigmailbox.com> Content-Type: text/plain Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary Mime-Version: 1.0 From: "Spiller -" X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2001 05:46:35 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} RP: Their Slave, part three (mf/f, dom) Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 05:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------- This story contains adult fiction. If you are too young or unfortunately live in a place where stuff like this is not allowed: STAY OFF. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------- Remember that the authors' only rewards are your comments to their stories, so please take a minute of your time to mail an opinion to: spiller48@hotmail.com ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------- FOR THIS THIRD CHAPTER OF 'THEIR SLAVE' A READER HAS VOLUNTEERED SUGGESTIONS AND IDEAS. "BENTHALO" HAS PROVIDED A LOT OF THE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS OF ANNETTE IN THIS CHAPTER. A LOT OF CREDIT AND THANKS TO "BENTHALO". ----------------------------------------------------------------- -------- Their Slave, part three. (mf/f, dom) by Spiller. While Helle and Eric were heavily asleep in the big doublebed, Annette spent the night on her heap of blankets, going over the events in her mind. Oh, how perceptive Helle was. She seemed to understand so many of her needs. Lying in the dark she could hear the breathing of her two new 'owners', and she felt her pussy throb and her breasts tingle, partly from what they had done, partly from her expectations for the next day. Annette wondered if she could please her masters the way they wanted, needed her to do. She formulated a plan: To make herself indispensible. She would pamper them with an opulent breakfast the minute they woke up, she would be ready and kneeling, ready to serve, ready to obey and ready to be used. With these pleasant thoughts on her mind, and her pussy seeping juice and sperm between her thighs, she drifted off to sleep. The sun was not even up yet when she woke up. Silently she slipped out of the bedroom and went downstairs. While the coffee was brewing she allowed herself a quick shower, making herself ready and delicious for the day's antics. Memories of Eric's delicious cock and Helle's lovely pussy made her own cunt drip, while she prepared the rest of the breakfast. Oh, that last paddling had been so good! And riding Helle's foot. Their timing was so near perfect, the suspense, the fear, the humiliation, God how she wanted this to continue. The smell of breakfast awoke Helle and Eric, and when Anette heard them going downstairs she assumed a serving position on the floor: Kneeling, with legs spread wide, arms clasped behind her back and eyes lowered. She could feel her pussy swell andtingle. "What a delicious breakfast. I'm so hungry I could eat a cow." Eric flashed a smile to Anette. "Come, Helle, let's sit down and enjoy this. We shall have to deal with Annette's failing to obey orders, but let's have this nice meal first." Oh, my God, Annette thought. Of course. How could she forget? She was assumed to be soiled and smelly and to wake them up with hand and mouth. "Please, masters, can I say something?" "Yes, you may," Helle answered, "but do you have to disturb our breakfast, which you have prepared so nicely yourself?" "Aww, Helle, let her get it off her pretty chest. Not that it will make much difference." "Masters. I'm so sorry I forgot. I don't know why, but I was so eager to serve you to your satisfaction, that I forgot. I always seem to get into trouble when I try to please, but please don't dismiss me." "We shall not dismiss you, dear, but the question of your punishment has to be solved before we go shopping. What do you think, Helle, have you got any ideas?" "Certainly. I had hoped for a nice wake-up-orgasm this morning, and as I didn't have that, I'm sufficiently horny to have fine ideas." Annette could not avoid overhearing some of the things her owners discussed. Thank goodness there was nothing of the cool rejection she sometimes had felt from her former owners. She could relax a little, for the moment at least. "Will you clear the table, slave? It was a nice breakfast, but now Eric will deal you the first part of your punishment." While Annette cleared the table and did the dishes, Eric had disappeard into the workshop. He returned just as Annette had finished her chores. He patted the table. "Get up here, Annette." Helle had brought a pillow which she folded to raise Annette's head, that she might follow with her eyes what was going to happen to her body. Helle secured her arms with the red ribbons from yesterday. "Do I have to tie your legs too, or can you stay quiet?" "I'm sure she'll be VERY quiet, dear. I'm sure she doesn't want anything bad to happen, just as well as we don't." Annette felt her insides turn into ice when Eric brought out a very big kitchen knife, the one he had taken to the workshop. "Will you heat and lather her cunt, dear? I can do it, but maybe you have a few things you want to do at the same time?" "Oh, yes, love." Helle proceeded to put warm, wet rags on Anettes cunt, and every time she changed them she would slip a finger up the dripping cunt, tickle her clit or pinch her outer lips. Last she fetched the brush and soap from Eric's shaving set and lathered up Annette's trimmed cunt. The soft brush felt lovely on her clit and around her asshole. Annette was really scared when Eric brought the big knife down on her mons. "Don't fear, slave, this knife is just as sharp as any razor-knife. But it is so big, that there is no room for any movements on your behalf. So STAY QUIET ! We wouldn't want to cut holes in you, or damage your clit, would we?" Helle was very helpful during the whole process, stretching the skin in the right places to facilitate the shaving. Maybe she pinched the skin of her belly a little harder than necessary when she pulled upwards, and maybe she applied her long, red nails a little too painfully to Annette's cuntlips when she stretched them, but there was no doubt that both girls enjoyed it, and as Annette got hornier and hornier, her cunt got more and more wet and slippery, and Helle had to pinch even harder in order to get a good grip. "Please, masters. Can I have an orgasm now? I'm afraid I might have one involuntarily, and you might happen to cut me." "Certainly you can't! This is a punishment, and you'll just have to curb your desires." At the same time she felt Helle pull upwards on her skin to withdraw the hood from her clit, making it stand out proudly. God, she was concious of it! The slightest wind, the tiniest touch, all was felt by her clit, bringing her dangerously close to that feared orgasm. She barely managed to stay calm while Eric removed the last few hairs around her asshole. Finally he stepped back, enjoying his work. He picked up a small mirror and held it between her legs so she could see her new, bald cunt. At the same time Helle picked up a white plastic spatula from one of the drawers, and handed it to Eric. "That baby-pussy looks all ready for a little spanking. I'm sure it is a lot more sensitive new. Will you have the honours, or shall I?" "Oooh, that will be a pleasure. Thank you for letting me." He really enjoyed slapping her thighs, her belly, and that naked cunt. This new slave-business had really taken him down alleys of his mind, he had only vaguely recognised up till now. The way Annette jerked in her bonds showed clearly, that it was parly because of the pain, but more so because the spanking was bringing her closer and closer to that desired orgasm. An exhilerating feeling of power, and joy of giving pleasure, rushed through him and made his cock raise in all its splendour. He stepped up close and dipped the tip of his cock into the wet hole and began rubbing it up and down her slit, touching the clit, sliding down to her asshole, and up again, all lubricated by Annette's abundand juice. "My dear, I think you should come on to the table now and take those delayed morning pleasures from our slave's mouth. Couldn't you do with a good licking and sucking from this girl?" Helle quickly climbed the table. She squatted over Anette's face, sliding a little back and forth, until her pussy was right over her mouth. "You better do this good, slave, if you want us to forgive your shoddy behaviour this morning." The second Annette's tongue touched her pussy she let out a deep moan, and looked into her husband's eyes. "Oh, what a good idea that was." Eric felt fire run through his loins as he watched his wife enjoy those lesbian pleasures. He had never even imagined that she harboured such lusts, but the sight of her glistening wet pussy being worked over by Annette's tongue, was the strongest afrodisiac he could wish for, and with a groan he buried his cock to the hilt in her sloppy cunt. He had only fucked her for less than a minute, when Helle made him come almost too close. She reached down between her legs and grabbed Annette's nipples. While she pinched them hard she pulled at them, taking the pretty breasts all out of shape into highrising pointed cones. At the same time she leaned hard down on the eager mouth that was pleasing her. Eric just managed to pull out before he came. He and Helle had other plans. He slapped the slavecunt a few times more with the white spatula, while he waited for Helle to climax. Her closed eyes and quivering thighs showed that he wouldn't have to wait long. With a loud wail that reverberated through the apartment she started. "Yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeeeee, oh my God, yeah, yeah, yeah." She was shaking so hard that Eric for a moment was afraid she might fall off the table. She grinded her pussy down on Annette's face, nearly suffocating her, rubbing it hard up and down her mouth until she collapsed on top of Annette, quivering and moaning. "Oh, this was so great. My god that woman knows how to suck a pussy. Come and kiss me, Eric. Show me you think it's OK that I like another woman to suck my pussy." Of course Eric kissed her. He cradled her head between his hands and whispered: "Of course it's OK, dear. I never knew you liked that, but I can tell you it's so erotic to watch, and it makes me long for your cunt even more." A little later they untied Annette and ordered her to turn round, face down on the table, her legs on the floor, spread wide. In that position she was tied up again. Annette was painfully aware of her naked, burning, longing and dripping cunt pressed against the edge of the table. On the other side, right in front of her envious eyes, Helle lifted her left leg up around Eric's hip, and he slid his beautiful cock into her still tingling pussy. Helle uttered a low moan of pleasure, feeling her husband penetrate her. "Oh, your cock feels so good in me, better than ever. Don't you wish you could have it, Annette? Isn't your slavecunt dripping for it? Well, you can't have it now." Helle threw her arms round Eric's neck and lifted the other leg up round his hips. Eric walked the small step to the edge of the kitchen table, supported her ass on it, and started fucking her seriously with deep, hard strokes. "God, I'm coming again soon. This is divine. But please don't spurt in me, I don't want to stink of sperm when we go shopping. Save the last couple of strokes so you can empty yourself in our slave." Helle succumbed to the pleasure of fucking her husband, humping her pussy against him, and soon she had a glorious orgasm, the second of the day. She felt Eric shaking as his own orgasm grew closer. "Remember, empty yourself in Annette." Eric pulled out of Helle and quickly went round the table to Annette's available cunt. She could feel him masturbate a few strokes, and suddenly he pushed deep inside her cunt, and she felt him explode in there. A rush of gratitude ran through her. This was the ultimate degradation of her cunt, to be used not for pleasure, only as a receptable. The walls of her vagina clamped down on Eric's dwindling cock as a couple of minor contractions ran through Annette, but he pulled out before the orgasm could reach her. "Helle, I'm going to spank this slave now. I want to see if she is capable of coming just from being slapped. While I do it, will you please fetch your strap on dildo from the bedroom?" "What a good idea, but I'm a little exhausted right now." "Oh, you are not going to fuck her, not yet. I just want to make use of it for other purposes, when my little slave has come from the pain on her ass." This time Eric spanked her for real. The pain surged through Annette as slap after slap landed on her buttocks and the backside of her thighs. As the pain slowly moved from her skin and inwards, she felt her mind slipping deeper and deeper into the degrading enslavement she was experiencing. Like swimming in a warm sea of lust. She heard the slaps landing on her body, but she didn't feel them at all. Instead a searing wave of hot, burning lust started in her brain, spreading to her eyes, cheeks, breasts, nipples and belly, and at last it exploded all over her ass and cunt like a fireworks. She screamed out her lust, her gratitude and her satisfaction like never before. She jerked uncontrollably in her ribbons, and at last she fainted across the table, satisfied like never before in her life. 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