The Young Anchorwoman Slut Pt. 09 by DominantSpirit

Literotic asexstories – The Young Anchorwoman Slut Pt. 09 by DominantSpirit

Tess wondered how her Master could possibly test her further. That was just it, it seemed her life under his dominance was just one test after another with seemingly no holds. Time and time again he has wormed his way deeper into her center as a woman, and he manipulated her with as much ease as a puppeteer. She often wondered if that’s what she was; her limps dangling from chains as they feasted on her supple body. But really, it was the strings on her sense of self that was the most excruciating as she reflected upon her acts days after. It wasn’t just the things she did, but the words she often said in the heat of the moment. Being from a literary background, these words of affirmation had the reverse effect as they destroyed her ego and degraded herself in ways she never thought possible in her previous life.

Whore.

Cum Dump.

Slave Slut.

Fuck Toy.

They reverberated around in her mind, making her heart race in anxiety even when she was absentmindedly walking down a busy sidewalk downtown in her professional attire. Her eyes would glaze over, seemingly far, far away as images of her regular gang fucking replayed themselves behind her eyes. The sights, the sounds, the smells… they were utterly intoxicating and too vivid to resist thinking about in daily life when she’s trying to be the ‘normal’ Tess.

She was snapped out of her reverie as the receptionist called her name at the gynecology clinic. She has dreaded this formerly routine checkup. But it is to be the first since she began her double life as a gangbang fiend.

The doctor smiled warmly at Tess as they were originally introduced by a family friend. Luckily, she is closer in age to Tess which put her slightly more at ease. But the young woman knew there will surely be signs in her snatch that she has been gang fucked by what must be over a hundred men in the last year alone. Her new lifestyle hasn’t been gentle on the young woman.

With her legs up in the stirrups and the speculum opening up her orifice wide for inspection, the doctor had a look of consternation. She obviously sees something she was not expecting.

“Tess, I don’t normally see this type of abrasion on vaginal walls. Have you met someone new?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Yes… I’d say so.” Tess replied shyly.

“Well, it looks like he’s well endowed. I even see some signs of contact with your cervix. Did it hurt?”

“Yes…” replied Tess, trying to bite her tongue while images of her Master and the rest of the men penetrating her pussy to the hilt with their monster cocks flashed in her mind. If they were going too deep, her cries of pain must have been misinterpreted for pleasure. Well, most of what they inflicted on her was a mixture of both.

Tess adjusted her choker, which also hid the red marks left on her delicate neck from her slave collar while she began to sweat from the gynecologist’s questioning. She was walking a fine line.

“I’d say you and your boyfriend should take it easy for a bit. He has a big penis. You should let your body recover for a while. Good thing is you’re still young, so you should bounce back pretty quickly. And make sure you use a lot of lubrication, okay?”

Tess felt as though she’s a high school girl all over again, being given the talk about the birds and the bees. She exchanged pleasantries with the doctor before leaving. But in private, the gynecologist couldn’t help but wonder why Tess showed the same signs of wear and tear typically seen in pornstars who come to her for checkups. There were signs of the thinning of the vaginal wall which separated Tess’s vagina and anal cavity. In her experience, a single partner wouldn’t be able to cause this wear and tear. It’s usually double penetration with multiple partners on a regular basis. The doctor thought Tess must be hiding some sort of double life.

Tess was mortified as her heels clicked on the sidewalk, her elegant overcoat bundled around her and her signature raven hair flowing in the crisp autumn breeze. The consequences of the abuse on her body made her anxious. Maybe the doctor will put it together.

“Soon, everyone will know. One day, I’ll have nobody left who simply know me as a regular girl. Do I need to be such a whore? Maybe I’m simply addicted to this…” she lamented to herself in her mind. But she knew the pendulum was about to swing with full force the other way, as soon as her Master reached out to her and she will be reduced to a mindless, hot mess of a slut.

The wear and tear on her body be damned, she knew she’ll be there when he called. She was becoming more and more agitated in ‘normal’ life. He’s seen to it that the only thing that now made sense to her young mind was when she gave up all thoughts of freedom and simply served the whims of sadistic men. Things were much simpler that way, when she single-mindedly obeyed and submitted.

It was one of those rare times where he requested her to drive herself to the next gangbang session. It added a layer of acquiescence from Tess; akin to walking towards an altar of Mayan sacrifice by a young supple woman. Of course, like the first time, she could barely contain herself in the driver’s seat as she rubbed her clit liberally under the steering wheel while she drove her compact car. Her juices were already leaking through her sheer, light pink thong and left a damp patch on the cloth seat under her.

Her nipples were already poking through the thin fabric of her short white blouse, which covered the fishnet body stocking she wore over her entire body. Her perky tits jiggled from the rough road, while strands of her raven hair teased down the bare skin of her upper chest. Her eyes were already enhanced by smoky eye shadow, done in her signature purple. Her lips were coated in the pink glossy lipstick which the men always preferred as it accentuated her full lips as they wrapped around the shaft of a cock.

She went up five storeys in the quiet above-ground parkade, driving past another moving vehicle here and there — professionals finishing late nights in the financial district.

A few of them couldn’t help but notice the beautiful young woman in seductive makeup as she drove past.

“They must think I’m an actual escort,” she thought to herself. And it made her feel safer as it meant she was less likely to be recognized as the news anchor for the biggest channel in the city.

‘But I’m actually more wicked than a whore…because I get fucked by so many more men at the same time,’ she thought with dark delight. She bit her lip in anticipation of yet another gang fucking session, and rubbed her clit a bit more spiritedly after that thought.

On the highest floor of the parkade, which was nearly deserted save for a few vehicles on the periphery, she parked in the middle which was better lit with a concentration of multiple overhead tube lights. She shut off her engine.

With one hand still rubbing her pussy, she took out her phone with the other to look for her Master’s instructions.

“Good girl. Now I want you to step out of the vehicle with the package I gave you. Inside, you’ll find a blindfold. I want you to put it on, and take off your blouse. Stand at attention.”

Her heart began to race, as she did as he instructed with fingers trembling. She’ll be standing with her tits out in public, presenting herself like a slut waiting to be violated in the middle of a downtown parkade.

And it thrilled her even more. Somehow, her Master always finds a way to challenge her to sink lower every time she offered herself as a plaything.

With heart racing, she stepped out of her car with the blindfold. Her world became dark as she slipped the blindfold over her head using the elastic straps. She fumbled with the buttons on her blouse until it fell away from her bare shoulders leaving her nipples exposed in the autumn night air. They became erect almost instantly from both the breeze and the thought of being exposed to prying eyes, pointing out from her mesh bodysuit.

She waited, with her arms behind her and jutting out her chest proudly as is the customary position of a slave offering herself. She stood as the lone figure, standing in the brightly lit center next to her car. Her creamy pale exposed skin contrasted with the drab grey surroundings, her legs on display on 3-inch high heels that screamed ‘fuck me’ combined with her fishnets.

The quietness of the scene hid the racing thoughts bouncing around inside her head, and the quickness of her pulse.

‘What am I doing here? What is he going to do to me? Do they plan on gang fucking me here, in the middle of a parking lot?’ The thought gave her a shot of adrenaline, as a public gangbang would bring multiple levels of risk for Tess. Unlike that time where they toyed with her in the pornshop, she did not wear a mask.

She was startled by the sound of a car starting, only to realize it was leaving as the engine sound grew fainter as it descended from one of the lower floors.

“What will happen to me tonight? I guess I’m just here for the taking for anyone, blindfolded and dressed like this,” she thought laconically.

A breeze picked up, and it made Tess shift her legs slightly while she adjusted to the air washing over her exposed chest and delicate pink nipples. Her miniskirt fluttered, teasing the globes of her supple ass cheeks. Her sheer thong did nothing to warm her between the legs, and she imagined she felt everything on her pussy and ass.

The sound of a heavy vehicle penetrated the stillness of the night. The engine note was rough — unlike the refined purr of the luxury SUV’s favoured by her Master and his men. This one sounded coarse, like a workman’s van which her father drove as a blue collar contractor for years since she was a little girl.

The sound became steadier and more pronounced as it rounded up the curved ramps of the parkade, until she could hear it approaching. The 24-year-old woman shivered, as her flight instinct was fighting against her will to obey her master’s instructions.