Mark was frantically fucking my pussy, now, he must be close to his orgasm. I started moving my hips, eager to reach my own orgasm. “Fucking bitch wants my cum!” Mark moaned.
“Give it to her,” Mary cooed. “Fill her dirty cunt with your sperm. Ride her hard, stallion!”
I came when Mark’s cum flooded my pussy. I moaned wordlessly, and I collapsed onto my stomach, popping Mark’s dick out of my pussy. I panted on the carpet and I could feel Mark’s cum trickle out me onto the carpet. My nipples burned beneath, the clamps pressing into the flesh of my breasts but I was too exhausted to move.
I fell asleep, the first sleep I had since I got captured. But, it didn’t last long. Someone slapped my ass and I awoke, screaming in pain. “Its dinner time,” Mark said and pulled my leash.
I had to quickly crawl up on my knees as Mark pulled on my collar. I crawled behind him to the dining room. The hardwood floors were painful on my knees. Mark sat in a chair at the head of the table, Mary sitting to his right and I sat on the floor between them. The other sluts gathered around the table while Desiree and Thamina brought the food into the room. A spicy, sweet smell permeated the room, some kind of Asian stir fry. My stomach rumbled.
“I called my sisters,” Mary said. There was a nervous catch to her voice.
“Oh,” Mark said, casually. He took a bite of food. “Hmm, this is really good, Desiree.”
“Gracias, mi Rey,” Desiree gushed.
“She is a great cook,” cooed Allison. From the floor, I could see Allison’s hand rubbing Desiree’s nut brown thigh beneath the table.
“They were really excited to here about our engagement,” Mary continued. “So, I invited them over for dinner on Friday.”
Mark nodded. “Okay, are you …”
“Yes,” Mary answered delicately. She cleared her throat. “My father will be coming, too, and my sisters are going to bring their boyfriends.”
“Well, I’ll make sure the sluts keep them entertained,” Mark replied.
My stomach growled loudly and Mary looked down at me. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes,” I answered, flushing.
Mary grabbed a piece of meat off her plate and held it in front of me. Anger surged inside me. They were feeding me like a dog begging for scraps. The meat had a spicy aroma and was covered with an orange sauce. I turned my head away.
“The only food you’re going to get,” Mary said, holding the meat in front of my face.
It smelled delicious and my stomach rumbled a second time. I would need to keep my strength up if I had a chance to escape. I wasn’t giving in to their degrading request, just doing what I need to survive. I opened my mouth and grabbed the piece of meat. It tasted delicious, a spicy, orange flavor.
“My finger’s are sticky,” Mary said. Sighing, I licked and sucked the tasty sauce off her fingers. “Umm, she likes to suck,” Mary told Mark. “I bet you would love to have her suck your cock.”
“I would,” Mark answered.
“Get to it, bitch,” Mary barked.
I crawled under the table. Allison’s hand was between Desiree’s legs, now, fingering the woman’s cunt. Mark’s cock was hard and I sucked it into my mouth. I sucked hard, wiggling my tongue around the sensitive head and cupped his balls. I may as well get this over with as fast as possible.
“She’s eager,” Mark panted. “Thanks, Mare. You’re the best.”
“I know,” Mary answered, pleased with herself. A hand rubbed my hair, petting me. “Good, girl,” Mary praised. Fuck this was humiliating.
Just give in, be their slave.
No, no, no! I am stronger than this! I continued blowing Mark, bobbing my head and massaging his balls.
“On Thursday evening, around seven,” Mark said, “a group of my friends is coming by.”
Mary nodded. “Sure.”
“We’re a … uh … gaming group. We get together most Thursdays to play D&D.”
Mary chortled. “D&D. I recall someone finding it ridiculous that I used to play Vampire: The Masquerade.”
“D&D players always look down on LARPers,” Mark said, defending himself. “If its a problem, we can play at Tom’s house.”
“No, it’s fine,” Mary said. “Just giving you a hard time.”
“Can I play,” Lillian asked. “I love playing D&D.”
“Sure,” Mark said, in surprise.
“Anyways,” Mary continued, “Diane was wanting to go clubbing, so Thursday night works great.”
“Diane?” Mark asked.
“Yeah, from the Japanese steakhouse,” Mary reminded.
“She was hot,” Mark muttered. “So, hot.”
Mark’s cock suddenly flooded my mouth with cum. I coughed, pulling away in surprise. His next squirt sprayed my cheek and a third splashed across my forehead and nose. His cum was salty in my mouth and I swallowed. A fourth spurt arced out and landed on my right breast.
“Good girl,” Mark praised and then brought a piece of meat down. He slid it through the cum on my tit and held it up to my lips.
I hesitated, then I ate the meat. What the hell, I already swallowed a load of cum. The spicy sauce masked the flavor of the cum anyways. Mary joined mark, swiping a red pepper through the cum and feeding it to me.
“So, what club are you going to?” Mark asked.
“The Clam Diver,” Mary answered, swiping a sliced onion through the cum and feeding it to me. I licked her fingers clean without her asking. “It’s a lezzie club in Tacoma.”
“Can’t wait to hear about it,” Mark said and then kissed her.
“Oh,” Mary said, “I think I may have found an OB/GYN for us. Alice told me about her. She just started at a Group Health in Tacoma. I got an appointment at Thursday, 10 am.”
“Sounds promising,” Mark said.
Desiree suddenly moaned loudly. From my position on the floor, I could see Alison’s fingers come away from her pussy sticky with juices. “Did you just cum?” Mary asked.
“She did,” Allison giggled. “Just wanted to show my appreciation for this delicious dinner.”
As the dinner wrapped up, Violet took me into the kitchen and placed a plate on the floor, strips of beef and fried vegetables in a savory sauce over brown rice. Violet didn’t give me any utensils and just looked apologetically at me.
“Dog’s don’t need forks,” Mary quipped, from the dining room. “Or hands.”
I was starving, though, so I bent my head down and started hungrily eating the food of the plate. To my amazement, I cleaned my plate, my face was sticky with sauce and bits of rice. They let me stand up after that, and clean my face off. Then I was given a glass of water, my throat was parched and I chugged it down in one go.
Then I had to wash the dishes while Desiree and Fiona watched. If I slacked, or they thought I was slacking, Desiree or Fiona or both would hit my tender ass with a rolled up newspaper. When the dishes were finished, Fiona grabbed my leash.
“Dog’s crawl,” she barked, when I started walking after her and she smacked my welted ass with the newspaper.
Fiona led me out of the kitchen and into the living room. Mark and Mary waited, both dressed, Mark in blue jeans and a white t-shirt, while Mary wore a yellow sundress with red orchids. Mark took my leash.
“Time for your walk,” he said in that excited, babyish tone people use on their pets. He wrapped his other arm around Mary and kicked me in the ass. “Start crawling, bitch.”
He couldn’t mean to take me outside? Naked and crawling? With a dog’s tail up my ass?
Mark used his foot to guide me to the front door. My heart was hammering in my chest. This couldn’t be happening! Please, not this! Please, God! Mary opened the door and I froze. He pushed my ass with his foot, the pain was intense, but I couldn’t do it. Mark brushed by me and yanked hard on the leash. I fell forward, my arm scarping on the wooden porch.
“You can crawl, or you can be dragged,” Mark warned.
Gathering my dignity, I crawled slowly outside, down the steps and onto the pebbly walkway. My knees were on fire, the palms of my hands sore. Mark led me out onto the soft grass, and that provided some relief to my poor knees. The sun was warm on my naked back and sore ass. I looked around and there was no one out on the street, yet. Mark led me over to some bushes.
“I bet you need to pee,” Mark said, pointing to the bushes.
“No,” I muttered. I couldn’t do that.
“Pee here,” Mary ordered, “or beg to be our slave?”
Just give in, the humiliation can end.
I raise my leg, closed my eyes and relaxed my bladder.
“Oh my god!” a woman gasped, her voice thick with a southern twang. I wanted to stop peeing, but I was mid-stream. There was no stopping now. I flushed in embarrassment, recognizing the voice.
“Oh, hi Madeleine,” Mark greeted. “Nothing wrong going on here, just walking my dog.”
“Oh, okay,” Madeleine said. “Hi, Louise, I see you worked out your … problems with your husband,” Madeleine said, delicately.
I could feel my face reddening in shame. Why did it have to be Madeleine who had to see me like this. Madeleine had been so nice to me. She let me stay in her house. I even fancied the woman. I glanced at her face, and the disgust painted there twisted in my heart.
“Wife, is that what she told you,” Mark said, laughing. “I’m engaged to Mary, here. Louise is just our dog.”
“She has a great tongue,” Mary said. “I bet you’d love to have your pussy licked. She’ll make you cum real quick. I would love to see that.”
Madeleine gave a randy laugh. Mary seemed to have a power that made women want to do whatever sexual thing she wanted. And sweet Madeleine, with that delightful, southern twang, was falling under her powers. “Sure, if that’ll make you happy, sugar.”
“It would,” Mary said. “Just lift up your skirt and the bitch will make you feel great.”
Madeleine stood over me, in her gray, pencil skirt and ruffled, white blouse. She hiked her skirt up, revealing a pair of plain, sky blue panties. I pulled the panties to one side, revealing her neatly trimmed, brunette bush and large, pussy lips. Yesterday morning, I fantasized about eating her cunt, and now I was being forced to, out in public, like a bitch. Her pussy tasted spicy and tangy as I dug my tongue deep into her cunt.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Madeleine drawled excitedly, “she as eager as a beaver chewin’ on wood.”
Her hand gripped my hair and her hips started to slowly rotate as her pleasure increased. I slipped a finger up her snatch and started rapidly flicking my tongue on her clit. Madeleine’s breath came harder and faster, her moans louder and more passionate.
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