“That sounds correct, Sir.”
“Turn on your ride side and let’s do it,” and ten minutes later he was done.
“We need to let it set for 20 minutes. I’ll be back.” When he returned, he removed the top layer of henna. “The color will enhance over the coming days. Enjoy.
“Thank you. Are we done? Can I go now?”
“Oh, I need to show you about the septum ring.” I had totally forgotten. My mind was only half-working. He showed me how to tuck it out of sight. I practiced several times. There was minor discomfort as I twisted the ring up and down, but he assured me it would heal in a few days.
I walked to the full length mirror. I remembered that paperback book along Colorado Blvd years before. If Joel had not been there, I would have stripped and knelt in nadu. I was thrilled with the transformation.
“Yes, kajira, you are a beautiful Gorean slave girl. I hope we meet again.”
“Thank you.” Like Master, he had earned my trust. It would not be unpleasant to see Joel again.
“Is that all, Sir?” May I go?” I reached for my hoodie and bag, which he had brought from the other room.
“Yes, I will call your Master and tell him what we did and that you are on your way.”
“Bye,” and I turned, pulled on my hoodie, walked out the door and headed for the front, totally aware of my transformation. I would walk to the photo shoot. I needed the fresh air and to show the “new me” to the world. The ankle cuffs were in plain sight; the collar and wrist cuffs partially hidden by the hoodie. I stopped before exiting the shop and pulled off the hoodie. I would not hide behind it.
I kept my gaze straight ahead, though I knew I was getting glances from those passing me on the sidewalk. It was far busier than when I arrived. Tourists and beggars, Saturday strollers, girls on the prowl, guys on the hunt, they flew by, not knowing I was not from earth, but from counter-Earth, a place called Gor. I loved it.
Four blocks later, having earned one whistle and one “Hi, babe,” which I ignored, I arrived at Master’s shop. My heart was fluttering, not with nerves, but with excitement. His slave girl had arrived.
I rang the bell and heard his familiar voice, “Enter.” I opened the door and saw him across the room at his desk. He was not looking up, which disappointed me. I wanted to see his face when he looked at me. I turned and was shutting the door, when suddenly one arm wrapped around my waist and another around my throat. It took a second to react and to scream, but by then he had shoved something soft into my mouth.
I struggled, but he was too strong. I looked at Master across the room. Only then did he look up.
“Bring her.”
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She started to struggle with Leon, but he was a bear of a man. She had no chance. This gave me a opportunity to place a dental gag in her mouth and secure it, not too wide at first. She could make noise, was not in significant pain, but it made her speech unintelligible. Leon threw her over one shoulder and we headed to the studio. He was another actor I used from time to time when needing a scary figure. He was stocky and bald with a prominent scar on his face.
I had brought in a new piece of furniture. I could see in her eyes that she recognized it as soon as she saw it. I had made it from the description in the Gor books. Maybe not a perfect replica, but definitely functional. It was a rape rack. More or less a modified bench with stocks at one end to hold the hands and head when closed. The head would hang down so the slave’s mouth could be used. The other end was made into a V shape so the legs were spread wide and secured. My positioning of the ankle restraints may be a little higher as I intended for access of all holes. I do not remember seeing any reference to anal sex in the novels. There is no doubt to me it would be common. Perhaps this act was just not a favorite of the author. I am not so inhibited.
Leon plopped her down on the rack none too gently and he held her hands for me to drop the stock in place over them and her head. Then after removing her skirt, we each took an ankle and secured it into place. I untied the knot in her blouse to uncover her tits. It needed to be out of the way for everything that would be done to them and of course for the cameras. I also took this opportunity to adjust the gag wider and unwanted noises from her became more difficult. She knew she was helpless anyway and at our mercy. There would be none for a while. Yes I knew I was taking a risk in ramping things up so soon. But with the contract to back me up I was on safe legal ground. More important to me was going too far, too quickly and her not coming back. But something told me it would be very difficult to exceed her limits with anything that wouldn’t be way past my own as well. Just a hunch based on my experience with such women.
As we stood over her, her eyes darted back and forth between us. Her fear had returned in spades. It was Leon that began to remove his shirt and then everything else as she could only stare. When his manhood came into view, I saw more terror in her eyes. She squirmed but to no avail.
I merely adjusted the positioning of the lights and cameras. Taking my time in the process then standing over her again to speak.
“I like your new kef, though it is definitely not a sign of commitment.
But it will do for these pictures. The nose ring is also a small step in the right direction. Your virginity is definitely in the way, more psychologically than physically. You told me last night you are in need but you don’t want to disappoint your mother. Only partly true I believe, you have been fooling only yourself, since your mother would never know if you lost it unless you told her. In reality, you have just not met a man that is knowledgeable enough to see through your brashness. You are a strong young woman and no doubt even intimidate some men, when what you are doing is just putting up barriers in hopes someone will see through you and take what he, or she, wants and give you what you need. A true Gorean would not put up with those games. And no doubt I have waited far too long. But, that being said, timing is everything.”
I continued to talk while picking up a couple more props. I first took two nipple clamps with bells and attached them to her nipples. They had teeth and I am sure they hurt. But her nipples were already hard and extended and all I heard were moans through the gag. Some day those nipples needed to be pierced.
“It shouldn’t amaze me, but always does, how a little pain in the right places can elicit such sweet sounds from a woman such as you.” Then I took four more smaller clamps, also with bells and placed two on each labia. I noticed her juices already glistening on her smooth and delicious looking treasure. Perfect.
“It looks like she is ready to play Leon. Why don’t you have a little fun with her and I will be back shortly.”
Panic showed in her eyes then. I would not be there to protect her. She struggled.
“Slave. Remember what you are. As your Master, I own you. And you will do what I want and with whom I want, at my whim. But need I remind you that all men are your masters as well. Leon has his instructions. You will please him.”
With that note I started up the programmed cameras and left the room. This time there were also a couple video cameras where she could see them. They would catch all the action. But of course I watched the show.
Leon took his time flicking her new bells and pulling on the clamps. Delicate little pains that I am sure found their way to her clit. There probably wasn’t an inch of her exposed skin that he didn’t poke and prod with his meaty hands. All those years of masturbating to the thoughts of being helpless for a man were now a definitely reality, though Leon might not have been in her fantasies. The fun was only beginning.
I made all my directions and limits clear to Leon, but of course Jenn didn’t know that and could only fear she was at the mercy of this brut. First he took a small flogger from the wall and let her feel it on all her most sensitive spots. Not just her ass and legs but the insides of her thighs, her pussy lips, all the way up including her already pained nipples and all of her breasts. She would have lash marks all over her for a while. But I had told him to make sure they would go away in a few hours. When he was tired of this and she was striped, I could tell in the camera that she was overwhelmed with both fear and lust.
Leon walked around to her head which was dangling upside down from the stocks. Her jaws held wide by the gag. She knew what was coming as she stared at the huge cock in front of her eyes. She didn’t have much chance to prepare as he slid into her mouth and down her throat. He wasn’t gentle, though he did give her a chance to breathe on occasion till she got the rhythm. Her tiny Asian mouth was being brutalized. Hard core yet immensely erotic to see her take it.
“Gak, gak,” animal-like sounds emanated from her gaping mouth.
The cameras, both still and video would capture it all. I could look at another camera and see her juices now nearly streaming out of her and down over her ass to the floor below.
Leon was enjoying fucking her mouth and who could blame him. He lasted a long time till I could see him let go and blast down her throat. Then he slowly withdrew wiping himself on her tongue. I swear he let out a victory cry at his pleasure, but he definitely wasn’t finished with her.
He slowly walked around to the other end of the rack. Looking down and seeing all the wetness there. He couldn’t resist leaning down and running his rough tongue up her slit. I could see her shiver. Lust was overtaking her in spite of her fear. She was losing control of her body. And her mind was probably in shock or numb. He continued to lick. From the clamps on her lips to her clit, over and over causing pain and pleasure with each pass. Her first orgasm of the day hit her hard. But he was not there to give her pleasure and stopped. His cock had re-hardened and againexplos the day hit her hard. But he was not there to give her pleasure and stopped. His cock had re-hardened and again her eyes were a mixture of confused thoughts. She waited for her cherry to be ripped. She was making guttural sounds that sounded a lot more like begging than resistance.
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