Subtly, Bex attempts to close her legs, as Susan is now noticing that the naked slave is, in fact, Bex Reid, the daughter of her current mentor, Jill Reid.
“Hold on, Ox. This little slut, she’s Jill Reid’s property, isn’t she?”
Ox shakes his head no. “This one belongs to a, um, Alathia Reid; must be her older sister,” as he looks through the tablet’s report.
Susan corrects Ox with a very happy surprised grin. “No, Ox, that’s not correct. Alathia is the younger sister, Bex is the oldest child.”
Ox, laughing, grabs Bex’s ass, and squeezes. “You let your little sister own your ass? You really are a perverted little fuck toy.”
Bex struggles to keep her tears from flowing, hearing the comments about how weak she is for allowing this to happen to her.
Susan, running her hands between Bex’s pussy, pulls away the fresh wetness. “Oh my, someone is excited. Is she off limits, or is she fair game?”
Ox grins, “Completely fair game, but it has to be in the laser hair removal room, she’s scheduled for complete hair removal.”
Clapping, Susan licks her sweetened finger in front of Bex. “I want you to lick me while they burn all the hair off your body. It’s absolutely one of the most painful things you can go through.”
Bex, wide eyed at this new twist in her life that she’s about to have her body hair almost permanently removed forever, curses herself to have a slick pussy, always looking like a prepubescent child with no tits. Bex growls, as she lunges, pulling on her binds; the sounds aren’t muffled whimpers, but stifled screams and growls of anger and rage.
Susan, laughing, looks down at the struggling bundle of rage. “She’s a feisty little bitch, isn’t she.”
Ox pushes the button, sending another jolt of pain straight into Bex’s clit, causing her to scream again. The electricity flows through her clit like a hot knife through butter, and flows through her body, causing her to convulse a little.
Susan spots the controller. “Is that the new electraclit device?” P
Ox nods. “Yeah, it works like a charm. Causes the most deviant bitches to become docile little sluts.” He pushes Bex into the hair removal room with Susan.
Susan asks, “So does this little cunt have any special limits, anything we can’t do?”
Ox grunts, “Yeah, she’s not allowed to have climax, but other than that, she’s fair game.”
Susan caresses Bex’s cheek. “Oh Bex, I can’t believe that you’re bound up here for me, like an early Christmas present. Do you know why we call him Ox, Bex?”
Shaking her head, Bex replies with a no.
Clapping like an excited child getting to play with a new toy, Susan continues, “Oh, my dear. Ox, please come here and show my darling fuckmeat why you’re called Ox.”
Ox, stepping in front of Bex, feels Madame Susan undoing his pants, pulling his semi-erect cock out.
It’s huge, like Bex wonders if he ever fucks anything human with that cock.
Catching the fear dancing behind Bex’s eyes, a cooing Susan begins tugging on Ox’s cock. “Bex, I can’t tell you how often I’ve ridden this monster; it’s amazing. I can’t wait to see this cock buried so deep in your ass that you’re begging for mercy.” Susan gives Ox’s cock a few chaste kisses.
Having the gag removed, Bex realizes that the giant cock is going to be in her mouth and down her throat shortly. Ox, with his cock still hanging out, begins undoing the restraints, pulling Bex to the table; she’s now forced to lay face up, with her head hanging off the edge.
Feeling the first signs of her impending face-fucking, her lips are met with the tip of Ox’s cock pushing past her lips and deep into her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Ox’s beast feels like it’s gonna dislocate my jaw, but god, the feeling of him fucking me like I’m some sex toy is driving me crazy. I’d jump on this monster and ride him ’til I passed out if he would let me!”
Susan runs her hands gently along Bex’s leg, watching Ox just ravage Bex’s face like he was fucking a pussy. “That’s impressive, Bex. You’re quite the cock-slut.”
Groaning around the monster that’s invading her mouth, Bex can’t help but succumb to the pleasure being brutalized on her poor throat.
Susan gently tugs on Bex’s nipple rings. “Breathe through your nose, slut.” Laughing at Bex’s face and throat being fucked into next week, Susan motions for the spa tech, who has joined the show, to begin her laser treatment on Bex.
When the laser is applied to Bex’s pubic region, it’s like someone was dragging a hot lighter on her skin, causing her to shriek.
Susan crows, “God, I’m envious of Alathia; the wondrous noises you make, Bex.” She grabs her nipple, twisting it roughly. “You were born to be doing this right here!”
Bex is trying to definitely disagree with Susan; that she, in fact, doesn’t enjoy this and she isn’t some sex-crazed slut.
“Oh look, Ox, this slut is disagreeing with what’s obvious to everyone,” Susan says, slipping two fingers deep into Bex’s wet hole, the evidence of her sexual arousal now covering Susan’s fingers.
Bex groans in pleasure, as the pain of the treatment is mixed with the humiliation of her face-fucking and Susan’s now-constant finger-banging.
“Oh god, I’m so close. I’m so… I’m gonna get some fucking relief. These fucks are gonna slip up, and I’m gonna get my fucking release!”
Ox pulls his cock free of Bex’s mouth, only to begin shooting his rather large load all over Bex’s face giving her a facial, much to Susan’s cackling amusement. Slipping her fingers into Bex’s mouth to clean with her free hand, Susan begins rubbing the semen all over Bex’s face. “Gotta make sure Ox’s load is spread equally all over your face; who knows, maybe this will induce others to help giving you more for your semen facial.”
Trembling, Bex, suddenly denied her orgasm, shudders trying to regain her composure. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I was soooooo, soooooo close. I’m so close it hurts. My body is actually so ready, it’s an aching in my pussy. Roll me into the fucking lobby and leave me there; at least I’d get off!!!!”
Having completed the hair removal, Bex is repositioned on all fours, and Ox is about to fuck her ass. Pulling the tail plug free with a pop, the gaping hole seems to scream for it to be filled with a large cock.
“Oh Bex, you lucky girl. Ox is gonna fuck you so good with that cock, and you’re gonna lick me ’til I cum all over your fucking face!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Bex replies, in a hushed tone. Still wearing the cooling cum on her face, Bex begins furiously licking Susan’s pussy like a woman possessed, grunting, as she feels Ox comically large cock slamming into her well-lubed ass. “Oh fuck, oh fuck! This fucker’s gonna break my ass for sure, and I don’t care, as long as he gets me off, finally!!!!”
Susan, seeing the signs of Bex’s orgasm coming to the surface, motions for Ox to stop fucking the cunt’s ass and to begin securing Bex back to the cart. Bex, fighting to drive her own fingers deep in her pussy, is quickly subdued by Ox.
Bex is screaming, “FUCK YOU BOTH! SHOCK ME! PLEASE SHOCK ME! YOU, YOU CUNT FUCKERS…!!!” then bursts into hysterical sobs. Both Ox and Susan begin laughing at the pitiful display of a woman sobbing, naked with cum dripping from her face, and her ass completely stretched open, her tail simply slips right back in.
Bex, still sobbing, wonders what possible hell could her Mistress have in store for her next ’cause she’s not sure how much more her mind can take, and her body’s already betraying most resistance Bex’s putting up.
**********
Pubert flopped down in his office chair, pondering the weird breakfast this morning, and wondered if he actually did witness his daughter’s pussy wet and wanting more. “No, that can’t be, but when I get home, I’ll definitely need to speak with Jill about boundaries.”
Finally noticing the pink post-it note stuck to the computer saying to open his top drawer, Pubert suspiciously opens it, noticing a blindfold with a page of instructions.
“Go to the west side restroom, the one that’s under renovation. Enter the handicap stall, pull your pants down, and secure your hands in the available handcuffs, secure the blindfold,and wait. Failure to comply by 10:00am to these directions, will result in your peers finding out about your secret fetish.”
Pubert felt the blood drain from his face, and a mild panic wash over him like the tides of the ocean washing away sandcastles. “Oh no!” Quickly, Pubert grabs his phone, dials Jill’s number, a few rings, and his wife-mistress picks up. Unfortunately, Pubert’s call goes straight to voicemail. “Fuck!” Checking the time, Pubert has plenty of time before he has to be in place. “What the fuck else could go wrong today.”
Sally enters her boss’s office. “Hello Mr. Reid. so So, Mr. Mitchell is asking for you to come to his office A-S-A-P.”
“Thanks, Sally.” He thinks to himself, “I wonder what Mr. Mitchell wants?”
Sally, the beautiful office assistant, quickly departs and leaves after having dropped more on the plate of Pubert’s life.
Hopping up from his desk, Pubert heads to Mr. Mitchell’s office.
Mr. Reid approaches Cindy’s desk. Mr. Mitchell’s personal secretary-personal aide is arguably the second most powerful person in the company.
“Hello Cindy. Mr. Mitchell left a message saying he wanted to see me?”
Cindy looks up from her computer. “Hello Mr. Reid. Mr. Mitchell is waiting for you.”
Pubert Reid enters his boss’s office.
Sitting behind the custom mahogany desk, Mr. Mitchell finally realizes Pubert is waiting for him. “I see you got my message.”
“Absolutely, boss.” Standing before his boss, wearing his cock cage and the crotchless pink-lace number with matching training bra, is really causing a strain; his pathetic cock to wants to bust out of its chastity.
In a moment of self reflection, “Standing in front of my boss wearing my own panties is just as thrilling as the day I stole my wife’s panties and wore them to work.”
Mr. Mitchell, with an air of excitement swirling around him, announces, “Great news, Reid, our company Letam t-fos is being purchased by Exodus Imperium Unlimited.”
Pubert runs through the memories, trying to piece why that name sounds so familiar. “Oh shit, that’s Jill’s company!”
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