Californian Slut

Californian Slut

Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. This is the story, written by both of us, telling of what happened following our first explosive weekend together (described in Enslaving Ev on Literotica) …

PART 3

Slut …

I lay naked in bed. I had finished my essay, I had showered and I had come to bed early.

I had sucked the stranger’s cock.

I screwed my eyes shut in an attempt to make the image in my mind go away. It had happened as Master said it would. He arrived, I took the paper from him, led him by the hand to my room where I knelt down took his cock out and sucked him dry.

It was awful. He even had a ring in the end of his ‘thing’ to make my job harder. I was grateful that, probably because I did the best I could, the experience didn’t last long. Five minutes of me sucking him was all he could stand before filling my throat with his seed. I nearly choked but managed to stop myself. I held his juice until he had gone.

The worst thing was that he threw fifty bucks down onto me. That was worse than blowing him. Doing something under Master’s instruction was part of my life as his slave. But being paid fifty dollars to do it made me feel like a common street whore.

Now the voice in my head wouldn’t stop.

‘You sucked the stranger’s cock!’

Shut up!

‘But … his cock? You took it out and blew him. You didn’t even speak to him.’

Please, shut up.

‘How could you?’

I don’t know, stop asking questions.

Rika was a bitch. How could she fasten me up so and then free me only when I had been chained for so long. She must have been collaborating with Master because all the timings were so ordered given that ‘the man’ had turned up just after I had completed my other tasks. It was a thought that caused great inner turmoil for me but one that I had no channel through which to ask the question without being punished. I had not seen her since the man had left. How would I face her again?

I wanted so badly to sleep but couldn’t. My mind listened to the voice in my head and it was driving me insane. Then there had been Master’s final email. It had told me what he expected of me the following day by way of dress when I went to college. I was to be allowed panties again – or at least a thong – but I was to wear a short denim skirt. My hair was to be pulled tight into a pony tail so that my SLUT earrings were permanently and clearly on display.

I was to wear a cropped tube top that was tight enough to reveal once again the rings though my nipples, and, of course … no bra. My skirt was to be worn low on the hips so that enough bare skin was on show between that and my tube top to reveal the tattoo on my lower back. It said ‘SLUT’ and even though it was a Chinese symbol there were enough people of Chinese origin at CAL to know what it meant. I was to wear 4 inch heals. The way I had been asked to appear would scream out ‘SLUT!’

Before leaving I was to wake Rika, who had another study day at home, so that she could check I had complied to the letter with Master’s instructions regarding my appearance.

I was at college until 3 in the afternoon tomorrow. 2 full lectures and a lunch, during which Master had instructed me to go onto the grassed area and kneel in the Nadu slave position once I had finished eating my sandwich. This would normally have been fine as I could probably pass it off as a form of Yoga … but given my planned state of dress, it would be horrible.

Sleep would not come. The voice was still there.

‘His cock, his cum in your mouth just pooled right there in your mouth. You didn’t even speak to him.’

I know, I know.

‘And he paid you 50 bucks. You’re a whore, a useless, worthless whore!

I said I know – just shut up! Please!

But I was juicing. Despite all of this going on in my head, my pussy was wet. My mind was in turmoil as my fingers sought to provide satisfaction to my hot, horny body. I writhed and groaned and moaned as my fingers became slick. I saw the man again, his cock, his cum … felt it at my throat. My clit grew hard and I came, so hard, so much, so satisfying.

My eyes felt heavy, and my mind wandered and sleep came to me. It was a glorious, restful, rejuvenating and much needed sleep.

******

My nipples were even more erect than normal under the tight constraints of my tube top. Fuck knows, they seemed to be permanently hard anyway these days with the rings through them, but today – wow! What’s more they were visible easily through the thin material.

Rika stared at my chest and smiled making me flush even more.

I stood, whimpering and afraid, and my mind was already picturing the humiliating walk to college. I had been worried about the nature of my appearance ever since reading Master’s instructions but now I realised that despite the sunshine and relative warmth, November was no time for short skirts and cut off tube tops! I shivered and looked at my roomie, remembering what she had done to me the day before. Still, on the plus side I was well rested and had completed my essay.

“Okay then, off slut goes, go on shoo.” It was time, and Rika was treating me like a dog. “And make sure you walk to class, not run or catch the bus, walk.”

I smiled weakly, picked up my bag, took a large breath and started walking. My head was turning quickly around, trying to look at all the houses and streets in front of and behind me. I heard giggling over my shoulder and glanced back. A group of girls was following me. I didn’t know them or what they were saying but they had to be laughing at me, dressed as I was.

It seemed to take forever for me to walk to college that day. Every sound made me jump and seemed magnified. Every corner turned was a place where I was totally exposed. I was scared to death, but excited too. My nipples felt even harder and I was afraid that I was going to soak my thong in pussy juice.

When I got to school I once again ducked into the same alley-way as the day before. I exhaled, almost slumped over, in relief. I vowed to not let the situation get to me as I had a long day ahead.

I moved away from the alley and bumped straight into a girl and a boy walking together. CAL students but I didn’t know them. I surprised myself by crashing into them and the bag slipped from my grasp making my files fall loosely onto the ground. I stumbled but did not fall.

“Whoaaa, sorry didn’t see you there,” The boy said. I glanced up at him before I remembered how I was dressed. He was handsome so I smiled before bending down quickly to gather my things.

“It … it … it’s ok,” I mumbled, wanting only to make my exit as speedily as I could. His girl sniffed at me as if I was some sort of slut or prostitute.

“Look how she’s dressed Joe, what a slut – in fact that’s what her earrings say. Joe look they say slut, can you believe it oh my goodness what a whore!”

I was beyond caring at this point. I just wanted to leave them. Did I blush? Of course I did.

The boy was silent but I could tell what was on his mind given the sly glance he gave me as I managed to get away from them.  Her excited pronouncements had brought me a little attention and a few surrounding girls pointed at me now. Fuck this was already proving to be worse than I had imagined. I wanted to run but remembered my promise to Rika.

I was embarrassed and humiliated but I was juicing. I hated this yet loved it at the same time. I really was a slut!

By now a group of four or five girls were looking at me.  I tried to check that Mei Ling was not amongst them. It was hard to tell but I didn’t think so. I was so aware of my tight top and short, short skirt not to mention my slut heels and tattoo, braces, mouth stud … oh fuck what must I look like? I couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. I was so red-faced it was unbelievable.

Without further incident I entered the lecture theatre and saw Julia, who was in my Tuesday morning class along with several other friends. The day before I had arrived late, sat pretty much on my own and Julia wasn’t in that class. So I only had to suffer the humiliation from people relatively unknown to me. But today I would have to acknowledge my state to my friends, somehow. My ringed nipples were hard as pebbles and showing quite plainly through the top.

As I slid into the long bench desk next to Julia I knew what would happen. My short skirt rode up high on my thighs. I saw my saviour from the day before look down at the ever expanding expanse of Ev flesh and raise her eyebrow.  I was not sure if my thong was exposed and I didn’t look to see but I was blushing deeply when I looked at her and smiled. She was grinning back at me as she leaned in towards my face. For a brief, exciting moment I thought she was going to kiss me but instead she simply whispered,

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

I looked at her and felt tears spring to my eyes. She must have noticed this as she turned away to face the front saving me from making an embarrassing explanation or lying to her. The lecture was due to start. The professor entered the theatre. He looked up at his class. There was around twenty of us present so not a huge number to hide in. As he started to speak I just knew I would be singled out – on today of all days!

“Okay class, so first things first. Hand in your essays please. And to start that task I would like Miss Wang, Evelyn, to bring me hers. She was late to her lecture yesterday and so it would seem fitting I think you will agree. Miss Wang?”

It wasn’t even done maliciously by the professor, he was simply trying to make a point in what he believed was an innocent manner. But today was the wrong day for him to do this. Julia glanced at me as I slipped off the bench, her eyes full of sympathy.

I stood up and my stiff denim skirt managed to release another inch or two of flesh as it stayed creased. I held my essay in my hand as I made to descend the stairs towards his lectern.  I could see his eyes widen at my appearance from the length of the distance that existed between us but that wasn’t the worst thing. Of the twenty in attendance there were only 6 or so girls, and the many boys dotted around the theatre began to whistle and catcall. Then, horror of horrors, they applauded. Hand clapped my skimpy attire, fuck this was so demeaning.

I approached the professor with the class in uproar.

“Th … there you are Sir.”

“Thank you Evelyn,” he responded. The applause and the shouts of abuse showed no sign of abating.

“Would you like me to leave Sir?” I asked. I was aware that Master had commanded I stay but I would have to handle him down the line. This was proving to be too much.

“No. No thank you Evelyn,” his eyes roved over my body too. I made to return to my seat.

“Look at those earrings!”

“Slut!”

“Come here Ev and let me see what colour panties you’re wearing.”

The laughter became louder.

As I ascended the steps I felt myself grabbed.

“Hey,” I shouted, “let me go!”

Whilst off balance I was thrown quickly over the desk piece of the wooden bench and felt my skirt moved down an inch or two.

My mind was a blur. Not in class. Please don’t. What’s going on? But they were after my tattoo.

“Fuck it says ‘SLUT’ in Chinese. She’s a little slant eyed slut!”

More laughter.

I was pushed back out onto the theatre steps and fell over. With my skirt being so short there were few options for getting back to my feet with grace. So I struggled, and gave everyone a flash of thigh and thong whilst doing so.

“Come to daddy Chinese Ev, slutty Ev …”

“Ha, ha, ha.” The laughter continued but I seemed abstracted from it now, somehow distant. I reached the place where Julia was sitting and my mind was numb. I picked up my bag and ran for the exit. As the doors swung shut behind me just one shout rang out.

“Ev, wait, stop.” I stopped and turned. It was Julia standing facing me in the doorway. I stared at her feeling like a frightened deer. She looked directly back at me. I was on the verge of running to her and throwing myself weeping into her arms, but a group of lecture-less students wandered between us and so I took my chance to escape. When the group had passed by I knew that Julia would not know which way I had turned. I was gone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I had only lasted 10 minutes. Master had ordered me to remain the whole time but he didn’t know what he was asking. Each day, he had said, my appearance would get more slut-like. Well shit, I didn’t know how much more slut-like I could get, save coming in naked. Then the word ‘naked’ stuck in my mind. No, surely not – he wouldn’t, not naked. But the thought now scared me because I couldn’t be sure how far he would push me.

I decided that I would leave the campus grounds and walk into the woods nearby until lunchtime. Then I would do the lunchtime Nadu as ordered before attending the afternoon lecture. My immediate friends and Julia would not be there at the later class. It was an off curriculum class on Sociology Research. I must go and then I could be as true to Master as possible.

I took off my shoes and walked. It was sunny and nowhere near as cold as I first feared. My nipples were still very erect though and my experience, as much as I hated it, had made me juice. I began to fantasise about what could happen to me in those woods. I could be abducted and held as a sex slave or tied up and raped or … just then a quick movement ahead startled me and woke me from my day dream. It was only a rabbit. I laughed to myself.

I was still tired after my non stop induction into the world of slut-hood and so I sat down in the sun on a grassy bank. Making sure the sun shone on me and that my skirt, brief though it was, protected me from the touch of the grass, I drifted off into a welcome morning sleep.

I slept soundly, waking a good while later. I saw from my wrist watch that it was almost lunchtime and so I stretched my body back into life and made my way to the main grassed area stopping to buy a sandwich from the many sandwich carts to be found on campus. I sat quietly and alone to eat my lunch. I pondered on whether my life had really changed as much as it now seemed. How could I be friends with Julia and the other girls whilst Master ruled every waking – and sometimes sleeping – moment of my life? Could I really count Rika as my friend now that she could become the ‘bitch from hell’ whenever she felt like it? And what about Master Si? Was he my boyfriend, were we ‘together’ should I expect to move in with him sometime, would I want to?

All these questions were still to answer and no answers were available. So instead I put them out of my mind and calmed myself in readiness for the afternoon. I replaced my shoes (after all to be slut/slave like for Nadu I would need my heels), found a clear piece of grass and knelt on it. I opened my knees as far as the skirt would allow and placed my hands on my thighs. I thrust out my tits and cast my eyes downwards. There, that was okay and it didn’t feel too bad.

I stayed in that position for the lunch period and managed to last out uninterrupted. I think I probably looked okay except for the lack of girly composure that my spread knees gave away. But I thought of Master, worshipping his cock and I thought of Rika – how I hated, and loved and lusted after her. Then my thoughts went back to Master and I imagined myself chained to his bed, crying for his attention and writhing to his touch. By the time my Nadu was over my pussy was soaked and I was sure that I smelled of sex. That thought made me a little nervous again. But I would go to my lecture, I had to.

The walk was short to the Soc research class and I encountered no hostility, just a few lewd comments. I slipped into the class relatively quietly and sat near the back. The downside was that there were only about 10 of us there but I was seated and from the waist up I looked ok. I had no one sit near to me and so the strong smell of my arousal – or so I imagined – was not drifting up anyone else’s nostrils. Then it was over and the fear induced excitement of the day started to give way to a nervous anticipation at what might lie in store for me when I returned home.

I had a study day the following day and so did not need to attend any classes. That meant that I would not have to suffer an even more slut like appearance than the one I had suffered today. I hoped that I would be allowed to rest – how I needed to!

I switched on my cell phone and it beeped into a life. A text message – from Master! I skimmed the words. It was telling me to get a cab to his house. In fact that’s all it said, nothing else – no ‘kisses’, no ‘love from Master’, it was an order plain and simple. When you finish get a cab to my house was all it said.

I felt light hearted, more so than I had felt all day and was desperate to relieve my lust fuelled frustration.

I walked out of the theatre and into the dusky evening. It was 3pm and the sun was starting to set. Then it happened. One minute I was almost skipping away in my heels, and the next a trio of young women – clearly CAL students, who had been laughing and joking loudly, suddenly stopped and stared at me. None of the three girls moved for a long moment, then one of them stepped forward and, before I could stop her, and as if in slow motion, she hit me. SLAP! My head flew to one side as her right palm crashed down with full force onto my left cheek. I screamed and my bag and files flew everywhere. I fell to the ground and my eyes burst into floods of tears. I was shocked and hurt and so I did not fight when I felt a hand cup my chin and lift my head. I looked up with hope, but that hope was shattered when I saw the look of disgust on the girl’s face.

I saw her lips pucker but my cheek was already so wet from my own tears that I hardly felt it when the spit that she forcefully showered me with fell onto my face. My sobs intensified yet again.

"You disgrace us all!" the girl admonished me loudly. "I don't like to use these words unless it is warranted, but in your case, it definitely IS warranted. You are a slut, a bitch, a whore, a no-good cunt, and you are an absolute disgrace to women everywhere!"

Again she spat at me as did her two friends before they ran off into the distance. My world had crashed around me. My head was spinning and my face hurt. I could now feel their spit dripping down my face and felt their harsh words deeply. Did they mean what they had said? I had not thought about how I made other people, other girls, think. I had looked only at what my situation meant to me. Shit, this was a new dimension. I would need to be careful in future about my public attitude and displays.

I scrambled to my feet giving anyone who saw me a great view of my thong covered bare ass. My pony tail had come out and so I brushed my long flowing hair behind my ears.

“Oh Master, what have you done to your slave?” I cried quietly to myself before dusting myself down, picking up my files and walking in a more subdued manner to find a cab.  My phone once more played a tune back to me indicating the arrival of a text message. It was again from Master. Slut, you will be finished now. I have arranged a cab for you from outside the Sociology faculty building. Go there now – it will be waiting for you. Another text message clear and to the point. I began to walk with more purpose now to the waiting taxi, diverting only for a brief visit to the ladies rest room to remove the remains of the spit from my face. I felt the churn in my tummy as I thought of what might lie ahead.

Rika …

It was early afternoon. I had just finished my lunch and was thinking about starting to revise my work again; after all I was supposed to be on study leave. But it was hard when images of Ev and Master Si would not disappear from my mind. I was alone in the house and so had not been too concerned about wearing clothes. I sat in a pair of high cut panties and an old faded white T shirt. If anything, my attire was the source of further distraction because my pussy and tits were just far too accessible to my curious fingers. So even though I had hardly read a word from my work I was already fingering the nipple rings through my T shirt.  Just then an email arrived … it was from Si. The subject read – What are you doing? I clicked the mail open.

To: Rika

From: Master Si

Hey Rika, when Master was reading slut Ev’s emails from earlier telling me about how she crawled like a pet I started to think about gyrl playing with herself! And then about slut Rika playing with her pussy!

How does Rika play with herself? Does she just use one finger to slip inside her cunt and massage her clit? Or does she use several fingers and flick her clit with her thumb? Or maybe slut Rika has a vibrator or dildo?

Rika may find these questions intrusive or embarrassing but hey if master asks then Slut should answer! :-)

I smiled to myself. Si was obviously feeling as horny as I was. I wondered briefly if he had any plans for Ev later this day, before I addressed the keyboard and clicked on ‘reply’.

To: Master Si

From: Rika

Hi Master Si, Rika is not shy about telling you anything...I usually start to
play with myself after reading a horny story or looking at some hot pictures. I sit in my computer chair, put my legs over the arms, and use two or three fingers while I read or look. Of course, I pick up speed as I near some sort of climax. I do flick my clitty with my pointer finger near the end. I have only just bought a dildo and so haven’t used it much.

I thought this might begin to turn Master Si on, but I felt that he would want more, so …

I also have my play time in bed, with my legs in the air, and usually after focusing on you or slut Ev or something else I cum. Who knows what happens to me during the night, since Rika often awakens with two fingers in her pussy and wet like a slut.

Oh fuccckkkk, Rika imagines now....waking with her mouth around your cock and her fingers in her pussy. Collared and ankles chained. Your cock almost like a baby's pacifier, but soooo much better....

Can hardly wait for more, kissesssssssss

I sat back and smiled. It had made me hot just writing this email and I so hoped that Master felt the same. I did not have to wait long to find out. Just minutes later another email appeared.

To: Rika

From: Master Si

I loved your words Rika. I have an instruction for you. I want you to use your vibrator now to play with yourself – make sure you cum hard and then take a picture with your digi cam of yourself in a satisfied state with your vibrator inside your used pussy making sure that the wet juice of your lusty arousal is clear to see. Master wants that photo sending to him within the hour. Happy poking!

I smiled again. I was fine with Master’s instruction and in fact almost desperate to oblige. I reflected momentarily on how Master referred to me in the first person. He called me ‘you’ and allowed me to say ‘I’. Slut Ev was always made to communicate in the 3rd person, and I guessed that was due to the fact that she was lower in status than I was, but not, I sighed, lower in terms of his heart. Still I must get on with the show.

Moving to my bed I brought my digi-cam out so that I had it to hand when my condition warranted the picture and then, opening my drawer, I reached in and pulled out a long vibrator.  It was pink with a white marble filled band in the center and a long pink tip curling out from the base that extended upward, ending in what looked like a tiny set of rabbit ears. I licked my lips in anticipation of what this little machine was about to do to me and stripped off my T shirt and panties … I was already wet.

I took a tube of gel from the box and began to coat the dildo sections and glanced down at the box. It extolled the virtues of my purchase very clearly … the best vibrator technology, two motors, dual controls, multiple speeds. I completed the lubrication, flicked the switch and moaned slightly when I heard the sensuous buzzing sound. Then I felt the fat tip of the smooth seven-inch shaft at the mouth of my pussy.

I moaned softly then nuzzled against my pillow. The shaft vibrated as it slipped inside me, and I found my pussy squeezing against it, then I felt it twisting and moving inside me in a way that quickly moved me on towards feeling sooooooo good. There were little bumps on it that seemed to spin inside my cunt, and I found myself looking downward to watch the pink tool working away. I relaxed such that the vibro slid forward until it moved sufficiently to bring its ears squarely against my clit. I flipped another switch and the ears began to vibrate. I felt my pussy convulse as my head fell back in startled pleasure.

I let myself go and, as I did, I felt the vibrator twisting inside me with soft movements against my clit. I took my nipples and pulled them hard, hoping to break the dam of my hot, turned on pussy and that did it! The first orgasm took me, blinding me in white heat. It seemed like a living thing inside of me, huge and impatient. And then I stopped thinking at all as my fingers turned the power up again and I began to climax for a second time, hard, with my eyes squeezed shut as my whole body shuddered.

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuccccccccccccccckkkkkk!” I wailed, but I didn't stop humping my hot pussy against the vibro nor did I withdraw it. I kept moving it inside myself, fucking my pussy as my hand cupped my right breast squeezing gently while the vibrator worked its magic.

Then the spasms came again, this time wrenching my hips off the bed, as I rolled over onto my side. I could hear my own voice echoing off the bedroom walls, moaning and sighing and begging, forcing the tool deeper and the vibrating ears harder against my clit.

But I wasn’t yet done and I changed the pattern of my ministrations. I pulled the shaft mostly out of my pussy, and then twisted it and, reaching backwards over my hips, reinserted it into my hungry, glistening hole from behind. Suddenly I felt the rabbit ears vibrating on full power as they pressed against my ass. I whimpered and moaned uncontrollably and there was nothing I could do but cum again and so, with a final cry, I exploded in a finale of mind blowing lights, draining every ounce of strength and frustration from my soul.

I was exhausted, prostrate on the sheets with the tool just laying, dormant and silent, still inside my drained body. I opened my eyes, smiled to myself and reached up to set the camera’s timer switch. I knew Master Si wanted to see me like this and I would not disappoint him.

I took the picture. There, it was done. But was I done? I moved back to the vibrator still resident between my legs. I moved to the switch and kicked it onto high.  I groaned at the speed of the tool’s pace. Once again the rabbit ears got to my quivering clit, and my pussy flooded with yet more pleasure. Then it came. More juice than I thought possible. How many orgasms had I had - three, four, five – I really had lost count. My body arched during my latest climax and then flopped heavily down onto the bed. Once the aftershocks had wound down, I shut off the Rabbit and pulled it out.

“Fuck,” I said quietly to myself, “I hoped Master Si has few demands for the remainder of today as I’m now ruined. I'll never have the strength to cum again."

It was a while before I had the will to move and send the picture onto Master. But I knew that I must and so, dragging myself to my PC, I downloaded the picture. I waited for his response. It wasn’t long in arriving.

To: Rika

From: Master Si

Rika, good girl. Good picture, you look hot and satisfied. However I hope you left some for me as I want you to get dressed and come over to my place now. See you soon.

Fuck, I thought, he wants more. I was tired but excited. Will it be just me or will Ev be there also. I couldn’t wait to find out.

Master …

I peeled my lips away from Rika’s. She was a hot slut and the kiss would undoubtedly have led to more, but the cab had arrived.

“Come on Rika let’s go and see slut Ev.”

Rika smiled, disappointed by the cessation of our coupling but excited by the arrival of Ev. She knew that I had something quite special in store for Ev but she did not know what.

The cab driver wound his window down.

“Hey Si.” I knew the driver; he was a buddy of mine. I needed someone I could trust for this job.  I reached into my pocket and brought out $100 in used bills.

“Thanks Rick, appreciate it.”

I looked at the slumped figure of Ev in the rear seat. Rick had covered her over with a blanket and arranged so she appeared to be sleeping – smart idea.

“Chloroform work okay?” I asked.

“No problem Si, easy job. What you gonna do with her,” he asked eying Rika and no doubt letting his mind take him further into his fantasy.

“Have some fun Rick, that’s all,” I replied as Rika collected Ev’s bags and I swept her unconscious form into my arms.

He laughed. “Later pal,” and with that he drove away.

“Okay Rika, let’s get slut inside.”

I dropped her onto my bed and spread her arms and legs allowing me to get better access to her body. I looked at the way she had been dressed for college today and smiled at how she had clearly taken my instruction to heart. Good gyrl! I looked forward to hearing her story. But for now I needed her naked.

“Strip her Rika,” I ordered. Rika obeyed with a keen enthusiasm and I watched as she removed slut’s tube top, skirt and panties before slipping her heels off. I smiled noticing how Rika let her fingers roam over Ev’s breasts and shaven pubic region. I knew she was desperate to penetrate her, but she held off.

“Master?” Rika’s voice had a mischievous edge to it. I Moved closer to her and moved my hand to cup her between the legs. She groaned and involuntarily thrust her groin at me.

“Yes Rika?” I answered smiling at how her ringed nipple protruded through her white T shirt. She had gorgeous breasts, bigger than Ev’s and firm enough to fill my fingers as I reached up with my free hand to fondle her.

She bit her lips and trembled finding it harder to speak now that I caressed both her tits and her pussy.

“Oh Master, I … I was just thinking,”

“Yes Rika?”

“Do you think slut would cum if I licked her now AND stay unconscious?”

“I know she would Rika. Think of it like having a wet dream. She would not feel you in her mind but you would still trigger the same physical reaction. Wanna try?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“Go ahead then.” I moved away and allowed Rika to kneel between slut’s legs. I felt myself going hard as one girl’s head moved to another girl’s groin, and it came into my mind to roll down Rika’s denims and panties and fuck her while she was engaged in licking her roomie. But I thought better of it … I would need all of my strength to entertain slut Ev.

I moved away to look down on the lovely little vignette being played out before me. By the time Rika had soaked her mouth in Ev’s leaking juice I was as solid as a rock. Rika had made her cum but Ev had not stirred an inch. Fuck that was hot. But now it was time for the entertainment.

Slut…

I shivered as my mind slowly came back into focus. I tried to recall the events of earlier. How earlier? What time was it now? Where was I? All these questions were in my mind. I was naked, that much was obvious, and I was chained. Chained with my arms spread wide … I could feel cold brick against my back. I had wrist manacles on and my arms were stiff. I ached and I couldn’t move them. My legs were free and I was blindfold.

Not just blindfold like playing a game of ‘blind man’s buff’ but I mean really blindfold. So much so, that I couldn’t see anything at all. My world was dark and black.

Suddenly the dark in which I now existed seemed cold. My head ached a little … I remembered the cab driver. He must have drugged me. Where the fuck was I? Was Master involved or had I been taken by Zhen Hua, or Jonno or Yang or … whoever!

A draught stirred in my hair. I could see nothing. Total fucking darkness.

Again air caught my skin making me feel like goose-bumps. Shivers ran down my back and my pussy felt sticky. Shit, had I been raped already? The thought made me feel sick. Fucked while I was unconscious. I couldn’t be sure of course; in fact I couldn’t be sure about anything.

“Hello!” I called out. Nothing, not a sound.

What was happening? I was scared, very fucking scared!

It was awful not being able to see. I really didn’t like this. There could be anyone in this room with me. People with guns or knives or maybe a noose for my neck … shut up Ev think other thoughts. But I couldn’t help it, not here, not like this, chained in the dark and not able to see a thing. It was so quiet.

I felt the draught again. A then a sense of movement.

“Who’s there?” I questioned.

A door opening and then footsteps.

“H ... hello,” I stammered. It was a relief to hear someone, but terrifying too. I was amazed that I didn’t need to piss, but my bladder was being good for the moment.

More footsteps and then silence.

“Please,” I begged, “Speak to me, tell me where I am. What do you want?”

Still nothing.

“Master, is it you?” I cried out hopefully. No reply.

I could only hear the sound of my own breathing. It was a little jerky, I was scared.

Shit! What’s gonna happen? What are they gonna do to me? Was it a ‘they’? Then I heard rustling sounds. The sound of clothes. It seemed close by, certainly in the same room, but it was hard to tell.

Was there someone else here with me? Had I been truly abducted and was now awaiting shipment to some far away place.

“Helllllpppppp!!!!” I yelled, my mind getting the better of me. I imagined how I looked. Naked, stretched against the wall. Had I already been raped? My groin certainly felt violated. Then I heard it. A whisper. A voice. A male voice, but not one that I recognised. And it sounded near.

“Please, help me!” I shouted, desperate now for someone to rescue me, “who are you, what do you want?”

And then I heard a girl speak – softly, quietly. I decided to keep quiet. Fuck, how I wished I could see. Then I heard the whisper once more and there was something about it that made my skin crawl. It was giving quiet commands. I made out the word obey, somebody or something had to be obeyed. Oh shit, this was bad, very bad.

The whisper continued. Hard to make out clearly, but definitely there. It became more terrifying to me. Then … silence.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat. In. Out. In. Out.

Pounding, pounding …

I struggled to listen, straining my now heightened sense of hearing to pick up whatever I could. Had the whisperer gone? Was the girl still there?

”Hello,” I stammered meekly, “is there anybody there?” Shit it sounded like I was trying to waken the dead, maybe I was! Oh, fuck now I was scared, really scared.

The sudden shriek rocked me even in my bonds.

Then another. And another.

I yelled out, begging whoever, whatever, it was to stop. Then another scream, but this time it was part sigh that started as a high pitch but descended into a low guttural moan. I turned my head to the source of the sound, but could, of course see nothing.

“Oh, fuck, please, please, what’s happening?”

A cry rendered, then three more in quick succession. Oh, ah, ohhhh!

Then; “Please!”

“Please!!!”

I could hear heavy breathing and deep moans now. Oh shit, this was really bad.

Then I heard a loud intake of breath, another cry and a quivering “oh, no, please …!”

I stood, secured in the darkness, shaking and listening. I did not know what I was hearing. Was it pain? It sounded like sex. I thought of the cries that I had given out these last few days when Master, and whoever else, had screwed me. My moans of pleasure when I was thrust into, when a tongue had worked my nipples or a finger split my pussy lips in two.

“Please!” the voice begged again. Begging for more or begging to stop? Which was it?

“Please … suck harder!” Fuck that was clear. It might have been pain before but it was pleasure now. I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy slicking up.

“Oh ... oh, I please!”

This please came, I imagined, through gritted teeth. A cry emitted as whatever sensation had caused it became overwhelming.

Fuck, this sounded like sex, like great sex. My heart was beating faster, but for a different reason. I was becoming so hot just listening to what was happening. A warm flush spread through me and I could sense my juices start to flow. I could not believe my reaction. Here I was chained and at the darkened mercy of fuck knows what, and I was juicing.  I felt that I had betrayed myself by becoming so stoked in this situation.

I was sure of what was happening now, it was white knuckle sex. Raw, hard sex. Would I be next? I hoped not … or did I? Fuck I wanted to cum just listening in. I felt almost dirty… like a voyeur.

With every pant and every cry I imagined a beautiful girl, maybe even Rika, thrashing her head from side to side in the throes of ecstasy.

Fuck …

Oh Fuck …

I so want to cum …

If she didn’t stop making those sounds soon I’d explode. Panting, moaning, gasping, cries, squeals. It made me tingle all over. I wanted to …

I wanted to …

Oh fuck, how I wanted to …

Then it was over.

Silence. Nothing. Not even a low panting. What had happened? Where had she gone? Where had they gone?

For moments afterwards the sound of my heartbeat seemed to reverberate around whatever room I was in. It was all I had and once more all I could hear.

To be continued …