Ibis - Leviathan Laroche (love letters to the dead .txt) 📗
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her. It was only when I pulled the chain connected to her collar that she looked up, her eyes flew open and she stammered, “but how?”
“Shut up whore,” I said. “I’ll tell you when to talk, you’re my slut now. I bought your slut ass.” I looked at her very seriously, no smile on my face. I looked her directly in the eye and the look of amazement drained from her face, replace with a look of intense lust.
“Yes Master,” she said. “I am your slave,” and she lowered herself to her knees, her head down. She suddenly sprang forward to hug my leg, kissing downward until she was kissing my shoe. The few men that were watching laughed at that. I could hear Larry loudest of all.
The bikers were having a party with their new slave as I pulled Jane to her feet by the lease. The perky blonde was spread on a table being fucked by one biker as another feed his cock to her month. One of the bikers was inviting every man in the bar to have a turn with her, and they were lining up. A continuous moan was coming from the girl; it was going to be a very long night for her.
The slave that had been purchased by the Arab was under his table sucking his cock while her new Master talked on his cell phone.
The former biker chick was bent over the booth I had been sitting in. Her Yuppie owner was whipping her ass with her chain while she moaned and begged him to use her harder. That was one new relationship that seemed to already be a success.
The tall blonde was sitting next to Carl, her new older Master, drinking from a tall glass. She looked bored, watching the bikers as he talked to her, only looking at him when he touched her breasts or thighs.
I pulled Jane out of the bar by her leash, still naked, to our car. I had her stand naked on the sidewalk as I got into the drivers’ side. Pulling on her leash through the window, I directed her to crawl into the passenger seat.
She started to talk as I soon as she was inside but I immediately shut her up. “I was serious in there, cunt,” I said looking into her eyes from only inches away. “I fucking paid for you, you are my slave. If you don’t like it we’ll go right back in there and I’ll give you away free to those bikers. Do you understand?” I was very serious, and she could see it.
“Yes Master,” she said. “I understand.” She wasn’t crying anymore. I ran my finger up her thigh, picking up as much of her pussy juice as I could.
I put my wet finger in front of her lips. “Lick it slut,” I ordered. Her tongue came out as she continued to look at me; she pulled away once to look at my finger as she recognized the taste. She quickly went back to licking, with more enthusiasm.
“I know what you are Jane,” I said. “I’ve been watching you. You’re a whore, a needy cum slut. Even though you were scared in there, you were still dripping your whore pussy juice because you were so excited. Well, you’re mine now, and I mean that. You’ll do exactly as I say, and you’ll serve me any way I want. And, you’ll serve anybody I order you to serve. Because you’re my whore,” as I said this her mouth engulfed my finger, sucking her pussy juice, moaning her agreement.
“Tell me about the piercing, Jane,” I ordered as we pulled away from the bar.
“Oh Master. It was awful and,” she looked down, her face become redder, “it was wonderful too.”
“They pierced all the girl’s nipples Master. Well, except for the second one, Liz. She was already pierced. They said it was how you could tell that a slave had been auctioned there. That was the mark. They used a vice-like thing to hold our breasts as they did it. I was crying so hard from being told I was going to be sold, and also from the pain, that Larry order me to lay on my back on the desk.
“My nipples really only hurt for a couple of seconds. But once I was on my back, he told the man who was doing the piercing to do my clit-hood. That really hurt at first Master. But when he was done, he was so excited that Larry let him fuck me while I was on the desk. At first my clit was sensitive as he fucked me, but after a while it started to feel really good.
“I’m sorry Master. I’m just a slave and a whore. I almost came as the man fucked me but I had been ordered not to. So I didn’t. Larry wouldn’t let him cum inside me, he said it would just make me harder to sell, so he ordered Liz to suck him off.
“Oh Master. It felt so good when the men were pulling on my chain. The tug on my nipples and my clit was almost more than I could stand.”
When we arrived at the hotel I parked in the back so that my car wouldn’t be visible from the street. I pulled Jane from the car by her leash and told her to stay on her hands and knees as I walked her, like a bitch in heat, into the room. Her breasts swayed with every movement of her body as she crawled over the concrete car barrier and up onto the sidewalk in from the door, the chains on her nipples and clit dragging on the ground. I had purposely parked a little bit away from the room, by the time we arrived she was panting.
I sat on the bed as she stayed on the floor, looking up at me. I was holding the leash in my hand as I addressed her.
“Here are the rules slut,” I started. “You belong to me, I am your new Master. Do you understand that?”
“Yes Master,” her eyes were bright.
“You will wear what I tell you to wear, you will fuck whom I tell you to fuck, you will cum when I tell you to cum. Is that clear?”
“Oh yes Master,” she was panting now, enjoying her humiliation.
“We’re leaving this town tomorrow,” I continued. Her eyes opened very wide in surprise.
“I’ve taken a new job in Los Angeles. We won’t be going back to the house, I’ve got enough money to replace the small amount of shit that we’ll be leaving there,” she was listening very carefully to every word.
“I’ll be picking out your new clothing, which won’t be much since you won’t be wearing bras or panties anytime soon. But you always be wearing your new dog collar, and the chains,” as I said this I strapped a new leather collar around her neck, removed the metal one, and reconnected the leash.
“Now, ‘bitch-formerly-known-as-Jane.’ Tell your Master what you are,” I jerked on her chain.
“I’m my Master’s slut,” she said panting again. “His whore, his property his slave, his cunt. I belong to him and he can do whatever he wants with me.”
Then she continued, just under her breath, “and I love him.” Imprint
“Shut up whore,” I said. “I’ll tell you when to talk, you’re my slut now. I bought your slut ass.” I looked at her very seriously, no smile on my face. I looked her directly in the eye and the look of amazement drained from her face, replace with a look of intense lust.
“Yes Master,” she said. “I am your slave,” and she lowered herself to her knees, her head down. She suddenly sprang forward to hug my leg, kissing downward until she was kissing my shoe. The few men that were watching laughed at that. I could hear Larry loudest of all.
The bikers were having a party with their new slave as I pulled Jane to her feet by the lease. The perky blonde was spread on a table being fucked by one biker as another feed his cock to her month. One of the bikers was inviting every man in the bar to have a turn with her, and they were lining up. A continuous moan was coming from the girl; it was going to be a very long night for her.
The slave that had been purchased by the Arab was under his table sucking his cock while her new Master talked on his cell phone.
The former biker chick was bent over the booth I had been sitting in. Her Yuppie owner was whipping her ass with her chain while she moaned and begged him to use her harder. That was one new relationship that seemed to already be a success.
The tall blonde was sitting next to Carl, her new older Master, drinking from a tall glass. She looked bored, watching the bikers as he talked to her, only looking at him when he touched her breasts or thighs.
I pulled Jane out of the bar by her leash, still naked, to our car. I had her stand naked on the sidewalk as I got into the drivers’ side. Pulling on her leash through the window, I directed her to crawl into the passenger seat.
She started to talk as I soon as she was inside but I immediately shut her up. “I was serious in there, cunt,” I said looking into her eyes from only inches away. “I fucking paid for you, you are my slave. If you don’t like it we’ll go right back in there and I’ll give you away free to those bikers. Do you understand?” I was very serious, and she could see it.
“Yes Master,” she said. “I understand.” She wasn’t crying anymore. I ran my finger up her thigh, picking up as much of her pussy juice as I could.
I put my wet finger in front of her lips. “Lick it slut,” I ordered. Her tongue came out as she continued to look at me; she pulled away once to look at my finger as she recognized the taste. She quickly went back to licking, with more enthusiasm.
“I know what you are Jane,” I said. “I’ve been watching you. You’re a whore, a needy cum slut. Even though you were scared in there, you were still dripping your whore pussy juice because you were so excited. Well, you’re mine now, and I mean that. You’ll do exactly as I say, and you’ll serve me any way I want. And, you’ll serve anybody I order you to serve. Because you’re my whore,” as I said this her mouth engulfed my finger, sucking her pussy juice, moaning her agreement.
“Tell me about the piercing, Jane,” I ordered as we pulled away from the bar.
“Oh Master. It was awful and,” she looked down, her face become redder, “it was wonderful too.”
“They pierced all the girl’s nipples Master. Well, except for the second one, Liz. She was already pierced. They said it was how you could tell that a slave had been auctioned there. That was the mark. They used a vice-like thing to hold our breasts as they did it. I was crying so hard from being told I was going to be sold, and also from the pain, that Larry order me to lay on my back on the desk.
“My nipples really only hurt for a couple of seconds. But once I was on my back, he told the man who was doing the piercing to do my clit-hood. That really hurt at first Master. But when he was done, he was so excited that Larry let him fuck me while I was on the desk. At first my clit was sensitive as he fucked me, but after a while it started to feel really good.
“I’m sorry Master. I’m just a slave and a whore. I almost came as the man fucked me but I had been ordered not to. So I didn’t. Larry wouldn’t let him cum inside me, he said it would just make me harder to sell, so he ordered Liz to suck him off.
“Oh Master. It felt so good when the men were pulling on my chain. The tug on my nipples and my clit was almost more than I could stand.”
When we arrived at the hotel I parked in the back so that my car wouldn’t be visible from the street. I pulled Jane from the car by her leash and told her to stay on her hands and knees as I walked her, like a bitch in heat, into the room. Her breasts swayed with every movement of her body as she crawled over the concrete car barrier and up onto the sidewalk in from the door, the chains on her nipples and clit dragging on the ground. I had purposely parked a little bit away from the room, by the time we arrived she was panting.
I sat on the bed as she stayed on the floor, looking up at me. I was holding the leash in my hand as I addressed her.
“Here are the rules slut,” I started. “You belong to me, I am your new Master. Do you understand that?”
“Yes Master,” her eyes were bright.
“You will wear what I tell you to wear, you will fuck whom I tell you to fuck, you will cum when I tell you to cum. Is that clear?”
“Oh yes Master,” she was panting now, enjoying her humiliation.
“We’re leaving this town tomorrow,” I continued. Her eyes opened very wide in surprise.
“I’ve taken a new job in Los Angeles. We won’t be going back to the house, I’ve got enough money to replace the small amount of shit that we’ll be leaving there,” she was listening very carefully to every word.
“I’ll be picking out your new clothing, which won’t be much since you won’t be wearing bras or panties anytime soon. But you always be wearing your new dog collar, and the chains,” as I said this I strapped a new leather collar around her neck, removed the metal one, and reconnected the leash.
“Now, ‘bitch-formerly-known-as-Jane.’ Tell your Master what you are,” I jerked on her chain.
“I’m my Master’s slut,” she said panting again. “His whore, his property his slave, his cunt. I belong to him and he can do whatever he wants with me.”
Then she continued, just under her breath, “and I love him.” Imprint
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