rounding the corner into the doorway that you saw me walk into earlier, you see a large black empty bed in the center of the room. your heart sinks when you do not spot me. the room smells of my cunt and cum, your cock twitches. in position around three sides of the bed are three slaves chained on all fours. they are all looking down. numbers painted on their backs. you don’t have the chance to get the numbers as you are yanked to your spot around the side of the bed.

“nummmber thurrrty fiiiiive,” the staff member draws out as he paints the numbers on your back.

“what a fucking idiot,” you think to yourself.

“on all fours thirty five, like a dog,” he barks.

you kneel down and get into position as the fresh paint drips down the sides of your back. the staff member locks you into place, pulls off the mask and ball gag. you work your mouth to try to get the feeling back in your jaw.

“you will look down at all times unless told to do otherwise, understand thirty five?” he says in a rehearsed tone.

“goddamn retard,” you smirk to yourself as you nod your head up and down starring at the floor.

the music sounds more faint as you hear more screams of pain and pleasure. you distinctly hear cracks of whips and slaps of paddles. your cock twitches again and if you could just give it a yank all would be right.

you can hear shuffling of feet and heels make their way into the room. some of the feet come into your downward view while others walk deeper in the room. the bed springs groan as bodies seem to fall on top. your curiosity is spurred when you hear me moan. you just want to confirm it is me. you look upward towards the bed.

SMACK!

a booted foot met the side of your face making you sway to the left in your position.

“look down thirty five!” a voice hisses.

you taste your blood in your mouth. as you lick your split lip. the pain sears and lingers as you are unable to rub your aching jaw.

the moans get louder and you want to snarl. you feel a weight straddle your back and you work to keep the weight up. hairy legs on both sides of you and a motion on your back that is obvious to you. he is jacking off while watching the events on the bed just feet from you. as the moans get louder and more frequent so does his motion. you feel his balls grinding into you back along with his hair ass. as i start to come he spurts his cum up your back to the back of your neck. he grabs at your ass and uses you to pull himself up. you are fuming with anger.

you feel soft hands rack your back and grip at your hips. your cock twitches, the hands feel familiar. flesh runs across your body making it’s way to the side of your head.

“how ya doin baby?” i whisper so gently in your ear.

startled you shift to face me.

SMACK!

a boot greets the left side of your face with a harder force then the first kick.

“i said look down you piece of shit!” a voice growls.

my tongue licks your fresh blood.

“mmmmmm, face me baby,” i coo.

you hesitate.

“it’s okay babyyy face me, wanna kiss you,” i lip on to your ear.

you slowly turn to me, seeing me for the first time since i left you. my face glows with “freshly fucked” written all over it. i smile out the corner of my mouth as i inch in towards your face sneaking my tongue in your busted mouth. i suck the blood from your lips letting your tongue hungrily fuck my mouth. my hand reaches down to stroke your aching cock. you groan in my mouth with eagerness. i part from you lips as i detach my hand from your cock.

“such a slut baby,” i hiss in your ear.

i crawled into bed assisting E with his masturbatory needs without reciprocation. it had been a long week.

i lay on my stomach and he glides a hand up my thighs, over my round ass up the slope of my back and lets it glide back to a light smack to my ass. he does gentle smacks as i lay there still falling asleep. his hand parts my legs slightly as his fingers push into my ass and downward over the thin fabric parting my lips. i still lay still on the edge of dreamland and consciousness. the hits get harder, yet i am drifting away. it was nearing midnight on the clock at my last glance.

the bed shifts as he hovers over me, pushing my legs apart with his own. his hands pull up my hips and i am unsure if this is really happening. his hand pushes my thong to the side as i feel him push inside of my cunt. i am not wet as he pushes in me deeper and deeper. i grip the edge of the bed as i now realize it is not a dream. he pushes every inch in deep as i grunt into the bed. he pulls in and out slowly out of now slick cunt.

pulling out he motions for me to turn over as he pushes back inside me. i run both my hands up his back and gripping his broad shoulders. this embrace feels so right at this moment. my lips graze his shoulder with small bites. my nails don’t hurt, they just gently rake up and down. the touch of his skin against mine feels so missed.

he shifts upward pulling out again, grabbing my thong downward leaving my left thigh attached as he grips the fabric in his fist like a handle. he pulls my leg upward as he thrusts back in. my moans are conscious and louder. i pull my right leg upward as i can feel his cock hitting my g-spot at this angle. he pulls my right leg on to his should and i grunt feeling his cock, hard and hitting. i grab at him as he pushes in and out. i feel this flood of shudder branch from my cunt and throughout my body.

his cock pulls out of my now soaking cunt as he pushes it down to my tight ass. he starts to push as my leg presses hard into his shoulder. he tries to push his cock in and my body tenses at the thought and the pain shoots upward as i shudder at his advances. he backs out leaving that for another night.

i lay there sated and pressed up against E. the clock glowed after 1 am. it’s nice to be woken up with a cock in your cunt even when the sun has not risen yet.

we make our way deeper as the noise gets louder. you can see long hallways that branch from the center room where the music thumps in an ear shattering manner. we walk along a wall with numbers painted high up, there are metal rings that stick out from the wall. under certain numbers you noticed one, two or three “slaves”, “pets”, or “sluts” chained up. you glance as some of them touch each other while others have a terrified look upon their faces. the sight causes your cock to twitch, the things you would love to do to the “terrified” ones.

yank.

i slow down as i near number 35. i fasten your leash with a padlock to the thick metal ring. i press my body into your hard cock. you breath in deep through your nose trying to hiss at the pain. my right hand on your shoulder and my left hand resting against your ass.

my lips come in very close to the slit in your mask that positions over your ear, “now you be a good boy and i will see you soon,” i loudly coo fighting the music.

my right hand trails to your cock and my left hand slaps your ass two times. my right hand squeezes your cock head a little harder then i should as i release it throbbing in pain.

you watch me walk off like a puppy tied around a pole. where am i going? why did i just leave you hear like this? you strain yourself watching my glimmering latex go down a hallway and through a door. you try to keep you eye on the spot as several men and women follow me in.

your mind is playing tricks on you as you think, “maybe it wasn’t my door, it could have been another. perhaps you lost track of the spot i walked into. who are you kidding,” that grimaced voices bites, “she is getting railed by those men and women without you, you fucking stupid idiot!”

while you are off fighting with your inner voice something warms presses against the back side of you. by their arousal it is a bear or a man and his cock presses against your ass. you try to move away and say “no”, but the ball gag has you muffled.

“stupid fucking whore!” you scream in your mind.

he grabs your hips and pushes his lubed condom in your cunt as you try to scream through your nose. he can’t hear you as he fucks you like the toy you are. you try to control your breathing as the mask suffocates your nose. beads of sweat are gathering on your face. his mouth gets close to your neck as you hear him grunting in your ear. his hand grabs a ring on your collar and yanks you back against him. the pain is excruciating as he pounds harder and harder, pulling his cock out, yanking the condom off and squirting his seed up your back. you flinch as the spurts hit your back. if you could snarl you would as you watch him walk ahead of you and his cum starting to drip downward. you watch him jack himself and put on another condom.

“fucking disgusting pig, i could fucking rip your throat out you piece of shit,” you think to yourself.

backing up against the wall and you try to wipe you back off. you figure this way it will keep away violations from your cunt if you stay up against the wall. you watch the room as you see other chained humans getting groped, prodded and fucked. a dread sinks in as you wonder just how long you are going to be out here alone without any say in what happens to you.

as you stand there you observe random people that don’t give you a second thought while others stand in front of you starring with lust grins on their faces. some will touch your throbbing, hard cock while some pinch at your flesh and even smack.

glancing to your right and watch the girl next to you chained up. there is a piggish man man handling her tits with one hand while his other hand is deep in her cunt. he is far from nice as you see tears streams down her precious doll face. you watch how he bites at her nipple while twisting and pulling at the other. he pulls out whips her around and bends her against the wall as he shoves his condom coated cock into her ass. she jerks back trying to scream. a stream of saliva seeps from between her ball gag and lips. he hands claw the wall and you watch her nails bend and snap from her delicate hands. you just smirk as your cock twitches. your eyes shift down the hallway i walked down. there is a slew of people crowding the hallway now. your mind starts to race again.

a hand grips your cock and starts to stroke it.

“fuck now what!” you scream in your mind.

you look forward and then down. a fairy boy is knelt down sinking your cock into his mouth. you try to back away from his mouth but he is stuck to you with suction. you try not to think about it. his mouth is not as soft as mine, but it feels like you could unload into him. right when you cannot hold back he is pulled from your cock by a bear. you are left with your chest heaving as your cock throbs even worse then before.

the pig next to you grunts as he gives his last thrust in the girl next to you. he pulls out and throws his cum filled condom next to her feet. he leaves as she cries into the wall. you almost have pity for her but not much. you think about how you would love to carve your name into her smooth skin. let her bleed and really give her something to cry about.

a man with “staff” spelled in white on his black shirt comes up to you. unlocks you from the wall and starts to tug you harshly towards the hallway i ventured down earlier. as you are being led you start to feel excitement of hoping to see me. you notice other random leashed pets being tugged in various hallways by other staff members.

yank.

as you get quick glimpses into other rooms you can smell sweat, cum, cunts and blood. the rooms are dimly lit with more audible screaming flooding the hallway. some pets are chained up against the wall, being beaten and cut, while others are serving a line of people or others sitting on the ground as still as night. you wonder now what is in store for you. you cock twitches with anticipation.

yank.

“slap me in the face, come on!” he snarled at me.

i am shaking, after a beating like the one i just had, i am not sure if he was just testing me or egging me. i am on my knees on the ground as he is sitting at the edge of the bed towering over me like a villan. my ass is red and beaten not to mention the rough ass fucking he bestowed upon me. i was mistaken to think he would be nice to me after being gone several days. i knew deep down that is exactly what i wanted from him. i was aching for a beating and pain.

“come on! slap me!” he said through clenched teeth.

my lips started to snarl. i felt rage building inside of me. i clenched my teeth, i felt it in my arm, going down to my hand. i had tried every time he repeated those words to work the gull to smack him. finally i caved in…

SMACK!

i slapped him with all my might. i could see a slight surprise in his face, but i don’t smile at my actions. i was afraid of what i just had done to him. he has never voluntarily let me slap him like that.

tonight he pushed me to bite him, to dig my nails into his flesh. i felt like it was christmas. i am shocked he endured such pain from me. i could hear him hiss in pain as my long nails dug into his flesh, waiting for the moment i would pierce his skin.

“bite me, harder, harder!” were the words he barked at me.

everything was heightened for me. feeling him dig his fingers deep in my cunt forcing me to be wet around him as i groaned with this longing lust. moaning into long, deep kisses and hearing him return his lust in my mouth. i wanted him to devour me and drain me of everything. it had been days and i was starving. from his hand wrapped around my neck, to covering my nose and mouth and the scarf yanking my veins tight…was what made my cunt drenched. i had missed him and he knew what i needed. not what i wanted…but what i needed.

he pinned me down so i could not block his hits. my ass seared with heat as he relentlessly beat me. he knew that is what i wanted and a punishment i was willing to take. i was bent over his leg and straddling him reverse with my ass in his face. i grinded against his hard cock as he beat me reddening one cheek at a time.

as he fucked me from behind bent over the bed i came repeatedly on his cock. he threw filth in the air causing me to come over and over. i love hearing him talk filth to me. as he gripped my hips thrusting into me, i could feel every inch of him going in and out of me. he talked of fucking my ass because i was a “fucking whore”. he pushed his cock in me and thrusted without ease. i jerked back and up as he pushed in and out of me. as the pain of his vile entrance into my ass subsided i started to groan and i could feel my wetness dripped down my leg. he pulled out to lube his cock spitting remarks that my ass was too tight to fuck. he shoves himself back in me fucking my ass in and out.

after that fatal slap i submissively laid down on the ground afraid of the wrath i had ignited.

“is that all you got grace? huh?” he yelled. “come on grace, the all powerful grace, that all that is in you?”

he shoved a dildo in my cunt as i moaned surrendering to him. i never wanted to overpower him, that is not my role with him. i do like fighting with him and making him force me to submit. it is a challenge that i like to lose. in the end i am not a true submissive. i am a masochist and the bruises that riddle my arms and body this morning are proof of that, along with the red scratch marks down the center of my back.

“get on all fours in front of the mirror.”

i hesitate and he grabbed my hair to quicken my pace. he pushes the dildo back inside me as he hisses more filth at me.

“you are a fucking whore grace and that is okay. it’s okay to be a slut that loves to fuck.” he explained in a calm demeanor. “look yourself straight in the eye grace and say it’s okay to love to fuck….say it!”

i can hardly look at myself. he grabbed up the front of my hair to display my face. i hate seeing myself in such a state. i starred into my own eyes and saw him behind me like an owner as i saw the lust visible on my face. is this the face he enjoyed seeing every session? the lust, the pain, the forced submission?

“it’s…okay to love to fuck,” i barely make out.

“say you are a whore who loves to fuck!” he bellowed.

“i-i’m…a…whore…who loves…to fuck,” i stammered.

with that said, he let me go and released me from his control.

“welcome home grace” is all that pierced my mind. a welcome home indeed.

yank.

your cock pulls you forward. you feel completely stupid and embarrassed. you tune out the surrounding world and focus on the leash that connects to your cock and leads right into my left hand that is coated with a black latex glove. you stare hypnotized by my swaying hips that swish from side to side. you admire the high heeled boots, the tight black latex that hugs my legs up my back. you recall the front as i was leashing you up.

your cock stirs at the sight. if you could just touch your hard cock.

yank.

you are snapped into the reality of your current situation. you have no idea where i am leading you. but the staring faces and not so hushed whispers on the streets don’t help your ego. you notice the feeble stream of other black cladded individuals heading in the same direction. your heart is racing as you don’t know why you let yourself get into this situations of “not knowing”.

what your wearing or lack there of does not lend much to the imagination. the ball gag in your mouth is making your mouth ache. the cock ring seems to be too tight around your cock. you are thankful at least you are wearing socks and boots. the leather mask covering your face is the only shield you have from the lurkers around you. you hated that i made you shave again thinking about the last time i made you do it, yet you did it huh my slut? my good, delicious slut.

yank.

you would give just about anything to escape this scene. did i park far away on purpose to tug you around the city? perhaps baby. you hear a thumping of music off in a distance. you notice more and more people now trailing to this loud place. your heart races more. what the fuck are you doing here? your breathing increases a little and you try to calm yourself because the mask does not lend for erratic breathing. you will just sweat and suffocate yourself to death. maybe that is why i chose you to wear that one baby.

the rush of cold air as we cross the street riddles your skin with bumps. if you had hair it would stand on end. you see a long line that leads to this doorway. you slow down resisting my pull.

yank.

you watch as we go right in the front door without flinching at the 300 pound bouncer. perhaps if you weren’t wearing the leash you would have been impressed with such an entrance. it is so dark you can hardly see what is in front of you. you just see the glimmer of latex ahead. it smells of sweat and alcohol. you can hear faint screams between the bass lines of the music. you cock gives another twitch. you wished you weren’t leashed right now.