THIS IS NOT AT ALL SOPHISTICATED— VERY CRUDE AND ALSO VERY CRUEL (WRITTEN A LONG TIME AGO).
And so one day, I’m sitting in the partner’s meeting, and they get to any other business, and D says;
“Oh yea, I had an idea. I wanna get the pussy pierced and branded— mark her up nice— identify our property.”
“Some guy over KKL showed me his piece , a little blonde— looked nice, and it had a good effect on her attitude, he said.”
I started shaking, but I couldn’t concentrate. I knew they’d be looking at me— knew that if I didn’t protest now! — that they would assume it was fine with me.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think of anything but the memory of the pretty silver ring I’d seen through another girl’s clit hood; how exciting it had been to see the girl, who was blindfold, handcuffed and gagged, led around the room by a chain fixed to that ring.
He had referred to me as property! I suppose I had been as good as property for some while now, but they were going to make it irreversible.
I had never seen a girl who had been branded, but I had heard it spoken of, and been terrified. Now they were going to do it to me!
Why couldn’t I speak? Object? Even if it did no good— just to remind them that I existed as a human, rather than a pretty fuck-doll.
But of course I said nothing and held my pose, smiling softly, lips parted.
M spoke;
“Good idea. It’s time we took her into more complete control anyway. She’s too easy— let’s face it, any jerk off the street could put his fingers in her pussy and she’d follow him home.”
They all laughed. I blushed, but didn’t disagree— in fact, I felt myself get a little wetter at the thought of being so abducted.
“So I think we’ll keep her on a leash— she can be kept in the company flat upstairs. We’ll have her fed, watered, dressed— everything. She can be kept handcuffed when she’s not in use, chained up by her clit.”
“I agree”; says F.;
“At the same time I think we should begin to have her whipped on a regular basis— nothing to do with training or sport – I just don’t think she should ever go eight hours without being made to scream for us— even if we’re not there to hear her. ”
M again;
“So, pussy— you’ve heard the proposal— branded with the company logo— red-hot iron to right inner thigh and left breast is it, D? “
“Yes. Ringed clitoris— we go all the way here. Nipples too?”
“Actually, I thought labia as well, two each side, and a ring through each heel, behind the tendon. And there’s a nice arrangement I’ve seen with two little rings through the side of the tongue that can be connected to matching ones in the bottom lip, so the tongue can’t be withdrawn— an invitation to a face-fucking. I’d like to go for the lot.”
“Right, pussy, that’s the piercing. Then a life change too. You’ll leave your flat, and give yourself totally into company control. We’ll keep you chained in the flat when we don’t need you— either naked or in pretty lingerie. “
“We’ll hire someone to be your keeper— to feed you, dress you, have you at the right place at the right time— probably a woman – she’ll also be the one to whip you when we haven’t time or inclination.”
“Actually, my daughter might do it this semester— she’d like that. Do you have anything to say? Of course, there’ll be a raise— plus savings on rent etc.”
Silence. My heart, pounding. This was it— my life was over. I was just a piece of cunt now – once they had marked me and abused me like that they could never let me go free.
Two big tears rolled down my cheeks. I knelt on the floor, opened my blouse.
“Sirs, if that is what you want to do then .. then that is what will happen. I .. I am in your .. your hands”
An affecting little speech, you might think, but D just laughed;
“Yeah! I heard of another girl. They faked her death. That way, when, when they got tired of her, they could torture her anyway they liked, until she was no use to them any more. Then they just cut her to pieces and fed her to the sharks.”
F was eager; “Yeah, I heard a that too. God, that gives me a hard on like a fucking crane. Imagine that. When I get tired of you, bitch, I’m going to let starving rats eat your pussy up while you watch. “
“Come here and suck me while I think about it.”
And that was the end of the meeting. Either M or D put his cigarette out in my pussy while I deep-throated F, finding it easier than ever to show him love and the tenderest submission when he was at his cruellest.
He nearly drowned me with come, and laughed good-naturedly at my choking. II cleaned his cock lovingly and carefully with my tongue.
“Good bitch, pretty bitch. You gotta make it nice now— you never know when just one little thing might piss me off and get me mad, and I thump you one— once you got a messy broken nose, then I might just carry on and beat you to death. How’sat make ya feel, pussy?”
He lifted my head in his hands— it was clear he wanted an answer. I was shaking, crying, but I told him;
“It … it makes me very .. very frightened. I .. I will always try my best for you Sir . please ..”
He laughed at me;
“Stupid cow— we won’t do it ourselves— we’ll just sell you to some crazy russian mafia fuck to make snuff movies! “
“Now turn round so I can fuck your gorgeous ass.”
And he pushed my face into the floor and plowed into me without ceremony.
