THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 19
The morning after she served Willis Morgan overnight, Nanette was picked up by her Mistress and transported to the slave training area.
There, she was showered and fed and allowed to rest for several hours. She still wore the chastity belt and plug installed by Morgan and would do so until midnight.
In the meantime, she was to be punished. Her service left much to be desired. She was selfish and unsubmissive, failing to serve her primary purpose, that of pleasing her Master.
"You really disappointed me, Nanette. I thought you learned something from our talk last night. Clearly, you need more work."
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I remembered what you said, but when he whipped me, I could not think through the pain. And when he fucked me, he surprised me and brought me to orgasm so quickly I couldn't help myself! Later, he pushed his cock at my face while I was still recovering from my orgasm, and I reacted badly. I know it was wrong, Mistress, but its so hard! I really do want to please, but I'm only human!"
"Enough excuses. Today, you won't be distracted by any orgasms, because your chastity belt stays on. You'll be chained in the employees' cafeteria and suck off the help all day and night. You will ask anyone who approaches you if you can suck their cocks or cunts. You will do so happily, smiling, anxious to please. You will use all your skill to maximize their pleasure, prolonging it as much as possible. If they wish you to clean them, or to drink their piss, you will do so just as pleasantly.
"To insure your cooperation, you will also wear a punishment bra, lined with needlepoints, and your station will be equipped with a small cat-o-nine tails to be used on your tits when you display the slightest reluctance or distaste. Do you understand, Nanette?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And do you understand why you are being trained this way, and what you are to learn?"
"Yes, Mistress. I must be eager to serve, anxious to please anyone, however I am required to do so. And I must be happy enough in that service to take pleasure myself in doing so, no matter how unpleasant or painful that service might be to me."
"And what else?"
She hesitated, searching her soul for the right answer. Finally, after a long exchange of looks, she found it.
"I must learn to be so happy about pleasing my Master that even receiving his torture pleases me, because I know how much pleasure he gets from my pain."
"Yes, slave. Even during a whipping, through your screams and tears, you must be happy, because your pain serves his pleasure. And now, you'll have your first chance to learn that lesson."
Nanette was afraid; she knew a dose of pain was about to be given to her. Still, she realized the challenge of her slavery. She must welcome and encourage her own pain, to please her Master.
The Mistress brought out a punishment bra. Now, knowing the pain she would have to face, she steeled herself.
"Please Mistress, lock my hands behind me, so I will not be tempted to interfere with my punishment."
Her Mistress smiled, pleased with Nanette for the first time. Her wrists were indeed locked. Nanette thanked her, then continued.
"Please Mistress, put the punishment bra on my tits. And please be sure to buckle it tight, to display my tits properly and to maximize the pain.
The bra was put on Nanette's breasts. The straps were tightened, pushing the needlepoints deep into her tit-flesh. Nanette screamed once, in response to the pain, but got it under control quickly.
Trembling, she spoke again: "Thank you, Mistress. The pain is intense, and my tits are thrusting out wonderfully now. But still, I think you could tighten the bra one more notch."
At this, her Mistress was truly impressed. She did tighten the bra another notch, looking deep into Nanette's eyes as she did so.
Nanette screamed again. This time, it was a long, deep scream, one based in intense pain. Nanette's torture had begun. And her Mistress was being rapidly aroused by her pain.
Nanette suffered intensely. Shaking, tears running down her face, she said, "I'm sorry, Mistress. The pain is truly great, but I am not doing well in my suffering."
"On the contrary, Nanette. You are suffering as a slave should, displaying her pain for the pleasure of her Mistress, as well as requesting your own torture. You have aroused me. Can you see it?"
She looked at her Mistress' cunt, inches from her face. Indeed, she was visibly aroused. The lips of her cunt were opened and her juice was becoming obvious to the eye. Her odor was permeating the room. She knew, in spite of the pain, what she must do. She forced a smile to her face.
"Please Mistress, may I suck you to orgasm?"
Her Mistress smiled. The slut was learning. "Yes. When I am ready. In the meantime, watch."
She began masturbating with her finger. Every so often, she withdrew the finger and either thrust it into Nanette's mouth or wiped it on her face. Nanette sucked hungrily on it when permitted, savoring the taste. A few times, her Mistress cruelly squeezed the punishment bra, adding torture to her already pained breasts at the same time she was pushing her soiled finger into the slave's mouth.
Soon, Nanette began responding to the pain. The agony in her breasts, combined with the taste of cunt in her mouth, the same cunt she was not allowed to suck, combined with her chastity belt, still concealing the large butt plug she had already worn half a day, teasing her while denying her pleasure; all together she was herself becoming aroused. The pain, humiliation, restraint and denial soon acted together in Nanette's arousal. When the Mistress saw Nanette's response to the squeezing of her tortured breasts change from painful groans to the moans of sexual response, she knew Nanette was ready.
"All right, pig! You don't deserve pleasure. You only deserve to be punished like a slave. All you're good for is sucking cock and cunt and swallowing juice. Now, suck me off, like the slut you are!"
Brutally, she grabbed Nanette's head by the hair in both hands and forced her face into her soaked cunt. As Nanette made what little use she could of her lips and tongue, her Mistress fucked her face hard, sawing back and forth with: almost bruising force. Soon, she came to a powerful orgasm, nearly smothering Nanette in the process.
Nanette's face came away covered with her Mistress' juice. Amazingly, she was smiling, almost the look of a post-orgasmic afterglow.
"Oh, Mistress, that was wonderful!"
Again, the Mistress was impressed. "Now, slut, let's start your real punishment!"
Less than half an hour later, Nanette was installed in the cafeteria, ready to serve. She was kneeling naked, her knees spread wide, ankles shackled behind the post at her back. The post ended just under her shoulders with a broad T-bar over which her arms were passed before being shackled by her wrists to the rear of the post. Her waist was strapped to the upright. She was left ungagged, the mouth wedges were not used and her regular slave collar was all that circled her throat.
The cat-o-nine tails, a small one designed for use on a woman's breasts, hung from a hook on the T-bar near her left shoulder.
"Thank you for chaining me here, Mistress. I'm already learning a lot, and I'm sure I'll learn much more before it pleases you to release me."
The Mistress looked at her charge. "You sound like you're getting the idea, but I'm not sure. I wonder if you'll still feel the same way after you've sucked off a few cocks and cunts and earned a few welts on those pretty tits..."
Nanette was deep in her slave heat, a state where, at times, pain and pleasure merged and became one in her cunt. She thought about her Mistress' comments, then begged, "Please Mistress, whip my tits before you go."
Surprised, the Mistress responded, "What?! Explain!"
"Please Mistress, I would like to know how much pain to expect when the others whip me. Also, my tits would be more inviting with a few welts, wouldn't they?"
She wasn't sure if Nanette was kidding herself. Consenting to her request would be the quickest way to find out. Also, the reasons she gave were correct. "I shall grant your request."
Picking up the cat, she asked, "How many strokes would you like?"
"If it pleases you, Mistress, half a dozen?"
She smiled briefly and said, "I'll give you half a dozen on each tit. Surely you can handle that."
Nervously, the slave responded, "Thank you, Mistress."
The first stroke landed heavily on Nanette's left breast. It barely licked her armpit, pulled sharply on the punishment bra, cut straight across the nipple and lifted the entire breast forcefully. She screamed loudly, shocked at the new level of pain. Straining, she steeled herself for the next blow. The second stroke cut across her right breast in a similar fashion. Now, Nanette's face strained intensely, but she remained silent, soon opening her eyes to see her Mistress' reaction.
The Mistress did not wait. She continued the strokes, alternating between Nanette's breasts, for a dozen hard strokes. Nanette herself was relatively quiet, but an occasional deep moan punctuated the whipping, revealing the intense pain she bore.
At the end, Nanette said, through closed, tear-filled eyes, "Thank you, Mistress. The pain was glorious, and I'm sure the welts will be beautiful."
Indeed, they were. Her Mistress was amazed at Nanette's progress during the previous couple of hours. She would learn and train well and she would survive. Nanette was almost proud, pleased now at having pleased her Mistress, bearing no evidence of resentment or resistance. Almost affectionately, the Mistress took one of the girl's nipples and tweaked it, then pinched it hard, pulling it out sharply. As she held it, squeezing, Nanette moaned in pleasure, "Oh, thank you, Mistress!"
"Have fun, pig!" She turned and left Nanette to her day.
Her duty started at about ll AM. She had thirteen hours to look forward to, during which time she would remain bound as she was, including her punishment bra and chastity belt.
For awhile she remained idle, and she would have dozed briefly if her bondage was less severe. Shortly before noon, however, two male workers walked in, starting their lunch breaks somewhat early.
"Hey, lookie here! The perks on this job are getting better all the time!'
"Can't argue with that. Check out her record, though. She's got to be cheap being in here, but she might not be a freebie."
The nearest computer terminal was consulted, confirming Nanette's status. It showed her as a house slave in training, under punishment, available for oral service and as a piss-mouth, free to all comers. It also noted her chastity belt and plug, her punishment bra and the recommended correction available, if necessary, in the form of the cat intended for her breasts.
"Hey, guy, she's on the house until midnight. Let's get in a lunchtime blowjob before the crowd gets to her. "
"Sounds good to me! After you. . . "
The conversation took place a short distance away from the now quivering slave-girl. Nanette only heard bits and pieces of it, but the content was clear. Aware of her duty, she asked, "Please Masters, may I suck your cocks?"
The first man looked down at her and said, "That's why I'm here, slut." With no further ado, he pulled out his already erect member and stuffed it into her mouth.
While not particularly long, barely reaching the back of her throat, it was quite large in diameter. She had to stretch her mouth open forcefully to accept it as it pushed towards her throat.
He stroked her hard, unmindful of her discomfort. For an instant, she felt the familiar rebellious urge corning up within her, particularly as she noted that he was less than clean. Then, she noticed his thigh, gently rubbing her nipple on each stroke as he drove into her mouth. As she tasted his sweat, mixing rapidly with his pre-come secretions, her reaction was humiliation and resistance. Soon, though, the nipple he was rubbing, unconsciously, became erect, stimulating her. Her arousal soon became the primary force, and she quickly remembered her Mistress’ lecture .
"I am a slave", she thought. "If a Master uses me, punishes me, tortures me or shames me, I must do everything I can to serve his pleasure." Indeed, her growing arousal, surpassing her pain and humiliation, reminded her that everything her Mistress told her was true. Again, she was being revealed as a true slave. She began sucking actively on the cock in her mouth, using her tongue and now savoring its taste, sweat and all.
She felt him pulsing, approaching orgasm. She felt fulfilled, anxious; then, the lessons came back again. Remembering, she backed off on her tongue, relaxed her lips somewhat, to prolong his pleasure. Indeed, he moaned audibly now, aware of the tease, enjoying it. Soon, though, he got to the point of no return. Taking her hair in both hands, he drove hard into her face, exploding, filling her mouth with his load.
She swallowed all but a few drops which trickled down the side of her face, and she gently swabbed the head of his cock with her tongue, extending his enjoyment.
He withdrew from her, now cleaner than when he first entered her mouth. She spoke, saying, "Thank you, Master, for a wonderful load. You tasted wonderful!" Looking at the other worker, she then begged, "Please, Master, I would be most grateful if you allowed me to suck you off as well."
The second man chuckled. Unlike the first, he had an active sadistic streak, much more in harmony with most of the Casino's paying customers. " I suppose I could let you suck me off, if you'd really like that. But you'll have to earn that privilege with some extra pain or punishment. What would you suggest? "
For Nanette, it seemed like it was always time to "Put up or shut up". She was intimidated by him for a few seconds, knowing she would be made to suffer. Then, she remembered her Mistress' words once more: "If you know your Master is aroused by your pain, you must ask for that pain and take pleasure in it, knowing you'll be adding to his pleasure by doing so..."
Summoning up her courage, she achieved a smile, and begged, "Please Master, I'm sure it would hurt beautifully if you were to whip my breasts with the small cat."
He smiled, knowing now he had a well-trained slave, regardless of the computer report on her. Still, he was aroused by giving pain, not just talking about it. He picked up the cat. Nanette shuddered inside, yet there was also the real slave in her that desired the whip. Her nipples hardened, her cunt, hidden by the chastity belt, juiced, and her ass tightened against its plug.
"Don't bother counting. I don't care how much I whip you. You will, however, thank me after each and every stroke. "
He didn't wait for a response. Nanette didn't even get to the "Yes" of a "Yes, Master", before the first stroke hit, slicing across both breasts.
"Arrgh . . . Th-thank you, Master."
As the second stroke came in, she thought, desperate to get through her ordeal, about her lessons. "Of course the pain hurts. Its supposed to. That's what turns on your Master, your reactions to suffering. So let him see you suffer--don't hold back. And after your screams, look to your slave-heart, the part of you that thrives on the pain. Let it come to the surface and enjoy. After all, you are a slave, and you deserve every bit of punishment that anyone cares to inflict upon you."
She shut her eyes, focusing on that thought. The free-woman part of her mind resisted, fighting the pain. Yet, thanking her torturer on every stroke, some six or eight strokes into it, she heard herself saying, "Oh, that stroke was wonderful, Master." "Thank you, Master. Please make me your slave."
That did it. He threw down the whip and grabbed her tits in both hands, squeezing the punishment bra, driving the points even deeper into her tit-flesh. "Yes, bitch, I will!"
Now, Nanette's slave-heart was in total control. Even with the surprise of the unexpected pain added to her already suffering breasts, her response was a deep moan, almost like a pre-orgasmic release. "Yes, Master, drive your cock down my throat, shoot your load in my mouth and on my face, then piss in my mouth! Please Master, I need to be your slave!"
Her own words shocked her. Yet she realized, surprisingly, they were true. She did need and want precisely that kind of abuse.
His cock was out in seconds. Unlike his partner's, his cock was of average width, but a good eight inches long. This time, she knew, her throat would indeed be tested.
It was. On the first stroke, in fact. He drove down her throat so hard, her nose took a hard knock against his pubic bone. She was still trying to understand her reactions. As he fucked her mouth, she felt the same emotions she would have felt if it had been her cunt but without the physical distractions of orgasm. The experience was similar to ordinary sex but on a higher, non-physical level.
When he came, half in her mouth and half on her face, she felt her mind having its own orgasm with him, for him, because of his physical orgasm. Her cunt was wet and frustrated, but her mind had achieved orgasm emotionally.
She swallowed his load as if it were a treasure, her life-blood. Even as she felt his come drip down her face and onto her breasts, she sucked him clean, reverently; she would have been saddened if he withdrew.
Eventually, he did pull out. Again, the words from her slave-soul found their way out on their own. "Thank you, Master, for a wonderful load of cum. You tasted fantastic, and I'm sure it will look beautiful on my face and breasts."
The words were correct. He smiled, then said, "Only one more part of your request to grant. Do you remember?"
Distracted from her slave-trance, her free-woman self came to the surface briefly. She felt a wave of humiliation at her come-bath, visible on her body. Then, her humiliation rose several orders of magnitude as she recalled her earlier request.
Suddenly, she realized something important. All of her punishments effected her intensely, but her two selves reacted differently. Her slave-self relished the pain, thrived on it, was fulfilled by humiliation and helplessness. Her free-woman self suffered, was simply shamed or was experiencing raw pain with no sexual overtones. If she could set aside the free-woman self and identify with her slave-self, she would, as her Mistress told her, "Turn hell into paradise".
"Please Master, finish making me your slave--let me drink your piss, straight from your cock. It would make me so-o-o happy!"
Her free-woman self was shocked. Her slave-self was smiling, inwardly and outwardly, because it was winning.
His cock, now soft, went back into her mouth. Seconds later he began pissing. She swallowed ravenously, sometimes opening her mouth a bit to intentionally let it run down her body. Her slave-self, victorious, stood proudly, basking in the glow of fulfillment.
"Thank you, Master; that was wonderful!"
As the men left, wordlessly, she knelt in her bondage, feeling the piss and come drying on her body. Curious, she looked within herself, wondering about her free-woman self and where it might be hiding. Somehow, she could not seem to locate it.
"Good riddance!", she said silently.
She continued her duty through the lunch rush, sucking off at least four men and twice that number of women in the next two hours or so and drinking the piss of several of them. Her body was bathed in their juices, her hair matted in them.
There was a break in the action. For several hours, through the late afternoon, the cafeteria remained empty. Then, a pair of women entered.
Both were tall, dark, dressed as house Mistresses. One was a total stranger to her. The other looked familiar, but it took her a moment to place her. Finally, she recalled her as an employee working as an esthetician, giving professional make-up and skin treatments to guests and personnel alike. She also recalled something she heard about her--she had a vicious dominant streak in her a yard wide and a mile long. Anticipating a problem, Nanette whispered silently to herself, ''I am a slave-girl. I am a slave-girl . . . "
The women approached her. "Please, Mistresses, may I serve you both with my mouth?"
Smiling at each other, understanding, the women were clearly in the market for Nanette's services. The woman whom Nanette did not recognize mounted her face wordlessly and was given a quick orgasm. The second female, the esthetician, decided to take more significant advantage of the available slave.
"I'm sure you won't mind eating me out at my time of the month?"
Again, Nanette's two selves argued with each other. Her free-woman mind was mortified, while the slave felt the arousing rush of slave heat from her coming humiliation. She looked at the woman's cunt and, sure enough, saw the small string hanging down.
"Mistress, I am a slave. I must serve you in any way you desire. It would be only right for me to please you, regardless of how you wish to be pleased. May I give you a pleasure?"
The woman dropped to her knees and began sucking on the slave's nipples. Nanette quickly responded, breathing hard and moaning in her heat. Now, the chastity belt was a punishment. She had already worn it for nearly fifteen hours and had spent much of that time servicing various people by mouth alone. She would not be allowed to come for at least another nine hours.
Abruptly, the woman rose and sat on Nanette's face. She apparently got the most pleasure from tongue action on her clitoris, and Nanette's tongue cooperated perfectly, bringing her to an intense orgasm.
Rising, she said to her companion, "This slave certainly can suck cunt!" To Nanette, she said, "Its only fair I leave you with a gift, for your fine suck-job." To the slave's mortification, the woman removed her tampon. Smiling, she let it hang, inches from her face. "But first, clean me out!" Again, she sat on the slave's face, now moving her cunt so her vagina was on Nanette's mouth. Obediently, she sucked, cleaning the woman's cunt of all her juices which, following her orgasm, were prolific.
The woman rose, cleaned, and revealed Nanette's face, stained now with her fluids. "Open your mouth!" She opened, and to her horror, the woman placed the soaking wet tampon in her mouth.
"Close!" Nanette closed her mouth. Laughing, the woman left, with a parting threat: "I'll be back to retrieve that gift shortly. It had better be where I left it!"
They did not return for almost thirty minutes. The used tampon remained in Nanette's mouth the entire time; her soiled face even sported the string, hanging out from between her lips. Numerous people came and went, amused by the slave's predicament. Eventually, the woman returned and retrieved her "Gift". Nanette, unsure as to how to respond, simply said, "Thank you, Mistress, for allowing me to please you."
The woman, quite pleased, lifted the slave's face with a finger under her chin and spoke softly: "I gave you a hard time, slut, but you took it well. You'll make it." She then took out a tissue and cleaned Nanette's face. "Can't have you sucking cunt with a bloody face like that; no one will get near you!"
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Still, the treatment was painless." Noting the welts on Nanette's punished breasts, she said, "Beg me to whip your tits!"
She was deep in her slave-self, totally submissive. Fully aware of the pain she would receive, she said, "Please, Mistress, whip my tits as it pleases you." She smiled as she begged, sincere in her desire to please.
The woman picked up the cat and quickly delivered one single hard stroke to each tit, producing a pair of exquisite screams. She replaced the cat on its hook, whereupon Nanette said, "Thank you, Mistress. That hurt beautifully."
The woman looked down at Nanette and said, "You did okay. You're one tough slave-cunt and you can take it. If you're given some free time, come visit me." With that, she turned on her heel and vanished.
The evening proceeded uneventfully. Her mouth was well-used, her breasts well-whipped. She continued to stew in her frustration, the chastity belt and butt-plug a constant reminder of her denied arousal. Her breast punishment was a constant torture, the bra a source of continuous pain.
One woman, claiming dissatisfaction from the slave's service, added a pair of nipple clamps which remained on her tits for over an hour, adding to her torture. Her slave-mind alternated between slave-pride and self-pity, while her free-woman identity, thankfully, remained buried and out of sight.
Finally, at almost midnight, her Mistress returned for her.
"You did well, slut. I've gotten good reports!"
"Thank you, Mistress. I am only a slave, and must serve as nothing else."
"Yes, you are. I am going to free you, then fix you to receive a pleasure. But first, you will service me once more."
She picked up the breast whip, and said, "Beg for it!"
Nanette knew her Mistress was skilled and would show no mercy. She was a true sadist and derived her own pleasure from torturing slaves.
"Please Mistress, whip my tits. I know how much it pleases you, and you do it so beautifully."
She smiled and swung hard. She cut brutally across both tits with the stroke and quickly followed up with a second stroke on her backhand. Nanette's screams were loud, piercing.
After a dozen strokes, she dropped the cat and sat roughly on Nanette's face. Nanette knew just what kind of stimulation she required. She licked her clit gently and periodically sucked it. Once in a while she would probe her tongue deep into her Mistress' hole, sucking down the juice, and follow that with a long tongue stroke through her entire slit before returning to her clitoris. In just a few minutes, the woman came. Nanette finished with a gentle but thorough cleaning.
"Well done, slut. You're learning."
The slave was freed of her bondage to the tee, then her chastity belt was removed. Her hands remained cuffed behind her back. She was leashed, then taken out to the Casino proper.
Her ankle shackles were fixed to the floor, spread wide. Her arms were placed behind her body, wrist to elbow, then strapped in place. A cock-gag was placed in her mouth.
"Oh, dear," the Mistress said, in a mocking tone, "I've forgotten to ask whether you'd prefer to have your punishment bra removed for your orgasm. Well, no matter. You're a good slave and can tolerate the pain well . . . "
Nanette groaned inwardly at this, still in substantial pain from her tightly wrapped and pierced tit-flesh.
A dildo was produced. This one was a good ten inches long, about an inch and three quarters in diameter. It was rubber, life-like and fixed to a long rod. The Mistress had checked out Nanette's files and located the largest phallus her cunt could accept without excessive pain. Nanette groaned again loudly as it was inserted deeply into her cunt. The rod to which it was attached was fixed to the floor. When she stretched her body as high as possible, she still had six inches of the dildo buried in her cunt. She began pumping on the dildo immediately.
Her Mistress locked a posture collar around her neck. She would not be turning her head to observe people behind her.
A sign was hung from her collar, one which read, "Please, Masters, I am a horny slut who needs to be fucked in the ass." Nanette was allowed to read it briefly before it was hung in place. She groaned inwardly, knowing what would soon come.
Finally, the Mistress touched a hidden switch on the dildo, turning on its powerful vibrator. Laughing, she backed away, watching her surprised slave pump hard, working up her first orgasm.
She began screaming loudly, quickly climbing her way towards a come. A male onlooker came up, stood right in front of her, and revealed his large, erect cock as he read her sign.
"Certainly, slut", he said, as she stared at him. He went to her back-side, now out of her range of vision, and plowed hard into her ass. She screamed again sharply in pain, then screamed even louder as her orgasm took her to its peak.
She tried again to turn her head and look back at him, but the posture collar prohibited most of her head movement. She was being ass-fucked but could do nothing to even look back at her "Lover".
With her normal training program, her ass was regularly filled, keeping it stretched open so as to allow easy penetration for any male she served. Now, however, her cunt was stretched so wide by the enormous dildo it contained that it tightened up her ass. Now, she experienced the fuck in an ass so tight, it was like her first few days of training.
Still in her slave-heat, she went over the edge into a full-blown orgasm. Straining against all her bondage, pumping hard on both the cock in her ass and the vibrating dildo in her cunt, even using her lips and tongue on her cock-gag, she came in a powerful surge of energy with an orgasm which had been building for many hours as she was confined in the chastity belt. The ass-fucking, the dildo, the bonds which held her on obscene display, not to mention her audience which was growing ever larger, proved her to be a true slave. She came as a slave should come, displaying it blatantly for the enjoyment of those she served. And it also stimulated and aroused the line of men waiting to follow the first man who was pumping his load into her ass.
Her orgasm was so intense she barely noticed when the first man left her ass and the second one entered. For the first time, she felt guilt--she was supposed to clean his cock with her lips and tongue after he finished in her ass. Well, obviously, she could not do so while gagged. Such was the will of her Mistress. And realizing the submissive nature of her thoughts, her slave-heat rose yet another notch.
The dildo quickly restimulated her cunt, working her towards another orgasm. She noticed that its vibrations were so intense, they were passed on to her ass, helping her to bring the men off more quickly. She prided her slave-self in the thought that this would allow her to serve many more men in her ass during her period of bondage.
The second man finished and she started feeling the semen dripping out of her ass and down her spread thighs as the third man entered.
They averaged four or five minutes apiece. If she remained available for an hour, which was likely, she would be able to take a dozen men in her ass during that time.
The fourth man, or perhaps the fifth, had his own sadistic streak going. As he entered her ass, he reached around to her chest, grabbing her tits, and he made it a point to squeeze hard on her punishment bra. This caused her to renew her screams, loudly enough to add to the crowd already watching her performance.
As she fought the pain, trying to open her eyes and suppress her screams, she looked out to her audience. They were smiling, watching her torture with intense fascination.
Again, her slave-self reasserted itself. They not only watched her, they were watching her suffering, her pain, the rape of her ass. And they were themselves being sexually aroused by the sight. She realized again that as a slave, her pain was necessary to please those she entertained. Also, since she was a slave, the knowledge that her pain was pleasing others was her fulfillment, her own key to arousal.
She stopped resisting. She took a deep breath and screamed, allowing herself the full expression of her pain. As she saw the several dozen faces smiling their approval, she came yet again.
When she was released by her Mistress after nearly two hours of continuous ass-fucking, she had taken on over twenty-five men. Her ass was dripping a river of come down her thighs, her cunt was swollen, her muscles ached all over. And her breasts, when the punishment bra had finally been removed, displayed neat rows of puncture marks that would remain for a week.
Amazingly, she had seen few faces of the men who ravaged her .
Back in her training area, she soaked in a bath, her only bonds the handcuffs confining her wrists behind her.
''You may be surprised to learn that Master Morgan himself used your ass tonight!"
She looked back surprised, with sudden interest. "Really?"
"He was pleased with you. He was the one who squeezed your tits through the bra. He was impressed with how well you handled the pain, even to the point of orgasm."
Nanette glowed with slave-pride, smiling.
"The past couple of days have been hard on you, cunt, but you've come a long way. Tonight, you'll rest. Tomorrow night, you'll have a chance to serve Morgan again."
The bath was finished; the Mistress toweled off the naked Nanette, still handcuffed. Her collar was replaced, a leash added and she was led to her sleeping area.
She knelt, and her Mistress stood before her, cunt exposed, inches from the slave's face. It was time to test the slave.
"I'd really enjoy getting sucked off by your talented mouth right now, but I've got to break off and take a piss." She looked down at Nanette, waiting for a response. The slave responded quickly, correctly and happily.
"Please, Mistress, there's no need for you to leave. If I could drink your piss, it would be the least I could do to thank you. And I would love to suck you to orgasm. May I, Mistress?"
She smiled down at her slave, pleased. "Yes."
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