I am Willow, and I am a sex slave. I was bartered into this lifestyle at 12 and I have never known any other life. Though my “breaking” was violent and harsh, it forever changed my life. I have never had a boyfriend or husband. I will not ever know friendship in the sense that others do. I have never really known love.
I live the life of a slave (or would it be better to say “sex pet”?) living in an apartment with 5 masters. Three are men, the other two are women — all roommates of sorts. I am living out an indeterminate sentence of servitude being shared by them. I am theirs to command as they please. I am frequently tied or chained as is their pleasure, but this is not the avenue by which I am enslaved. AS you will come to know, I am frequently offered to strangers and friends at parties and in public places for my masters’ pleasure.
Each of my masters is very different in their desires. Senna, Silver, Peter, Trevor and Hunter each live out their fantasies or frustrations on me in a different way. They are and have known each other long enough to know how to share, and sometimes cruelly interplay their requirements with me.
Senna is a tall, slender blonde with a cruel streak. She is the most torturous. Needles, hot wax, a strap on dildo, and a carefully selected long thin riding crop are her favorites for me.
Silver is more of a follower. She is a slim oriental and she often prefers to dominate me with a strapon during group sex or to hold my tied hands and force my fingers into her oozing wet pussy while another uses me for their pleasure.
Trevor and Hunter have a variety of interests far to expansive to relay here, but tag-team is their favorite sport. Peter is the most gentle Master and closest to what I can imagine a boyfriend to be. As I have been a slave since I was 12, it is hard for me to know this feeling.
Most recently they brought me along on a flight to Amsterdam. It was an 11 hour flight and we took off in late evening. The plane was one of those with a center row of six seats where Trevor had carefully booked all of us to sit. I was seated in the very center with Senna to my left and Trevor to my right. Trevor selected my clothes for the trip, a short black dress tight enough to demonstrate my purpose, that buttoned down the front and black stockings only. Once in my seat Senna slipped handcuffs behind me and bound my hands behind my back. Once the flight was in the air, the crew began a movie (during which most passengers sleep). As the movie started, Senna lifted the arm rests and unbuttoned my dress all the way down the front. In the darkness, I was completely exposed as she forced her hand into my wet pussy. Senna leaned over and nibbled at my nipples while Trevor watched and then excused himself to get a drink in the back of the plane. Senna would accept nothing less than my complete obedience and silence so the other passengers would not know.
Slowly, Silver rose from her seat and raised the armrests on the entire row before coming to sit on my other side. Silver took my feet and lifted them onto the narrow row of seats so that I lay out completely before her. My breasts were thrust into the air as I lay on my still handcuffed hands. Senna teased my nipples and bit them while Silver leaned forward and quietly began to lick my swollen, wet pussy. This is Senna’s favorite scenario, when I am not permitted to make any sound, but accept anything she requires. As Silver licked my pussy and also nibbled at my breasts, Senna watched with a face I knew very well meant this was only the beginning of my duties. She reached underneath to free my hands. Senna always prefers restraint through intimidation and physical force over tethers or handcuffs and to her these are simply the appetizer for an evening of wickedness.
Silver reached into her purse and produced a small vibrator which she plunged suddenly and deeply into me. As she did, I arched my back, stiffened and Senna dug her fingernails into my wrists to confirm I was hers to command. The darkness in the middle of this long deserted row of seats along with the fact that Senna was on one end and Silver on the other, provided enough darkness to conceal their movements. After some time, Silver retreated. Her “fluffing” done, Trevor returned with his drink and the large male flight attendant that had served him.
Not believing his eyes in the darkness, the flight attendant looked quickly around at the dozing passengers, sat down and ran his hands over my completely exposed body. Chuckling briefly in amazement he plunged his face into my pussy, licking me fiercely and forcing his tongue and fingers straight into me. I knew then, I would be given to him for pleasure in trade as well as the amusement of my “family” of masters.
My new charge clearly could wait no longer and whispered to Senna to send me to the back in 3 minutes then he carefully wiped his face of my wetness, smoothed his shirt and tie to collect himself before leaving quickly for the back.
Senna released my arms, told me to button my dress and slowly, sit up so as to not attract the attention of any passengers who may have not been asleep. I did as instructed and then Trevor dismissed me to the back lavatory of the plane. He told me to go in, strip except for the stockings and wait with the door unlatched.
I did as I was told and waited standing in the cold harsh lighting of the very tiny, smelly bathroom. I waited for some time before the door slipped open and closed very quickly and my “trick” had arrived. “Put your hands over your head, lean over the sink and don’t make any sound no matter what I do” he told me. I did as he ordered and he positioned himself behind me quickly and took both my wrists in one hand, kicked my ankles apart to spread my legs and snapped my head back by grabbing a fistful of my hair with the other hand before forcing himself into me so hard that he lifted me off my feet. He bounced me on his dick hard and forced my face and tits into the mirror as he impaled me.
He was so forceful and the pain so great that I lost my breath and could not have screamed if I dared. He obviously enjoyed lifting me off the ground with his pounding thrusts. “I will teach you to appreciate a real man,” he hissed in my ear as he pulled my hair hard enough to arch my body backwards onto him. He paused briefly to listen to the unstoppable faint gasps that escaped me in my forced and twisted painful contortions and he warned me again, “If you make one sound and give us away, I will hurt you in ways that will break your mind – this is a very long flight and I will take full advantage of it.” He then pulled me off of him like a dirty piece of clothing and forced himself into my ass like a train.
My entire body, coated in sweat, stiffened in pain such as I have not known since my first “breaking.” Yes, I have been used for anal pleasure, but he was so large and he slammed me so hard, he clearly wanted to ‘tear’ me rather than ‘open’ me. His hand still grasping a fistful of my hair, he stopped after many excruciating thrusts and looked down with a quiet chuckle. With his other hand he reached down somewhere and then held a bloody finger in front of my face to show me that he had successfully “fucked me bloody.”
He laughed quietly again and then wiped the blood from his finger on my top lip just under my nose so that I may smell the blood, sweat and my own well-reamed ass while he continued until he came in my ass in hard, thrusting waves.
After an endless time hanging in his grip, he relaxed from his orgasmic stupor and lowered me again to my own feet. Regaining his breath, he whispered to me once again, “Trevor tells me you would love to be broken nightly for a paying audience in my apartment in Amsterdam. He also tells me we could make a fortune selling bondage and torture videos featuring you, Senna, and me on the black market. So, my little ‘fuck doll’ wait till you see what I have waiting for you now.”
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