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**by *Slavesin***
Version: 0.1
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Tie yourself up and walk the city.
Will you find a Master/Mistress
or just troubles?
Well, most likely both!
[[START GAME]]
[[**LOAD GAME**->Load]]
There is a nice summer day in the city. Birds sing in the trees, cars drive by, pedestrians walk here and there.
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And you stand in the middle of the street and feel naked. No, you are not naked yet, but every stranger looks at you and sees your essence.
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Men, women, old ladies and teens who barely turned 18. They look at you and see a slave, that should be tamed, disciplined and fucked.
Or maybe you should be arrested for improper behavior?
[[Listen to what people in the street say about you]]Through a big glass swing-door you enter the big hypermarket located near your house.
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You haven't been here yet, but the place looks just like you imagined it.
There are long rows of colorful store shelves everywhere, so tall that you can get lost between them like in a labyrinth… and maybe that will be fun?
Yes, get lost in endless shelves, boxes and packages… between plastic buckets, cans with preserves and cheap toothbrushes… between all these usual and dull goods.
<img src="Pics/beer1.png">
[[You want to be one of these goods]].You decide to keep the tag and see what’ll happen. So you just stay still in front of Becky doing nothing.
Well, almost nothing, because the vibro-egg inside you is still working, giving you sudden waves of pleasure…
So yes, when the next pleasure wave brings you closer to orgasm, you suddenly moan through your gag looking straight in Becky’s eyes. Oops! You didn't intend to do this...
But that was enough for Becky to take action.
"So you are one of our hypermarket’s goods now?" - asks Becky with a grave countenance, reading your price tag, - "Hmm, peach? Yes, you look like one, fresh and juicy. But in this hypermarket I am the boss of all goods. And I didn’t allow you to go to the trading floor. Get back to the warehouse!"
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A warehouse? That sounds like a good place for dirty-minded goods like you. But you don’t know where this warehouse is, so you just [[look around confused]].No, thanks, you don’t want to deal with this bitchy butch.
You remove the tag from your blouse (it isn’t easy when your hands are cuffed) and give it to Becky.
When your hands meet, you feel this pleasant shiver again… but then you pull your hand back.
"That’s better, miss, Thanks for your cooperation", - says Beckie.
You just nod, turn around and walk away along the row of shelves, feeling her hungry sight on your juicy ass. She definitely knows how to treat an ass like yours. Maybe you should have kept that tag on you and just see what happens?
But very soon [[you get distracted from this thought]]...You can’t believe that your dream of getting bought can come true right now.
It frightens you a bit too: you can lose your freedom and become just a thing for this man… very masculine and bossy..
But you step over your fears and make the main nod of your life, looking at his eyes and thinking “Yes, I am for sale. Please buy me and use as you want”.
He looks pleasantly surprised, but in a second a broad smile gets back on his face.
And suddenly you know that very soon you will do everything to get rewarded with this smile.
But his voice brings you back on earth:
"Then hands up and spread your legs! I want to inspect my purchase".
[[Follow his order]]Am I really for sale? Maybe later… but not right now.
You shake your head and go away from this man.
And at this very moment you meet Stephanie.
Well, you don’t know what her name is, until she catches you up from behind and names herself.
When you turn around to find out who touched your shoulder, you see a 30 year old long-haired blonde in a flowered dress.
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"Hi, I’m Stephanie" - she says with a smile and gives her hand for a handshake.
[[Shake her hand]]You blush with embarrassment and lust. He called you a product. Yes, you nod, it is a normal state of this product… when it is treated as a product.
"Then I’ll be regularly checking it for this state. And if it won’t be wet…"
He suddenly squeezes your cameltoe, and you shudder.
"…I will make it to be".
Then he backs off.
"Alright, I’m buying you".
You [[breathe heavily through the gag]]. You walk past several rows of shelves, when she finally stops near the shelf with a “DIY supplies” title.
"Here is my favorite part of this hypermarket!" - Stephanie tells with a sexy and a bit shy smile - "Everything you need for selfbondage is here! Well, almost everything… Cause I missed a helping hand for some of my… experiments. But now I found you! Would you mind joining me?"
She casts an eye on you, and it suddenly makes you blush. So you remove gaze and [[look at the shelves]].Trying not to lose Becky between rows of shelves, you follow her steps and look around - but with a brand new feeling in your heart now.
Sausages, washing powders, milk, chocolate bars… you are one of these goods now. At least, for this woman, whose perfectly shaped ass walks ahead and guides you to the warehouse.
After she raised her voice at you several moments ago, Becky walks without turning around, being sure that you follow her obediently. And you do. You are at her disposal, there are no doubts.
Finally Becky approaches a wide and tall double-leaf door with a “Personnel only” plate.
Becky opens it and walks in with a sure step, and you have no other choice than to [[follow her]].You enter the room and stand still, not daring to turn around and look at Becky. So you just observe several boxes standing one on the other, and a modest wooden work desk near the wall.
Whatever happens in this 5х5 meters room, there is nothing you can do now. And you like it.
You hear the sound of the shutting door, and then feel Becky’s warm breath on your shoulder.
"Now face the wall and undress, Peach".
Yes. Yes, sure. That’s what you wanted - to get undressed and fucked.
Wait, won’t she help you to take off your clothes?
Okay, you will do it by yourself.
[[Undress]]You shake your head negatively and close your eyes waiting for her to slap your ass for your silliness.
But she doesn’t touch you, and her voice becomes strict.
"Paragraph 4.3. Food products must be wrapped properly to avoid corruption" - she says, and then finally slaps your asscheek.
Ouch! This slap is much harder than previous ones, and her palm burns your skin, but then you feel warmth spreading through your body. You feel like your Keeper has finally marked you with this slap.
"So stand still, my little Peach, I have to wrap you", - says Becky.
And you [[obey]].
You are a good obedient fruit, so you immediately do as you are told - first kneel, and then lie down on your belly.
"What a good Peach you are. But I want you to lie with your face up" - says Becky.
You roll over quickly and finally see her again. She looks at you with a wild mix of admiration and hunger on her face. Her eyes hypnotize you, and even not completely bound, you feel captured. You feel caught. And it feels heady.
And moreover, Becky makes it even harder to resist, undressing from blue uniform.
Her moves are not seductive - she simply unzips her blue blouse and takes off her dark gray trousers, staying just in black bra and plain panties. No, she doesn’t want to impress you - because she doesn’t need to. You are her prey, so the only reasons she undresses is because very soon she’ll fuck you.
Then she sits on the floor near you and just continues to wrap you. She slowly wraps your knees… you still have time to stop her… goes further… no, you [[don’t want her to stop]]...
You moan in disappointment, and Becky immediately gives you a fast slap in the face.
"Hey, fruit. Don’t forget who is in charge here. You got it?"
You guiltily nod assent, and Becky looks pleased with it, so she continues her work. She puts a wrap around your hips, securing a turned-off Magic Wand to your crotch, and then goes up. You put your cuffed hand on your belly, so she can wrap them to your whole body. Now it feels like a total bondage.
"What nice tits you have!" - suddenly Becky smiles. - "They look juicy... but with all these modern fertilizers for growth acceleration… you can never know if the fruit is tasty until you try it..."
She licks your nipple, and it feels fantastic. Her warm and wet tongue dances around your erected nipple, slow first, and then faster, so you can’t help moaning again… But then she stops licking you and… wraps your tits too! But how will she lick them now?
"Now it’s your turn to lick" - says Becky, as if she could read your mind - "You are tasty, but what about me? You wanna try?"
[[Fuck, sure you do]].Please, no! You try to think about some non-sexual things. Kittens! A big wasp… hornet! No, not “Horny”! Mmm… Tomato sauce! Cold fish!...
Phew! It helped, your climax is ruined. But not Becky’s - she squirms on your tongue, clumping your head with her legs. Her body is trembling faster and faster till finally she freezes, rolling her eyes, murmuring “fuckfuckfuck” and suddenly squirting onto your face… and then Becky falls on the floor near you and calms down.
You take a moment to regain breath in silence, just lying bound on the floor, looking at the ceiling and licking Becky’s taste on your lips.
Not a minute goes by that she stands up from the floor, and you [[see that she has already put on her business face]].Fuuuuck yeah! The euphoretic feeling comes from your pussy, climbs along your spine and splashes your head from the inside. Your mouth unconsciously continues fucking Becky’s hole, and even lost in your climax world, you feel a warm flow on your face. Becky squirted on you!
When you recover in several minutes, she is sitting next to you and smiling.
"I liked it, little Peach. You are a good licker. But I promised to let you go".
Still nude, she takes a stationery knife from the table and cuts the wrap you are bound with. Finally free, you instinctively rub your stiff muscles, and then realize… is she really going to bustle you out?
"I told you about our deal. You cummed, so… No, don’t look at me with these Bambi-eyes! Get dressed!"
Now she looks a bit angry, so you quickly [[put on your clothes]].Becky crumples both panties, making a big tight ball of textile, and puts it into your mouth - and you don’t try to protest.
Then she takes a wrap and spins the transparent tape around your neck and mouth. Now you can’t spit out her panties from your mouth, even if you want to.
But you don’t. Your mouth feels very good as Becky’s laundry-basket, and you hope she’ll use it this way many more times.
"What a beautiful slave you are, Peach" - Becky whispers into your ear, and then looks at Magic Wand still attached to your crotch by plastic wrap - "Want me to turn it on?"
Yes, yes, yes! - you [[nod desperately]].
You turn over on your stomach and press the Magic Wand to the floor.
Now all you need is to move your hips up and down, so the Magic Wand rubs your aflame clit.
Yeees… it works… yeees… you are bound and gagged, lying on a dirty floor, waiting for your Mistress and desperately trying to cum… that’s what you were dreaming about in your lonely flat... to become a slut, a slave, a… aaah! yes! here comes the orgasm! yes! yes, Becky, the Mistress of the Warehouse slaves! Make me one of them!...
And after this orgasm you need some time to get your breath… you are a little tired… That’s alright if you [[rest a bit]]… just a bit… you have enough time, until Becky comes and…Following Becky, you leave the room, where you tasted her for the first time, hoping that soon you’ll have another chance to feel her tender pussy under your tongue.
You enter the big warehouse, but now it’s quiet and empty. No forklift trucks, no men in blue uniform… just several lamps buzz quietly on a ceiling above a semi-dark labyrinth of high shelves, where you never know what awaits you behind the corner. Brrrr!
Becky, who is walking before you, turns around.
"Aren’t you afraid, little Peach?"
[[You vaguely shrug]].You have time to notice that Becky looks very cute with her eyes closed - and then you run to the rows of shelves.
You run between shady, moonlit rows, drawing away from Becky’s counting voice. It’s very uncomfortable to run, when your hands are wrapped to your body, and your lower half is completely naked. You feel insecure. You feel like a haunted prey, that knows she is fated to get caught. Like a slave who managed to escape, but her Mistress is following her traces. But you run, and run, and run.
Vegetables, magazines, pasta… rows with different goods are flying past you… until you finally get to the opposite end of the hypermarket.
Now you have some time to [[catch your breath]]… or haven’t you?Yes, that’s what you wanna do. To be a willing slave. A slave who escaped her Owner - but then realized she belongs to Mistress, and now is coming back to her, to be punished and chained again.
Your breaths becomes deeper with your arousal rising. With your saliva going chin-down. With Becky’s footsteps getting closer and closer…
She doesn’t see you yet, you are well-hidden behind the shelf.
But very soon she’ll take another ten steps and then she will reveal you…
You don’t want Mistress to find you accidentally. It’s you who should make the final step willingly.
So you get on your knees and [[crawl across the shelf]].You know she’ll find you eventually. This hypermarket is her domain, and you are just her runaway slave… But you want to show her that you are worth something. You are not a stupid girl, you are the slave she can be proud of…
"Peachy-Peachy, where are you, little girl?"
Her voice, that sounds so close, makes you jump. It seems you got lost in your thoughts… again. Hide, you need to hide right now!
You [[quickly observe your surroundings]].You try to kiss Becky's feet, even with your mouth gagged. But she removes her leg.
"Mmmm!" - you make a desperate moan, that means “Please please Mistress, let me kiss your feet, let me pleasure you, let me…”
Swish! A flash of pain explodes on your butt-cheek. You moan, and a sudden teardrop rolls down your face. And Becky slowly strokes your butt with an end of wire.
"This is for you to remember: I always keep my promises", - tells Becky, but there is no anger in her voice. - "If I said that you’ll be punished - you will. Even if you behave like a nice obedient slave. Got it?"
You nod assent, and there comes the second blow, even more painful. You [[try desperately not to cry]], but your eyes are full of tears…Surprised, you sit on a rubber belt with your bare butt, and Becky disappears among shelves.
You patiently wait for her for several minutes, and then she returns with a bucket of goods.
"The rules are simple. To read a barcode on goods, a Horny Cashier inserts them inside herself".
You look at her bucket, but can’t see what is in it. But that doesn’t matter - you are gagged, bound and will do anything to please your Mistress.
So [[you just nod assent]], and she starts the engine of the cashier desk’s rubber belt.So you take a slippery cucumber with your still cuffed hands and place its tip near your ass’s entrance - and then sloooowly insert it.
It goes in, almost for the whole length, and only the very tip of it can be seen now.
And that feels really good. You feel filled. Not only with this big cucumber, but with a warm feeling that your Mistress is pleased with you. [[It feels fantastic]].You open your mouth wide, wide to the limit. You wanna show Becky that this mouth can hold many things… panties, ball-gags, even your Mistress’s feet, if she’d like. And anything else.
A big red apple, for example, that she puts into your mouth now. The apple is so big, that you can’t take it whole - so you just sink your teeth into its juicy flesh and clench your jaws to hold the fruit.
"Good girl. But don’t you dare to let it fall, or I’ll switch it’s places with a cucumber. And now… what else do I have in my bucket?"
And she puts on the rubber belt several things: a banana, a bottle of wine and even a small zucchini.
"Yeah, I’m having dinner", - she says with a smile, - "And you are invited".
[[Enjoy the dinner]].You wake up in the little storage room - Becky must have brought you here. You slept on a shakedown - she put several blankets on the floor and covered you with another one. How kind of her! And you slept very well, maybe because you aren’t bound anymore - no tape, no handcuffs. But where is Becky and what time is it?
The answer comes by herself - the door opens, and Becky comes in. She’s wearing her blue uniform and looks at you with a smile.
"Hey, sleepyhead! Do you know what time is it? It’s time for breakfast!"
A breakfast? She means some pussy-eating? You look at her crotch with a sudden hunger: you definitely want this woman’s juices again.
"No, you little slut! A real breakfast!" - she smiles again, and you finally see a bucket in her hands, that reminds you of last night, and she understands it, - "Nope, no Horny Cashier for now, just breakfast!"
And she is right, like always: you realize that you haven’t eaten for ages, so you [[throw yourself on food]].Becky’s words strangely resonate with you.
Yes, you thought about keeping your normal life with your office job, plus being a part-time slave.
But what if you can humiliate yourself even more? Take an underpaid, dull work that will make you even more dependent on your Mistress?
And moreover - it will make you more available for Becky.
You will be her near-at-hand-slave, and she won’t need anyone else.
You could be at her office, licking her clitoris, any minute she wants it. You could spend your breaks during working days mummified and moaning under her feet. You could…
You just say yes to her offer, and that’s how your new life begins.
[[The very same day you quit your office job]].
You thank Becky for this offer, but it doesn’t look like the one that fits you.
"Okay then, I understand you. But I still want you to be my little Peach. So when the night comes… you must be standing kneeled near the back exit of the hypermarket. Gagged, hand-cuffed and… I think it’s your favorite part… with my panties on your face. Got it?"
Of course you do. Of course you will.
Your mouth and your face are the second best places for your Mistress’s panties. Of course, the first best place is on her hips, barely covering her delicious pussy.
Becky gives you her panties.
"Take it, but don’t put it on your face until night".
That won't be easy... You take her panties, but can’t help [[kissing their soft fabric]].A coffee point looks safe, so you tiptoe there and kneel behind the big coffee machine.
Then you hear Becky’s footsteps. You can’t peep out from your shelter, or she’ll see you. So everything you can do is to sit here bound and to listen to the steps of a woman who will punish and fuck you.
And she is approaching. You imagine her walking among rows with a cruel smile on her face and a cord in her hand. She knows for sure that she’ll find you. Maybe she even knows where you are. Was a coffee point a good place to hide?
"Here you are!" - you [[suddenly hear from somewhere not so far from you]].Yeah, it feels like in “Jurassic Park”, as if you are hiding from a velociraptor… Only that your sexy-raptor doesn’t want to hurt or eat you… except for whipping your butt or eating your pussy. But before that, she must catch you!
You swing your tape-bound arms as far as you can (what a pathetic move, girl!) and throw the jar somewhere several rows from you. Buuum! In a quiet midnight hypermarket it’s fall sounds like a bomb… and then you hear Becky’s footsteps near the shell crater.
"Did I allow you to spoil the hypermarket’s property? You’ll have to pay in kind for this…" - she tells somewhere far from you, and then ceases talking, obviously finding out that you’re not there.
"Clever girl..." - says Becky, and you get another Jurassic Park flashback. - "But not clever enough. I’m the keeper of this supermarket, remember? So I know which row these pickles came from".
And then [[you realize she outfaced you]].
You kneel closer to her shoe and spread your legs, so the shoe is near your crotch. Hey. Will you really do it, will you rub your gentle pussy against her dirty shoe?
<img src="Pics/shoe1.png">
Oh yeees. You will. You are already doing it. And it feels fantastic. The rough leather of her shoes is what your leaking pussy needs. Not only pussy, moreover. Your whole body is leaking with your own juices and hypermarket’s juice, and the only thing that can help you is a shoe of your Mistress
"You are such a filthy girl, Peach, aren’t you? Moan for me!"
"Mmmm! Mmppph!" - you moan, and that means - "Treat me as a filth I am, just keep me as your slave, keep your shoe between my legs, keep… keeep…"
"Look at me, slave!"
You raise your eyes and look at your Goddess, [[still rubbing yourself against her (now wet and dirty) shoe]].The hypermarket is opening! You totally forgot that you lie somewhere between the rows of shelves, and soon this place will be crowded with customers!
You jump to your feet, although your ankles are still shaking, and Becky gives you a long and not-so-clean mop.
"Wipe the floor off. You can use water from the bottles on shelves. Then go to the toilet in the warehouse and tidy yourself up. And then get back to the room where you were sleeping".
Wow. She becomes so bossy when the work shift comes… And you like it. You even take a moment to feast your eyes on this confident woman, but she interrupts your gaze.
"Take a mop and turn around".
You [[do as you are told]].You imagine Becky coming back from her working day… She walks in and, saying no word, just sits on your face with her perfect ass.
Mmpph!...
That would be the best.
And oops, that moan was too loud.
You comfort yourself there’s no one around to hear your moan. But at this very moment the door opens…
And you immediately get into your worst nightmare (or was it your best fantasy?).
There is a man standing above you.
You are gagged, bound, almost naked and absolutely helpless.
And he is a 40+ pot-bellied shorty in a dirty blue uniform with a badge “RON”. One of those men that are called “white trash”. He looks at you with a wide smile under his walrus mustache, and you see that he lacks several teeth.
[[Oh no...]]You open your mouth and slowly take his cock inside. The tastes of Ron’s precum, sweat and piss fill your mouth, and you instinctively try to spit the cock off. But Ron doesn’t let you - he holds your head from behind and keeps his member inside you.
"Suck it better, bitch! That's what a woman should do - suck cocks, not lick pussies!"
Guided by his firm hand on your head, you start to regularly take his cock in and out from your mouth, smacking your lips around Ron’s thick trunk. In-out-in-out… you finally find a good rhythm and follow it, even starting to get your own perverted pleasure, and Ron seems pleased.
"Good slut, good! And now lick my balls".
"But I thought…" - you whisper, when his cock gets out of your mouth again.
"Thought? You don’t need to! I want you to do the only thing with your head: to suck my dick. Oh, and the second one: [[lick my balls]]".No, you won’t tolerate this. And your Mistress wouldn’t be happy with some dirty pervert fucking you. After last night you do mean something for her. At least, you hope so.
So you tell Ron to fuck off, spitting these words from your mouth together with his semen.
"Okay, slut, let’s see what’ll happen next", - Ron says, and then spits his saliva right into your face, - "Fucking dyke".
But you feel that he is afraid of "what'll happen next" too.
So he goes away fast, leaving you alone. Fucked, used, humiliated. Waiting for your Mistress to fix all this.
When Becky comes back several hours ago, Ron’s saliva has already dried on your face, but you still feel his semen in your mouth.
Not able to hide the truth, you [[tell Becky everything]].You can’t imagine sucking Ron’s dirty dick again...
But that’s the only opportunity for Becky to keep the job she loves.
It means you need to protect your Mistress, even if she won’t ever know about this.
"Gag me", - you tell Ron, looking at his eyes contemptuously.
"Ah ah ah! You didn't say the magic word!" - smiles Ron.
"Gag me… please".
"That’s better. But you have to lick my dick before. There’s some cum you left..."
[[Lick his dick]]With a trembling voice, not daring to look into Becky’s eyes, you say:
"Please, punish me, Mistress. As hard as you wish. I was a bad slave and crave to earn your forgiveness. My body is all yours for punishing".
You screw up your eyes, expecting a blow, but Mistress doesn’t beat you.
"Good to hear, Peach. But I’ll punish you tomorrow. And now have a rest. That was a hard day for both of us".
Yes, that’s what you want: to have a sleep and forget all this shit. But before laying on the floor, [[you should express your condolences to Becky]].Becky wakes you with the sound of moving boxes in your room.
Yeah, you treat this room as yours now. But you have to leave it.
Observing the room for the last time, you see a sack truck hand trolley. Seems that Becky wants to put some boxes with her belongings on it and take them out. But now she is just sorting her things gravely and isn’t looking at you.
But… she planned to punish you. What if she decided to leave you because you're such a bad, ungrateful slave? No! [[You want your punishment! You need it!]]Having made up your mind, you step onto the platform of the sack truck trolley.
"Good girl. And now, to my favorite part..."
She really loves wrapping her obedient Peach, you can tell for sure. And you love to see her aroused and inspired, as she is when putting a transparent tape layer by layer around your ankles… knees… and higher…
Huh! Here is the vibro egg going inside you… thanks, Mistress, that’s very nice of… ouch! She sets power nearly to maximum, and your… legs… feel weaker…
"Please… Mistress… " - You’re not sure you can stand it…. like, literally stand... with these vibrations inside you and her hands on your hips… maybe you could [[cum before you both move out]]?You open your mouth wide, and Becky stuffs her dirty, sex-smelling panties into it. First one comes in easily, but the second leaves almost no free space in your mouth, and your cheeks now look silly puffed up.
"Want one more, slave?" - asks Mistress, and presses panties to your nose, - "Want my dirty panties in your mouth?"
You aren’t sure you can take one more, but they smell so… so… so you just nod assent and moan with your stuffed mouth, meaning: [[“Fill me up with your dirty panties, Mistress. Fill me up to the limit”]].You look at her, admiring your Mistress. A strong and mighty woman who can be tender… but only after she fucks your brain out. And you like it.
"Mms Mmftrs…" - you moan, and she smiles, takes the handles of the trolley and drives you to your new life.
Well, this life starts with a Walk of shame. Cause when Becky drives you from the little room to the big warehouse, you see dozens of men and women in blue uniform, waiting for you there.
They look at you yearningly, and [[you can easily read their eyes]].So one day, when he ungags you for a good old facefuck, you blush and ask Ron to fuck your pussy instead.
He laughs and calls you a dirty slut, but refuses to fuck your wet hole. "This is for you dykes. I prefer tight asses".
So he turns you over and fucks you between your buttcheeks. With no lube or condom.
His crooked penis destroys your ass, and you would scream your lungs out if not his underpants stuffed in your mouth. Underpants with a taste of his cum, piss and sweat - the tastes that slowly became so familiar for you.
And after a quick and rough fuck, while Ron is getting dressed, and you are laying on the floor with his cum pouring out of your ripped ass, this man says something different from his daily insults and abuses.
"Listen here, sweetie. I’m a bit tired walking here to get some dirty blowjob. I think a slut like you should know her place… and this place is near a real man".
[[What does he mean? You don't understand]]. Does he want to… like… move in together?Not even realizing what you are getting into, you nod assent, and even moan into your gag, meaning: “You totally broke me. I am nothing but a fuckhole now. If you want to take me and use me - do it. I’m not worth anything but this”
"I knew you were a total slut", - says Ron, and then suddenly leaves the room.
What’s going on? Is he… disappointed? Are you too slutty even for Ron? But… you already gave yourself at his mercy! [[What should you do now?]]To betray and leave your Mistress? You can’t even imagine it!
Well, in fact you can. Cause Ron’s trousers are still in your mouth, his warm cum fills your asshole, and his cock… his dirty, stinky… but so tasty cock aims at you. It’s not fair! How are you meant to make a decision in such conditions?
But finally you [[find strength and refuse him]].Stepping into this box was the last decision you made.
Ron closed the box and brought it to the security room, which became your new home. A pretty cramped one: there are several lockers for guards' uniforms, a stool and a table with several security monitors on it.
And your place is under this table.
When it’s Ron’s work shifts, you spend your days at his feet, sucking his always-dirty penis or just waiting for Ron’s orders.
He has a favorite game. Sometimes he sees a beautiful woman - a real woman, not a dirty slut like you - on his security monitors. Then he drags you by the hair from under the table and rapes you, still enjoying the view of that woman from CCTV cams. He whispers, how he would treat this beauty, while fucking you. And you feel like just a cap for his cock, a living masturbator that is used by its owner just to get his rocks off.
[[Yes, you finally learned your place]]."Ymmph Mfstrss, - you moan, standing up and facing the shelf with different brands of toilet paper.
"I should tie you up before punishment, but I think you know now that there’s no sense in escaping. So just stand still".
And you do, and then the first strike of the cord comes to your ass. Fuck! That’s painful!
"Normally I would ask my slave to count strikes, but your mouth is busy with more interesting stuff", - tells Becky, meaning her panties, - "So I’ll do it myself".
The only thing is left for you is to [[try to endure the punishment]]
Oh shit!
You wake up and find yourself still half-bound and half-naked in the middle of the hypermarket, but it’s not midnight anymore. It’s early morning, and you can hear human voices somewhere near you!
Dear, you are in serious trouble!
Your upper body, including your bare tits and arms, is still wrapped with a transparent tape. So it makes it hard for you to take anything with your hands, but easy for anyone to see your breasts with hard-on nipples (damn, how did you manage to wake up already aroused? what were you dreaming of?).
Moreover, you’re still gagged with Becky’s panties, but they don’t have any taste, unfortunately.
As for the taste… your sweet pussy is already wet, and it’s absolutely naked, just like your legs… so hypermarket’s visitors won’t enjoy their morning coffee only, but a nice view of you too.
[[Look around]]
What's the use of doubting, Peach?
If your Mistress says you must pass the test - you just do it, as an obedient slave. As her tasty Peach… yeah, you started to call yourself Peach too.
So you stand up from the floor and head to the warehouse through the rows of shelves. Naked and frightened to meet somebody.
On the corner of one of the rows you run into a young blonde man with a shopping cart. He whistles at you.
"Wow there! Are you a merchandiser? I want a sample!"
You silently make a sign of negation and walk away, but he follows you.
"Or are you a flash-mobber? Is it some game? I wanna join!"
"Leave me alone, please" - [[you think and mend race]], - "My Mistress won’t like this..."No, that's enough for you!
You can be naked for your Mistress… maybe for two Mistresses… but not for dozens of strangers!
Seems like you should find another Owner… but before it you must get dressed.
With your bound hands you manage to reach for the stationery knife that Mistress left for you on the shelf and cut the tape that wraps you. Then you spit out Becky’s panties and leave them on the shelf. It’s time to say goodbye...
Having grabbed a frying pan to partially cover your nudity, you run through the hypermarket to the clothes row, hoping not to be seen.
But right next to the shelf you see a 60 y.o. lady with a shopping cart… yeah, it’s the same old lady that you met here yesterday… and you wouldn’t want to meet again.
[[Hide!]]After a little demur you kneel before the old lady and pretend kissing her unfashionable brown shoes… and got immediately ass-beaten by her walking stick.
"No play-acting! Kiss them!" - tells the old lady with a steel voice.
Wow. She could really be a Dominatrix…
Aroused with this sudden thought, you start to [[kiss her shoes passionately]].This big red ball-gag is your all-time favorite. You absolutely LOVE it. But hey, enough talking. No words are needed for a good slave that you wanna be - just moans and sobs.
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You open your mouth wide, very wide… wow, what a good girl you are!... and put the gag inside. Mmm, tasty!
Then you tighten a strap behind your head. And you like this tightness, it makes you feel like a real damsel in distress. It won't be easy to take this ball-gag off, and the only reason to do it is to replace the gag with a big nice dick or a juicy pussy…
Mmm, you are getting super horny just gagging yourself. So how will you feel when you [[put a nasty vibrating egg inside yourself]]?You put this pleasantly pulsating egg (or is it a bullet?) inside your warm and juicy hole...
Wow, wow! With a remote controller you reduce its power a bit: it’s so intense, that you could cum right now!
But you have another goal - to keep yourself aroused and horny for all day long. Maybe it will cause making very strange… not adequate… and sexy decisions, that will lead you to slavery. Yeah, that’s what you want.
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When the egg is vibrating inside, you fasten its remote controller to your stockings and then adjust your blue skirt. It looks nice with a white blouse… like, really nice, not in a slutty way. Cause you’re not a slut… yet… aren’t you?
And then it goes [[the final detail]]...Yes, the handcuffs.
You cuff your wrists before you with two cold metal bracelets. The key goes to your purse. No, you don’t want to uncuff yourself ever… but maybe your new Master would like to tie you in some other way?
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Okay, enough talking, and dreaming, and all this.
You are really nervous, but it’s your dream that came true.
To achieve this dream, you moved into this city several days ago. Allegedly you did it because of job offer, but the real reason was your wish of freedom to become a slave, in a city where nobody knows you. So today you don’t need to worry about meeting your friends or relatives.
Instead, you hope to meet some strangers…
So what are you waiting for? Open the door of your flat and take a step into your new world!
[[Go to the city]]Dreams of being sold and bought arouse you so much that you suddenly ripp off the price tag from the package of peaches (it's just 3.50) and put it on your blouse.
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OK, maybe it isn’t the best price for you (or is it?), but anyway, now you can really be sold!
You even start looking around - would some handsome guy see you and buy?
But then [[you see someone else...]]"Mmm mmm mm!…" - you try to apologize, but the gag doesn’t allow you.
"Nice moans, Peach" - she tells with a sudden warmth in her voice, - "I want you to moan for me more".
"Mmmmmmm!" - you moan obediently, but Becky immediately stops you by putting her finger on your gagged mouth:
"Not here, silly!"
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When she touches you, you breathe so heavily that your saliva comes out of your mouth uncontrolled, and Becky's finger gets wet.
You are afraid she can get angry. But she wipes your lips with her finger, and then... she licks her own finger, checking your taste!
"Yummy! Like a peach should be. Come follow me, hurry!"
Oh, you would [[follow her to the world's edge]].You put your fingers on your skirt’s belt and pull it down, then lean forward to step out of the cloth… hoping that Becky, who is standing behind, likes the view of your ass.
Ouch! She suddenly slaps your butt-cheek. Yeah, it must mean she likes your ass. And you - you like her rough hand.
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Then you repeat the same undressing process with your panties, teasing Becky with your blushing ass… would you slap it, miss Bossy? Ouch! Mmm…
But then there is a little problem. You can’t take off your blouse because of handcuffs on your wrists. The key is in your purse, and the purse is on the floor…
Crrrrack! The unexpected sound makes you shudder, and then you [[feel your blouse is torn apart from behind]]!Firstly, you hear a cracking noise. And then something soft touches your legs. What is it?
You look down and see that Becky’s hands are slowly wrapping you with a transparent pallet wrap. It feels a bit cold at first, but heats up quickly to your body temperature.
For a bondage lover like you, it’s even strange that you never tried it before. But the explanation is simple: you needed someone else to play this game.
Someone like Becky, who already immobilized your ankles, and you realize that now you can’t go away even if you want. Maybe you could, you know, jump away, but that would look pathetic and disgraceful.
"Okay, it’s time to lay you on the ground. I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself. Fresh fruits like you shouldn’t be bruised".
And that's what you do - you [[lie down]].But Becky stops for several moments.
She suddenly puts her hand on your pussy… and then IN it. Her non-manicured fingers brusquely invade you… This is it! She is going to fuck you right now! You are a bit surprised, but if she wants… Wow! This is… Please, please, give me more, I was a very good Peach...
But no, she isn’t going to finger-fuck you. She takes her fingers out your vagina… holding your vibro-egg!
"Now I see why you are such a willing slut, Peach". - She smiles - "But from now I control your orgasms, not you".
She stands up from the floor and goes to the work desk, opens a drawer… and you [[see a big white Magic Wand in her hand]].Lying under her, you nod with enthusiasm, and she unbucks your gag and takes a red ball out of your mouth. You finally swallow your saliva, and she notices it.
"Woo, so much saliva in this dirty mouth! Don’t swallow it all, it’ll help you to satisfy me!"
And without deferring any longer she moves her panties aside and just sits on your face.
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There’s a moment when the whole world disappears for you, and the only thing that matters is her pussy. You close your eyes, and Becky’s scent overwhelms you, her juices overflood you, her will overpowers you. Now there are only two moving muscles in your whole bound body - it’s your pounding heart and your tongue, trying it’s best to impress Becky.
BZZZZ…
For a several seconds you freeze because of growing euphoria in your clitoris, but Becky quickly returns you to reality.
"Work your sweet tongue, Peach, or I’ll turn this wand off again!"
[[Get back to work]]!And you get back to work - the tastiest of works. Licking every line of her pussy, taking a quick breath and then diving into her wonderful hole again.
"Am I... tasty, Peach? So tasty, that you want to cum just licking me?" - asks Becky in a trembling voice.
You can just moan affirmatively, feeling your both climaxes approaching.
"That’s too bad. Because, Peach… do you hear me, licker? I don’t want you to cum".
[[What?!]]
Becky reaches one of the boxes standing in the room and pulls out a white blouse. It looks cheap, obviously it’s from hypermarket’s stock, but you don’t have any choice.
Besides, now you feel cheap too.
Becky uncuffs your hands with a key, you put on the blouse, and then she cuffs you again.
"Want me to help you with your gag?" - she asks, not angry anymore. You nod - "Then open your pretty skillful mouth".
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You open your mouth wide, so she can stuff it with a big red ball. Then she fastens the gag’s belt on your head and even strokes your hair gently.
"Good girl".
She carefully inserts your vibro-egg inside your vagina, then dresses herself and leads you out of this room, where you were happy for several minutes… or there were hours?
You [[walk through the big warehouse again]]. Becky is right. She is always right. How dare you to forget it and to complicate yourself with those ungrateful thoughts? You are her juicy Peach, tightly wrapped, ready to please.
You look at her guiltily, and she finally smiles.
"That’s okay, little Peach. You’ll learn soon how to be totally mine. And for now… I have to leave you for several hours. Will you be a good girl, waiting for your Owner?"
Of course you will. You will wait for her as long as she wants.
"I’m sure you will. But to make sure you won’t disturb my coworkers, I have to gag you".
Oh yeah, you love the feeling of your big ball-gag stretching your mouth from the inside. So you eagerly spread your lips… but she doesn’t put your ball-gag between them. Becky has something much more tastier in her hands - her and your panties.
"I saw you liked my taste, so feel free to enjoy it for another several hours. Now [[open your mouth]]".
"Hmmm… no, I think you shouldn’t cum without me. So wait till I come back, honey".
No, no, no! You want to "come" too! So she could just turn the Magic Wand on and…
BANG! The door shuts behind Becky, and now you are alone in the room. Bound, gagged and helpless somewhere in the hypermarket’s warehouse. Enslaved by a woman that you just met.
[[This insight makes your thoughts go further]]...Your unexpected romantic mood fits perfectly to the midnight trading floor where you are standing now.
There are shelves, products, and all that you’ve seen several hours before, only covered by darkness now - but the moonlight from big windows turns the hypermarket into a mysterious and exciting place.
Ouch!
This wasn’t so romantic - Becky suddenly spanks you really hard with her palm.
You turn around and stumble upon her glance.
Her eyes aren’t romantically clouded as yours - she looks at you with a predatory gaze. And in her hands you [[see an electric cord]]..."Don’t know where the warehouse is? Okay, for the first time I’ll show you… Follow me" - tells Becky and then turns around and walks away.
For the first time? Does she have some plans for you? And are these plans… sexy? Should you follow her?
These thoughts run through your head, when suddenly you hear her deep voice.
"Peach! Follow. Me. Now."
And then chaotic thoughts in your head disappear.
You have no free will. You have no stupid thoughts.
You are just a fresh, juicy peach, as Becky said, and you should be placed in the warehouse.
Yeah, it’s simple like that.
So you have just one option: to [[follow Becky to the warehouse]]."Peach!"
Who is there? Oh, that's Becky, standing above you. And you… you must feel asleep!
"I see you were comfortable here, my little Peach. But it’s midnight already. Our hypermarket is closed now and everybody went home. Do you know what that means?"
You still feel sleepy, so… what does she mean?
"It’s time to play!"
She leans towards you and quickly cuts the wrap from your legs. Hooray, freedom!
But Becky isn’t going to cut the rest of the wrap.
"I'd prefer to keep you a bit bound for our games. Don’t you mind?"
Of course you agree to everything, so you just nod assent, and Becky hugs you… and helps you to stand up.
"Come with me if you want to… cum," - your Mistress smiles.
[[Follow Becky outside the room]]You hear the sound of footsteps, and it is getting closer and closer. She must be walking the big central passage between the rows.
And then you hear Becky’s voice, that sounds tantalizing and deceptively kind.
"Peach… where is my Peach? Maybe in the fruit row? No! How interesting! Where is she then?"
This gentle (deceptively gentle, you repeat to yourself) voice and the feeling of fear makes strange things to you: you get aroused. Well, it’s not very strange, because you realized already, that you love to be Becky’s slave…
But hey, she is going to whip you with a wire! And it will hurt! A LOT!
Or maybe a good little slave named Peach wants it?
What will you do?
[[Keep hiding]] or just [[surrender like the slave you are]]?
"My little Peach… here you are! Surrendering without a struggle?"
"Mmms mmmfstrss!"
Bowed, you look at the dirty floor, not daring to raise your eyes at Mistress. You are just runaway slave who chose her fate.
"What a nice fruit you are! But do you know I will punish you anyway?"
"Mmms mmmfstrss!"
"Maybe you secretly want it?"
[["Mmms mmmfstrss, mmpls!"]]Tears in your eyes don’t allow you to see that Becky sits near you. You just feel that she gently takes your face with her hand.
"There-there. I won’t hurt you anymore… today. I have some other promises to keep".
And then she kisses your lips, covered by tape, and it feels wonderful.
You’d love to answer this kiss, but your gag doesn’t allow you. All you can do is to enjoy the moment of kissing with a woman, whose panties are securely sealed in your mouth.
"Get up, Peach! I have one more game for you", - says Becky, and you aren’t afraid anymore. Any game she wants, you can bear.
Becky helps you to get up and leads you to cashier desks near the hypermarket’s exit.
"This game is called “A Horny Cashier”. That’s you. And I’m a customer you must serve. And now - [[hop on conveyor belt]], spread your gorgeous legs and wait for me!"Becky smiles suddenly.
"What a scared chicken you are! Okay, I’ll make it easier for you…"
She takes a condom from her bucket and puts it on a cucumber. Then there is a tube of lubricant - she squeezes out some lube on this cucumber that still lays on the rubber belt.
"Now hurry, please, I have a whole bucket of goods! And I can go to another cashier desk".
Hell no! Even when there is no other cashier desk at night, you don’t want your Becky (you mean - your Mistress) to even think about leaving you.
That's why you [[stuff the cucumber into your ass]].
"Please Mistress. Don’t take your panties away. Can I keep your panties... on me? Can you put them on my face?"
Stupid, stupid! Is it the smartest thing you could tell? Now she’ll think you are…
"Huh. You do love my panties, don’t you? Okay. Usually I don’t fulfil every fantasy that my slave has. There are my wishes that must come true, not yours, understand it?"
[[Of course you do]]. She is the Goddess, and you are just a pathetic worshiper.You consume sandwiches, croissants, bananas (no, not the one that was inside you) and other delicious treats, and Becky just watches you.
"Not only a sleepyhead, but a food buff too?" - Becky knows how to make you blush, - "I like girls with a keen appetite, you know?"
Finally stuffed yourself with food, you look at Becky with gratitude.
"Thank you, Mistress. How can I… return the favor to you?"
Becky looks at you with a strange expression on her face.
"Yes, that’s what I wanted to discuss with you. I know you can give me some pleasure right now, but I’ve got another offer to you. Would you like to stay with me and work here?"
[[Work here? What does she mean? Like, in hypermarket?]]"Oh, such a cute slave you are" - says Becky. - "I’ve got another present for you. I tore your blouse with a knife, so…"
Becky gives you a nice black T-shirt… with a word SLAVE on it.
"I don’t know how this got into hypermarket’s stock, but it fits you".
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Yes, you put it on and it fits you. And it will look awesome with your handcuffs and ball-gag, when you walk the streets. It will make it absolutely clear for everyone: here comes a slave. Treat her like she deserves.
Several minutes ago, all dolled up, gagged and cuffed, you stand near the back door of the hypermarket. Becky looks at you with a warm smile.
"Have a nice day, little Peach. And remember - there is some slave labour night shift waiting for you here".
"Mmms Mmstrs", - you mumble through your tight gag, and leave the hypermarket.
[[Get to the city]] And then other advantages came.
You came back to the hypermarket, and Becky gave you out your uniform. Black trousers, blue blouse, shoes with no heels. It doesn’t look sexy, but for you it’s something special. It’s your first full-time slavery uniform! Well, almost slavery. So you put it on proudly.
But Becky manages to surprise you.
“A finishing touch for your uniform” - she tells, and gives you her panties. Her wet, tasty, gorgeous panties. But what should you do with them?
“Open your mouth” - comes the answer, and you do. And she stuffs your hungry mouth with this fabric, sobbing with her juices, and then seals your lips with a kiss. And you [[kiss her back... sort of]].You rise your eyes and see Becky behind the coffee machine. With her most innocent smile she is pouring a juice from a cardboard box on you. W-what is she doing?
"Here you are, my little Peach. Now crawl out from your shelter and kneel before me".
Do you have any other choices? The battle is lost, you are hers for the punishment.
So you [[crawl to your Mistress, ready to be whipped]] and (may be?) finally fucked.
The cool liquid streams from your head to your shoulders, goes down the spine to your naked ass and gives a strange feeling to your pussy. But it’s not pleasure, you think. You are not feeling sweet. It’s a punishment, not a treat, for you at least. You are a dirty, sticky, wet whore that can be used every way your owner wants. Even this weird one.
But what scares you the most is that Becky wouldn’t like to fuck you. Hell, she wouldn’t like to even touch your disgustingly wet body!
"Ough! What a sticky dirty slut you are! I don’t think you deserve to be fucked by me".
[[You knew, you knew it!]] Suddenly you feel Becky's hands on your butt, spreading your buttcheeks… and then pushing something into yor ass. You moan a little, and she slaps your butt.
"Stand still. This is for your motivation during work. I told you I’ll stuff my shoe inside your ass, but you are obviously not ready for this. So we’ll start with something smaller".
You analyze your feelings and understand that this must be a banana, covered with a condom. You feel its pressure against your insides, and that makes you horny again, and Becky sees it too.
"Slave, don’t drop your slutty juices on the floor, or you’ll have to clean it off again - and this time with your tongue!"
She secures the banana in your ass by wrapping your crotch and hips with another tape, and then goes away.
And so you are left alone between the rows. [[It's time to work]]!Dirty, bound, ass-stuffed and naked, you start to work: pour the water from the bottles on the floor and diligently wipe the dirt off.
This is you. This dirt is you. A puddle of juices that stuck to the sole of a dominant woman’s shoe. This is your place. This is you.
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When the floor is clear, you head to the toilet and tidy yourself, as Becky said. And then return to the room in the warehouse and just wait. You don’t have any thoughts really: you are a tired and sleepy puddle of mud, waiting for a shoe to step on you.
You manage to not fall asleep until Becky comes, but then everything becomes fuzzily: she takes the banana out from your ass (“good girl, next time we’ll try something bigger”) and wraps you with a tape again, and then you finally drop asleep in your small room.
You don’t know how many hours you have slept, when Becky’s voice wakes you up.
[[Get back to reality]]
"So I just thought… if some dyke can use this body of yours, why a respectable man can’t?"
A respectable? Ha-ha! He is nothing compared to Becky, and you would spit in his face, if you weren’t gagged.
"That’s why I’m going to ungag you..."
Huh, do it, you moron!
"… but I wouldn’t recommend you to cry for Becky’s help or do any other stupid things. Because then everybody in this warehouse will hear you… about twenty men, who could come here and see this dirty naked slut... What would they do? And what would they think about Becky? Nothing good, I think. Do you want that?"
[[No, you don't. But tolerating this bastard isn't any better]].Ough! His dick stinks! Like if Ron fucked a dirty hooker a month ago, and haven’t took a single shower since that moment!
Ron listens to your moans of disgust with visible pleasure on his face.
"I love the smell of my cock. And I see you do, too. But I don’t know if it’s tasty enough. So now you try and tell me".
He brings his stinky prick closer to your face.
"And remember - don’t do anything stupid", - says Ron.
[["No, please",- you ask]], and the man smiles.You look at his hairy balls and can’t even imagine licking them.
But Ron already knows how to make you more cooperative: he takes you by the head and just pulls you to his testicles.
Several hairs got into your mouth, and you hardly keep from vomiting.
And in this very moment you finally realize what is going on:
a man who hasn’t even told you his name uses you as he wants several minutes after you meet.
This rude, dirty male doesn’t see you as a person - only as a fuck-meat.
[[And that’s who you secretly were, or at least wanted to be]]..."Sweetie, you’re a natural born sucker! These lips of yours… I’m gonna use them very often!" - Ron shouts.
"Wait, you said it was the only time…"
"Shut up, slut. I said, your head is not for thinking or speaking, just sucking. Stupid girl, did you really think I’ll lose an opportunity to fuck you regularly?"
Your mind, still foggy from facefuck-shaking, becomes dizzy, and you [[feel your own cold sweat under the layers of transparent tape around your body]].But Becky doesn’t listen to your apologies.
She just leaves the room saying no word.
And so you got left again, and this time it’s even worse, cause you are abandoned by your Mistress.
You just lay on your back, look at the ceiling and think about your future. What’ll it be now? Will you have to repeat your bound-promenade, to gag and cuff yourself, and to go back into the city to find another Mistress?
You wouldn’t want to, especially when you found a perfect one, but it’s not you who decides now. It always isn’t you, the slave.
An hour later you [[hear the door open]]... But who is it? The hypermarket's boss? Or maybe Ron again?Still not understanding her will, you get up and look at her. And she suddenly takes your old vibro-egg out from one of her boxes.
"We’ll need it today. But first, hop on the trolley’s platform".
And that’s when you get it. She wants to move YOU! Move as a furniture, or a box, or a… her thing. Okay, that counts. You are her thing really.
But is she going to drive you through the whole warehouse on this trolley?
[["Shouldn’t I… get dressed? Mistress?..."]]The tape she covers you with is so transparent that it doesn’t hide anything, like if you were naked. But if your Mistress isn’t shy about her slave’s naked body, then the slave shouldn’t be too, isn’t it?
"Okay, Peach. Time to tape your mouth".
"… and maybe blindfold me too, Mistress?"
"Hey, you’re a sly one! No, I want you to see everything… and everybody. But you are so obedient today, so I’ll let you choose. I can just tape your mouth or put something in it before. What do you think?"
[["Oh… can there be your panties… Mistress?"]]Shutting you up, Becky puts her hand on your mouth.
"Shhh, little one. Keep in mind, this is your punishment. But I know how to entertain you during it…"
And she turns on your vibro-egg... and turns this whole ride into a series of humiliating, dirty, wonderful climaxes in full view of everyone in this city.
Becky drives the trolley with you on it along the streets, walkways and crosswalks. Pedestrians gaze at you, look away, spit on you or ask Betty to sell you - and you [[just moan in shame and pleasure]].Okay, the pot-bellied fucker defeated you. You don’t even try to protest, because there is no sense in it anymore. So you just take Ron’s now-flaccid dick in your mouth and suck it, filling your mouth with leftovers of his semen.
"The good sluts must swallow. But this time I don’t want you to. Keep my cum in your mouth", - he orders, and you do, just rolling the sticky liquid on your tongue. Then Ron takes Becky’s panties and wipes some cum drops from your face, - "Here you are. Now open wide, slut".
You [[open your mouth for him]], and he brusquely stuffs a piece of cloth in it, and then takes a duct tape.The next day Ron returns with a devilish smile under his mustache. When he unzips his pants, instead of his crooked cock you see a real monster: a giant black penis nozzle with horrendous spikes.
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"Since you are a whore who can’t distinguish cock and pussy, I’ll make sure that you know the difference".
And ignoring your screams, this bastard rapes your pussy, making you cry, yell and… [[have an orgasm]].You try to crawl to the box, but it isn’t easy while your whole body is taped.
"Oh, fuck these dyke-tapes", - tells Ron, and releases you from your transparent bondage with his stationery knife, - "My slut won’t be taped in this stupid way. My slut should be free… cause she must be at my feet at the first call".
So for a few seconds you are free, and even think, if you should step into this box and lose your freedom in the most ugly and stinky way or try to break free.
But then you stop yourself: a slut’s head is not for thinking. It’s for sucking Ron’s dick and licking his balls. And that’s all.
[[Step into the box]]You realize it too late and don’t have enough time to run away. In short order your cruel Mistress is standing before you.
In midnight’s moonlit she looks stunning with this stern look and a cord in her hand.
Who were you to think you could be smarter than Mistress? You are just her property, who felt free for several moments - but you are not free. Forever not.
"Slave! On your knees!" - she orders, and you [[kneel immediately, as her demanding voice weakens your legs]]"One", - repeats Becky, and then stops, listening to your moans. - "What’s that, slave? You think I made a mistake in counting? Oh, I am adding several strikes for these thoughts of yours. Remember, slave: your Mistress is always right. Got it?"
And she strikes you several times in a row, counting: “Two… two… two…”. And you endure these whips and tell yourself: “Yes, Mistress. You are always right. Your right is in every… mmm!... in every strike that is made by your powerful hands… mmm! yes… you are right… it hurts! right… mmm! right…please, Mistress, enough….”
"There, there" - you suddenly hear Becky’s gentle voice behind your shoulder, and then realize you were crying, - "It’s over. I won’t punish you anymore today. I see you learned your lesson…"
"Yyymrs mmfsrsss…" - you mumble through your gag.
"Then it’s time for your reward", - she tells, - "[[Spread your legs]], slave!"You obey, and Becky shoves her hand behind your legs.
"I see that it's not only your face that got wet…"
Oh, Mistress… what are you surprised by? You took your naughty slave by force, whipped and taught her a good lesson… no wonder she got wet, dreaming of you … fucking her!
Yeah, you feel something hard near the entrance of your wet hole… you look over your shoulder to see it’s a big black strap-on, attached to Becky’s hips. And the next moment it slooowly enters you, making your legs shiver, and then goes out just as slowly.
Mistress, please! Are you torturing me again, with this slowness? - [[you think]], and Mistress reads your thoughts from your moans.You see a big red alarm clock that woke you up, and a note near it. You reach for it and read:
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“Morning, slave.
Welcome to your final test.
Tonight you ran away from me and hid in my hypermarket.
And despite the fact that I found and punished you, I want to be sure that you won’t run away again. I want a loyal slave, not a bizarre-sex-addicted girl.
So you have to decide now.
You can come back to your room in the warehouse and claim yourself as my obedient slave. But to do that, you must go all the way to the warehouse as naked as you are now.
Or you can look for some clothes in the hypermarket and get dressed - but then you must leave. Your belongings will be in the box near the employee entrance.
It’s up to you, Peach, to decide.
Your Mistress”
[[Shit, shit!]]Hiding behind the shelf, you look at her back and whisper: “Please, go away… Go shop somewhere else…”
But a stubborn lady doesn’t go, and very soon the hypermarket will be crowded with other customers.
So you make up your mind and step to the shelf… and at this very moment the old lady sees you and extracts a walking stick with a hook from her shopping cart.
"Get away from me, you slut!" - she shouts, waving her stick, - "I know you! Yesterday you were with this ball in your dirty mouth, and now bare-assed! You whore!"
"Sorry, I just wanted…" - [[you try to protest]], but she doesn’t listen.And that’s when you finally felt totally helpless. Even with Becky, it was more like a twisted game. But now… some old lady fucks you with her stick, and you can’t do anything with that, just keep kissing her boots… and… moving your hips... towards the stick… of this powerful old lady...
"What is it, are you enjoying it?" - tells the old lady and kicks you off with her shoe, - "You dirty perv! This is not for your bizarre entertainment! What a waste you are!" - she shouts and walks away driving her shopping cart.
Wait... what was it? Yes, you started to enjoy your intercourse, but you thought she liked it too… And now she ruined your orgasm! What the hell is with women in this hypermarket?
But anyway, the shelf with clothes is now yours. You [[pick up white panties, a simple black skirt and a light-blue blouse]].His authoritative voice makes you tremble with arousal. You quickly nod several times - yes, my owner, of course I will - and then raise your hands and spread your legs.
He immediately puts his bossy hands on your body. His right hand goes along your spine and comes to your ass. You hold your breath expecting him to slap your buttcheek, but he just squeezes it, and then whispers into your ear:
"Nice and soft ass. I haven’t seen your manual, but I hope that this ass is designed for a good whipping".
[[Nod YES!]]Yes, you certainly do, and she sees it, when you went weak at the knees imagining a big knot of this rope rubbing against your crotch while you lie bound on Stephanie’s couch.
"Hey, don’t start without me, it’s unfair!" - she laughs looking at you. - "Okay, I see you are a fan of ropes. What else? I think I can take some duct tape… you know, I love to try different types of gagging… and maybe combine them… like, for example..."
But suddenly the sense of her words vanishes from your head. A wave of inevitable pleasure from vibrating devices inside you together with Stephanie’s gentle voice sends you to the peak of delight… and further.
[[Surrender to it]]A bank? It sounds promising.
You don’t have much money at the moment, but with the help of a little loan you could afford many things. Many HOT things that you were dreaming about.
And the first thing that comes to your mind is a slave-coffin, a big box where a good slave like you could be imprisoned for days… fed, watered and properly fucked by special tubes and machines.
Settled! You will just head to the bank and get a loan to buy the slave-coffin.
You [[get a smartphone out of your purse]].Okay then, where is the nearest bank? Huh, there are even two nearby.
GIC Bank is a big and well-known bank that works throughout the city. It has many branches, and one of them is just 5 minutes away.
The other one, Green Hand Bank, is… you never heard about it. Looks like it’s a small bank, and its office nearby can be the only one.
So where do you want to go? GIC Bank is reliable and safe, but its interest rates may be too high. And what about Green Hand bank, you don’t have a clue what is waiting for you here. But if it’s so small, maybe you could get an advantageous offer there...
[[Go to GIC Bank]]
**Go to Green Hand Bank** **(The path is under construction)**Just several minutes of a shameful and very arousing walk down the street - and here you are, standing before the bank.
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The building is not tall, it has a single floor. But it's windows are big and clean, and through them you can see a bank hall with several clerk girls in white blouses, and three or four clients, mainly women.
“Get to the new level of your life with our loans!” - tells a poster attached right to the window glass. Yeah, that’s just what you are here for. Get to the new level of bondage, of helplessness, of slavery. A new level of your life as you [[dream about it...]]Ah, here it is! A black van is parked near the bank. There are several men in it. Trying to slip under the radar, you make a few steps closer to the car and listen attentively.
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The man who was called Frank tells below his breath:
"On my mark we enter the bank. You disarm a security guard, there’s only one man there. And you - head to the vault and take all the money they have. Meanwhile, me and you - we choose some cute girl as a hostage. When the vault is emptied, we run back to the car with our hostage and get away from the chase..."
[[Oh my! They talk about bank robbery!]]Wow, you acted like a fool sometimes before, but now it’s definitely the most stupid and dangerous thing you’ve ever done. And the most arousing, too...
Having turned back from the black van, you enter the bank and end up in a spacious hall.
There are four cubicles along the walls, where clerks (3 women and a young guy) sit, and some free space in the middle of the hall, where customers just stand waiting for their turn. A lonely security guard, a bored man in his 40s, is web-surfing on his mobile phone.
You suddenly get an afterthought that you should have warned everybody about the robbery, but it’s too late. Three men in black masks break into the bank hall. The tallest of them knocks out the security guard with a single punch. And a robber with a golden handgun fires into the air.
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"Everybody, get on the floor now! This is a robbery! Remain still and you won’t get hurt! I need the bank’s money, not yours, so no heroics please!" - shouts the gang’s leader (you know by his voice it’s Frank).
[[Fall on the floor]]You fall on the floor obediently, and so do others.
"Hands! I want to see your hands! Put them on the floor!"
Okay, Mr.Robber, as you wish. You put your hand on the floor before you, and Frank, who walks around the hall checking hostages’ hands, stops at you.
"Nice handcuffs, lady. You like playing cops and robbers, huh?" - Frank asks, and then goes toward the cubicles.
There he points his golden handgun at one of the clerks.
"You, give me the vault’s keys!"
The frightened clerk gives the keys with his shakey heads to Frank, and the leader throws it to the third robber - the one who was nervous in the car, you suppose. Mr.Nervous catches the keys and runs to the vault.
And you can only [[wait for what's coming next]]
You look around and see one of bank’s customers, sitting on the floor. It’s a brunette man in his early 40, wearing a black leather coat. He unshrouds his coat a bit and you see a gun holster.
"Hi, I’m Jeremy. Could you please distract that guy’s attention",- he whispers, nodding at Frank, who is walking around the bank, - "So I can take aim and shoot him?"
Oh no. That sounds dangerous. Frank said - no heroics. So maybe you should stay calm? Why should you risk yourself for the bank’s money? You [[look at Jeremy with this silent question on your gagged face]].Jeremy easily understands what you doubt about.
"Hey, It’s not about the bank’s money. We don’t know what these guys have in their minds. Somebody can get hurt here".
But what can you do? Like, tell “Mister robber, can I have your attention, please, while this guy is trying to shoot you”? Fuck, this is not what you expected here. You aren’t a hero, you are just a little slave. No, this job isn’t yours.
"I think you could… entertain him somehow, You know… like you slaves do. Please?..."
[[What?...]]Okay, this is gonna be fuuuuuun… you tell to yourself, but feel scared as fuck.
But hey, the bank isn’t gonna save itself… and if you have to fuck some handsome robber to save all these people, than you should at least try.
So you slowly ungag yourself (what a pity, you hoped it'd be not you, but your new Owner who'd remove this gag) and crawl towards Frank.
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He notices you and aims his gun at you.
"Stand still, lady! I told you to be quiet and stay down".
[[Kneel and explain yourself]]Sorry, Jeremy, it’s too dangerous for a weak slave like me. You made a sign of negation with your head, and the gunner looks at you with disappointment.
"You’re just a slave! You are meant to suffer and get fucked!" - Jeremy whispers, - "So why can’t you just…"
"What’s going on here?"
Oh shit! Carried away by your dispute, you [[missed Frank came closer]] and now he stands above Jeremy...While Jeremy is aiming his gun at Frank in slow-mo, you manage to think that visiting the robbed bank wasn’t your best idea…
And then Frank accurately kicks the gun out of Jeremy’s hand, and then knocks him out with another kick.
"You fucker! I told you to stay calm! You wanted to shoot me?" - Franks kicks unconscious Jeremy’s ribs, - "Or maybe you wanted me to shoot you? Don’t count on it, fucker! I said, my bullets are not for you!"
[[Wow. That was impressive…]]"Good slave. Good" - says Frank.
Wow. You nearly melt from his words. He could just caress you a bit now, and you'll eagerly beсome his pet.
But Frank stands up and walks to the center point of the bank’s hall.
"Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please? Yes, look at me, everybody!"
Frightened customers and clerks (and you too, of course) [[look at Frank obediently]].You obediently kneel before Frank, trying not to provoke him.
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"Yes, I know, mister… Robber. But we are all here a bit nervous… about this robbery… and I thought maybe I could entertain you and help you to relieve some stress?"
"What do you mean, lady? I don’t need any reliefs. I am not nervous. And this is me who is robbing the bank!"
Oh shit. This is gonna be harder than you thought.
And moreover, you almost feel other hostages’ glances on your back. What is she doing? What does she mean by “entertaining” this criminal? We are being robbed, and this slut got wet about fucking with a robber?
Yes, guys, you are right, I am a slaveslut and I already got wet. But I’m trying to save your asses too. So now I’m gonna [[beg the Robber for some action]]."I know, you’re not nervous, mister Robber", - you tell with the most obedient of your voices, - "But I AM nervous. And aroused, too".
"What?" - Frank asks, obviously surprised and not aiming at you with his gun anymore. But now you are aimed by his cock, that makes an imposing bulge in his pants.
Honestly, you thought that would be enough distraction for Jeremy to start shooting. And you are still several feet from Frank, that makes it more or less safe for you. But it seems Jeremy wants you to distract Frank MORE. Okay then, you’ll have to go further...
[[Tell Frank the truth about you]]You look not at Frank’s masked face, but at the bulge in his pants. That’s what you need.
"I’m a total slut, mister Robber. I crave to become an unworthy slave of some strong man. That’s why today I gagged and handcuffed myself - in the hope that somebody will enslave me, to torture, humiliate and fuck senseless everyday".
You bet that under Frank’s mask his surprised and stressful face is slowly replaced with a lustful expression.
[[Continue your degraded speech]]"I understand that a big criminal like you doesn’t need such a pathetic slave. Yeah, I know it. But maybe… please, could I at least suck and worship your cock?"
Frank doesn’t answer, and you understand that he is weighing up the pros and cons. Mr.Tall, the second robber, looks confused.
"Hey, F… I mean, boss, maybe you shouldn’t? What if she has some other intentions?".
But you NEED Frank’s cock, so you are insistent. You [[slowly raise your hands from the floor]].Oh yeah. This gorgeous bulge in Frank’s black pants is now yours to take. And even before unzipping his pants, you just lean forward and kiss his dick through the pants’ fabric. The fabric smells of gunpowder and men’s perfume, and this combination makes you dream about yielding yourself prisoner to Frank.
"The slut really likes it!" - Mr.Tall laughs. Oh, you don’t even know how much I do.
Kneeled before your conqueror, you unzip his pants with your cuffed hands, and then his prick is finally free. And you are not, because [[you are truly enchanted with this rock hard cock and glorious balls]].You go along his cock with your tongue, sucking the head of the marvelous penis and massaging Frank’s balls with your hand.
Oh, you would give these balls a personal tongue service, but you don’t have enough time. So after several licks of them you return to the cock, and it goes in and out your mouth with a wet smacking.
This wet smacking is the only sound heard in the bank. Frank is too busy with joy to speak now, clerks and customers are shocked with your behavior and try not to look at your disgraceful blowjob, and Mr.Tall…
[[Oh...]]Who would agree to such a crazy slave’s request? Nobody! Unless it be a robber, who is getting a blowjob of his life and feels on top of the world... and therefore moans displeased, when you stop worshiping his dick for a moment and ask:
"Please, sir, can I suck your friend’s dick too?"
Surprised and still cloud-minded, Frank looks at Mr.Tall and his erected dick. Mr.Tall says nothing, but it seems Frank understands everything in his subordinate’s eyes. You don’t think Frank likes your idea, but… sharing is caring… company spirit… team building… and all this crap...
"The hell with it! Suck him too, you greedy slut!"
[[Such a lucky slut you are...]]
Oh, you are not sure that Frank would be happy with it. Hardly he has ever dreamed about touching cocks with Mr.Tall… even if in some slut’s mouth.
So you just keep sucking Frank’s dick, enjoying its taste, thickness, length and smell… enjoying everything about it.
But it’s only you and Frank who are enjoying the moment. Because others are not so happy, and you feel like tension rises around you. Mr.Tall, who was neglected by you… customers and clerks, who are frightened by robbers and have a disgust to a fucked in a head slut… and Jeremy, who…
Shit! Being busy with this glorious dick, you totally forgot about Jeremy!
Keeping Frank’s cock in your mouth, you [[throw eye on the rebel gunner]]You try to stop Mr.Tall with your cuffed hands, but it looks more like you are jerking him off, so he gets even more excited and rough.
"Take it deep, you witch!" - He shouts and slaps your cheek with his hand, and that sudden pain draws tears from your eyes, washing away your mascara.
Frank sees it and decides to hold his ground: his dick may not be as big as Mr.Tall’s, but it’s Frank who is the boss here!
So Frank starts to fuck your mouth even harder then Mr.Tall: he pushes his meat deep inside your throat with demanding knocks, not caring if you have enough breath. Seems that he wants to fuck your brain out… as Mr.Tall wants too.
And so you give up resisting robbers: you just stand before them kneeled and accept their big, wet, smacking dicks going in and out fast, like a fuckmeat you are. This is your degradation: you aren’t even a slave anymore - just a wet hole that is publicly used. Blorp-blorp. Maybe after robbers cum, the hostages can have their way with you too...
But first you need to [[suck dry these two horny stallons]]...You feel they are getting closer to climax. And it seems that soon their cum will blow you up from the inside. Because there’s no way your mouth can hold it all in...
BAM!
Fuck!! Frightened with a sudden sound, you even bite robbers' cocks in your mouth. But you don’t have enough time to realize what’s going on, when…
BAM!
And then Frank and Mr.Tall stop raping you. They both reflexively make several pushes into your mouth, but when you raise your eyes, you see blood stains on their chests. And then these two mighty robbers just fall on the ground breathless, finally setting your torn mouth free.
You turn around and see Jeremy - he is holding a smoking gun with his trembling hands, and his eyes look crazy.
[[Stand up from your knees]]Shit, you completely forgot about Jeremy and his plan!
But now the sounds of shots completely erase any arousal from your mind.
You realize that just several seconds before you were in real danger. What if Jeremy accidentally shot you instead of robbers? And why the hell did you have to suck them both for several minutes before Jeremy finally started shooting?
These thoughts occur to your mind and suddenly make you angry.
"What… what were you waiting for? Did you want to watch them cumming?" - you say, wiping off saliva and precum from your lips, - "Are you some kind of voyeur?"
You see a confused and frightened expression on his face. Aha! Ashamed finally! Yeah, you should be, because you used a poor little slave to…
"Get down!" - shouts Jeremy abruptly, and you freeze for a second.. What? - "I say, get down!"
[[Get down on the floor!]]BAM! BAM!
Bullets whistle above you, then there is a sound of a falling body, and after that the gunfight slackened.
You raise your head and see one more body laying on the floor. Yeah, you forgot about Mr.Nervous, who was picking the bank vault clean.
Then you look at Jeremy, who still stands in the middle of the hall with the gun in his hand… and suddenly you see him in a new perspective.
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He looks like a western movie hero, just without that cowboy hat. This strong man alone coped with three dangerous criminals and saved a damsel in distress, who was brutally mouth-raped… Okay, she was enjoying it, but it’s his cock that she really wants to taste now...
[[Give a bribe to your hero]]… that’s what you were going to do.
But you don’t have a chance to thank your savior… in a proper way... because just after the third robber got down, the police forced their way into the bank.
Men in helmets and bulletproof vests overflood the hall. They aim at you and other hostages, making you raise your hands again, then inspect you and finally let you go out, to the street.
Heh, the cops are searching for robbers, not knowing that the criminals are defeated already by the Slave and the Gunner. Huh, [[that sounds like a team’s name!]]"You know, I’m just a paintball fan. The difference is that this time I can’t drink several beers with the guys I shot", - tells Jeremy, and a laughter ripples over the crowd.
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You smile too, and at this moment the Blonde sees the handcuffs on your wrists.
"Sorry, miss, but why are you wearing handcuffs? Are you arrested? Or did these robbers chain you?"
Oh shit. That’s a bad moment to be handcuffed. [[Your mind is racing for an appropriate explanation]], but Jeremy saves you again."You know, I am something of a feminist myself..." - you say, looking at journalist.
(Yeah, you really find men and women equal - especially when it's about tying and fucking your worthless body. That's right, you worship both Gods and Goddesses. Well, what were you saying?...)
"... But this time it's all mr. Colesman's merit. I just followed his instructions, and that's why we are alive".
Jeremy smiles, hugs your waist and whispers into your ear: "You are really good at following instructions. I may have several more for you..."
[[These words make you wanna cum]]
You get to the police department in one of the cops' cars, separated from Jeremy, so the road feels boring compared to everything that happened... and WILL happen to you. That's why you just reminisce, and fantasize, and rub yourself a little, hoping no one notices.
Then you finally arrive at the department. But at the metal detector frame you have some... issues.
Jeremy (oh, sweet reunion) helps you to take off your handcuffs ("We can use these later", he smiles predatorily, and you shiver with anticipation).
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But the frame still beeps. Yeah, thinking about Jeremy's dick in your holes, you forgot about something that's already inside you. Your sweet little vibro-egg.
Are you ashamed? No, because Jeremy is watching, and you don't want to disappoint this stud with your pudency. So you just reach to your vagina and [[extract the egg]]."I think I don't need it anymore" - you say saucily, and put the egg into the trash bin, - "These things can't be compared to the real dicks".
Jeremy's eyes tell everything: he would rape you right now, in front of all these people. And he wouldn't feel sorry for such humiliation. You are just an eye-candy fuckmeat, so why should he feel sorry?
But unfortunately at this moment you are not available for fucking: your body belongs to police.
And this "police" has a face, a pretty nice one: it's Angela Thompson, a tall African-American woman in a 3-piece suit.
She picks you up after the detector and leads to the 3rd floor, into the small interrogation room.
"It's not an interrogation" - she assures you, - "You are not suspected. I just want to know what happened there".
[[Tell Angela everything]]
**No, you can't confess what you did** **(The path is under construction)**What can you do? She is a cop, and you shouldn't lie to cops. Especially when they ask so nicely.
And especially when they have 10+ more witnesses, that will confirm that you were such a slut for criminals' dicks.
That's why you confess yourself to Angela: yes, you were there, handcuffed, sucking two cocks at the same time. No, nobody made you: it was just the best way to stop the criminals... and have some pleasure.
Angela doesn't look disgusted: no, she is clearly interested. She types everything you told and shuts her laptop. For a moment you think you are free to go...
"Thanks. You are free to go", - Angela says, - "Unless you want to help our city with one more case".
You? You aren't a cop, just a weak and obedient slave. You LOVE to help, but can't imagine how you can help this gorgeous woman (oh, and the whole city too). But well, you should at least [[listen to her offer]]."I'm investigating a human trafficking in our city. Someone is selling people. Like, for real. And the only clue I have is some BDSM club with slave auctions".
"Sorry, but with all due respect, it doesn't look like a real clue" - you say, - "BDSM auctions aren't real ones. They are just role-play games. Some people just like to be sold and bought".
"I believe you know something about it", - she says calmly, but you suddenly feel she sees right through you, - "Nevertheless, several club members... the "slaves"... are gone missing. And I feel there's something going on there".
[[Well, she convinced you... a bit]].“You know, it’s such an exciting offer, but I have to decline it” - you say regretfully, - “I already have a Master. Well... I hope he still wants to use me as a slave”
“I’m sure he does. You’ll make a great slave, girl” - Angela answers with the same regret in her voice.
“Thanks, Officer”, - you tell, and make an awkward pause, - “So, can I go now?”
“According to law, we have 10 more minutes of our little talk. But yes, you are free to go”, - she says with a charming smile, - Unless…”
[[Oh, this woman always has many “unless” for you]].Double-click this passage to edit it.[[Трахает тебя в туалете, но в жопу]]And at the very same moment Jeremy raises his gun and shoots.
BANG!
For a second or two you think that bullet got into you and that you are dead. Or deaf at least, because the shot was so loud that you…
BANG! BANG!
No, that’s only now when you get deaf. The shot ranged out just above your head, and you fell on the floor, losing consciousness. And the last thing you remember is Frank standing above you with his two cannons: the golden gun in his hand and the rock-hard cock, sticking out from his pants.
...
But you don’t have enough time to rest unconscious, because suddenly you are brought to life with a slap in your cheek...
[[Try to open your eyes]]"Come round, bitch!" - shouts Frank and slaps your cheek again, - "Get up!"
You slowly open your eyes, not realizing what’s going on. But Frank sees you are finally conscious, lifts you with a jerk and brings you to his knees.
"So that was your plan, whore? To distract me and let this fucker shoot, right? Now [[look what you’ve done]]!"You look around and see Mr.Tall laying on the floor with a blood stain on his stomach. And then you turn back to see Jeremy is dead too, and clerks are lying on the floor frightened.
"He was a good guy!" - tells Frank, - "Not this fucker! I talk about Jim…" - you turn to Mr.Tall again, - "Not so clever, but a loyal one. And now he got a bullet in his barrel, and there are only two of us left to drag all this money to the car".
You look around and see Mr.Nervous, who is finally back from the vault with a trolley full of stuffed canvas bags.
"So tell me, slut. Did you do this intentionally? Was it your plan or what? Don’t lie to me, bitch!"
You look into Frank’s eyes and see pure anger. No, you shouldn’t lie to him… but telling the truth doesn’t look any better in this situation.
[[Confess your fault]]
**Lie to Frank** **(Under construction)**Still kneeled before Frank, you look at his masked face with fear.
Surely, he can kill you for what you’ve done.
And if you die, you will die on your knees, with your hands cuffed, with your mouth full of some stranger’s precum and the vibro-egg still buzzing inside you.
You will die as a dirty slave.
And that doesn’t sound too bad.
So you do what good slaves do.
You [[tell the truth]]. You confess your fault.
You don’t want to do it. But you know you have to. So you open your mouth wide and let inside the cold metal barrel.
Should you, like, suck it for real?
No, spoiling such a beautiful gun with your saliva would be ungrateful… what the hell, what are you thinking about? He’s gonna kill you!… and if you suck, the gun may CUM… and you don’t want it to cum too early… ok, that’s the stupidest thing you could think about… is this what's important before your death?… or maybe you think such crazy thoughts because you finally became a crazy slave?...
WEEE WOO WEEE WOOO!
Police sirens interrupt your before-death thoughts. That means cops are near the bank.
You look at Frank and feel his doubts. Should he spare you or take your life as a revenge for Mr.Tall?
[[Beg him with your eyes]]You raise your sight at Frank. Still sucking his gun, you try to tell him, using your eyes only:
"I was a very bad girl, mr.Robber. And a very bad, stupid slave. And I must be punished, I know it. But please, please, don't kill me. I'm just a pathetic slut. I'm not worth a bullet..."
Frank looks at you as if you were a dirt under his feet.
“That’s your lucky day, slave. I don’t want more dead bodies. But if we ever meet again… you will regret it, I promise”
He takes his gun out of your mouth, and you immediately [[fall on the floor, as if the barrel was your inner rod]].You look at the screen of your phone and see an unknown number calling. Could be just spam-call, but… You decide to give it a chance.
“Hello, miss! It’s police officer Sterling. We met several hours ago, after the bank robbery”
You hardly remember anyone from the police crew, you were too taken by after-before-death thoughts and feelings.
“I know you went through a lot today, but… maybe you could help me?”
[[Ask him what you can do]]“We caught the robbers. Well… we think we did. But there is no evidence or clues. We haven’t found any money or gold bricks from the bank, just an empty van with two masked guys”.
Well, that’s not how you build a line of accusation, for sure.
“And that’s the most complicated thing… Nobody saw their faces. But… you, miss… you saw… ehm… the penis of their leader. So maybe… miss... could you help us with its identification?”
Wow. That’s really something new for you.
“So you want me to come to the police station and look at this man’s penis?” - you ask a bit ironically.
“Not really, miss. You’ll have to watch several penises and choose the robber’s. For an investigative experiment. Could you, please?”
[[Dicks investigation! Why not?]]
[[Decline officer's offer]]
Do you really want to go through all this again? The police, robbers, Frank… his cock…
The criminal said you will regret it, if the two of you ever meet again. So going to the police department looks more like getting yourself into a lion's den.
But hey, it's a police station with plenty of cops! Frank wouldn’t hurt you there, and you can help them to get him into the jail, where he belongs!
After all, you are a good slave now. And when a man in uniform asks you for a favor, you should fulfill it.
“Of course, Officer. It is my duty to help you with this cock problem… I mean, with the investigation. I’ll get there as soon as I can”
[[Go to the police department]]Go and watch several cocks? That’s a really generous offer. Especially from the police officer. But you feel too tired for it.
“You know, officer. If you want someone to research several dicks, I’m your best candidate. Cause today was a very special day for me. Now I know, I’m the real slave. Yeah, you can rename me in your “Contacts”. But I’m too exhausted now. Maybe you call me tomorrow and we will figure it out?”
“Okay, miss.”
[[“Please don’t call me that”]]You really get to the police department quite fast - the 5-floor building is clearly visible from afar among not so tall suburb buildings.
When you reach its main entrance, you see a tall black man in his 40s with a mustache on his face. He wears casual jeans and a shirt, but holds a cup of coffee and a donut in his hands.
“Hi again, miss. I’m Officer Sterling. I got this donut so you can easily recognize me as a cop” - he says with a smile, - “... and I really like donuts too. I’m a living stereotype, you know”.
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You smile at him (oh, this half-forgotten feeling of smiling, that was impossible with a ball-gag in your mouth) and wait for what's next.
“Oh yeah, so… if you are ready… Let’s go. After you!” - says Sterling and then opens the door to the Police department.
[[Enter the Police department]]This is your first visit to the Police department - you have seen them only in the movies before.
At first, you don’t see anything interesting here: just a not-so-big lobby crowded with men and women - some are wearing the cliched black uniform, others are not.
But you still want to make a good first impression and…
BEEEP! BEEEP!
Shit! Looking around, you didn’t notice the metal detector frame - and now you have passed it. Well, not really successfully.
“Wow, aren’t you the Iron Woman, miss? What do you have?” - asks Sterling with a wide smile - “Please put it on this table”.
Dying inside, you reach to your purse for a key and then [[take out your ball-gag and unchain handcuffs]].“Hmm… weren’t you going to attack us? Because these…” - Sterling inspects your handcuffs - “... are pretty serious”.
You can’t see yourself, but your cheeks surely got bright red and - you feel it - very hot.
“No, Officer, that’s… for me” - you answer with a trembling voice.
“Ah… well… yeah. I remember something about it from today’s robbery report. You were in some handcuffs. But I thought there were criminals who chained you”.
Officer Sterling surely [[makes you uncomfortable with these questions]]. But does he make it intentionally?Well, that has gone too far. You aren’t going to remove the vibro egg from your sex. Not before all these cops!
Suddenly you feel annoyed and even angry. So you just grab your handcuffs and ball-gag from the table and run out of the building.
“Miss, please stop! Miss!” - Sterling shouts after you, but you don’t mind it.
You leave the building of the police department and walk away as fast as you can.
“Miss, stop!”
Oh, Sterling is a persistent one. But all these show-me-what's-inside-your-pockets games have tired you.
And yet you feel dissatisfied with yourself. Shouldn’t the real slave do as she is told, even when that means doing something as strange as taking your wet vibro-egg out of your pussy? Or something even nastier, like…
“Put your hands up!”
You [[turn around and see Officer Sterling]]You turn around and see Officer Sterling, And he is.. aiming at you with his handgun!
Frightened, you freeze and slowly raise your hands as you are told. Finally you follow the cop's orders. Good girl. All the motivation you needed was to get at gunpoint.
“Miss, you are hiding something! I must inspect you. Turn around and put your hands on the wall”
Hiding something? Oh yeah. Seems that your runaway from the police department looked strange.
You put your hands on the nearby building wall and immediately [[feel Sterling’s palms inspecting your body]].“Please, Officer Sterling, don’t hurt me. I’m just a pathetic slave-girl. And I surrender to you”.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. But whose slave are you? Who are you working for? And what are you hiding?”
“I don’t have a Master. And I don’t work for anybody. I’m all alone in this city. That’s why I need this… vibrating device inside me”.
Sterling’s hands, that were holding you quite roughly, suddenly loosen the grip.
“A vibrating device?”
“Yes, Officer. A good slave should always be wet. Who knows when she meets someone with strong hands…”
“Sorry, Miss, but I must inspect it anyway. Hold still”
“I know, Officer. Do it. I’m all yours”
Sterling puts his hand on your hips, and you realize that you should [[provide him with more accurate information]].
Or you can just **let him do his work** **(under construction)**“It’s in my pussy, Officer. Sometimes I put something into my ass too, but not today”.
Officer makes some indistinguishable sound, and then finally touches your pussy.
“Don’t be afraid to enter, Officer. I’m already wet”
But he doesn’t look afraid. You suddenly feel his finger.. no, two fingers...ah, three!... inside you. They are… wow, it feels gooood.... moving deeper, until they touch your vibro-egg.
Oh hell, that all was worth it. Because now you are fingered by the police officer in the middle of the city. Like a cheap whore caught in the street. And you can do nothing. He is the Officer. He is the Law. He is…
He just extracted his hand from you, interrupting your near-orgasm feelings!
[[Well, fuck!]]
Double-click this passage to edit it.[[ПОПРОСИТЬ И ОСТАЛЬНОЕ СВЯЗАТЬ - ТОГДА МЕНТЫ ПОЙМУТ, ЧТО ТЫ ШЛЮХА. И ПРИСОЕДИНЯТСЯ САМИ ДЛЯ ЧИСТОТЫ ЭКСПЕРИЕМЕНТА]]
[[нЕ ПРОСИТЬ СВЗЯАТЬ - ТОГДА ВСЁ КАК ОБЫЧНО]][[ШУТЯТ, ЧТО ЕСЛИ УКУСИШЬ ЗА ЧЛЕН, ЭТО НАПАДАНИЕ НА МЕНТА, И ТЕБЯ ЗАДЕРЖАТ]][[СЛЫШИШЬ АДРЕС БАНДОСА - И МОЖЕШЬ НАПРАВИТЬСЯ К НЕМУ, ЕСЛИ НЕ СДАШЬ ЕГО]][[НЕ КУСАТЬ - ТОГДА ПОСЛЕ ПЁХА УХОДИШЬ В ГОРОД. ПРЕСТУПНИКА НЕ НАШЛА, ТАК КАК ТЕБЕ ВСКРУЖИЛИ ГОЛОВУ, И ТЫ ЗАПУТАЛАСЬ]]
[[УКУСИТЬ - ТОГДА ТЕБЯ В КАМЕРУ КАК СОСКУ. ТЫ ИХ ПЛЕННИЦА]]Double-click this passage to edit it.[[кОГДА ТЕБЯ ПОРА ВЫПУСКАТЬ, СНОВА КУСАЕШЬ - И ТАК ПО КРУГУ]]Double-click this passage to edit it.So you stand in the street again - with a ball-gag in your mouth and metal wrists on your hands.
But this time you have a t-shirt on you, and it declares that you are SLAVE.
Not that it wasn't obvious by your look, but... sometimes it's better to make things clear.
"Hey, slave! Suck my dick!"
You turn around and see a young (maybe too young for you) man with a cocky look.
You make a step towards him - and at this very moment he loses all his cockiness and walks away fast.
Hey, man, you weren't ready to go that far? Poser.
You need someone who could really OWN you, not pretend to.
So where will you go?
[[To the hypermarket]]
[[To a bank]]"Are you a cosplayer? Cause I know a movie you came from" - that’s an opening line of some teenager trying to pick you up.
"Hola, chick, wanna some Netflix and chill in my apartment?" - wolf-whistles a man in a roadworker’s uniform.
"Get off the street, you slut!" - shouts an angry 50s woman, who must be envious.
<img src="Pics/People1.png">
You feel ashamed and aroused at the same time. These words… they mean you can really be worth something as a slave. You just need to find a person who will make you his or her UNworthy thing. And this city suddenly feels like a place with thousands of opportunities for it.
So, your wrists are cuffed, your mouth is tightly gagged, and the vibro-egg sends tiny waves of pleasure inside you.
The world is your oyster.
Where will you go?
[[To the hypermarket]]
[[To a bank]]
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**New paths coming soon:**
**The park**
Jogging in your handcuffs? Meeting dog lovers (and even becoming one of them... I mean dogs, of course)? Maybe even a rendezvous with a maniac, who hunts in this park? Anything can happen!
**The sexshop**
They sure do have a key to your handcuffs... and your heart. Meet friendly customers, get a new job or even become a sex toy yourself!
**The Cinema**
A good place to bring your worst ero-horror dreams to life ... or just to "enjoy" some popcorn with insolent truant students.
**The city centre**
Get a taxi or bus (of course, with some sexy consequences...) and enjoy the whole new area with a ton of places to go! Some of them are:
- an expensive hotel, where you can become a maid, a local whore... or just gamble your freedom in the underground casino!
- a tattoo parlor, to get several humiliating tattos, or even volunteer for some piercing experiments
- an old cemetery, a dark and misty place...
**And there are many more places to go!**
A public WC, a lingerie store, a biker club, a beach or a construction site... you'll find some troubles anywhere you go!Here you are, standing on the sidewalk of a street again, ball-gagged and self-cuffed.
A limousine car passes by, and through the opened window you see a fat man on the backseat.
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For several moments the man looks at you with an obvious interest, but then he nods to his driver, and the car leaves.
Maybe he thought that you are too cheap whore for him.
But he is wrong. You are not cheap, you are absolutely free-of-charge!
You just need to find someone who will claim you as his or her property...
Where will you go next?
[[To the hypermarket]]
[[To a bank]]Men and women in blue uniforms stare at you, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
Becky leads you to the service entrance. You stop near the unnoticeable black door, and she squeezes your ass one last time and smiles.
"You are not just sexy as hell. You are a very brave girl too, Peach. I hope there are many more pleasures awaiting you. Just go for it!"
Becky opens the door for you, and you make a step outside to leave her - and the hypermarket.
[[Go back to the city]] These clothes aren't as cool as the outfit that was cut by Becky, but you can live with it. Cause it’s not your clothes that attract everybody’s glances.
Dolled up, you go to the employee entree, not even thinking about paying for clothes. Security guards and CCTV cams operators, who have obviously seen everything, owe you for this show.
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As it was written in Becky’s note, in the box near the hypermarket's entrance you find all your belongings, all that you really need: the big red ball-gag, the vibro-egg and handcuffs.
You insert the egg, gag and cuff yourself, feeling surprisingly refreshed and ready for new adventures...
[[Get back to the city]]You are in the street again - ball-gagged, cuffed and stuffed with the vibro-egg, ready to find someone who...
Woa! Something touches your leg, and you nearly jump. But it's just a dog, who sniffs you enthusiastically. You smell a slut, good boy?
<img src="Pics/dog1.png">
But then the dog's leash tightens, and his owner, a young woman, leads him away.
"No, Spot, you can't mate with her. She's a bad bitch".
Oh definitely you are.
Where do you want to go now?
[[To the hypermarket]]
[[To a bank]]You are in the street again, getting thousands of glances from people around you.
Three nuns pass by.
The first one stares at you angrily and spells a short prayer.
The second one looks away.
But the third nun glances directly in your eyes... then on your ball-gag... and lower.
Sure she would love to stand besides you, gagged and cuffed...
Come join me, sister!
<img src="Pics/nun1.png">
But the nuns walk away, and you... you have much to do!
Where will you go?
[[To the hypermarket]]
[[To a bank]]The warehouse excites you. The hypermarket was crossed by rows of shelves tall as a man. But here, in the warehouse, you see giant shelves of 10 or even more meters high. There are forklift trucks everywhere driven by men and women in the same blue uniform as Becky’s. And Becky is… where is she?
For a moment or two you feel lost and alone among buzzing trucks and shuttling workers. And you don’t like this feeling.
So when Becky suddenly appears near you and pulls you by the hand somewhere between the shelves, you breathe a sigh of relief.
"I told you to follow me. Wasn’t it clear?" - your new boss growls.
[[Try to apologize]]Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.[[Краткий инвестигейшн, но потом надо что-то другое]]Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.A bomb filled with ecstasy explodes inside your head, and you nearly lose consciousness - and then have a strange feeling.
Your mind now feels clear and enlightened, and you are just watching from the side your body falling to the floor, crying into the ballgag and shaking with orgasm.
Stephanie kneels down near you with a worried look in her eyes - but then she understands what’s going on, and her look changes into admiring.
She waits until you calm down, still lying on the floor, and then gently caresses you with her hand.
[[Listen to her murmur]]Well, it’s nice of her to invite you, But you already got your climax and feel a bit tired now.
You shrug your shoulders timidly, and Stephanie understands you.
“Okay, we’ll make it some other time, I’m sure. And now you know where to find me, sweety - here, near these marvelous ropes and chains…”
She hugs you goodbye, and you [[go away along the shelves]].So what should you do to make this fit guy look at you?
You could, like, throw something on the floor. Maybe, even break something fragile.
But that’s not sexy.
And then you see a shelf with Chupa-Chups, and it gives you a nasty idea…
You take one lollipop from the shelf and come closer to the guard. A bit closer. A bit more…
Now he (you see guard’s bage: his name is Chris) sees you in all your dirty glory: handcuffed, ballgagged… holding Chupa-Chups in your hand.
<img src="Pics/Chupa1.png">
Why would you need a candy, when your mouth is sealed?
But it’s not for your mouth.
You take a deep breath through your gag. Ready?
Looking right into the guard’s eyes, you unwrap the lollipop… and then slowly [[stuff it into your vagina]].
Nope, you feel really tired after all these encounters in the hypermarket. Sorry, mister handsome guard, we won't meet today. Maybe tomorrow...
And now - you need to walk a bit and [[refresh yourself with a city air]].And so you are in the street again - bound and ready for anything.
A policeman walks by. He gazes at you, but doesn't say anything.
<img src="Pics/police1.png">
Well, you didn't violate any laws.
But if you do, maybe you'll meet him or his colleagues.
So where will you go now?
[[To the hypermarket]]
[[To a bank]]Chris the guardian looks at you amazed. You are right, man, what a crazy bitch there is!
And the crazy bitch feels wonderful. The lollipop is a bit sticky, so tightening your inner muscles (oh, you learned to pump them well) you can even hold the candy inside.
You pass by the obviously impressed guard towards the exit.
Come on, Chris, wouldn’t you stop me? Are you SO impressed, honey?
Unbothered, you get to the cashier’s desk and see a big queue, and the last customer standing in it is the same old lady that grouched at you about your slutty look.
But the queue is not for you. You are going to keep this candy inside you and leave the hypermarket. Yeah, it's that easy!
Fortunately, Chris won’t let you do it.
“Hey miss, please stop” - you hear his voice beside you.
What can you do as an obedient slave girl? Of course, you [[stop and turn around]].Chris makes several steps away,
But you want to act stubborn, so you just stay and look at him, not going anywhere.
Chris gets it really quickly, and it makes him angrier.
“Don’t wanna go anywhere, miss?”
You nod.
“So I’ll inspect you right here. That’s what you want?”
Right here, in front of all these people? Yeah, that would be nice… if you dare.
“Don’t worry, miss, I coped with many thieves. I won’t hesitate to do it with you”
Do WHAT, mister guard? - you [[smile inside]].
[[Тут она мб угрожает, шепчет тебе на ухо, что сделает с тобой, если ты не признаешься. И тебе это нравится. Либо даёшь ей свой адрес, либо узнаёшь её. Или она назначает встречу в нейтральном месте]]Double-click this passage to edit it.[[Идёшь с ним на болуинг]]
[[Прощаешься, идёшь в город]]Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.“Seems that you stole something, miss” - says Chris.
Hypermarket’s customers in the queue look at you with an obvious interest. Hmm, so this freak is a criminal? According to her look, she is tempting to be punished...
Only the old lady glances at you with visible disgust.
Me? Stole something? What nonsense!
Gagged, you can’t defend yourself with words, so you just act genuinely surprised. But Chris doesn’t fall for it.
“I must inspect you, miss. Please come with me to some… appropriate place"
**Follow him obediently** **(The path is under construction)**
[[And if you won’t, what will he do?]]Double-click this passage to edit it.Chris doesn’t waste time and puts his hands on you.
You feel his strict palms on your shoulders… arms… on your boobs.
Hey, mister guard. It’s very nice. But you know, that the lollipop isn’t there. So why won’t you?...
Hell yeah. Chris finally puts his hand between your legs. You moan, and several male customers make a step closer to see everything. Yeah, look at this, guys, the slut is inspected just before your eyes.
Chris takes a moment to play with your clitoris, making you shiver… and then takes the candy out your vagina. Too fast, man!
“As i said, miss, you are a thief. And your penalty will be 50 000”.
What?! It can’t be THAT much!
You [[look at Chris frightened]]Chris is not joking for sure.
“And what did you expect, miss?” - he asks frankly, - “You did spoil not just this poor candy, but our hypermarket’s reputation!”
You… you don’t know what you expected, but not this. You just wanted to get his attention… maybe tease him a bit. And now you are totally doomed. Where will you find such money?
Seems it all is written on your face, because the grumpy old lady, who was standing in the queue near you, suddenly coughs:
“Ahem, Chris? I think this young lady doesn’t have this sum”.
“But that’s her problem, mrs...:”
“Mrs Bancroft it is. And yes, I know it’s her problem. And she is such a bad-behaved girl to get into it”
Her strict tone makes you blush. You [[feel like a schoolgirl before the punishment]]. And this feeling… is quite pleasant for you.
And Mrs Bancroft continues.
“I’m not a rich woman, otherwise I wouldn’t visit your dirty dime-store…”
Such a nice woman…
“... but I have some savings. And I can pay this girl’s debt”
What? Mrs. Bancroft (wow, you already learned her name? Good girl!) really wants to save your ass by spending all her money?
A warm feeling fills you up. You suddenly feel safe and protected… like a young girl near her granny.
“... and of course, I will make sure she will never do anything stupid again” - she tells, suddenly looking deep into your eyes. And this look makes you shiver.
“Not that you have much choice, miss, but what would you say about it?” - Chris asks you.
You are [[ready to answer]], but then...“Hey, guys, let’s be gentlemen and save the young lady!” - a man in a bright orange worker vest says.
A three days' beard, a construction cap in his hand… and a savage look. Not really your type of man, but…
… but when he has two friends standing near him in the queue… And they are tall construction workers in dirty orange vests too… Well...
“Yeah, we can split her… I mean, the sum… and help the poor girl” - the second worker says, and they all laugh, undressing you with their looks.
Well, these men surely are the ones that “well-behaved girls” shouldn’t talk to.
So Mrs Bancroft won’t give you away so easily.
“Young men, weren’t you taught not to interrupt the elders?” - she says.
“Relax, you old perv. I think this who… young lady knows what is better for her. And we can give it to her… Three times more”
Wow, the situation got explosive. You feel like a sheep between two (or even four) wolves. And to avoid the hypermarket massacre, you must choose fast.
**Choose Mrs Bancroft** **(The path is under construction)**
**Choose the workers** **(The path is under construction)**
[[No, you don’t want any of them ]]Double-click this passage to edit it.Трахнут тебе втроём в вэне
потом либо выкинут тебе обкончанную на улицу
либо едешь с ними, на стройку
там тебя любят по всякому трахать и привязывать
подумать, насколько подробно это описать
хотя вообще тянет на отдельную большую локацию, по которой хочется побродить отдельно, без обязательств
однажды приезжают мафиози
и замуровывают в стену девушек
ну и ты можешь попытаться скрыться, попробовать спасти девушек, или просто стоять дрочить - и тебя поймаютYou weigh up the pros and cons, old grannys and savage wolves… and you don’t want to pick any of them.
So you just approach Chris to see his disappointed look. It could all be so easy for him…
“So you don’t want any help, miss?” - he asks.
You shake your head.
“And… you don’t have the money?”
Nope. You shake your head again.
“Well… then I’ll take you to the hypermarket’s head manager. She will decide what to do with you” - Chris says nervously.
Wait, is he afraid of her?
“Follow me” - the guardian says, [[and you obey]].Double-click this passage to edit it.“Well, yes. Seems you were telling the truth, miss” - says Sterling, looking at your pussy juices-soaking device in his hand - “It surely is a vibro-egg. I know this type”
Wow, Officer Sterling, you are full of surprises… So how about you put this “type” back inside me and finger me till I orgasm?...
“And please accept my apologies. But you know, security first”.
Yes, Officer, I love security… especially being securely bound…
Well, yes, your thoughts seem to be seriously affected by this denied orgasm. But you NEED it. [[You NEED to cum right now!]]Becky cuts your blouse with a stationery knife!
<img src="Pics/knife2.png">
That’s too late to protest, but losing one of your clothes feels uncomfortable. You mumble through your gag, but she doesn’t care.
"Shhh, Peach! You won’t need it anymore".
Okay, that was your decision to come here and confide in this woman. So yeah, you try to calm down and don’t regret losing your blouse.
Especially when you have more interesting things to do. Oh yeah, by the way, what are the things you came here for?
"So, Peach, do you know why you are here?" - she whispers into your ear from behind.
You [[shake your head negatively]]Her Magic Wand looks like the one you have at home, but bigger and… mightier?
"Paragraph 4.4. Food products must be stored in suitable conditions. So I think this little Peach should be… entertained for hours she'll be kept in this storage".
Many hours? But you thought that…
BZZZZZZZ…
Becky attaches the head of Magic Wand to your crotch and… and… it becomes harder… to think. You just move your hips toward... this vibrating pleasure... to feel it deeper, harder, please…
<img src="Pics/wand1.png">
But Becky suddenly turns it off.
"Whoa whoa whoa, easy, girl. I didn’t even finish wrapping you".
You [[moan in disappointment]]...What the hell! This gorgeous bossy woman sits on your face, a Magic Wand buzzes on your crotch, and it’s.. it’s impossible not to cum!
"I only have high-quality goods in my warehouse. Not bitches desperate to cum, but Peaches who cum when I say so".
It feels weird and… very arousing. Her words just make your climax closer!
"So there are two ways. You can cum now, and then I cut this wrap and let you go. Or - you can hold your climax back, and I will keep you with me. What do you choose?"
That’s unfair… so fucking unfair… the only thing you want now is to cum. To bury your nose and tongue in her pussy, to inbreathe her scent and… no-no-no! You are cumming!...
You can [[try to hold back]] or just [[get your climax now]]!
"Nice work, Peach. I’ll keep you" - Becky tells coolly, while dressing.
Is that all she can tell? You just missed out on your climax because she told you to do so!
You feel like a used whore, but you haven’t even been paid. To be honest, there’s something arousing in it for you, but…
… she quickly leans toward you and kisses your lips, still wet with her juices.
"Don’t worry, little Peach, you’ll have your happy ending later. But I‘m in charge here, and you are pleasing me. You are the hypermarket’s property after all, do you remember it?"
[[You do]].What if somebody came in?
You would be completely at his or her mercy. This tight mummification-bondage makes it impossible for you even to crawl away.
You don’t want to get hurt, so it would be better not to resist.
If some stranger wanted to fuck you, you would be at his service, calm and obedient.
He would just have to cut the wrap near your pussy… or mouth… or ass… everything for you, Mister Stranger. No foreplay needed, Mister Stranger - just insert your dick into me, I am already wet.
You really are, but that doesn’t help - you can’t cum with a Magic Wand turned off… or can you?
You [[turn over on your belly]]..."Oh, you shouldn’t be afraid. This is my domain, and I won’t let anyone hurt you… this privilege is mine".
An improvised panties-gag in your mouth doesn’t let you smile, but deep inside you are smiling with joy and pride - your Mistress is there for you, and she will protect you.
Becky reaches the end of the warehouse, opens a big door to the trading floor and lets you forward. Looks like sometimes you are her Lady, not just a juicy fruit.
[[Go inside]].
"Hey, little Peach. I know you earned your orgasm. But before that… let’s play a game called “The lost Peach”. The rules are very simple: slave hides, Mistress seeks. And if I find you… when I find you… you will be properly whipped".
<img src="Pics/whip1.png">
That sounds a bit scary, and you freeze for a few seconds.
"So what are you waiting for? I will close my eyes and count to 20… and you should be well hidden before it".
Do you really want it? And does she even want to know your opinion? Suddenly you feel helpless, and your knees weaken... your legs are the only thing that isn’t tightly wrapped by Becky, who closes her eyes at this very moment.
-One… Two... [[Run]]!There are just 3 feet before you crawl to the central passage.
2 feet…
1 foot…
This is it. You get out to the central passage and immediately see Becky.
She looks wonderful in her moonlit blue uniform.
So you do the only thing you should do.
Kneeled, you bow your head to the ground before your Mistress and [[wait for anything that she’ll do to you]].And the first thing that approaches your spreaded legs is a cucumber.
A green, 20 centimeters long, beautiful cucumber. You imagine your Mistress putting it inside your pussy, and it moistens from inside.
"This one is going into your ass".
<img src="Pics/cucumber1.png">
If not for your panties-gag, you would choke on surprise. Your ass? But isn’t this cucumber too big...?
"Hey lady, I won’t wait here for a whole night. Do your job!"
You [[look at Becky with a fear in your eyes]]."Still I want to reward your eagerness. So yes, I allow you to wear my panties on your face".
That’s all you wanted.
She takes the panties, still wet and crumpled from being in your mouth, and puts it on your head, so the most tasty part of panties, still smelling with her sex, covers your eyes and nose. Mmm, what a flavor...
"Hey, you look pretty wearing it", - tells Becky, and your face suddenly blushes under her panties. - "But it’s time to get back to work. An apple, do you remember?"
Of course you do. Your mouth is free now, so you [[open it wide]]And that's when the true magic starts.
Becky puts a condom on a banana and penetrates you with it. You moan into the apple, trying to hold it with your teeth, but it’s not easy when your whole body trembles with pure joy.
Then she replaces a banana inside you with a wine bottle, so chill and nice… Becky’s panties on your face prevents you from seeing anything, so you get lost in pure senses, pure pleasure, pure happiness…
And finally she picks the zucchini and literally rapes you with it - so big, so thick, so wonderful… yes, I’m a good cashier, have a nice shopping, ouch, mmm, yes, enjoy our ass… assortment... please, faster! Please! Please! Aaaah!
<img src="Pics/zucch1.png">
Totally exhausted, you lie on a rubber belt, a cucumber is still stuffed into your ass, but the apple isn’t in your mouth anymore, you spit it out while orgasming, and you should be punished for it, but it’ll be later, and now… you need to [[sleep a bit]]…"Look, I work a lot and spend a lot of time here. But I would like to see you often. So here is a deal: you work here as a cashier… I mean in daytime, like a real cashier. And at night we can play some games..."
You haven’t ever thought about becoming a cashier. You have a bachelor’s degree, by the way!
"I know that a cashier’s work isn’t an ultimate dream. But I think it can be an interesting experience for a slave you are. Some dull work in a low position can make you more obedient… more submissive… isn’t that what you want?"
Yes, it’s what you wanted… but not how you imagined it.
But if it’s the best way to be with Becky, maybe it’s worth it?
What will you do? [[Accept Becky’s offer]] or [[reject it]]?They were very surprised with your decision.
What’s the matter? Did you get a more profitable offer from the competitors? Are you starting your own business? Maybe you are going on a trip around the world?
You weren’t going to tell them the truth, but suddenly this idea looked very funny.
So yes, you told them that from now on you’ll work as a simple cashier in some hypermarket. With a salary that is 5 times less than the one you had. And that you’re doing it to be closer to your Mistress, that works there.
You [[left office]] smiling at their shocked faces. And that was totally worth it.But you still can’t understand what’s going on, so she explains: you don’t need to talk to customers. Hypermarket’s rules allow hiring mute persons as cashiers.
Acting as a mute sounds a bit weird, but… it makes your mouth Becky’s laundry-basket for whole days! Isn’t it wonderful?
So this is your new life, and you learn to love it.
Every morning Becky puts new panties in your mouth. Sometimes they are wet from her juices, but if you misbehave, they can be soaked with her urine.
But whatever it is, you eagerly stuff them into your mouth, put on your uniform and [[go to the cash desk]].Sometimes during the workday you imagine how Becky will fuck you later with this barcode reader… or make you crawl naked across the hypermarket… or even tie you naked to the shelves early in the morning, several minutes before hypermarket is open, so you’ll have to untie yourself until first customers come…
These thoughts make you moan, and customers lookat you surprised, but you don’t care. You keep sucking Becky’s juices from her panties in your mouth.
But most of the day you are just working, hypnotized with the dull rhythm: beep goods with a barcode reader, take money, give back change, beep goods with a barcode reader, take money, give back change…
Goods, goods, goods… all you see are thousands of goods. You are slowly becoming one of them. You have your price, it’s your salary. It’s not big, because you are cheap, and you like it. A cheap slave of hypermarket. Day by day this place becomes your home, and you - you become the best of its goods.
**THE END**
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And then you have another idea, inspired by old fantastic movies.
You could take something not-so-big, like a jar of pickles… yeah, this jar of pickles - and throw it somewhere far away, so Becky hears this sound and thinks you are somewhere near another row.
What will you do?
[[Hide behind the coffee stand]]
[[Throw a jar]]"So what do I have here? My property, my runaway slave, left me and broke some hypermarket’s goods. Slave must be punished for this. What do you think, Peach?"
You moan something like “Yymmrs mfstrss”, but Becky suddenly whips your ass with her cord. Mmmph, that hurts!
"I don’t need your opinion, slave! I decide your fate, not you. I should help you to learn this lesson. [[Get up and face the shelf]]!"Whack! Ouch.. here comes the first one.
"One", - counts Becky.
Wham! The second one…
"One", - counts Becky. Hey, it should be “two”!
WHACK! This one hurts a lot, and you [[whine into your gag]].
"You want me to fuck you hard? - she asks, and you nod. - "Want me to penetrate this dirty hole? To rape my naughty slave?" - she continues, gathering the speed of her strap-on going in and out your spreaded pussy, - "To knock this whore off? To ride this slut who came to me willingly?"
Yes. Yes. Yes. - that’s the only thing you can tell. Her strap-on goes so deep it feels like it’s knocking not only your pussy, but your brain too, making you absolutely crazy. Yes. yes. YEEEEEEEEES!!
You don’t remember what happened after your climax.
But several hours before, while dreaming about unicorns who have strap-ons on their heads instead of horns, you suddenly hear the ring of an alarm clock...
[[Wake up!]]Why couldn’t you live a normal life without this bare-ass jogging, cruel butches and crazy tests?
Oh yes. Because it’s what you were dreaming of.
But how can Becky be not sure of your loyalty after this night?
Should you obey her again or are you over it?
What will you do?
[[Obey and go to the warehouse]]
[[Get dressed]]"Your whole generation is such a waste! You did nothing, you just fuck and use drugs! This is me and my generation who built the world you live in, you ungrateful sluts! You must kiss my feet!"
"Yeah, I’d like to thank you for what you did…"
"Are you deaf? I said, kiss my feet!"
Is she crazy? Does she really mean you should kiss her feet?
Yeah, you like kissing feet, but she… she isn’t even sexy! She is old!
"Kiss my feet or I’ll call for security!"
Okay, this crazy old lady is serious. And you don’t need any extra attention to your nude person…
[[Kiss her shoes]]
Luckily, in several moments a man leaves off, but he manages to slap your butt before.
No, it’s not a humiliation I wanted, you think, feeling his hand on your ass-cheek, seeing lusty sights of other customers, hearing dirty shouts of employees in the warehouse. It’s not what I deserve. It’s not a game I want to play. It’s....
… it’s totally worth it.
Because after that you see the Mistress waiting for you in the small room of the warehouse.
"Welcome back", - your beautiful Mistress says with the kindest of her smiles, - "Now I see: you are the one I was looking for".
This is so romantic, that [[you even shed a tear]].But Mistress doesn’t give you enough time to cry: she collars you with an improvised slave collar made from black tape and then fucks you into oblivion.
<img src="Pics/collar1.png">
But if you would think that she won’t ever leave you bound in the hypermarket since that day, you are wrong. Because this has become one of her favorite games.
Some days she just ties you naked to the shelves early in the morning, several minutes before the hypermarket is open, so you’ll have to untie yourself until the first customers come…
And you do - you extricate yourself from bondage, and then run across the trading floor to your Mistress, followed by surprised customers’ sights. Bound, ashamed, humiliated. Happy to come back to your Mistress. Every time.
**THE END**
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"Dirty girl! Where are you then?" - she says, and then her footsteps recede.
Woohoo! It was a false alarm! She must have thought she found you somewhere, but she didn’t - you are really good at hiding, aren’t you? That's why you are still safe and… wet?
What is it? Suddenly you feel really wet, like if someone is pouring some liquid on you…
[[Observe]]
But she doesn’t have that electric cord anymore. She is holding another box of juice, and when you reach her and kneel before her feet, she pours the sweet liquid on you.
You flinch and try to dodge, but she returns you to your place with the only move of her foot.
"Stay where you are, slave. I want you sweet and wet, like a real Peach".
So you [[kneel before your tormentor]], and she pours and pours this juice on you.Shit! You NEED this orgasm. You want to cum with your Mistress finally!
"… but I can let you fuck yourself… with my shoe".
And at that moment you finally realize your place. Here, sticky and wet, at the feet of your Goddess.
She can let you cum. And can forbid it too. So if she lets you cum using her shoe, that’s the only thing you should do.
[[Rub against Becky’s shoe]]
"I want you to remember this moment. The moment, when you became nothing but a filth on my shoe".
Oh, please keep saying that. These cruel words sound like music for your fevered, near-orgasmic mind.
"And now cum. Cum by sitting your dirty pussy on my shoe".
The wave of pleasure is coming… it is near… but your Mistress doesn't want to wait.
"I said [[cum now]], or I’ll stuff this shoe into your ass!"Aaaaah! Yes, yes, yes, that would be perfect, that would be… be… an orgasm!
Your whole body shakes, and you fall into the puddle of juice on the dirty floor, pathetic, shaking and moaning… for your Mistress.
"Okay, that was fine. Not perfect, you still need practice. I think I’ll present you my shoe so you can fuck yourself with it to get more experienced".
You haven’t still returned from your orgasm-land, so Becky’s voice seems to come from somewhere far away. But then you feel a cold liquid on your skin… again!
Opening your eyes, you see Becky pouring water from the bottle on you.
"Hey, it’s not the time to lie on your back! The hypermarket is opening soon! [[Get up and wipe off this mess]]!""Hello, sweetie!" - he says and brassily touches your exposed breast.
You moan in anger and struggle to avoid this contact, but you are securely bound and therefore immobile. So the disgusting man continues grabbing your tits.
"At first, I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. But you know, the manly man always knows when a woman moans for real” - he grins and runs his hand down your body.
Oh please, could Becky just forget something and come back here?
“To be honest, I’m the hypermarket’s CCTV camera operator and shouldn’t be in this part of the warehouse. But sometimes I like to watch this dumb butch Becky through the cameras. And in the morning she left this room with such a happy face I couldn’t help but look into it. And I got lucky!”
Oh crap. You [[feel so fucking trapped now]].
"I see you are not so dumb, sweetie. That's nothing wrong to take just one cock in your pretty mouth. Especially a handsome cock like mine".
<img src="Pics/ron1.png">
He unzips his pants, and you see an average-sized dick, already erected and aimed at you. It looks… normal. Not so scary at all.
But then you [[breath in]]..."Don’t be afraid, sweetie! Just one cock - and you’ll be free! Now get to work!"
Ron lifts you easily from the floor and kneels you down, then stands in front of you, so his stinky member is several inches from your mouth.
Oh, if only Becky would come and save you!
But she must be busy somewhere in the hypermarket and won’t be back until the end of the day. And you bet Ron knows it too.
"What are you waiting for, bitch?" - he says, and slaps your cheek with his dick. And when this disgusting piece of meat touches you, you realize that you have no other options to get rid of it than to [[suck it]].Yes, this is you now. A fuck-meat, a wet hole, always ready to serve… to suck… to lick balls… it doesn’t matter that he isn’t washing them, because your tongue can clean them really good… oh, the man trembles, he likes what you do… but you can do better, you can suck these balls… look at yourself, bound and naked, holding men’s testicles in your mouth… how disgraceful, how arousing, how… oh, he wants to put his cock in your mouth again… okay, my mouth is always ready for… a warm flow of cum!
Ron moans and erupts his stinky semen into your mouth, and you, driven mad by this humiliating facefuck, just [[swallow his cum]] without pausing to think."But of course, if you don’t want, I won’t fuck you"
Phew, he has some mercy!
"But then I’ll have to tell about you and Becky to the hypermarket’s owner. And I don’t think your dykefriend will keep her job after that".
Screw you, bastard!
"So you have two options, sweetie. I can gag you now like you were before, and we’ll keep our little everyday affair a secret. Or you can tell Becky how you sucked me dry, and she’ll lose her job. What would you choose?"
[[Tell him to fuck off]]
[[Ask Ron to gag you]]"The taste of my cum will follow you for a very long time, whore. That will help you to know your place. And now… what do you dykes do with this tape?"
He cuts a piece of tape with a knife and seals your lips with it.
"I think that’ll do. Okay, see you tomorrow and don’t forget that I have a videotape that could ruin your lover’s career".
Then he goes away, leaving you alone in your room, with his cum in your mouth.
[[And that’s how your new life starts]].Every night you have fun with Becky in the hypermarket. She teases, bounds, fucks and even kisses you. Your Goddess. Your Mistress. Your Lover.
But every noon, when you lie bound in a little warehouse room trying to sleep after restless night, Ron comes and fucks your mouth. Your Daylight Monster. Your Dirty Fucker. Your… your Lover?
Day by day, you start to get used to getting used by him.
He treats you like a stupid slut that can serve only as a hole … and sometimes you think that he is right.
Who are you but a slut, cheating her Mistress with some ugly bastard?
Who are you but a hole, starting to get aroused by it?
And why does he still use only one of your holes?
So one day you [[ask Ron to fuck your pussy]]"I have a room here. With all these monitors from security cams and other staff, you know. It’s all mine for my work shifts… every other day, 1/1. So I’d like to have a fuckmeat like you there, to entertain me during work. And when it’s not my shift, you can just wait for me in my locker there… it’s pretty roomy".
Wait, is he proposing you to leave Becky and become his live-in slave? Not even slave, but someone lower… cheaper… dirtier. A fuckhole that obediently waits for her owner in a metal locker box, and then comes out to please him in every way he wants?
[[Wow, that even sounds crazy. But maybe that’s what you deserve?]]"So sweetie, this is the only time you should use your stupid slutty head for thinking. And if you say yes, it will be the last time in your life you make any decision. Because my slut can’t have any rights. So what do you think?"
Say yes? Or say no?
You can’t do any of this, because your mouth is gagged with his underpants that intoxicate you with Ron’s taste and scent.
What will you do?
[[Nod assent to Ron]]
[[Make a sign of negation]]Ron snorts.
"Fuck you, slut! A worthy man made you an offer, and you… What a whore! You want to have both my dick and that dyke’s pussy? Well then…"
He glares down upon you with the utmost contempt.
"I could tell Becky the truth and watch her showing you the door. But I have some mercy for stupid whores like you. See you tomorrow. Don't go anywhere, haha".
Yeah, you can't go anywhere. You are the slave of this room, of your Mistress, of this creepy bastard.
And all you can do is just [[waiting for him to come back]]."Did you get it? That’s what a fucking with a real man looks like!"
So that’s his plan: he wants to break you. Since that day he regularly comes into your room to rape all your holes. To spank you and pinch your nipples. To piss into your throat. To cuntbust you.
What does he want from you, to cry “Please, I can’t take it anymore, stop it and I’ll be yours”? Or to beg “Please, sir, don’t stop torturing me, take me as your fuckmeat”?
[[Hell no]].Whatever Ron wants, he doesn’t get it. You stand all these sticks and stones, all rapes and slaps. And you cum on his cock countless times - but it’s because you dream about Becky. You dream of the next night, when she does exactly the same things as Ron does - but she does it with love.
That’s why everytime Ron fills your ass with his stinky semen, you repeat to yourself that you are doing it for Becky, so she can keep her favorite job and be happy. And fucking with this bastard Ron isn’t even the biggest thing you could do for your Mistress.
If it isn’t love, then what the hell is love?
**THE END**
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And you don’t, because Ron gets back, carrying a big cardboard box. He puts the box on the floor and nods at it.
"Climb in, pussy, it’s time to move".
[[Crawl to the box]]You are his fuckhole. His cumhole. His spithole. And even his pisshole.
No, he isn’t a watersports fetishist. But sometimes Ron is too lazy to go to the WC. So he orders you to kneel, open your mouth and drink his warm urina. And if you miss a single drop and it falls on the floor, you lick the dirty laminate - and Ron even doesn’t force you to do it. You do it willingly, cause that’s what good bad sluts do.
But when Ron isn’t fucking you, this room becomes the dullest place in the world. There’s nothing to do here. No books, no music, no good talk. Just sitting under the table, getting fucked or watching customers on security screens. All this, you feel, makes you dumber everyday. You don’t even ponder or dream anymore. Your mind slowly becomes clearer, with just two thoughts: “fuck” or “wait for being fucked”.
And when it’s not Ron’s work shift, [[only one of these thoughts remains]].During his days off Ron keeps you in his locker. It is spacious enough for you to stand at attention and totally bound.
Ron knows you won’t try to escape. You know it too - you are a broken sextoy and have nowhere to go. But he thinks that a slut should be bound while her master is away. And you agree with him.
So he leaves you bound in this locker with bottles of water and nutritious cocktails, connected to your mouth with tubes, and one more bottle and a tube for your piss.
If Ron is in a good mood, he adds his cum to your nutritious cocktail, so you can enjoy your favorite taste all day long. And you [[really feel grateful for this little present]].But when Ron is angry or just bored, he switches tubes, so instead of water you drink your own piss. And you? You feel grateful for it too. In fact, you feel grateful for everything your owner does for you, cause that’s how he cares about you.
How did you get into this state of mind? You can’t tell, cause now it seems your head always was clear of thoughts. But if you could search your memory, [[you would remember how Ron bound you in his locker for the first time]].He put an old mp3 player into your panties and stuffed some headphones into your ears, and then locked the door, leaving you in darkness, with just his voice coming from headphones.
He keeps doing it every time he locks you, and these words you hear are slowly transforming you.
"Stand still, you stupid whore", - tells Ron’s voice in your head, - "Stand still and listen to what I recorded for you. You should appreciate that I did it for such a whore. Because you are not worth it. You are nothing for me. A dirt under my feet. A filthy slut. A bed faggot. Now [[repeat it]]".Your mouth is stuffed with tubes and wrapped with a cloth strip, so you can only moan, but in your mind you repeat every his word:
“I’m a bed faggot. A frat mat. My place is at Master’s feet. Or on his cock, if he wants”
But that’s YOU who want it. Desperately. You moan, and cry, and try to rub your crotch against the walls of the locker, but it doesn’t help. So you just stand still and listen to Ron’s words for hours.
But [[you hope to hear something else]].You hope to hear the room’s door opening, and Ron’s voice greeting his rotational partner.
To hear Ron locking the room’s door from inside, and then taking off his coat and jeans.
And then he would finally open the locker and release you from the gag. “Here you are, slut. Missed me?” - he’d ask you, and you’d reply immediately: “Yes, sir. Your dirty frat mat missed you very much”.
Then he’d undress and take his hypermarket’s uniform from the locker.
But before he'd close the locker again to tease you before fucking, he would - oh, that’s what you look forward the most - he would took off the dirty trousers he was wearing all his day-off long, and put them on your face.
And then you’d drown in his scents of sweat, piss, cum… and that would finally make you calm. Everything’s fine. Your Owner is here. For the next twenty-four hours your life has a sense again.
**THE END**
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"I quit this job tomorrow. And you… you should be punished for disobeying my order. Cause you’re my slave and must obey everything I tell you... aren’t you?"
So this is it now. Your chance to stay with your Mistress and be forgiven. That’s the only thing you want. So you just say what a devoted slave should say.
[[Ask Mistress to punish you]]."I’m so sorry Mistress that you lost your job because of me..."
But Becky looks at you with a sudden smile.
"Because of you? No, darling. Nobody here cares about me having some fun. I quit voluntarily. And that was just after I’ve beaten the crap out of this bastard," - Becky tells, rubbing her fists, which - you just noticed - have knocked down knuckles.
Oh, she is truly a Goddess. And you are very lucky to be under her shoe.
Thinking so, you finally doze off, and sleep until the next morning, when some strange noises interrupt your dream.
[[Wake up]]."Good morning, Mistress".
"Morning, Peach".
"Excuse me, Mistress, but… aren’t you gonna punish me? Please?"
Becky glances at you - and she looks pleased with your question.
"Glad you asked. Don’t worry. THIS is your punishment".
"Like, helping you to move things?" - you didn’t get what she meant.
"No, silly. Being the thing that is moved. Now [[get up]]"."No, you shouldn’t. I want everyone to see my property perfectly exposed. And don’t forget - this is your punishment".
So she wants dozens of men and women to see you bound, naked and moved like a thing? That’s not what you wanted, to tell the truth.
But if it’s the only way to get to your new home, you’ll do it.
[[Hop on the platform]]."Always ready to cum, slutty?" - asks Becky with a smile.
"Yes… Mistress… please… can I?"
"No, you are not. Save yourself until we go", - your cruel Mistress answers and turns off the egg.
Hell, it was so close!...
But at least now you can [[stand calm]], while Mistress wraps your body. "Such a panties-eater you are, Peach! But I can’t refuse you..."
Becky heads to one of the boxes.
"Where are they?... Oh, look at these!" - she says, showing you several panties, - "These ones are quite dirty. While we are moving, I want you to wash them in your mouth. How much can you cope with? One, two?"
"I’d try as many as I can, Mistress".
"Challenge accepted…"
[[Open your mouth]]!And she does, and after she puts the third pair of panties inside, your mouth feels as if torn from inside. Only one piece of cloth doesn’t fit in, sticking up and making it obvious for anybody what your mouth is stuffed with.
"You look good, Peach", - your Mistress says, looking at you with a proprietary interest in her eyes, - "But remember, I want my panties clean when we arrive home, or I’ll make you wash them again and again".
[[Sorry, Mistress - you think - that doesn’t sound like a threat, but like a promise of pure... or dirty joy]]."Okay, not we should fasten you…" - tells Becky, and slowly wraps you to the cold metal back of the trolley, enjoying every turnover.
Then Becky looks around the room, like if saying goodbye to this place before opening the door to the big warehouse..
"That was a pretty good place to work, but it’s time to move further. Luckily I have something to move out of here" - She tells looking at you. - "So are you ready, Peach, to make this step with me?"
[[Tell her you are ready]].“Now that’s a slut” - eyes of 50 y.o man tell.
“What a pity Ron didn’t tell me about her. I could pay a visit to this whore…” - that’s what his bearded colleague thinks.
“If only I could be at her place...” - tells the look of a young woman.
<img src="Pics/workers1.png">
These thoughts feel like strangers’ hands on your naked body, grabbing you brusquely, making you feel… good. They envy Becky, and you feel proud of it.
"Taking your belongings with you, Beck?" - smiles a handsome man in a white shirt under his uniform. [[You get his obviously interested look]]."Yeah, Dave. You know, only the most necessary ones", - answers Becky, making you blush. - "Okay, take care, guys, and don’t forget to wrap all products appropriately tight!"
Accompanied by workers' laughter, you leave the hypermarket through the employees' entrance… but there’s no van or other car waiting for you there.
"You know, Peach, I decided to walk home on foot. We haven’t ever walked together, and I thought that would be nice".
A walk? Through the whole city? But it’s not the same as riding through the warehouse gazed by several hypermarket workers...
You [[moan in protest]].And while relaxing between climaxes, you remember how you walked here several days ago, bound and gagged, in desperate search of someone to enslave you. And now look at you - totally naked, totally bound, totally happy.
But when a policeman stops you, for several moments you feel insecure again. How will Becky explain this situation to him? Yeah, you are her slave, but people can’t own women in real life, like, legally speaking.
But Becky doesn’t look confused. “She is my lover. My girlfriend. And that’s how we love to play” - she says easily, and you just nod, confirming her words.
And maybe then the policeman did fine Becky after all, but you missed it, swept away by the next wave of climax. A girlfriend… she called you her girlfriend…
[[And that’s who you are for her from that day]].You spend a week or so just making love in every possible way. She bounds, tapes, whips... you lick, suck, moan… and you both kiss, fuck and watch Netflix after. If there is a heaven on Earth, it’s located in a little flat on Hamilton avenue.
And what about the job?
Becky didn’t get a new one - she got a bank loan and opened her own little neighborhood store instead. She manages it, and sales are up.
And you are helping her at the store… and in its little dark storeroom. Because during her lunch break Becky loves to come there and enjoy her juicy, tasty, sweet Peach.
**THE END**
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Here you would wait obediently for someone to find you and prosily inspect your body - and if your quality was good enough, you would be taken home to be used.
Your dreams are interrupted by a snuffy look of an old lady with a shopping cart full of vegetables.
<img src="Pics/cart2.png">
Yep, don’t forget that you are ball-gagged and handcuffed here, in the middle of a hypermarket… but that really makes you one step closer to becoming a thing.
So you go back to your thoughts. How would it feel to be one of these goods? Standing here, maybe even on your knees, with a price tag on your tits?
[[Give it a try]]"A brave little Peach… I could keep you".
A wave of joy overflows you, but you make yourself to calm and behave as a good slave, remaining kneeled and bowed.
Becky comes closer to you, and you see her foot in black shoe near your head.
The whole situation and Becky’s voice make you even hornier than you were, and you [[try to kiss her feet]]Там где сейчас тупики, недописанные линии - добавить кнопку "restart for now"You see a short- and dark-haired woman in her late 30s, almost no make-up, dressed in hypermarket’s blue uniform. She heads right to you and seems angry. “Becky”, says a badge on her B cup breast, but this nice name doesn’t really fits her face of tough butch.
<img src="Pics/becky1.png">
"Hey, miss, this is a price tag for our goods" - she says with her deep voice that gives you a little pleasant shiver, - "Unless you are on sale, please remove this tag".
What will Superior Becky do with you if you keep this tag on you? There’s only one way to learn… But do you really want to?
Will you [[keep the tag]] or just [[remove it]]?
Near the next shelf you see a handsome bearded man in a checkered shirt. He smiles at you and then comes closer, so you can get a better look at him.
He is about 40 years old and tall… real tall. A beard, a checkered shirt and blue jeans make him look like a real lumberjack… not these pretentious hipsters. And his big and strong arms… you dream of being taken and inspected by them.
Seems that you were lost in your dreams for a moment... and suddenly you hear him asking you with a smile:
"Неy! Are you for sale too?"
Surprised, you try to swallow your saliva, although it isn’t easy because of the ball-gag in your mouth.
You can [[nod assent]] or [[walk away from him]]Oh God. Yes. You nod several times to make him sure - yes, this ass is specially made for whipping and spanking. It is even recommended to spank it regularly. Maybe even right now, if he wants. Please, please…
But he doesn’t react to your silent prays and continues inspecting your body.
His hand goes between your breasts teasing them by non-touching, and comes down - into your panties, drowning in your juices.
"Hmmm. I think we have a leak here. Is this a normal state for the product?"
You [[blush with embarrassment and lust]]... It finally happened. You will be bought like merchandise. Like a mindless thing. Like a…
"… What’s the price?"
What does he mean? A price?
Oh yes… a price. You were ready to give yourself up to him for free. But he wants to buy you. Pay the price for your body… that sounds legit. So what will it be?
You look around. There are two shelves near you: one with dolls and another with several stools, coffee tables and other furniture. Your mouth is gagged, but you can give him a price tag from one of these shelves.
What price tag will you choose?
**You are just a doll** **(The path is under construction)**
**You want to be his table** **(The path is under construction)**
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But it seems Stephanie isn’t afraid of difficulties.
"When I saw you here, my heart nearly stopped!" - she frankly tells - "You are so brave, and so helpless at the same time. And very sexy…" - Stephanie adds, running a hand over your shoulder. - "I’m a huge fan of selfbondage too, but I never was brave enough to leave my house bound and gagged. And you… would you share your courage with me?" - asks she looking into your eyes.
Even if you could speak through your gag, Stephanie doesn’t give you enough time to answer.
"Come with me, I’ll show you something!" - she tells joyfully and pulls you with her.
Why not? Looks like you found an accomplice…
[[Follow Stephanie]]You look at all these ordinary things that can be turned into wonderful bondage devices - of course, with a little bit of imagination.
The first thing you see is a hank of thin metal chain. Yeah, you could definitely put it in place to chastise yourself.
<img src="Pics/chain1.png">
This chain is thin, but solid, so once bound, you wouldn’t be able to resist if Stephanie wants, for example, to blindfold you and then take your ball-gag out and put her manicured fingers into your mouth...
Fingers? Mouth? Hey, you met this woman just several minutes ago! It’s a bit strange to imagine her chaining you… because it looks more like she’s a fan of ropes.
"I love these ropes!" - Stephanie whispers into your ear, showing you a hunk of hemp rope. - "And you?"
[[You certainly do]]."Wow, girl. You are.. you just..." - Hey, seems this motor-mouth finally is short of words. - "You cum just thinking about being bound. I wish I could be like you..."
Stephanie helps you to get up from the floor and even shakes some dust off your skirt.
"So, do you want to… go home with me?" - She asks timidly - "I know you have already cummed, but maybe… well, there are many things we could do together..."
**That would be fun** **(The path is under construction)**
[[No, you are a bit tired]]
Well, it was fun, but now you aim for the exit - it feels you got everything you wanted from the hypermarket.
And then you see Him. A tall, bald and muscular man with ebony skin. The security guard. Late 30s, dark uniform and a huuge shaft in his pants. Well, you think so. There should be a way to find out...
<img src="Pics/chris1.png">
But he’s a hypermarket’s guard, and to get his attention you must break some rules. Are you ready to?
[[Yeah, let’s make something stupid!]]
[[Well, no. It’s not worth it]].
“Bye-bye, slut!” - one of the workers shouts after you. And Mrs Bancroft? She says nothing, obviously finding it beneath her dignity.
And you just follow Chris. You both walk past the cashier desks, then go right, to the “personnel only” section of the hypermarket.
There you climb several stairways and walk a corridor or two. Hypermarket’s workers look at you surprised, but not too much. Or maybe they are just too busy to gawk at some slut. Chris is busy too - he talks to someone using his walkie-talkie, and his voice sounds guilty.
And then you finally get to the big door.
“Sandra Adler
Head manager” - says a plate on the door.
Chris knocks on the door and opens it before you...
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For a several second you even admire this bossy man, who walks around the bank hall with his golden handgun. Unlike other robbers, Frank wears a costume and definitely has a style. And it looks like he’s in good shape under this costume. You even start to wonder, what does his face look under this black mask...
"Psst, slave!"
What is it? You hear someone’s whisper. Is it addressed to you? Okay, there are hardly any more girls who look like a slave here. But who is whispering?
[[Take a look around]]Does this gunner want you to fuck Frank? Is he crazy? No way you are going to fuck some dirty robber… even a rough and bossy one in a stylish costume and a black mask that looks so kinky for you now…
No! You can get hurt! What if Jeremy can’t hit a haystack and instead of Frank he shoots you?
And by the way, you were expecting some fun with this robbery… like, with helpless bound hostages… and this shooting can be a party pooper!
[[Okay, try to seduce the robber]]
[[No, stay quiet]]"What do you want from our little slave girl, buddy?" - he asks Jeremy.
You look at Jeremy’s eyes, trying to tell him mentally “No, please. Don’t do it. You are gonna get us killed!”
But he doesn’t listen to you mute appeal. Jeremy suddenly puts his hand under the coat and pulls out the gun…
For several seconds you [[feel like the time has stopped]]...Frank is truly a very dangerous and strong man… and you can’t help but look at his butt fitted in tight pants.
You get the best view of it, while Frank crouches down and goes through Jeremy’s pockets to find out if he had any more weapons.
Then suddenly Frank turns around and looks at you.
"Hey, little slave. This asshole wanted to convince you to rebel, but you didn’t agree?"
It's stupid, but you even feel proud for yourself. And you like that this dangerous guy is pleased with you. So answering his question, you [[blush and nod]]."Our robbery is almost over. But you’re such a wonderful audience, that we would like to take one person with us.
Normally, we’d just choose one by ourselves, but today I thought that maybe it’s not democratic. Maybe we should grant this choice to you. Maybe we even have a volunteer to become our hostage?" - Frank asks, and you can hear a smile in his voice. - "We can offer you a city tour by car and maybe even a fascinating police chase..."
A murmur runs through the ranks. Is it a joke? What crazy person would offer themself as a hostage?
And you agree with them. You must be absolutely insane to give yourself to robbers. Because even if you stay alive after the chase, you can’t be sure these dangerous criminals will set you free...
But isn’t this what you were dreaming about?
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“What the hell is she saying?” - you hear woman’s whisper somewhere behind you.
But it doesn’t matter anymore. You are not acting now. You are not distracting Frank. You just want him. This dangerous man. You want him right now, in the midst of bank robbery.
[[Beg for his cock]]"What a slut like me can do to a man like you, mister Robber? And my wrists are cuffed, so my hands can’t do anything except touching your cock, if you allow me to…"
Frank looks toward the bank’s vault, but it seems Mr.Nervous hasn’t finished picking it clean yet.
"Okay, slut. You have several minutes. Do your job".
<img src="Pics/pants1.png">
Finally! You have already forgotten about Jeremy and his plan, and all you see is a bulge in Frank’s pants, that already became bigger.
[[Suck Frank’s cock]]"Oh, my…" - you murmur unconsciously, and then lick the very tip of it. And it tastes fantastic, like a danger mixed with lust.
"Go ahead, slut, we don’t have much time, and I wanna cum in this pretty mouth of yours!" - Frank tells impatiently and puts his hand on your head. Oh, what a heavy and demanding hand he has.
"Yes, sir", - you tell obediently, and then open your mouth and gulp a half of Frank’s cock, filling your mouth with his pulsating flesh.
"Gooood girl", - Frank wheezes, while you are going further, pushing his cock down your throat, until you almost touch the robber’s stomach with your nose. Sooo fucking deep.
You try to hold back your gag reflex, because you want to impress Frank. Yeah, he has seen some shit in his life, but has he ever been sucked so good?
"Fuck, you’re a heaven-born sucker… Keep moving, whore, [[keep sucking]]!"There’s a quite impressive dick in Mr.Tall’s pants. It’s length really matches the robber’s height of nearly 6.5 feet. And right now poor Mr.Tall is touching his giant member through the fabric of his pants, making it even bigger… Yeah, I understand you, Mr.Tall. Your boss is facefucking some bimbo, and all you can do is just watch it?
No, that’s unfair. Such long and thick cocks must go right into sluts’ mouths! And you definitely know at least one slut, who’d like to have it right now. You are not sure you can take it all in, but…
But wouldn’t Frank mind, if you, like, ask him if you can suck his subordinate’s dick too?
[[Ask Frank if you can suck Mr.Tall’s dick too]]
[[No, just keep sucking Frank’s cock]] What a speed! Just several seconds later Mr.Tall is standing near you. He even didn’t offer you to unzip his pants: the robber wants to get his monster cock into your mouth as soon as possible, so he takes it out from his pants himself.
A cock? A big wooden stick, you should say, or a bat that is used for baseb…
Mmph! Wasting no time, Mr.Tall just pushes his monster-cock into your mouth, which is already filled with Frank’s dick. Not so fast, big boy, please! MMmph! You have such a thick bat, that it’s tearing my mouth apart! Please, please, give me a moment to take some air! Om-mom-mom, you bastard, you are raping my mouth!
[[Try to stop him]]When you and other ex-hostages walk out from the building and finally see daylight again, you are immediately surrounded by journalists.
Flashlights of their cameras blind you, but at the same moment you suddenly feel someone’s hand on your waist. It’s Jeremy!
"You are the bravest and the craziest girl I’ve seen", - he says in your ear, and you blush.
"And you are…" - you try to tell him, but suddenly a TV company-branded microphone appears before Jeremy, and a blonde newswoman in horn-rimmed glasses asks your savior:
"Mr. Coleman, please tell us how you defeated three dangerous villains".
[[Let him speak]]"None of this. My… friend was handcuffed to distract the robbers. And to say honestly, I wouldn’t have beaten the bad guys without her help".
"So we have two heroes here!" - the Blonde looks excited, - "A man and a woman together defeated criminals! That’s what I call the real feminism! So tell us, please, miss, how did you do it?"
You feel Jeremy’s hand tightening on your waist, as if it is saying: Don’t be stupid, don’t tell them the truth, or the journalists will tear you apart and ruin your life. Do you want to get into newspapers as a Cocksucker Heroine? Oh... you really do?
But it’s obvious that if you get such a dirty fame, you'll lose your hero, your savior, your Jeremy.
[[Hide the truth]]
**Tell everyone what you did there** **(Under construction)**That's a pity you can't let yourself cum in front of this crowd, but that's what you wish. Because Jeremy's words got right into your brain and turned it into bimbo's jelly.
But all you can do now is sigh, smile back and whisper: "I may be good at following instructions, sir. But I'm the best at following ORDERS".
Well, now it's his turn to sigh and breath heavily. That's okay, bigboy, you'll have your reward... just later.
Because first you, Jeremy and other bank guys are escorted to the police department...
[[Follow cops to the department]]"I need to get into this club undercover" - Angela continues, - "I'm not very good at... you know, submissiveness. I can act as what they call Dominatrix. But I still need a slave to accompany me - it's the club's rule".
Okay, now it becomes clear. Some people - like Jeremy or Angela - clearly see your potential as a slave. That's... nice.
"I could just hire a hooker. But you can't really trust one. And they don't really love us cops. But I was going to hire one anyway... and then met you. You have some experience in helping the justice, and, moreover, you are a real slave and... a beautiful one"
Wow, if it's a pickup line, consider me hooked.
"So will you join this operation... and become the slave of justice?"
Huh, that's DEFINITELY a pickup line.
[[Try to decline her offer]]
**Hell yeah, you want to infiltrate this BDSM club!** **(Under construction)**“... Unless you want to spend this time giving a little relief to some brave police officer”.
Wait, what? To her? And like… here?
She clearly reads these thoughts on your face and laughs.
“Just joking, silly goose! This room is under CCTV surveillance. And this mirror here… yeah, you’ve seen it in movies - it’s one-side transparent. And I don’t know if anybody sees us now from there. So yeah, it would take a 100% sex-crazed slave to crawl under the table and…”
Hey, she’s provoking you!
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You are alive. And you were ready to die as a slave. That surely makes you one, now you know it.
So several hours later, when you leave the police department with a psychotherapist's business card in your purse, somehow you even feel good and pleased.
And that’s when your phone rings.
[[Answer the phone]]“Hmmm… Okay, slave. Keep your phone near you, cause tomorrow I’ll call you and make you help me… in several ways, maybe”
“Thank you, Officer. I’ll be waiting for your call”
You end the call and smile. Wow, that was… something new! You felt brave… brave to be yourself, a weak slave. Tomorrow will be an interesting day...
As for now… you can continue your walk. As a real, confident slave. Not a wannabe you were in the morning.
You take your favorite ball-gag from the purse and shut your mouth. Then cuff your wrists before you. That’s it. No more “Miss”, just “Slave”.
Let’s see what else this city has for you...
[[Back to the city]]But hey, just an hour ago you decided that you are a real slave. That you are so confident in your submissiveness. And now you just… chicken out? Again? No, it’s time to say it out and loud:
“No, Officer. These handcuffs and the ball-gag are mine. Because I am a slave and should be restrained”.
Looks like you finally made Sterling speechless. Satisfied with the result, you approach the metal detector frame again and…
BEEEP!
Well, fuck. You totally forgot about this nasty vibro-egg inside you…
**Okay, you could take it out right now** **(The path is under construction)**
[[Hell no, you aren’t ready for this]]“Be quiet, miss, and don’t do anything stupid”
“Yes, Officer. I surrender”.
Sterling palps and squeezes your body, and you feel surprisingly good. Finally there is a strong man who doesn’t ask anything from you, but makes something by himself. Something… even nice.
“Miss, I know you are hiding something. You’d better tell me what it is, or I…”
[[Help Officer Sterling to find your vibro-egg]]And right at this moment Sterling holds out your vibro-egg.
“You can have it back, miss”.
But just when you are ready to grab your little cumming-helper, Officer jerks his hand back.
“Or... I can keep it for a while, if you still want to pass the metal detector and help us to arrest the robber”.
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“Oh you do?!” - yells Frank - “Okay, then I tell you to suck my gun!”
For a moment you hope he means his marvelous cock, but your dreams are destroyed with a golden gun shoved into your face.
<img src="Pics/aim2.png">
[[Suck his gun]]What luck you heard about it before you walked into the bank! Otherwise, you could get in real trouble with these criminals…
Wait, are you getting wet thinking about it?
No-no, stop it! It’s not a game anymore, it’s the real deal, and you can get really hurt!
… Or fucked...
… Or hurt! Like other innocent people in this bank! Maybe you should call the police or even try to stop the robbers by yourself?
The robbery can start at any moment, so think quick!
[[Walk into the bank]]
**Try to stop the robbery** **(The path is under construction)**
**Too dangerous, just leave for Green Hand Bank** **(The path is under construction)**You walk along several shelves, turn left, pass the forklift truck, turn right…
For a moment you even think she fouls the trail so you can’t find the way back.
You imagine yourself somewhere in the middle of a labyrinth with an angry monstress in blue uniform guarding you… but as against fairy-tales, you don’t want to be saved. You are not Princess Peach - you are just Peach waiting to be eaten. Mmmm…
"Impatient, aren’t you?" - asks Becky, hearing your moans again - "Okay, calm down, we arrived".
She opens a plain gray door in the wall, and you see a little room filled with boxes.
"After you" - tells Becky.
[[Enter the room]]"That’s better, slut, that’s better".
Yeah, that’s better, you know it too. Being naked and kneeled before an old lady in a hypermarket sounds bizarre even for you - but after the previous day it seems that your “red lines” have moved… and you are really getting wet in the strangest situations...
Hey, what is it?! The hook of the old lady’s walking stick just got into your vagina!
<img src="Pics/stick1.png">
"What’s wrong, bitch? Do you think your dirty hole is too dirty for me? Don’t worry, I can handle it! [[Keep kissing!]]""Is everything clear or I have to repeat it?" - tells a man’s low voice from somewhere near you, interrupting your dreams.
"Could you tell again about the last part, Frank?" - asks another voice, that sounds nervous.
"I told you not to mention my name! For fuck’s sake, you are the worst gang I ever seen..."
Okay, now these voices got your attention! You [[look around]] to find out where they come from.Double-click this passage to edit it.Double-click this passage to edit it.[[На вас по дороге нападут, и вы не доберётесь?]][[Или станешь наживкой в будущих делах, он оценит твою сексапильность]]Double-click this passage to edit it."What a good Peach I have. Now, my next purchase..."
<img src="Pics/apple1.png">
She puts a big red apple on a rubber belt, and for several seconds you don’t get where you can insert it.
"At first, I thought about buying a peach, but I already own one, - Becky smiles". - "So I decided to get an apple. It’s more suitable for a gag".
Huh, that’s where this apple goes!
She takes a stationery knife and removes the transparent tape from your lips. And you just spit out her and your panties, that are wet from your saliva and her pussy juices, to the rubber belt.
So this is a moment when your mouth is free for severals seconds and you can finally tell her something… but you don’t have any idea what to say. You just want her to keep teasing and taming you. You want to [[tell her how grateful you are for it]]. You…(append: ?SideBar)[\
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[[Or just start the story over->Willingly]]Ok, this is really gonna happen. Something you dreamed of, while laying self-bound, gagged and desperately alone in your bed for endless nights.
Today it will change. You won't be alone anymore. You will submit willingly. You will give away your body for the most kinky things. You will be humiliated, whipped, fucked in every hole and enslaved...
By whom? You don't know yet. Let the fate decide it.
You take a deep breath. Seems you are ready. Here we go!
[[Ball-gag yourself]].
You open your eyes and for several moments can’t remember how you got here. You observe the small room full of boxes, your own naked and taped body, Becky… oh, Becky!
The moment you remembered her and everything from yesterday, you feel a mind-blowing mix of shame, lust… and safety.
Becky easily reads your facial expression and smiles.
“Wakey-wakey, girl. It’s a new working day!”
Does she mean licking her pussy or wiping the floors?
“No, I mean - my working day beginned, and I need to go. And your work shift, my little Peach, will start when I come back here for my lunch break. So prepare yourself, exercise your tongue!”
Oh, you are always ready for this.
“Talking of your tongue… I can’t leave you hungry here! And as long as you are securely bound for some mysterious reason…” - Oh, you would kiss this smile of hers! - “... I should spoon-feed you”.
And she does show you a little spoon and a bottle of yogurt.
“Open your mouth, be a good girl!”
[[Open your mouth and enjoy the breakfast]]
"Mistress! Please help me!! He's trying to fuck me!" - you yell as loud as you can.
"You stupid whore!"
Ron tries to shut your mouth with Becky's panties, but you both hear many footsteps coming closer to the room.
So finally Ron decides not to risk and, before anybody comes, he runs away. Pathetic loser!
But the first person to come to your room isn't Becky - it's some hypermarket worker, a young guy in an ordinary blue uniform. He looks at you - naked, bound, helpless, yelling for help - with a mix of pity, disgust and lust.
And you don't know what he'll do...
... until Becky comes several seconds later. And you finally feel safe.
You [[tell Mistress everything]] and apologize for being such a slut, for moaning so loud it attracted this hungry vulture Ron. But you were thinking about Mistress while moaning...Ron cuts the tape around your head with a stationery knife and extracts Becky’s panties from your mouth, - "You crazy lesboes! Do you like underpants? Ok, then I can put mine in your mouth…"
Ugh! Disgusting!
But here is your chance now. What will you do?
[[Scream for help]]
[[Stay silent]]"What did he do?!" - Becky shouts, when you tell her what happened.
You’ve never seen her THAT angry. If looks could kill… well, she also has her clenched fists, that definitely CAN kill.
Without saying another word, she leaves you in your room. Still bound, still helpless.
But this time you’re sure no one will come to “visit” you. Because through the room’s door you hear some echoes of what’s going on in the warehouse. Nothing good. You hear someone screams, someone fights, someone falls on the floor, then someone screams again.
Oh no. Is Becky hurt? Does she need help?
You yearn to hear her confident footsteps coming to your room, but there is no sound. Like if the whole warehouse got mute.
Still immobilized (oh, how do you hate these duct tapes now!), you can only [[wait for Becky to come back]].Several hours pass without news. Little by little, the warehouse behind your room’s door comes back to life. You hear mechanical loaders driving here and there, someone’s laugh…
Footsteps. You hear someone coming to your room!
And these are HER fast and confident footsteps, you are sure.
But when the door opens, you see… you don’t know who you see.
This woman definitely looks like Becky, but she is not her. Her face looks very familiar, but she is older than your Mistress and has long brown hair.
And she wears a formal suit, not that blue Becky’s uniform that you already love.
There is a box with different stuff in the woman’s hands: you see a colorful mug, several framed photos and a cactus.
And she nearly drops this box when she sees you.
“Oh” - the woman says, obviously surprised. But she gets over this surprise fast.
“My sister asked me to take all her personal belongings from here. Including Peach, she said. So I guess you are Peach. And that explains a lot” - she says in a cold and calm voice.
A personal belonging? Sounds kinky, but right now you aren’t in that mood.
[[Ask the woman about Becky]]“Becky is… Becky” - The woman says. - “Got in trouble, as always. Beaten a colleague named Ron till death nearly. So he’s in a coma now. And she got arrested”.
Fuuuuck!! It’s all your fault!.. If only you haven’t sucked Ron… or haven’t told Becky about it…
But what could you do now?
“She had one phone call, and she spent it telling me about her “belongings” here. Well, it seems you mean something to her. Congrats” - she says without any smile.
She approaches you with a stationery knife.
“I’ll set you free, and then take you to her apartment”.
The woman cuts the duct tape and extracts trousers and a blazer from the box of Becky’s stuff.
“You’re lucky she has a change of clothes here. Now put it on and let’s go, I don’t have much time for this”.
She is a charming person, no doubt.
[[Get dressed in Becky’s clothes]]After you get dressed, the woman gives you the box with stuff (it seems natural for you to bear it, because Becky is your Mistress) and leads you to the hypermarket’s employee entrance. Several workers look at you with a little bewilderment, but you don’t give a fuck.
Ronda’s car (yes, the woman finally introduced herself) looks expensive. By now, you’ve learned she is some kind of a lawyer - but you know that only because Ronda told she is fucking late for the court. Not that she is open for chatting with you.
Ronda drives her expensive car fast and coolly, and soon you get to the not-so-expensive apartment building.
Obviously angry for being late, Ronda leads you to Becky’s apartment and nearly pushes you inside. But before she slams the door shut, you have a second to [[ask when Becky comes back]]“It depends on… many things. I’ll do my best to get her out of this. As always. But it may take days. Or weeks” - Ronda says and closes the door.
Well, you can wait. After all the time without someone to care for you, you've finally found your Mistress. And if you need to be strong for her now, you will be.
You examine the apartment and find it quite unkempt, but cozy. And there is enough food in the fridge for several days or a week. Yes, you can wait for Becky here.
Moreover, you find some duct tape in the storeroom. Seems that when your Mistress finally comes home, you can greet her as she likes you - bound and helpless.
But before that, all you can do is wait.
For next days or weeks you, among other Becky’s belongings, will be just waiting for your owner in her apartment.
Your time will come.
**THE END**
Well, this story is all about choices and their consequences... okay, and hot BDSM too.
If you want to try other choices, [[start the story over|Willingly]]!
Or use a shortcut to: [[hypermarket|To the hypermarket]] / [[meeting Becky|you see someone else...]] / [[hide-and-seek with Becky|catch your breath]] / [[meeting Ron|start thinking about her well-fit ass]] / [[after you sucked Ron|feel your own cold sweat under the layers of transparent tape around your body]]
And stay tuned for the updates:
<img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank">Website</a> <img src="Pics/discord242.png"> <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank">Discord</a>
<img src="Pics/itch.png"> <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank">itch.io</a> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank">DeviantArt</a> You obediently open your mouth, and Becky sits on the floor near you and feeds you with yogurt.
That’s quite a strange feeling, when she has an ultimate power over your bound body, but uses it to make you feel good.
But isn’t it what every good Mistress does? (of course, after she’ve made Herself feel good first of all)
When you are finally full with the tasty yogurt and pleasant thoughts, Becky stuffs your mouth with her freshly put-off panties and seals your lips with a kiss and the duct tape.
After that she stands up and walks to the door, seductively shaking her hips.
“If you’re going to enjoy your time… and your bound state… please don’t moan too loudly. Else somebody can find you here and… who knows?..”
Well, if she wanted you quiet, she shouldn’t have shaken her hips so temptingly.
Because right after the door closes behind her, you [[start thinking about her well-fit ass]].
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Tie yourself up and walk the city.
Will you find a Master/Mistress
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