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The Next Morning
I didn't go to the party looking for anyone in particular, I wasn't even sure I would find anyone I knew there, a friend had simply invited me and I decided to go, knowing that I would have no trouble fucking one of those proud sluts who attended the party playing at being slave girls, wearing their temporary collars thinking that the next morning they would return home, then go to class and during breaks talk about everything that happened that night, without thinking that at that hour most of them would be in a processing center, receiving their slave girl mark and getting fucked by the collection patrol agents while they waited for the auction to begin or for someone who had made a reservation on them to come and pick them up.

The party was full of possibilities, but as soon as I saw her, I had eyes for no other girl; she was the one I wanted tonight.

She moved around the main hall as if she owned the place. Unlike most of the other girls, her costume was not that of a slave girl. She was dressed as a Roman patrician, a choice that made her the center of attention at the party. She wore an immaculate white silk tunic with gold thread trim around the edges. The fabric, fine and light, hid nothing; it hugged her perfect curves, hinting at the firmness of her thighs and the outline of her breasts under the fabric dampened by sweat or some liquid spilled on her body.

Her long, thick hair was dark brown with coppery highlights. It was gathered in a complex hairstyle that attempted to imitate the elaborate style of a Roman matron, but several curls had escaped, falling onto her neck. These rebellious strands clung to her skin, already slightly flushed from the wine and the excitement of the night.

Her face was sharply beautiful, framed by high cheekbones and full lips that never stopped smiling condescendingly. Her large, blue-green eyes analyzed her audience. She was flirting shamelessly with the boys, deciding which one she would choose to fuck that night. She was looking for a guy who was manageable and posed no real danger of subduing her and bringing her to the five orgasms that would seal her slavery.

And the boys surrounded her, staring at her in awe, excited by her attitude, eager to be the chosen one. They all wanted to enjoy that untouchable body that was hinting at them, dressed in that Roman tunic, but no one dared to take the plunge.

She was the embodiment of defiance. If she was dressed as a proud Roman patrician, I was dressed as a barbarian, wearing dark leather pants and a bare chest, my large, muscular body a stark contrast to her delicacy. And barbarians take what they want, and I wanted her.

“Her name is Nadia,” said the friend who had invited me, approaching me. “And she's as untouchable as she looks.”

“Untouchable?” I asked my friend. “Even if it's temporary, she's wearing a slave collar. You just have to dare,” I added.

Without thinking twice, I approached the group of boys surrounding Nadia, pushed my way through them, and stood in front of her, interrupting the meaningless conversation she was having with them. Our eyes met, and I saw a flash of terror in her eyes, but also excitement.

I didn't say a word to her, I just grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the group of idiotic admirers who were watching the scene without any ability to react. I didn't go too far away, I wanted all those boys to witness what was about to happen, to observe that body they hadn't dared to claim.

I stopped and pushed her against the wall, opening her legs with mine, tearing off her robe with one hand while with the other I freed my cock and aligned it with her pussy, penetrating her with a sudden movement of my hips, causing a scream to escape from her throat.

Nadia's pussy, as I expected from any girl who comes to one of these parties to play slave girl, was not a virgin, but it was quite tight and squeezed my cock as if it didn't want to let go. It was a quick fuck, I would have all night to thoroughly enjoy her body, now I just wanted to mark her, claim her as mine in front of everyone.

Her initial screams turned into intense moans of pleasure in barely a minute, and before five minutes had passed, she was already cumming intensely, causing a red light to appear on her collar, starting the countdown to her slavery. Her orgasm was the signal for my climax. I pulled out of her pussy, turned her body, forcing her to kneel, and came on her face and hair, ruining her elaborate makeup and expensive hairstyle.

After that, I put my cock back in my pants and calmly walked away from her toward the bar area to order a drink. I had fucked her for five minutes and hadn't said a single word to her. At no point did I turn to face her. I leaned against the bar with my back to where I had fucked her and began to savor the whiskey I had ordered.

If Nadia reacted as I thought she would, I would take her to one of the private rooms and fuck her all night long. If not, there were a hundred other girls at the party, and right now at least half a dozen of them were begging me with their eyes to treat them the same way they had just seen me treat her.

I was watching one of those girls, a redhead with curly hair, long legs, and firm, round tits, deciding how long I was going to wait for Nadia's reaction before approaching her, when Nadia appeared in front of me, blocking my view of the party.

“Smack!” sound, causing several people to turn and look.

I expected many reactions from her, but I certainly didn't expect this one. I didn't expect her to slap me and be about to slap me again, although I was able to grab her hand before she hit me.

“You're a pig,” she yelled at me, trying unsuccessfully to break free from my grip.

Trying to stay calm, I looked at her face, making an effort not to smile when I discovered the reason why she had taken so long to approach me: there was no trace of semen on her face or in her hair. She had washed her face and hair and reapplied her makeup, although now her damp, curly hair fell down her back, and she had put her tunic back on, although it was torn and left one of her breasts exposed. An even more attractive and sexy image than before.

“Who do you think you are to treat...” she began to shout at me, but I stopped her by grabbing her waist with my free hand to pull her toward me and take possession of her mouth.

The kiss was violent, possessive, with my tongue trying to force its way into her mouth, succeeding without too much resistance, prolonging it for more than thirty seconds, feeling her body relax.

I broke the kiss and pulled my mouth away from hers, although she didn't seem to notice, keeping her mouth open and her eyes closed. Amused, I took the glass of whiskey and poured almost all of its contents into her mouth, causing her to open her eyes and start coughing.

Repeating what I had done with her a few minutes earlier, without letting go of her hand, I pulled Nadia away from the party area towards the area where I assumed the private rooms would be.

“On the first floor, the doors on the right,” my friend's voice shouted to me from the crowd.

Raising my free hand in a gesture of thanks, I began to climb the stairs, smiling at the shouts and insults Nadia kept hurling at me, without showing any real resistance to my grip.

I entered the first door on the right that I saw open and smiled when I saw what I found: a 3x3 room perfectly functional for its intended use, with white walls, a bed in the middle, and a small table. In addition, the headboard had accessories that were perfect for what I had in mind.

I pushed Nadia onto the bed and, with quick movements, fastened her hands to the shackles hanging from the headboard, tearing off her tunic again, ripping it in several places, making sure she couldn't put it back on.

I looked at Nadia chained to the bed. Not only was her hair wet, but so was her body. She must have showered, trying to erase any trace of our previous encounter, and that made me angry.

“I left my whiskey at the bar,” I said, seeing her surprised face at those being the first words I had spoken to her.

I calmly left the room and went down to the bar to pick up the glass of whiskey that the bartender had generously collected. I didn't really go down for the whiskey.

When I arrived at the party, I had seen a table full of various sex toys, and I wanted to use some of them with Nadia.

It took me only a few seconds to choose what I needed. I knew very well what all those toys were for, and I was clear about which ones I wanted to use with Nadia.

The leather whip with several tails would surely make a terrifying impression on her, although it would hardly cause her any pain and only leave slight marks on her body.

The nipple clamps would cause pain, but if removed at the right moment, they would also give her body intense pleasure. I didn't plan to use the ball gag unless necessary. I wanted to hear her scream and moan and, above all, force her to use her mouth. I did plan to use the last item, as soon as I returned to the room. I couldn't spend the whole night fucking her pussy without bringing her to her fifth orgasm and sealing her slavery, and honestly, I wasn't interested in that, so I would also use her ass, and the anal plug I had chosen would serve to prepare her.

I went back to the room, opened the door carefully, and looked at her naked body on the bed, perfect, glistening from the shower and sweat, her frightened gaze darting toward any place where she heard a noise. I opened the door and saw her eyes widen when she saw what I was holding in my hand.

“I hope I don't have to use it,” I said, shaking the gag before leaving it on the nightstand.

Nadia shook her head from side to side, a clear sign that she didn't want me to use it. I approached the bed and sat on the edge, dipped two fingers in the whiskey and brought them to her mouth, wetting her lips. I repeated the gesture and wet her nipples, caressing them with my fingers, pinching and stretching them, preparing them for the torture of the clamps.

“Don't move,” I ordered when her nipples were hard, protruding from her pink areolas. The movements were quick, the clamps closed on the tender flesh, squeezing it, stretching it even more due to the weights attached to them. Nadia's face clearly showed the pain she was feeling, a pain that would soon turn into pleasure.

As soon as I secured the clamps, I moved my hand to her pussy and began to masturbate her. She was wet, and it wasn't from the shower water, it was from the excitement coursing through her body. A moan escaped her mouth when my finger found her clitoris, followed by another and another when I began to caress it, to play with it. The pain of the clamps was forgotten, replaced by pleasure.

I was sure I could make her come in seconds, but that wasn't my plan. I picked up the whip I had left on the bed and began to run it over her body, feeling her body shudder at the touch of the leather. Every few seconds I raised the whip and struck her, making her scream. It wasn't painful, except when I hit her sore nipples; it was more the sensation of surprise at not knowing when the blow was coming.

I noticed how her face changed, overwhelmed by the sensations. Her most intense scream was when I hit her clitoris with the whip, when I decided I was going to make her come with the caress of the whip. For the next five minutes, I “tortured” her clitoris, caressing her with the leather, hitting her every few seconds, until finally, with one harder blow, she exploded into orgasm.

A new ‘beep’ sounded and a new red light appeared on her collar.

Despite her orgasm, I didn't stop. I brought my fingers to her pussy and collected her juices to savor them, enjoying them, tasting them as if I were a sommelier tasting a fine wine. I repeated the operation with the butt plug, lubricating it to put it in place, lifting her legs to gain access to her back door, a back door that had never been opened.

It took what seemed like an eternity to insert the butt plug, during which time my cock grew harder and harder as I imagined the sensations of entering that tight hole. I didn't want to fuck her; she was too sensitive and would reach orgasm in no time, and I was too excited and would cum in seconds, not giving her the fuck she deserved. There was only one option, which didn't seem unpleasant to me either.

I stood at the edge of the bed and brought my cock close to her face, without saying a word, my intentions were clear. Nadia turned her head away from my cock, she didn't seem to have any intention of obeying me, something I solved by pulling one of the clamps on her nipples.

The threat of continuing that game was enough to make her turn her head again, sit up in bed, try to find a position that would give her a sense of control, and start using her mouth on my cock.

And damn, how she used her mouth! It was incredible the way her lips wrapped around my hard flesh, the way her tongue ran its entire length. In just a couple of minutes, she had my cock completely in her mouth, making me cum without any control.

When I pulled out of her mouth, Nadia smiled at me as she licked the remains of semen, satisfied and swollen with pride at having surprised me.

“I'm going to wipe that smile off your face,” I said angrily, positioning myself between her legs and bringing my fingers to her pussy to start masturbating her. I was so angry at her attitude that for a few seconds I considered bringing her to the three orgasms she was missing and, now legally a slave girlgh, leaving her tied up for any guy at the party to use, but I finally decided there was a better punishment.

It took me about an hour of playing with my fingers and tongue on her pussy, bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then denying her, so that she would beg me to fuck her, and another half hour for her to beg me with tears in her eyes to fuck her ass. And I was delighted to grant her pleas.

I started with her pussy, positioning myself between her legs, playing with my cock at her entrance, enjoying her lost gaze, penetrating her with one thrust, bringing her to the long-awaited orgasm with just two movements of my hips, causing a new red light to appear on her collar.

She no longer had any control over her body, over her pleasure. I could feel her fourth orgasm growing inside her, and I knew there was only one way to reduce that excitement, to delay that last orgasm I planned to give her.

Without leaving her pussy, I began to play with the butt plug, slowly inserting and removing it, finally replacing it with two of my fingers. I began to move my fingers inside her ass, twisting, stretching, and turning them, taking advantage of the opportunity to spread plenty of lubricant and prepare it for penetration.

It didn't take me long to replace my fingers with the tip of my cock, pushing slowly to get past the anal ring, managing it with considerable effort, while continuing to play with the Nadia's pussy, trying to mitigate the pain my penetration was causing her.

When I had half my cock inside her ass, I began to move slowly, pulling out completely with each movement to push back in, deeper and deeper, conquering her intimacy inch by inch.

The sensation of that tight hole was bringing me to the edge; it wouldn't be long before I came, but first I was going to bring her to orgasm. I released my grip on her hips and moved my hands to her tits, gently squeezing the clamps.

“Get ready, on the count of three I'm going to remove the clamps,” I said.

‘1’

“2”

Three never came. Moments after saying two, I pulled the clamps off, freeing her nipples and causing her body to shudder from the sensation of release and the orgasm that followed.

I decided not to cum in her ass, so I pulled out and released my semen onto her belly, right where slaves bear their mark.

I freed Nadia from her chains and hugged her, wiping the tears from her cheeks, and we fell asleep, exhausted from the intense sex we had just had.
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I wake up with the first rays of sunlight coming through the window and I don't find Nadia next to me. For a few moments, I think it was all a dream, but the bed still retains the traces of their mixed scents.

I immediately detect the strawberry scent of her perfume that I inhaled from her hair while I was holding her, and I detect the sweet aroma of her sex that permeates the sheets after the numerous orgasms of the previous night.

I hear a splash in the pool area and, without bothering to get dressed, I head over there, having to walk carefully so as not to step on the intertwined bodies that fill the room where the party was held. I try to find her among all the girls lying on the floor, but I can't find her. All I do is marvel at the fact that all the girls' collars have a green light on. They are no longer the temporary collars that were handed out at the beginning of the party; they are now permanently locked, turning all these girls into new slave girls.

It must have been a great night for all the new slave girls to have had the five orgasms that lock the necklace. I remember what happened that night and smile, thinking that her necklace may have been locked.

As soon as I step out into the garden, I discover the first results of the party. At least a dozen party guests are tied to the columns that adorn the garden, and several of them are being fucked by the house staff or by any stranger who has approached them. Most of them already have the green light adorning their collars, although a couple of them don't. In theory, they couldn't be fucked by anyone, but listening to their moans, they don't seem to mind, and they'll care even less when the green lights appear.

I walk a little further and then I see her, her arms above her head wrapped around the column, her body and hair wet as if she had just come out of the pool, her collar still adorning her neck with the four red lights on.

“You shouldn't play like that,” I tell her. “None of them care that you're not a real slave girl yet,” I say, pointing to the employees who continue to fuck the slave girls chained to the column. “And all those people even less,” I add as I see a dozen freshmen approaching the mansion entrance, ready to take advantage of the opportunity these parties offer to fuck and take any girl they find as a slave, even if only for a couple of days.

“I wanted to know how those sluts tied to the columns feel,” she says, approaching me and flirting shamelessly.

“Last night I missed an orgasm,” she says, kissing my neck as she reaches for my cock, which is already fully erect. “Before coming to the party, all the girls promised each other that we would leave here as slave girls,” she says, moving away from me a little. “And I'm the only one who doesn't have a green collar.”

“You decide if you want to enslave me or if I let one of those guys do it,” she says, starting to walk toward the group of students.

I don't answer her. I grab her arm and push her against the column she was holding onto before, thrusting my cock into her wet pussy. It only takes a couple of thrusts to make her orgasm and see the light on her collar change as it locks.

“Yes, Master! Fuck me!” moans my new slave girl as I continue to fuck her.

I don't need my slave girl to tell me anything. Now that the collar is locked, I don't have to control myself. I thrust hard, with the clear intention of devastating her, of making it clear to her what she is now. After bringing her to another orgasm, I decide to fuck her ass again, and as I go to prepare it, I find the butt plug ready.

Unlike last night, I remove it without any foreplay. And also unlike last night, I penetrate her roughly, without care. She is now a slave, I don't have to be careful. I don't stop until my whole cock is inside her ass, and I don't stop fucking her until I cum inside her.

After fucking her, I look into her eyes. She seems almost satisfied with what has happened, her gaze not very different from the one she had last night when I saw her for the first time. She may be a slave girl, but she's still a proud slut who needs a lesson. I lift her arms and attach them to the chains that adorn the column. I turn around and see two of the students I saw earlier approaching, watching us. We must have given them quite a show.

“You can fuck her, but don't get your hopes up about claiming her. She's mine!” I tell them, causing panic to appear on her face as she realizes she is going to be fucked by the two young men, realizing that slavery may not be the game she expected.

Soon every slave girl in the garden, including Nadia, is being fucked by two or three men, by the employees, the teenagers, or the party guests who have begun to wake up. I even see a collection patrol agent fucking a slave girl while his partner scans her collar and enters the data into the registry, initiating the final process of enslaving the girl even before taking her to the processing center.

As the two students prepare to fuck Nadia, an idea crosses my mind. I go back inside the house and come out with another enslaved girl. I lean her over the table and start fucking her, making sure Nadia can see everything perfectly.

The two students, too excited to fuck a slave girl like Nadia, take only a couple of minutes to cum and enter the house to try to claim another slave girl. It takes me a little longer to fill the slave girl's pussy with my semen.

I release Nadia, who now, as befits a slave girl, lowers her gaze. I hook one leash to Nadia and another to the new slave girl and pull them toward the street.

I have no intention of keeping the slave girl; I'll fuck her for a couple of days, make the two girls play for me, and then take her to the processing center. But those two days will serve to teach Nadia that she is no longer special, that I can replace her with another slave girl without any problem and that I can get rid of her if I want to.

Although, of course, I have no intention of doing so.

The End.