Story cooperation: Claire returns Part 3
Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2021 1:39 pm
Hello,
Here is part 3 of our story Claire returns. It is a cooperation with Gary, who made the overall story and owns the characters. You can follow our cooperation by finding Gary’s parts in normal, mine in italic characters.
The first 2 parts of the story you can find here:
Part 1:
viewtopic.php?t=860
Part 2:
viewtopic.php?t=861
What happened so far:
Claire was invited back to the black couple she served during her slavery adventure right after her grading and training as a sex slave in England.
For the visit of Angela and William Davis she had to prepare herself with slave yoga and orgasm denial with edging her 2 or more times a day. It turned out, that Angela has deeper plans with her continuing her training as a pain slave, and converting her to a permanent collar. Totally dependent on her, her whip and her treatment being the only satisfaction for the young (and at that point in time: still free) woman.
Additionally, Claire entangled herself deeper in this plan than she actually wanted, but she begged William Davis to save a girl from slavery. In exchange, she gave away a large piece of her freedom.
Angela’s training started, and besides its bearable physical pain, it brought her immense levels of lust and pleasure. The fuck of her body was expected. Her servitude as a slave for sex and domestic purposes was easy for her. But the intense level of brain fuck that Angela was doing to her, enforced by mind-blowing orgasms was beyond belief, and the strong free woman is shaken up deep inside her soul. Was this her true self? What if Mistress Angela was right, and she was really doing her a favor in freeing the true slave inside of Claire?
Claire returns, Part 3
by Gary and Don Marco
On the fourth day, Master Davis was taking a seat opposite of her, his eyes in front of her dripping wet cunt. He watched with disdain on Claire’s slope down the track, driven by his wife’s whip. His wife’s cruel words drilling inside her during the interrogation. Her responses to the reasoning of her upcoming slavery to them. Claire chanting the debasing sentences out loud hurt her double since he was listening to it. Angela took her time to drive Claire mad. Whip, massaging her, debasing her with words, showing her husband “what a lowly creature this bitch is in reality”. The number of lashes had almost doubled since the first day. But for Claire, this whipping was some of the best sex she had in her young life. On this day, she got the most intensive series of orgasms. Mistress locked her into that orgasmic state without any mercy by hitting her most private parts until she was completely eaten up by the waves of pleasure washing over her.
In the end, her body was again hanging in the chains, sweat was pouring all over her body and she was gasping and trying to regain some composure. Mistress had the sound of triumph inside her voice.
“See, I told you……Here is your precious Claire. Your nights' dream girl, which you talk about when you sleep. Now she is 562, and the only way to relieve for her is MY whip, which I will use to make her MINE fully”.
And turning to her she said: “I am done. No more orgasms for you. If you want to come, you have to beg for the whip. And I will make you pay dearly!”
They left Claire hanging and sobbing for another hour alone in her chains. Claire heard them passionately making love in the living room. Then Master released her, not saying one single word to her.
After this, her pain training was set to a halt. When 562 started to crawl for the whip in the evening, they stopped her. Mistress seems to have proven her point. Her welts from the high amount of whipping started to subside, and they stopped giving her relief for her excitement seemed to fit in Angela’s overall plan In the remaining days to the party, she had to simply serve in the house, pleasure her owners, and sleep on the hard floor in front of their bed. During sex with both, they simply used her body, and they made sure that she did not come, which also did not be a temptation for Claire. She was excited enough to be sufficiently wet if master wanted to use her pleasure holes, but she did not feel any pleasure from him using her. Knowing the danger, she also refrained to use her slave pleasure technique, since it would make her dependent on Master, and also directly disobey an order from Mistress, which she started to fear more than anything else.
Finally, the day of the party came around, 562 had spent the whole day preparing appetizers, though there would be no dinner served. The ingredients were put together only just before the party so nothing would be soggy. Soon, the guests arrived, five masters with four slaves in tow. A middle-aged man with a slave as young as was allowed, pretty and curvy. A white professional couple in their 30s with an older dark-haired slave. An older woman with a tall black man in tow. Then the one who would stand out anywhere, well over six feet tall, and built like a linebacker and a huge bulge in his pants; along with him was a mid-twenties blond bimbo who absolutely fawned over him.
562 took the slaves into the kitchen to bring out the drinks and snacks. However, the serving trays were attached to their nipples by clamps, so the slaves were in pain the entire evening. The guests chatted and pawed over the slaves. 562 was happy when the trays were removed early, but then found out it and another slave would become furniture. The two of them be on their hands and knees and have a glass plate put on their back to act as a table for a card game, drinks, and the food 562 had worked hard to prepare. Both girls were trying hard to stay steady, despite the pain and aches. After what seemed like many hours the table was finally removed and the girls were allowed to stand up, unsteadily.
562 found herself giving oral pleasure to a couple of the guests, as did the other slaves, but thought nothing of it. But eventually, the party started to break up, some of the guests had decided to switch slaves for a short time, though not for the male slave.
The large black man, that 562 learned was named Tyrone, was talking with her Masters, and while talking to them, 562 had seen the huge bulge and had wondered just how big he was. First, he talked to his slave, Diamond, and she became quite upset to be separated from him. Tyrone left the two of them alone, and they seemed to argue about something. Finally, Master came up to 562. She obediently knelt before him, her legs widely stretched and her bests fully pressed out.
“Tyrone is one of my best clients, he buys a lot of prime cunts from me. He wants to take you home with him for a couple of days. Angela does not want you to leave, to tighten your training, and as she says “bring it to the end”. But my business is important as well. I decided that you have to go with him. Formally, you are to make this decision on your own, but I am your Master. Is there something you want to say?”
His voice was stern, showing no affection or and consideration for her. It was clear, what he expected, and even if Claire was uneasy about being given away to a total stranger, it excited her. And finally, there was still the deal about the girl in the kennel of the store. 562 was not used to speaking much in the past, so it took a while for her brain to form a comprehensive sentence.
“Master, may I ask, would the time with Master Tyrone count on the 14 days of compulsory servitude, or would this extend my stay with you”
“They wouldn’t count, so the 14 days start after you return from him”
“Master, I gave my word of full cooperation, no matter how bad it is. So may I go with this man as you wish?”
“You better do! I will arrange it”
Master William turned away from her and spoke with Angela (which did not look good from afar). And after that with Tyrone (he seemed to be happy). Angela ranted then with both men, but they did not seem to have any of it. Tyrone then insisted on the key to the hood, he wanted to see her face, but not until they arrived back at his house.
562 was nervous laying in the trunk of his car, wondering what was in store. Leading her from the garage to the house by a chain, it entered his well-appointed house. “Let’s get this hood off you.” His deep voice announced. Unlocking and unzipping the hood 562 felt a gust of cool air on its face that it seemed she hadn’t felt in a lifetime. “Well, you much better looking than I thought, though your face is rather messed up from the hood being on so long. 562 looked in the mirror and saw a face she had almost forgotten about. It had lines, and red spots, and both her hair and face were filthy from sweat. “Go have a shower, wash your hair and face, you’ll feel much better girl.”
562 felt the heaven of a hot shower again, and once clean she felt herself come back. When she rejoined her temporary owner, he asked, “What’s your name girl.”
It took a moment but she replied, “My name is five… Claire, my name is Claire.”
“Well Claire, service me.” His deep voice boomed.
She kneeled in front of him and unfastened his pants, she was shocked at what was underneath. Claire had thought he had a can of soda in his pants but it wasn’t, it was a gigantic cock. It was nothing like she had had before, a good ten inches long and thicker than anything she had seen or imagined. She licked the head and felt it jerk as it started to harden. She ran her tongue around the head, scared to put it in her small mouth, knowing it would probably painfully stretch her lips. She knew she had to do it, so she slowly let it slide into her mouth, she could feel her lips spread painfully and then feel it fill her mouth. She pushed her head further and soon she couldn’t breathe; it was down her throat but barely half of it was in her mouth. She pushed in faster and she started to squirm from the lack of air, and the feeling of the cock going down her throat. She finally had it all the way in, her entire throat was being stretched and she couldn’t breathe, she had to resist moving back too fast. Slowly she moved her head backward, letting the cock exit gradually. Finally, she could breathe, but it wasn’t over and she pushed it down again. It was easier this time and she started moving faster and he grabbed her head and started pumping his black mamba in her throat. She couldn’t breathe and as he pumped harder as she started getting light-headed her arms started to flail around. Her vision got narrowed and she soon passed out.
She woke up to feel her mouth and face full of cum, and still light-headed. “You're awake now?” he laughed and slowly spread her legs. Claire was still woozy but she soon found something huge being pushed inside her vagina. He had liberally lubed his huge penis but it still hurt and he slowly entered her.
Claire was unsure, as if she would be allowed to orgasm, or if she even would be capable of doing it. Angela’s training shook her insights hard. She listened carefully inside her body. The presence of the strong male, the pain from him slowly but steadily and with significant force stretching her womanhood to a level not seen before, but also her hunger for an orgasm after 3 days without one led her to feel something, which she was afraid to have lost. A slow growl, like oil being heated up more and more by a huge fire. This gave Claire hope, relieved that the training did not destroy everything inside her, hope, that things could be changed back. The young woman trusted herself against the huge intruder of her body, impaling herself almost on it, and with each fraction of the huge shaft entering her, some small joy and a little hope came back inside her. So she could come. But, was she allowed to?
“Master, am I allowed to come?”
He grabbed her hair with both fists and brought his mouth right next to her ear.
“Do your fucking and come as often as your body can. All my young fillies come when I first ride them, you will not be different!”
Claire soon found his cock was hitting all her pleasure spots at once and soon she was on fire with ecstasy. She didn’t care what was happening, she didn’t care her pussy was sore from being stretched as it had never been. She discarded the order only to come from the whip. She was nothing but a vessel filling up with delight. Too soon she exploded in rapture and lost complete control of her body.
After this she didn’t remember anything else, she was now a rag doll for him to play with. Her brain was so fogged she could barely remember who she was. It took a while but she realized that she was sitting on his lap sideways, laying against his massive arm, his fingers played with her breast while he watched a basketball game on TSN (The Sports Network).
She had finally gotten her head cleared when he picked her up and they both went into the shower to clean themselves up after an evening of fucking. He then carried her over his shoulder and plopped her into his bed. When he got in, he pulled her close and she fell asleep wrapped in his extremely muscular arms.
The next morning, she woke him with oral pleasure as a slave should. It was still painful but also still strangely enjoyable and she now knew she had to push back her whole body for his cock to exit her throat enough to keep breathing. He watched her work his pleasure rod and felt a great orgasm blast out of him.
When she was done, she helped him dress, “Would you like me to buy you from Mr. and Mrs. Davis?”
Claire decided to tell the truth, “I’m only their temporary slave. They do want to permanently enslave me.”
“Then why was Angela so over the top of not letting you go with me?”
“Mistress Angela wants to make all my sexuality dependent on receiving pain from her whip, make me mentally dependent on her, and make me submit myself forever to her and Master William”.
Claire was somehow shocked by saying this sentence out loud, the first time expressing the full picture of what she saw and experienced over the last days' piece by piece.
“Yesterday with me….” He half-finished a question and looked at her while his stare was drilling inside her eyes.
“…..was the first time I did come in the last three weeks without her pulling the strings on me like a raged doll” Claire finished his sentence. And in a sudden outburst of gratefulness, gave herself in his arms.
Tyrone was surprised. This was not the ordinary slave girl; this free woman was something special. He wanted her permanently. And even if he was her temporary Master, he decided to play it trick-full, but nice with her. And if at the same time she would like him, well, well, who knows…..
Like all the other men in the slave business, turning a free, beautiful, and strong woman into an obedient pleasure slut was the final trophy for all hunters in this business. And he decided, that his strategy to achieve this goal would be different than the one from Angela.
“Damn girl, you got mad slave skills, I was going to offer to have you work for my rent-a-slave gig. Would have made them a shit full of money.”
“Guess you can’t have a free woman working for a slave escort business?”
“Who says? I have some nice free bitches working for me. They make good bank and they love the fuck machine. I’d work you as hoe and you’d just have to give me half.”
“I don’t know, I’ve done so much as an occasional slave I don’t know if I want to cross another line.”
“Well, you’re my slave for the next couple of days so I’ll set you up on a couple of dates.”
Looking at the tall strong black man Claire didn’t think she had a choice. She was now listed as a slave and she had been traded to this man. Claire had to admit she was curious about prostitution in general. She was far from home so it was less likely that anyone who knew her would see her.
Claire spent part of the day cooking and cleaning for her new, temporary, master. Trying to pleasure his cock hurt her, no matter if he used her pussy or mouth. But at least in her pussy, after the initial pain, she would find herself experiencing waves of pleasure.
That evening Claire was driven to a high-quality hotel. Tyrone explained that the client was a deputy minister who liked an ego boost along with his fuck.
Claire entered the room and complimented him on his good looks. In a sweet, quiet voice she asked him about himself and made sure to keep her eyes on him and ask questions so he would know she was listening. She undressed in a slow and sexy manner, then moved on to him and giggled as his clothes were slowly removed. The sex itself was slow and sensual, with nothing unusual requested. She left him very happy.
After her ‘date’ Tyrone heard first hand from the customer how happy he was. He did a rewarding evening with Claire. He sat her on his lap in the living room, and fondled and even kissed her on the cheek. Claire was surprised but more than grateful for this symbol of affection. He said that the customer has called, and said how happy he was, leaving nothing but praise in the guestbook of his website.
“Claire, you would make a great slave. At the moment, you can take me in 2 of your openings. Your ass is too tight at the moment for me. I want you to become the perfect slave for me. I decided to train you for it”. He produced a medium-sized rubber but plug. Special about this plug was the tube coming out of it at the end, leading to a ball-shaped hand pump and a small valve at the end.
He made her kneel doggy style with her head submissively lowered between her arms on the couch. Then he lubed her rear while playing generously with her swollen pussy lips and her exposed clit. From sitting in his lap, with his fondling, massaging her breasts, teasingly pinching her nipple, and whispering sweet talk in her ear she was already soaking wet.
He stretched her sphincter slowly, but forcefully with 2, then 3 fingers. She groaned, the pain of the stretching sending pleasure waves over her.
Then he inserted the plug and gave the pump 2 fast squeezes so that it expanded inside her a little bit and the narrow ring before the base snug nicely into place. It was now impossible to remove the plug without letting the air out of the valve, which he held in his hand.
He made her straddle him again and gave the ball inside her hands.
“Would you mind holding this?” he said with a friendly grin on his face. Claire knew, that this was like kissing Angela’s devious whip since this innocent little ball would control her level of suffering for the next hour.
He started to whisper in her ear again, his hands playing her body like a Stradivari violin. He touched her on her collarbone, behind her ears, the underside of her breasts, and finally her love button, he touched all parts, where she wanted to be touched.
And then, after lots of sweet talk in her ear, he gave her the order.
“Claire, please me. Squeeze the ball. HARD”
She squeezed the ball without thinking, and in a fraction of a second later, she paid the price with her rear muscle ring being stretched uncomfortably.
Her face showed the pain rushing through her body. She took her head back and her mouth stood open in a silent scream of lust and pain.
“Shhhhhh, Gooood Girl” he hissed in her ears.
As the game went on, he petted her, played her with all tricks in the book of pimps, and she squeezed the ball when he wanted her to. Soon the sensations became too much to bear, and his care given by his hands was no longer enough to ease the pain in her badly stretched rear passage.
“Be a good girl, Claire. Squeeze”
“Master, please, it hurts so badly” she begged, the first tears running down her cheeks.
Instead of forcing her to do as requested he kissed her tears away, and went with his hands in her lush hair, and got a good grip of her head. He kissed her on the mouth, and their tongues danced a wild dance.
“You can do it, Claire. For me. Show me, that I am special to you. Show me, that I am different from Mistress Angela. You don’t want to go back to her and her whip?”
“Master Tyrone, I beg you, it hurts so bad” she cried, while more tears flooded her red cheeks. The plug meanwhile had a diameter of almost 1.5 inches. She was stretched like never before, and the pain went from her rear up over her spine all the way into her brain.
He took his fingers and massaged her love spot inside her, then the little nub between her inner lips. Claire felt a wave of pleasure mixing in the pain, and while Tyrone played with her, she decided to no matter what he was asking her to do, all would be better than facing Angela with the whip again.
“Claire, I am your Master. SQUEEZE!”
Her breath went in fast rapid staccato, almost hyperventilating. Her brain literally needed to scream to her hands to push the ball to overrule the burning of pain in all the nerfs of her body.
She squeezed.
“One more, and you can come Claire” She was in a state, where she would do everything to end the game, but also to make him happy. She squeezed once, and then after fighting the pain and in the last effort from her making her hands obey her brain command a second time, just to show how much she wanted to please him. Each time with his encouragement, praise, and fondling her sensitive parts. Both times the pain almost doubled inside her.
“Claire, you are the sweetest slave I did ever use. You really deserve your slave star. You have permission to come. COME, SLAVE!
He slid 2 fingers inside her, hitting her G-Spot curling them against her pussy’s front wall. His other hand raided a merciless attack on her enlarged and exposed clitoris while he released the air out of the black monster. She exploded in an orgasm of pain and pleasure, riding the wave of joy for several minutes on his lap. He had to use some force to maintain his grip of her head in her hair, protecting her from falling off his lap. She screamed so loud next to his ears, that he did her a beeping tone for quite some time after.
She drifted from orgasm to a soft after-glow, which transitioned in a slow gaze, which she enjoyed in Tyrone’s strong arms.
The next morning after a night they spent together in bed, curled up in a happy pile, he picked her up for a second date. This man didn’t want sex he wanted to give her a back rub. Easy enough she thought and she laid on her stomach for him to fulfill his fantasy. It was nothing special, he was clumsy and keep sneaking a feel at her breasts and between her legs. This didn’t shock her; she had experienced much more than that since she had detoured down the road to slavery. She left him a happy camper.
Before they went to bed, she was serviced by this super stallion that left her pleasured, pained, and worn out.
The next day was much the same, cooking breakfast, housework, and getting fucked in Tyrone’s special way. That afternoon there were two more dates, nothing special, being arm candy while they went to dinner in a nice restaurant, then just plain sex all the while massaging their egos. That evening she had three dates and one was unusual. The man was a talker, complaining about his job, his boss, his wife, and anything else he was mad at. Then he took her over his knee and spanked her, hard. Nothing like being whipped, and because of Mistress Davis’s training it brought pleasure to her. But Claire realized that was not what he wanted and she instead begged him to stop and pretended to cry from the pain.
When the evening was over, Claire felt fine about serving Tyrone’s clients. Their demands were easy if sometimes even a little silly. Claire had experienced much worse in her dalliances in slavery than this.
On one side, Claire was more than grateful, that Tyrone has taken her out from Angela’s dark path and she enjoyed the friendly, almost girlfriend-like form of sex slavery she had found with him. She would find it easy to be an escort in his stable, it satisfied some of her slave feelings. And the sex with him was great. But it wasn’t really enough, there was a need in her slave feeling for a different connection to a master, one which was caring, demanding, and subduing her, all at the same time. Working with her to take her further into slavery than she has been before. And well, Tyrone wasn’t it. He helped her out in a difficult situation, and she would be grateful for it, but that was not enough. He was completely reliant on his huge cock to impress women, and his overall large muscular body to impress men. His cock was a great fucking machine, but that was all there was to him, enough for some slaves but not for her. She wanted a more well-rounded master.
When she informed Tyrone of her decision to leave, he took it well. He told himself he could easily replace her, and he wasn’t going to let a little girl like her shake his confidence.
The evening and the morning were as before, hard fucking by Tyrone’s sex snake. It felt wonderful, and for some women that was all that mattered. But not for Claire.
She did her best, to please him out of her being thankful for his help. Using slave pomovir with his fuck monster inside her hurt her muscles beyond belief, but she felt obligated to have her “final gig” in his bed to be special. She made sure she got fucked after this until she passed out to satisfy her needs for the upcoming days with the Davis.
“If you want to come back and work as an escort for me, you can always call” he smiled self-confidently.
“Thank you Master” she replied politely, but not really intending to do this.
“Your customers all ask for a second date with you. So, stay tuned if I call you. I expect you to come back, and whore your ass out for me”.
Claire saw herself by these words confirmed in her decision. He was playing nice, but he was just playing her.
She had serious doubts that he really cared for her.
She was being prepared to be returned to the Davis’s, the hood was put back on and locked. The feeling of losing her identity in the hood was no longer so overriding as it had been at first, but it still took away Claire made her just 562.
Returning to the Davis’s house, Diamond almost flew out of their door into Tyrone’s arms. 562 almost envied her, all she needed to be happy was her master. It was not like that with the Davis’s,
Master William greeted 562 with a distant smile. Tyrone and Diamond had not left for 30 seconds, and it found itself on its knees servicing Master with a blowjob right in the hallway. Short before coming, he pulled out, and shoot over its face and chest.
“Massage it in your skin. Let it dry up. And now go and see Mistress” he ordered, and went for his home office, not caring about her at all.
“Master, may I have permission to speak….”
He turned around.
“What is it?” he asked with impatience in his voice.
“Master, the girl in the try-out-room, Stefanie. I did my part of the deal so far. I supported Mistress with my training as well as I could. Can you please tell me how she is?”
He had kept his part of the bargain too since Claire did cooperate as well as she could so far. It was days of calm between him and Angela, where she got what she wanted. That Tyrone saw 562 and asked him to transfer her to him for a couple of days was a little disruption in this calm. He was one of his biggest customers for high-graded pussy. Usually, Tyrone used up the girls very fast, since some of his clients had some very difficult taste. Difficult especially for the suffering cunts on the receiving end.
Angela not being happy was an understatement. But he did not want any of it.
He was a man of his words, and since Claire was still a free woman, he felt obliged to keep his part of the bargain. He pulled the strings necessary to make the amateur trainer stop her torture on Stefanie (“You are damaging your own merchandise. Let me take her to the kennel, and let her fear for your coming back tomorrow or the day after. We will brain-fuck her by telling her always different things when you will come back, and what we have prepared for you to use on her. We simply delay her auction by 2 days or so. This will contribute more to her training than 50 more lashes with the whip.").
He then arranged for a private “emergency sale” to her father. Based on the T&C of Sam the Man he was entitled to do that if the health condition of merchandise would be on a significant negative slope. In this case, he was allowed to sell with a discount without any other approvals, like if a supermarket was selling yogurt shore before the date. For this, he had to arrange for a medical D3K certificate documenting “Dangerous Damage During Kenneling”. This was done by a close friend of his being a slave veterinarian.
He called Stephanie’s father which was shocked beyond belief to see his daughter beaten up, wearing nothing but shackles and collar with a messed-up mind in a slave store.
To meet the financial capabilities of the poor men and to give his daughter back to him in a SINO setting, he sold Stefanie for a really low price to him with full financing (something for which he was actually stepping over his level of authority a little bit) since her father did not have the money at all.
The winner girls were not quite amused when they found out, that the sale was done and the amount of money was that low. They had arranged for all the classmates of Stefanie to be at the auction, to humiliate her to the max, and to have some rich boys bidding on her to drive the price up. But in the end, they walked away with much less money than they had intended to.
“Stefanie is with her father again. She is saved” he said quietly.
562 crawled in front of him, on her knees on the hard tile floor, hugging his legs and rubbing her cheek behind the hood on his trousers.
“Thank you, Master William. You are a good Master, and please allow this slave to say this: You are a great person”.
After some time quiet, when Claire was grateful rubbing her face on his legs, he cleared his throat and broke the silence
“Angela wants to continue her training with you. You are still bound to your word, even if Stefanie is saved; is this clear?”
“Yes Master, I will stay as loyal to my word and obey”.
“Good. And now go and see Mistress”
End of Part 3
Wait:
Did Angela not explicitly command, that Claire is not allowed to orgasm without her permission?
And didn’t you also have the feeling that she was “not amused” about Claire being sent away with a well hung guy that would certainly fuck her so hard, that her insides would start to melt?
What will she do in her anger to our sweet girl? I love Claire’s beautiful long hair, her soft skin and her female assets as well, and I am highly worried…Run Claire, RUN!!!!
Sorry for the cliffhanger again, but I promise: Part 4 will bring the final answers.
Here is part 3 of our story Claire returns. It is a cooperation with Gary, who made the overall story and owns the characters. You can follow our cooperation by finding Gary’s parts in normal, mine in italic characters.
The first 2 parts of the story you can find here:
Part 1:
viewtopic.php?t=860
Part 2:
viewtopic.php?t=861
What happened so far:
Claire was invited back to the black couple she served during her slavery adventure right after her grading and training as a sex slave in England.
For the visit of Angela and William Davis she had to prepare herself with slave yoga and orgasm denial with edging her 2 or more times a day. It turned out, that Angela has deeper plans with her continuing her training as a pain slave, and converting her to a permanent collar. Totally dependent on her, her whip and her treatment being the only satisfaction for the young (and at that point in time: still free) woman.
Additionally, Claire entangled herself deeper in this plan than she actually wanted, but she begged William Davis to save a girl from slavery. In exchange, she gave away a large piece of her freedom.
Angela’s training started, and besides its bearable physical pain, it brought her immense levels of lust and pleasure. The fuck of her body was expected. Her servitude as a slave for sex and domestic purposes was easy for her. But the intense level of brain fuck that Angela was doing to her, enforced by mind-blowing orgasms was beyond belief, and the strong free woman is shaken up deep inside her soul. Was this her true self? What if Mistress Angela was right, and she was really doing her a favor in freeing the true slave inside of Claire?
Claire returns, Part 3
by Gary and Don Marco
On the fourth day, Master Davis was taking a seat opposite of her, his eyes in front of her dripping wet cunt. He watched with disdain on Claire’s slope down the track, driven by his wife’s whip. His wife’s cruel words drilling inside her during the interrogation. Her responses to the reasoning of her upcoming slavery to them. Claire chanting the debasing sentences out loud hurt her double since he was listening to it. Angela took her time to drive Claire mad. Whip, massaging her, debasing her with words, showing her husband “what a lowly creature this bitch is in reality”. The number of lashes had almost doubled since the first day. But for Claire, this whipping was some of the best sex she had in her young life. On this day, she got the most intensive series of orgasms. Mistress locked her into that orgasmic state without any mercy by hitting her most private parts until she was completely eaten up by the waves of pleasure washing over her.
In the end, her body was again hanging in the chains, sweat was pouring all over her body and she was gasping and trying to regain some composure. Mistress had the sound of triumph inside her voice.
“See, I told you……Here is your precious Claire. Your nights' dream girl, which you talk about when you sleep. Now she is 562, and the only way to relieve for her is MY whip, which I will use to make her MINE fully”.
And turning to her she said: “I am done. No more orgasms for you. If you want to come, you have to beg for the whip. And I will make you pay dearly!”
They left Claire hanging and sobbing for another hour alone in her chains. Claire heard them passionately making love in the living room. Then Master released her, not saying one single word to her.
After this, her pain training was set to a halt. When 562 started to crawl for the whip in the evening, they stopped her. Mistress seems to have proven her point. Her welts from the high amount of whipping started to subside, and they stopped giving her relief for her excitement seemed to fit in Angela’s overall plan In the remaining days to the party, she had to simply serve in the house, pleasure her owners, and sleep on the hard floor in front of their bed. During sex with both, they simply used her body, and they made sure that she did not come, which also did not be a temptation for Claire. She was excited enough to be sufficiently wet if master wanted to use her pleasure holes, but she did not feel any pleasure from him using her. Knowing the danger, she also refrained to use her slave pleasure technique, since it would make her dependent on Master, and also directly disobey an order from Mistress, which she started to fear more than anything else.
Finally, the day of the party came around, 562 had spent the whole day preparing appetizers, though there would be no dinner served. The ingredients were put together only just before the party so nothing would be soggy. Soon, the guests arrived, five masters with four slaves in tow. A middle-aged man with a slave as young as was allowed, pretty and curvy. A white professional couple in their 30s with an older dark-haired slave. An older woman with a tall black man in tow. Then the one who would stand out anywhere, well over six feet tall, and built like a linebacker and a huge bulge in his pants; along with him was a mid-twenties blond bimbo who absolutely fawned over him.
562 took the slaves into the kitchen to bring out the drinks and snacks. However, the serving trays were attached to their nipples by clamps, so the slaves were in pain the entire evening. The guests chatted and pawed over the slaves. 562 was happy when the trays were removed early, but then found out it and another slave would become furniture. The two of them be on their hands and knees and have a glass plate put on their back to act as a table for a card game, drinks, and the food 562 had worked hard to prepare. Both girls were trying hard to stay steady, despite the pain and aches. After what seemed like many hours the table was finally removed and the girls were allowed to stand up, unsteadily.
562 found herself giving oral pleasure to a couple of the guests, as did the other slaves, but thought nothing of it. But eventually, the party started to break up, some of the guests had decided to switch slaves for a short time, though not for the male slave.
The large black man, that 562 learned was named Tyrone, was talking with her Masters, and while talking to them, 562 had seen the huge bulge and had wondered just how big he was. First, he talked to his slave, Diamond, and she became quite upset to be separated from him. Tyrone left the two of them alone, and they seemed to argue about something. Finally, Master came up to 562. She obediently knelt before him, her legs widely stretched and her bests fully pressed out.
“Tyrone is one of my best clients, he buys a lot of prime cunts from me. He wants to take you home with him for a couple of days. Angela does not want you to leave, to tighten your training, and as she says “bring it to the end”. But my business is important as well. I decided that you have to go with him. Formally, you are to make this decision on your own, but I am your Master. Is there something you want to say?”
His voice was stern, showing no affection or and consideration for her. It was clear, what he expected, and even if Claire was uneasy about being given away to a total stranger, it excited her. And finally, there was still the deal about the girl in the kennel of the store. 562 was not used to speaking much in the past, so it took a while for her brain to form a comprehensive sentence.
“Master, may I ask, would the time with Master Tyrone count on the 14 days of compulsory servitude, or would this extend my stay with you”
“They wouldn’t count, so the 14 days start after you return from him”
“Master, I gave my word of full cooperation, no matter how bad it is. So may I go with this man as you wish?”
“You better do! I will arrange it”
Master William turned away from her and spoke with Angela (which did not look good from afar). And after that with Tyrone (he seemed to be happy). Angela ranted then with both men, but they did not seem to have any of it. Tyrone then insisted on the key to the hood, he wanted to see her face, but not until they arrived back at his house.
562 was nervous laying in the trunk of his car, wondering what was in store. Leading her from the garage to the house by a chain, it entered his well-appointed house. “Let’s get this hood off you.” His deep voice announced. Unlocking and unzipping the hood 562 felt a gust of cool air on its face that it seemed she hadn’t felt in a lifetime. “Well, you much better looking than I thought, though your face is rather messed up from the hood being on so long. 562 looked in the mirror and saw a face she had almost forgotten about. It had lines, and red spots, and both her hair and face were filthy from sweat. “Go have a shower, wash your hair and face, you’ll feel much better girl.”
562 felt the heaven of a hot shower again, and once clean she felt herself come back. When she rejoined her temporary owner, he asked, “What’s your name girl.”
It took a moment but she replied, “My name is five… Claire, my name is Claire.”
“Well Claire, service me.” His deep voice boomed.
She kneeled in front of him and unfastened his pants, she was shocked at what was underneath. Claire had thought he had a can of soda in his pants but it wasn’t, it was a gigantic cock. It was nothing like she had had before, a good ten inches long and thicker than anything she had seen or imagined. She licked the head and felt it jerk as it started to harden. She ran her tongue around the head, scared to put it in her small mouth, knowing it would probably painfully stretch her lips. She knew she had to do it, so she slowly let it slide into her mouth, she could feel her lips spread painfully and then feel it fill her mouth. She pushed her head further and soon she couldn’t breathe; it was down her throat but barely half of it was in her mouth. She pushed in faster and she started to squirm from the lack of air, and the feeling of the cock going down her throat. She finally had it all the way in, her entire throat was being stretched and she couldn’t breathe, she had to resist moving back too fast. Slowly she moved her head backward, letting the cock exit gradually. Finally, she could breathe, but it wasn’t over and she pushed it down again. It was easier this time and she started moving faster and he grabbed her head and started pumping his black mamba in her throat. She couldn’t breathe and as he pumped harder as she started getting light-headed her arms started to flail around. Her vision got narrowed and she soon passed out.
She woke up to feel her mouth and face full of cum, and still light-headed. “You're awake now?” he laughed and slowly spread her legs. Claire was still woozy but she soon found something huge being pushed inside her vagina. He had liberally lubed his huge penis but it still hurt and he slowly entered her.
Claire was unsure, as if she would be allowed to orgasm, or if she even would be capable of doing it. Angela’s training shook her insights hard. She listened carefully inside her body. The presence of the strong male, the pain from him slowly but steadily and with significant force stretching her womanhood to a level not seen before, but also her hunger for an orgasm after 3 days without one led her to feel something, which she was afraid to have lost. A slow growl, like oil being heated up more and more by a huge fire. This gave Claire hope, relieved that the training did not destroy everything inside her, hope, that things could be changed back. The young woman trusted herself against the huge intruder of her body, impaling herself almost on it, and with each fraction of the huge shaft entering her, some small joy and a little hope came back inside her. So she could come. But, was she allowed to?
“Master, am I allowed to come?”
He grabbed her hair with both fists and brought his mouth right next to her ear.
“Do your fucking and come as often as your body can. All my young fillies come when I first ride them, you will not be different!”
Claire soon found his cock was hitting all her pleasure spots at once and soon she was on fire with ecstasy. She didn’t care what was happening, she didn’t care her pussy was sore from being stretched as it had never been. She discarded the order only to come from the whip. She was nothing but a vessel filling up with delight. Too soon she exploded in rapture and lost complete control of her body.
After this she didn’t remember anything else, she was now a rag doll for him to play with. Her brain was so fogged she could barely remember who she was. It took a while but she realized that she was sitting on his lap sideways, laying against his massive arm, his fingers played with her breast while he watched a basketball game on TSN (The Sports Network).
She had finally gotten her head cleared when he picked her up and they both went into the shower to clean themselves up after an evening of fucking. He then carried her over his shoulder and plopped her into his bed. When he got in, he pulled her close and she fell asleep wrapped in his extremely muscular arms.
The next morning, she woke him with oral pleasure as a slave should. It was still painful but also still strangely enjoyable and she now knew she had to push back her whole body for his cock to exit her throat enough to keep breathing. He watched her work his pleasure rod and felt a great orgasm blast out of him.
When she was done, she helped him dress, “Would you like me to buy you from Mr. and Mrs. Davis?”
Claire decided to tell the truth, “I’m only their temporary slave. They do want to permanently enslave me.”
“Then why was Angela so over the top of not letting you go with me?”
“Mistress Angela wants to make all my sexuality dependent on receiving pain from her whip, make me mentally dependent on her, and make me submit myself forever to her and Master William”.
Claire was somehow shocked by saying this sentence out loud, the first time expressing the full picture of what she saw and experienced over the last days' piece by piece.
“Yesterday with me….” He half-finished a question and looked at her while his stare was drilling inside her eyes.
“…..was the first time I did come in the last three weeks without her pulling the strings on me like a raged doll” Claire finished his sentence. And in a sudden outburst of gratefulness, gave herself in his arms.
Tyrone was surprised. This was not the ordinary slave girl; this free woman was something special. He wanted her permanently. And even if he was her temporary Master, he decided to play it trick-full, but nice with her. And if at the same time she would like him, well, well, who knows…..
Like all the other men in the slave business, turning a free, beautiful, and strong woman into an obedient pleasure slut was the final trophy for all hunters in this business. And he decided, that his strategy to achieve this goal would be different than the one from Angela.
“Damn girl, you got mad slave skills, I was going to offer to have you work for my rent-a-slave gig. Would have made them a shit full of money.”
“Guess you can’t have a free woman working for a slave escort business?”
“Who says? I have some nice free bitches working for me. They make good bank and they love the fuck machine. I’d work you as hoe and you’d just have to give me half.”
“I don’t know, I’ve done so much as an occasional slave I don’t know if I want to cross another line.”
“Well, you’re my slave for the next couple of days so I’ll set you up on a couple of dates.”
Looking at the tall strong black man Claire didn’t think she had a choice. She was now listed as a slave and she had been traded to this man. Claire had to admit she was curious about prostitution in general. She was far from home so it was less likely that anyone who knew her would see her.
Claire spent part of the day cooking and cleaning for her new, temporary, master. Trying to pleasure his cock hurt her, no matter if he used her pussy or mouth. But at least in her pussy, after the initial pain, she would find herself experiencing waves of pleasure.
That evening Claire was driven to a high-quality hotel. Tyrone explained that the client was a deputy minister who liked an ego boost along with his fuck.
Claire entered the room and complimented him on his good looks. In a sweet, quiet voice she asked him about himself and made sure to keep her eyes on him and ask questions so he would know she was listening. She undressed in a slow and sexy manner, then moved on to him and giggled as his clothes were slowly removed. The sex itself was slow and sensual, with nothing unusual requested. She left him very happy.
After her ‘date’ Tyrone heard first hand from the customer how happy he was. He did a rewarding evening with Claire. He sat her on his lap in the living room, and fondled and even kissed her on the cheek. Claire was surprised but more than grateful for this symbol of affection. He said that the customer has called, and said how happy he was, leaving nothing but praise in the guestbook of his website.
“Claire, you would make a great slave. At the moment, you can take me in 2 of your openings. Your ass is too tight at the moment for me. I want you to become the perfect slave for me. I decided to train you for it”. He produced a medium-sized rubber but plug. Special about this plug was the tube coming out of it at the end, leading to a ball-shaped hand pump and a small valve at the end.
He made her kneel doggy style with her head submissively lowered between her arms on the couch. Then he lubed her rear while playing generously with her swollen pussy lips and her exposed clit. From sitting in his lap, with his fondling, massaging her breasts, teasingly pinching her nipple, and whispering sweet talk in her ear she was already soaking wet.
He stretched her sphincter slowly, but forcefully with 2, then 3 fingers. She groaned, the pain of the stretching sending pleasure waves over her.
Then he inserted the plug and gave the pump 2 fast squeezes so that it expanded inside her a little bit and the narrow ring before the base snug nicely into place. It was now impossible to remove the plug without letting the air out of the valve, which he held in his hand.
He made her straddle him again and gave the ball inside her hands.
“Would you mind holding this?” he said with a friendly grin on his face. Claire knew, that this was like kissing Angela’s devious whip since this innocent little ball would control her level of suffering for the next hour.
He started to whisper in her ear again, his hands playing her body like a Stradivari violin. He touched her on her collarbone, behind her ears, the underside of her breasts, and finally her love button, he touched all parts, where she wanted to be touched.
And then, after lots of sweet talk in her ear, he gave her the order.
“Claire, please me. Squeeze the ball. HARD”
She squeezed the ball without thinking, and in a fraction of a second later, she paid the price with her rear muscle ring being stretched uncomfortably.
Her face showed the pain rushing through her body. She took her head back and her mouth stood open in a silent scream of lust and pain.
“Shhhhhh, Gooood Girl” he hissed in her ears.
As the game went on, he petted her, played her with all tricks in the book of pimps, and she squeezed the ball when he wanted her to. Soon the sensations became too much to bear, and his care given by his hands was no longer enough to ease the pain in her badly stretched rear passage.
“Be a good girl, Claire. Squeeze”
“Master, please, it hurts so badly” she begged, the first tears running down her cheeks.
Instead of forcing her to do as requested he kissed her tears away, and went with his hands in her lush hair, and got a good grip of her head. He kissed her on the mouth, and their tongues danced a wild dance.
“You can do it, Claire. For me. Show me, that I am special to you. Show me, that I am different from Mistress Angela. You don’t want to go back to her and her whip?”
“Master Tyrone, I beg you, it hurts so bad” she cried, while more tears flooded her red cheeks. The plug meanwhile had a diameter of almost 1.5 inches. She was stretched like never before, and the pain went from her rear up over her spine all the way into her brain.
He took his fingers and massaged her love spot inside her, then the little nub between her inner lips. Claire felt a wave of pleasure mixing in the pain, and while Tyrone played with her, she decided to no matter what he was asking her to do, all would be better than facing Angela with the whip again.
“Claire, I am your Master. SQUEEZE!”
Her breath went in fast rapid staccato, almost hyperventilating. Her brain literally needed to scream to her hands to push the ball to overrule the burning of pain in all the nerfs of her body.
She squeezed.
“One more, and you can come Claire” She was in a state, where she would do everything to end the game, but also to make him happy. She squeezed once, and then after fighting the pain and in the last effort from her making her hands obey her brain command a second time, just to show how much she wanted to please him. Each time with his encouragement, praise, and fondling her sensitive parts. Both times the pain almost doubled inside her.
“Claire, you are the sweetest slave I did ever use. You really deserve your slave star. You have permission to come. COME, SLAVE!
He slid 2 fingers inside her, hitting her G-Spot curling them against her pussy’s front wall. His other hand raided a merciless attack on her enlarged and exposed clitoris while he released the air out of the black monster. She exploded in an orgasm of pain and pleasure, riding the wave of joy for several minutes on his lap. He had to use some force to maintain his grip of her head in her hair, protecting her from falling off his lap. She screamed so loud next to his ears, that he did her a beeping tone for quite some time after.
She drifted from orgasm to a soft after-glow, which transitioned in a slow gaze, which she enjoyed in Tyrone’s strong arms.
The next morning after a night they spent together in bed, curled up in a happy pile, he picked her up for a second date. This man didn’t want sex he wanted to give her a back rub. Easy enough she thought and she laid on her stomach for him to fulfill his fantasy. It was nothing special, he was clumsy and keep sneaking a feel at her breasts and between her legs. This didn’t shock her; she had experienced much more than that since she had detoured down the road to slavery. She left him a happy camper.
Before they went to bed, she was serviced by this super stallion that left her pleasured, pained, and worn out.
The next day was much the same, cooking breakfast, housework, and getting fucked in Tyrone’s special way. That afternoon there were two more dates, nothing special, being arm candy while they went to dinner in a nice restaurant, then just plain sex all the while massaging their egos. That evening she had three dates and one was unusual. The man was a talker, complaining about his job, his boss, his wife, and anything else he was mad at. Then he took her over his knee and spanked her, hard. Nothing like being whipped, and because of Mistress Davis’s training it brought pleasure to her. But Claire realized that was not what he wanted and she instead begged him to stop and pretended to cry from the pain.
When the evening was over, Claire felt fine about serving Tyrone’s clients. Their demands were easy if sometimes even a little silly. Claire had experienced much worse in her dalliances in slavery than this.
On one side, Claire was more than grateful, that Tyrone has taken her out from Angela’s dark path and she enjoyed the friendly, almost girlfriend-like form of sex slavery she had found with him. She would find it easy to be an escort in his stable, it satisfied some of her slave feelings. And the sex with him was great. But it wasn’t really enough, there was a need in her slave feeling for a different connection to a master, one which was caring, demanding, and subduing her, all at the same time. Working with her to take her further into slavery than she has been before. And well, Tyrone wasn’t it. He helped her out in a difficult situation, and she would be grateful for it, but that was not enough. He was completely reliant on his huge cock to impress women, and his overall large muscular body to impress men. His cock was a great fucking machine, but that was all there was to him, enough for some slaves but not for her. She wanted a more well-rounded master.
When she informed Tyrone of her decision to leave, he took it well. He told himself he could easily replace her, and he wasn’t going to let a little girl like her shake his confidence.
The evening and the morning were as before, hard fucking by Tyrone’s sex snake. It felt wonderful, and for some women that was all that mattered. But not for Claire.
She did her best, to please him out of her being thankful for his help. Using slave pomovir with his fuck monster inside her hurt her muscles beyond belief, but she felt obligated to have her “final gig” in his bed to be special. She made sure she got fucked after this until she passed out to satisfy her needs for the upcoming days with the Davis.
“If you want to come back and work as an escort for me, you can always call” he smiled self-confidently.
“Thank you Master” she replied politely, but not really intending to do this.
“Your customers all ask for a second date with you. So, stay tuned if I call you. I expect you to come back, and whore your ass out for me”.
Claire saw herself by these words confirmed in her decision. He was playing nice, but he was just playing her.
She had serious doubts that he really cared for her.
She was being prepared to be returned to the Davis’s, the hood was put back on and locked. The feeling of losing her identity in the hood was no longer so overriding as it had been at first, but it still took away Claire made her just 562.
Returning to the Davis’s house, Diamond almost flew out of their door into Tyrone’s arms. 562 almost envied her, all she needed to be happy was her master. It was not like that with the Davis’s,
Master William greeted 562 with a distant smile. Tyrone and Diamond had not left for 30 seconds, and it found itself on its knees servicing Master with a blowjob right in the hallway. Short before coming, he pulled out, and shoot over its face and chest.
“Massage it in your skin. Let it dry up. And now go and see Mistress” he ordered, and went for his home office, not caring about her at all.
“Master, may I have permission to speak….”
He turned around.
“What is it?” he asked with impatience in his voice.
“Master, the girl in the try-out-room, Stefanie. I did my part of the deal so far. I supported Mistress with my training as well as I could. Can you please tell me how she is?”
He had kept his part of the bargain too since Claire did cooperate as well as she could so far. It was days of calm between him and Angela, where she got what she wanted. That Tyrone saw 562 and asked him to transfer her to him for a couple of days was a little disruption in this calm. He was one of his biggest customers for high-graded pussy. Usually, Tyrone used up the girls very fast, since some of his clients had some very difficult taste. Difficult especially for the suffering cunts on the receiving end.
Angela not being happy was an understatement. But he did not want any of it.
He was a man of his words, and since Claire was still a free woman, he felt obliged to keep his part of the bargain. He pulled the strings necessary to make the amateur trainer stop her torture on Stefanie (“You are damaging your own merchandise. Let me take her to the kennel, and let her fear for your coming back tomorrow or the day after. We will brain-fuck her by telling her always different things when you will come back, and what we have prepared for you to use on her. We simply delay her auction by 2 days or so. This will contribute more to her training than 50 more lashes with the whip.").
He then arranged for a private “emergency sale” to her father. Based on the T&C of Sam the Man he was entitled to do that if the health condition of merchandise would be on a significant negative slope. In this case, he was allowed to sell with a discount without any other approvals, like if a supermarket was selling yogurt shore before the date. For this, he had to arrange for a medical D3K certificate documenting “Dangerous Damage During Kenneling”. This was done by a close friend of his being a slave veterinarian.
He called Stephanie’s father which was shocked beyond belief to see his daughter beaten up, wearing nothing but shackles and collar with a messed-up mind in a slave store.
To meet the financial capabilities of the poor men and to give his daughter back to him in a SINO setting, he sold Stefanie for a really low price to him with full financing (something for which he was actually stepping over his level of authority a little bit) since her father did not have the money at all.
The winner girls were not quite amused when they found out, that the sale was done and the amount of money was that low. They had arranged for all the classmates of Stefanie to be at the auction, to humiliate her to the max, and to have some rich boys bidding on her to drive the price up. But in the end, they walked away with much less money than they had intended to.
“Stefanie is with her father again. She is saved” he said quietly.
562 crawled in front of him, on her knees on the hard tile floor, hugging his legs and rubbing her cheek behind the hood on his trousers.
“Thank you, Master William. You are a good Master, and please allow this slave to say this: You are a great person”.
After some time quiet, when Claire was grateful rubbing her face on his legs, he cleared his throat and broke the silence
“Angela wants to continue her training with you. You are still bound to your word, even if Stefanie is saved; is this clear?”
“Yes Master, I will stay as loyal to my word and obey”.
“Good. And now go and see Mistress”
End of Part 3
Wait:
Did Angela not explicitly command, that Claire is not allowed to orgasm without her permission?
And didn’t you also have the feeling that she was “not amused” about Claire being sent away with a well hung guy that would certainly fuck her so hard, that her insides would start to melt?
What will she do in her anger to our sweet girl? I love Claire’s beautiful long hair, her soft skin and her female assets as well, and I am highly worried…Run Claire, RUN!!!!
Sorry for the cliffhanger again, but I promise: Part 4 will bring the final answers.
Thank you for the story I went back to catch up on the Claire adventure. I hope Angela continues to shape Claire into a total pain slave, she seems to handle it so far. I also hope Angela shaves her totally, that may push her over the top as far as accepting permanent slavery, plus hair eventually grows back, and if she is almost always in a hood so it doesn't matter. With all the body abuse Claire will be scared, now hairless, always slave naked she would be a huge income generator for Angela.