BDSM Art & Writings
“What if she actually enjoyed her debasement?”― Pauline Réage, The Story of O
“Oh!” Sarah moaned. She didn’t want anyone to hear. Her voice was thin, just barely audible, yet still enough to be overheard.
The others who shared her cell paid no attention. They quietly keened, and cried, their poor minds still vividly recalling and recoiling from the events of the day. They had been stripped and bound. Their cunts were forcibly shaved.
Still tied up, they were held down, beaten, made into three-hole whores, fucked and stuffed until their tender bodies were drenched, inside and out, with saliva, their captors’ cum, tears, and even their own squirt. They were man handled, groped, mocked and degraded, treated like barnyard animals, even torture toys.
“Throat me,” one of her captors ordered.
Sarah was no virgin, but this was something new. She opened her mouth all the way only to be choked on her keeper’s cock. She gagged and tried to turn away but couldn’t. Strong hands forced her head into his crotch. The cock pushed in harder and harder. She couldn’t breathe. Frightened half to death she doubled down and used her throat as best as she could.
“Fuck or die,” he told her as tears streamed down her lovely cheeks. She had no choice. Her arms had been tied behind her back.
They all cried. Their captors laughed, even forced them all to fuck each other, girl-on-girl, retied them in new positions, all variations of the classic sixty-nine. And all the time they watched and laughed, prodded, and poked. Your new lover,” one of them told Sarah. “You better cum together, and fast too.”
Sarah did just that. She had never made love to a woman before but quickly came around. Her partner didn’t, cum on the first try. “Suffer or cum,” a burly bearded man told them. “That’s your new job in life.” New indeed.
And if that wasn’t enough, they force fucked her in the ass. She screamed. They passed her around and fucked her again and again.
“Oh!” Sarah moaned this time louder than before. The others just lay there on the floor, totally spent.
Not Sarah. She got busy as soon as they left alone and locked down for the night. She worked the ropes in earnest. Her fingers frantically picked and pulled at the knots. They were tight as hell, but she continued to work until at last she was totally.
But he didn’t try to run, didn’t even try to escape.
The first thing she did was stare at her own freshly shaved Venus mound. She never felt more naked or more beautiful. She felt as fresh and alive as a newborn baby. She slid her hands up and down. It felt so fresh, so new, just like a baby’s.
“Fap! Fap! Fap!” She couldn’t help herself.
She had never been so turned on. Her hands took on life of their own. Her breathing had deepened. Her vocal cords relaxed. She moaned again. She couldn’t help it. She was coming very close to what was to be the biggest orgasm in her very short life.
She didn’t really care anyway. She had lost all sense of dignity, pride, and shame. Her slavery had objectified her, made her feel like a feral creature, something somehow less than human. She had nothing left to lose, nothing except for her own desires, her own unbridled animal lust.
Sarah's heart beat hard and fast. Her body temperature soared. A thin sheen of perspiration coated her lovely skin. Masturbation had led her mind into an altered state. One fantasy after another played like technicolor movie inside her head.
She moaned again. Her breathing quickened. Her body quaked. Sarah continued unabated. Her fingers doubled down.
She had often dreamed about being a slave, but soon discovered the reality was different. She cried bitter tears. The punishments made her scream. She grew weak with fear and dread. This was no schoolgirl’s fantasy. It was far more intense. And it turned her on even more.
She continued. Her odor filled the air. She nuzzled the girl beside her. Flesh, even female flesh, never felt so good.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” She gasped even louder than before. Her body shook like a leaf in a storm. She buried her face in the poor girl’s breasts.
That was very same moment when the lights came on. There would be hell to pay. She knew it but didn't care, not even one bit. There would be no recourse. She was nothing but a slave, but finally free.
