Posted by Ay-Wun on September 06, 2006 at 21:56:45:
Prologue: Some of the events in this story have occured, or will occur. Lovely Anna Marie is, by her own choice, in the owned slave style of life, now with her second owner, Master D-----. While I would appreciate as many comments here as possible, Anna Marie's Master has, through her, requested that you also send further comments directly to her, for her edification and further humiliation, to slave_anna_marie@comcast.net . Anna Marie may, or may not respond to you, at the desire of her Master. Ay-Wun
In The Lot
Anna Marie's tall spike heeled boots clicked loudly on the pavement as she heeded the text message on the screen of her cel.
WALK TO THE CAR IN THE CENTER OF THE PARKING LOT!
She could barely see the vehicle, so dark was the small, unlit lot, between two tall building, another at its rear. She sent, "Done Master" indicating her compliance. The next text read,
STRIP! PILE EVERYTHING EXCEPT BOOTS IN CENTER OF HOOD!
Quickly, Anna stripped tank top and mini skirt from her lovely, lithe body. Her perfect mounds are never confined by a bra, and no panties worn. She set her purse on top of the pile then, before she could type again, a new message appeared.
DO EVERYTHING THEY WANT! YOUR VERY BEST!!!!!!!!!
"He's here watching!" Anna thought, trembling with fear and excitement, as a man in a halloween mask silently walked up, bent her over, and entered her smooth shaved, dripping cunt.
She thought to turn slightly to brace against the car, to better meet his vigorous, wonderful thrusts but, before she could, another prick came out of the murk for her to suck in. She put her hands on that one's hips, for that bracing, after carefully setting her phone on the fender, then thrust back, rotated her gorgeous hips, while bobbing her head up and down. Had someone gazed closely now, at Anna's beautiful face, with what little light there was to see, they'd have seen her green eyes glitter, smiling with delight, then close tightly as she came.
Even in orgasm, her well trained, toned body automatically kept up her skillful sucking, and the rhythmic flexing of both throat and vaginal muscles that swiftly had both men, happily joining her climax. Being naked in a public place, even in pitch darkness, was wonderfully humiliating to Anna. Being fucked by completely unknown men was even more so.
She'd had five great orgasms and was on her fourth set of strange men when she heard, "Patrol Car!!" urgently whispered. They jerked out and dragged Anna to the far side of the car, pulled her down and crouched. The crackle of car tires, though scarcely audible, sounded thunderous to her ears. The flash of the probing spotlight was, to her, like full daylight bursting. The possibility of humiliating discovery was so awesomely thrilling that Anna had the most wonderful orgasm yet that night, with no one inside her.
Slave Anna Marie
Anna Marie, at 28 is very lovely, standing five foot, six inches tall, but nearly alway in tall heels. Her beautifully toned 36D-26-34 body is absolutely stunning. Her gorgeous face, while not classically perfect, also can be called stunning, for it normally wears a small smile, akin to Mona Lisa, that will suddenly flare into a naturally ravishing beam. One such as businesses try but fail to get from their representatives, saying, "How may I serve you?!!" without a word uttered, as green eyes flash their genuine pleasure to see you.
For seven years, Anna has been happy in the slave life style that her ultra-submissive nature led her to. Being humiliated and used sexually and otherwise at the whim of a Master is not merely a choice she has made it is, indeed, a need. For awhile now she has been used daily, by her Master, his friends, and business associates for whatever pleasure she can give, and as a business asset. Recently, as a further step in her evolution, she has been ordered to have the mental attitude, that she is a freely available sex object for the use of any man who asks, any time, any place. The sole limitation is, that to fuck her, the man must phone Master D----- on his own cel, for that permission.
Every man she sees now, on the street, in stores, or in dining places, gives Anna a thrill, just knowing, were he to ask, he could fondle her breasts or sex, or demand that she suck his manhood.
The Mall
Lovely, long legs flash, well set off by very tall spike heels that click-clack their staccato on the terrazzo of the mall, as Anna strides, pointedly strutting her gorgeous possibilities, as Master has ordered. Most of the length of those luscious limbs is clearly visible below the miniest of mini skirts. Her hand and lip luring breasts are just short of visible through the nearly sheer silk of her blouse. A darkening and bumps show where her stiffened nipples are.
"Walk the hall like the elegant whore you are!" Master had ordered.
That very aura of elegance was likely the only reason every man who cast eyes on her sensuality didn't immediately proposition her, for it also implied great cost. None could have dreamed that the wonders she showed were free. Having reached the north end of the central hall she turned southward once more, and in doing so, nearly collided with a silver bearded man who had been quietly following her.
"OH! Excuse me sir!" Anna gasped, losing her balance, due to those heels, nearly falling, but saved by his steadying hand on her arm.
"Not at all, lovely one, you seem to be offering something, may I ask what the cost of that may be?" he smoothly asked.
Trembling with anticipation Anna responded in her well rehearsed speech,
"I am an owned slave who is free to any man who asks to be fondled or for service with my hands or lips. Anything further can likely be had, but must be specifically approved by my Master. He can be reached at 555-5155, by cel phone only!"
Well, I am surely not one to pass up such a wonderful offer from such a beautiful girl! Come with me please."
He took her arm and led her back the way they had come. She thought he'd take her to a stair well, as Master D----- and some of his friends had done several times. Instead, he took a key from his pocket at a closed restaurant called, "Barney's Barbecue", opened the door, and led her into the dark interior. He left her side for a few moments, then a dim light came on, illuminating a gigantic rotisserie. Anna trembled at this sight, for Master D----- had lately had her learning of Dolcett, and entering a forum on-line of that. He had told her they might do some role-play scenes of that fetish.
"Let's see what you've got! the bearded man said, gesturing, "Your tits!"
Anna quickly unbuttoned and opened her blouse, proudly displaying her beautiful globes, with their stiffly aroused nipples.
"Mmmmm! Very nice!" as he reached to pinch and pull her left nipple, then leaned to suckle the right.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes humiliated and delighted to be handled this way by a complete stranger, but loving that touch.
"Let's try that 'lip service'!" he said, straightening up, "I presume you can find it!" still pulling on one tit.
Coming back from her pleasure, and opening her eyes, Anna knelt in her priapic worshipping position, unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and underwear, to get at the obvious bulge there, proud that she had been the cause. A beautifully formed prick, only about seven inches long, but over two thick, sprang out to greet her. She reached and gently stroked its hardness, then kissed the helmet head. The lovely girl then looked up at him as he watched her, smiled a radiant smile of gratitude, for being granted the honor, then stretched her lovely lips around it, tickling the head with her tongue.
Again that shiver of happy humiliation swept through Anna, as she took all of it in. she paused for a moment to savor the aroma given off by the pubic hair of a complete stranger, and the wonderful new flavor. It stretched her mouth to its maximum, but she proudly began bobbing, making saliva to lubricate, and flicking with her talented tongue the head on every stroke.
Suddenly he stepped back, and Anna nearly fell forward, as she lunged, trying to hold on, but she lost it.
"What was that number dear?" he asked, politely, as he reached down to steady her.
"Uh! 555-5155." she mumbled, licking her lips to resavor the taste of her recent felatrix fun, then trembled at the possibilities his asking that evoked. She gazed hopefully up as he keyed the numbers into his cel, and reached up to caress that member, to keep it stiff.
" I have your property here at the mall, she has a wonderful mouth," Anna heard him say, after a very short intrval, during which she imagined she heard a phone beep in the distance. "Yes, she says I need your permission for more," pause, "Well, thank you very much sir! Yes, I'll show her." He then brought the phone to her view, as a text message appeared.
PHOENIX-DO EVERYTHING HE TELLS YOU! EVERYTHING!!!
She saw the code word that proved it was from Master D-----, then smiled that fabulous smile up at the man, acknowleging him as Master.
"Im Gene, by the way dear, if that matters to you, let's have you nude and on the table!"
"I'm Anna Marie." she said, as she hastily removed her wrap around mini, and blouse, placing them neatly on one table, laying back on another, legs wide and welcoming.
"Lovely!!" he said, gazing at her beautiful, clean shaven pussy, then leaning to taste it.
"That's not necessary Mister Gene!" she gasped, using the secondary Master title, enjoying the touch of his tongue.
"It is for me!" he responded, then flicked her clitoris with his tongue.
He pushed that tongue inside, then circled the lips back to the clit, then repeated it over and over, stopping only to nip that clit gently with his teeth, suck on it, as it grew, then resume. Anna had been so used to being the one giving the pleasure, that it was thrilling to be only recieving. So thrilling that she came. He seemed to savor her juices for awhile, then stood and rubbed the head of his prick along the lips and over her clit. Seeing him bare, she suddenly cried,
"Didn't Master tell you to use protection?!"
"He specifically said it wasn't needed this time." was his calm answer, as he slid his thickness into her warm, welcoming wetness.
It stretched her wonderfully, and she reveled in its thickness, about the girth, she realized, usually described of the spits in the Dolcett stories. Still, she wondered at the meaning of that, 'Wasn't needed', but knew she must argue no further.
Anna cried out her pleasure, moaned loudly, for a while, then went utterly silent, holding her breath as she quivered in orgasm, those troubling words forgotten. As she finally gasped for air she felt him spurting inside her and, hazily, wondered why that seemed important.
The Tenderizing
As he withdrew, Anna suddenly realized they were no longer alone. Men, at least ten of them, mostly masked, were crowding around her. As he left her, the bearded man gently kissed her lips.
"I'll be back," he murmered, "Enjoy all these!"
Then another prick, this one long and thin was sliding into her. Happily, Anna fucked back at it, using all her skills, then came as he was cumming. The next man used her cunts droolings to lubricate his cock, then pushed into her asshole. Mask or not, Anna recognized this one as Mister C--------, one of Master's regular users of her, and gave him a welcoming squeeze, then reveled in the humiliation of being screwed that way for all the other's to see. As he came inside her, she realized, even in the sexual haze of her own orgasm, that he too was, for the first time, bare.
Anna had little time for rational thinking, as prick after prick emptied sperm into her but, in one such moment of semi-clarity, wondered if that was somehow connected to Master making her enema herself out and have nothing to eat before going to the mall. She had thought that very odd, at the time, but as she felt, what she recognized as another regular, Mister P--------, begin to fuck her, had a flash of insight.
"They did that in the Dolcett stories!!" which quickly faded away, beneath the urgency of another orgasm.
The next transition was a little slower than the others had been, giving her a moment to look around. She saw she wasn't the sole girl there. The beautiful, petite, exotic looking, mixed race Roshawna, from up north, was on her knees fluffing three cocks, getting them hard and keeping hard, for Anna. Another thick prick then stretched her sphincter, this one a stranger, but also uncondomed, she knew, as he spurted.
She wasn't counting, but knew that some of them must have done her more than once, having felt two other regulars twice. Then, the silver bearded one, Gene, was in her again, his thickness filling her other orifice.
"Have you guessed - pant -, what's going to happen - pant - dear?" he asked, as he fucked.
"N- No, should I have been trying? I haven't had much time to think!"
"Pant - pant, are you totally obedient for everything?"
"Yes! Everything!!" she vowed, then joined him in orgasm.
She didn't sense him quickly leave her, but even through her sexual haze recognized the cock that now filled her pussy. Opening her eyes, as she gasped for breath, she sigh and smiled,
"Oh Master, I knew you were here!!"
"Did you Anna? And will you still obey, to the letter, any order I give you?!"
"OH! Yes Master, it's what I'm for!!" emphatically.
"Then," he said, with a smile, "Welcome Roshawna as your replacement, and ask these chefs to cook you, as our feast!" gesturing toward that beauty, who stood nude with head bowed, and two men clad in chef's whites.
Anna was stunned by this demand, but hesitated only a few heart beats, due only to her sexual feelings of his fucking.
"Welcome into my position Roshawna dear, you are an excellent choice by Master D-----!" she said, bestowing her radiant smile.
There was another pause, as she and Master D----- climaxed as one, then,
"Please do with me as Master desires." addressing the chefs, gracing them with no less charm.
Cuisine
As the two men began rubbing garlic and oregano scented butter all over her beautiful body, Anna recalled Master and his friends discussing doing simulated Dolcett scenes with her, and some speculated the real thing, and how she might taste. Though she didn't want to die, she completely understood that she was not heterosexual nor homosexual, but rather, subsexual. Her very existance was slavery, doing exactly what others wanted, having no say in what happened to her, so it didn't matter if it was play or real.
As they finished basting her, one of the chefs pushed a probe humiliatingly and painfully deep into her ass, then pulling it out, tested it with chemicals and announced there was nothing but high protean cum. Then a thick tube was eased in there and something began pumping in.
"I'm actually being stuffed!" she thought, "Just like in the stories!" as first waves of new humiliation washed over her body, followed by waves of orgasm.
This filling continued until the chef with his hand on her belly ordered it stopped.
"We don't want your loveliness marred by an unsightly bulge, as you roast." he explained to her, smiling.
They then helped her to her feet, upon which she still wore her tall, 'Come Fuck Me' stilettos, and across to the barbecue pit, which now glowed with coals. Next to it, she now noticed, was a foot high platform, from which protruded vertically, a thick shaft with three cross bars and a hinged open box at its top.
"It's the spit designed by that man up near San Francisco, who was to write a story of this!" Anna gasped in delight and terror, "Master had it built for me!!"
Understanding what was expected of her, Anna gingerly stepped up onto the platform and removed her shoes. She backed up to the ass hook on it, which she saw had been adjusted pefectly to her height, went up on tip toe, and slid herself down upon it, setting it firmly, six inches deep inside her, then spread her lovely legs so the chefs could snap her ankle cuffs on. She held her arms wide so they could bring the cables on each side of the upper cross bar under her armpits then back up, to secure her shoulders. Then her wrists were brought down to the central cross bar and into the cuffs there. As oneof the chefs was helping get her hair into the fire proof box on top, in which her head now nestled, she felt the other slipping the ten inch mechanical dildo into her already creaming pussy, then turning it on. The vibrations and the hydraulic thrusting of the thing felt fantastic, going at a rabbit like pace no man could match, but again it became hard for her to concentrate. This was, of course, part of its purpose.
Then the chefs had stepped down and Master D----- was there smiling. He leaned in and kissed her luscious lips, giving her tongue, sucking on hers, for a very long time, then stepped back, bringing the lid down over her face and securing it. He checked that the fresh air pump was on and looked over and saw that the camera inside was picking up her face, which was now really showing the effects of that dildo.
"Are you recieving voice and picture?" he asked into the mike on his lapel.
"Oh, yes Master! I look wonderful, don't I!" she answered in sighing, moaning tones, on the verge of orgasm again.
From the hot coals, and from the stuffing, she knew that this was to be real, but was too sensually involved to care. Nearer and nearer the orgasm came as nearer and nearer she was carried to those coals. The most stunning climax of her life hit her at the same moment the blasting heat began to sear her satin fleshed loveliness. An instant before that she had heard her Master give her his final order,
"You will be very delicious, slave Anna Marie!!"
And she obeyed!
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