Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 7 (Christina Hendricks, Bianca Beauchamp Emily Rata)

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Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 7
Starring: Christina Hendricks, Bianca Beauchamp

Themes: Slave Training, BDSM, Mystery/Suspense

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.

This series is dedicated to Psylent21. The idea and celeb choice were his. If you would like your own series with your celeb of choice and ideas written by me, check out my Patreon.
Before reading this chapter, I strongly recommend going back and reading the previous chapters. If you are coming here and have only read the first or second chapters, you won't know what the hell is going on. Find the other chapters here: Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3,Pt. 4 and Pt. 5, Pt. 6



Stomping sounds echoed down the hall, beyond the barred metal doors that had been locked shut over an hour ago. Anyone who may have been walking through the long corridors would have heard the faint noises of heels stomping loudly across the grey, concrete floor. One would have to be up close to the steel doors to hear the other sounds occurring in the training room. Chuckles in hushed tones and the sound of a man grunting were audible, echoing from beyond. Bianca Beauchamp stood proudly with a smug grin across her puffy pink lips. The fluorescent tube lights shining down from the ceiling created glares across the curves of her black latex outfit. Her vivid red locks of hair appeared brighter due to the light. She stood tall in her black high heeled boots. Her black corset and skirt were the final pieces of her mistress outfit.

Latex outfits were reserved for only one resident of the Miracle Light Inn. Bianca had long risen to her rank of mistress several years prior to meeting Christina Hendricks. She had endured many a night in these same cells and was subjected to training regimes Christina was soon to be subjected to. As she planted her left hand on her hip, she clutched a black riding crop in her other hand. The corset was complete with a row of buttons from the middle with the top button undone; it allowed her enhanced G-cup breasts to spill out. They may not have been real in comparison to Christina's massive rack, but that was of no concern to Bianca. She found it amusing how similar they were as women, despite the differences in their careers. The one thing they had in common besides the pride in their bodies all had to do with this room. Christina was continuing her slave training, just as Bianca had been put through the same trials several years ago.

Another grunt from a male voice was heard. Brent's face was scrunched up as he stood on the opposite end of a table. Bianca licked her lips as she gazed down at Christina's exposed, wet cunt. The busty actress was unable to pleasure herself thanks to the restraints her hands were currently in. Christina was laying across a table, padded with a black leather surface. Her legs were locked in stirrups on one side and her arms also locked in a similar device. With her arms and legs spread out, Christina's head dangled upside down from the edge of the table. The collar was still locked around her neck where it belonged but with it's chain removed. Her long orange hair flowed down with slight curls. No makeup covered her face, unless someone wanted to count the strands of drool that hung from her face. Her master Brent stood in front of her, still grunting as his cock was lodged down the back of her throat. With her eyes closed, Christina sucked vigorously as Brent throat fucked her in this position.

The thought of her past had been forgotten in the following days of sexual training. Christina relished in this new lifestyle, playing into her own lustful fantasies. She was trained in the art of sucking cock, all for the pleasure of Brent and any other master he brought with him. He would never admit it, but Christina knew that he had feelings for her. Even if those emotions were purely about treating her as his new slave. Christina was not just working to impress Brent. She could hear the soft moans that Bianca also made as she stood close by. Occasionally, Bianca would stomp around in her heels. That made Christina believe that the mistress was trying to mute her own cries of pleasure. This situation had to be giving Bianca her own lustful cravings. Whatever it was, Christina was unbothered that she could not touch her pussy. She had learned how to push Brent over the edge, all by concentrating with her lips and tongue, rather than using any other part of her body.

"God! Damn it!!"

Bianca began to giggle at Brent's words delivered between groans. She flashed her teeth, giving him a sinister smile. He did not see it since his line of sight was focused on Christina's throat. Every time he pushed his cock down her throat, Brent could see the movement of muscles in her neck. Christina had proved that she could suck not only the entire length of his shaft, but also his heavy balls. They rubbed against her nose due to the position with her head hanging from the edge. Bianca stomped her way around the table, just in time to watch Brent shove his balls into Christina's mouth.

"Oh my god, you didn't."

Loud giggling was heard after a faint gasp from Bianca's voice. She could not believe Brent pushed his balls into Christina's mouth. Her cheeks became enlarged due to this. The longer Bianca gazed down at that sight, she began to lick her lips. She raised her other hand to pat the riding crop against her palm.

"Ohhhhh, yes! Oh, yes I fucking did!"

A delayed response from Brent was more than enough to make Bianca shake her head. They were both listening to the slobbering and gagging noises made by Christina's mouth. Despite having his cock and both balls stuffed between her lips, she did not choke. This was yet another display of Christina mastering her skills at deepthroat. Brent had joked last night that he could bring in a porn star to compare to Christina. That would not matter, since the actress had been professionally trained in the past week. When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, a sign of relief was heard. Christina kept her eyes shut as saliva dripped from her upper lip, flowing down both sides of her nose and to her forehead. Brent made sure to grip his wet, sticky balls and rub them against her forehead. He dried his right hand by rummaging his fingers through her hair.

"Well, that was something. I think you're having a little too much fun today, sugar."

Brent ignored Bianca's words as he moved his right hand across the edge of the table. A black knob controlled the elevation by turning up and down. With a few twists, he slightly lowered the table. This was good enough for him to spread his legs and slide his slobbery, wet shaft between Christina's giant tits. Bianca gasped at this sight. If Christina had raised her head, her eyes would have seen his buttocks directly above her. She felt his sweaty hands press her breasts together, trapping his cock between them. Christina gritted her teeth and inhaled loudly as she opened her eyes. A strand of drool dangled from her forehead before finally breaking off and falling to the floor below.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah..."

Her voice was low and hoarse. Christina's throat ached from all the deepthroat training she had endured. It felt like a lifetime ago since she last had a cock stuffed between her busty tits. Not since before she had a collar locked across her neck. Now she was experiencing that wonderful pleasure from an odd angle. Brent was the first man to fuck her tits like this, completely upside down. Christina licked her lips as she felt that hard, thick cock driving between her tits. Unable to move her legs or hands, Christina balled her fingers into fists and shook them around. That was enough to make Bianca laugh at her struggling.

"Oh, poor you. You wish you could touch yourself right now, don't you?"

Christina whimpered to the mistress taunting her. Bianca wrapped her fingers around the riding crop and began to slide her hand up and down. She waited until Brent looked her way and then she smirked. The sweat dripped down his face as he continued to buck his hips, driving his cock back and forth between those perfect tits. Christina opened her eyes to view the room upside down. She focused on the metal bars ahead of her, studying the shadows as she whimpered and cried in pleasure.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh god. Fuck my tits, master! Keep fucking them!!"

Gritting her teeth again, she snarled and growled her moans. The one thing driving Christina insane was being unable to watch his cock move between her tits. She could feel every inch of it, as well as hearing the squishing sounds made by her pale skin and his wet cock. Brent was in heaven. He was grinning wide, flashing his teeth at Bianca as put Christina Hendricks' famous rack to work yet again. This was better than the first time he fucked her tits, all due to current situation. It was more than having a collar locked around her neck. Brent had a new slave to train, one he had hoped to get from the first night he met her. Christina continued to moan. Her voice grew louder with each cry she made.

"Yes! Yessssss!! Fuck my tits, master! Fuck those tits like you own them and give me your cum!"

Unable to control her urges, Christina gritted her teeth again. She could feel every inch of Brent's hard cock still pumping back and forth between her breasts. Her pussy was on fire and yet she could not touch herself. What good was a mistress if Bianca was not going to help her? The least that other woman could do was finger her. How could she stand there and look at her pussy but not touch it? At that moment, Christina could not control herself any longer. She screamed at Brent, beginning a verbal speech of filth.

"I'm your whore! I'm your filthy, big titty whore!! And I want to be covered in your fucking cum! Give it to me! Cum all over my fucking face!!"

She knew he had to be close to reaching that point of no return. True to her senses, Brent stopped thrusting and moved his hands off her tits. He withdrew his cock by slowly pulling it up and watching the tip rise from the valley between her mountains. For a brief moment he hovered directly above Christina until taking a few steps back. Her head was still hanging upside down, giving her an inverted view of his cock directly in front of her face.

"Give me that cum! Give me all of it!!"

Brent snarled as he gazed down at Christina's face. His right hand was stroking his cock at a slow pace as if he did not have a care in the world how desperate she wanted his cum. To answer her demands, he spit directly in her face. Two strands of saliva landed on her right cheek. Christina blinked her eyes in shock. Bianca stomped her heels to join Brent around his left side. The mistress had no intention of missing this moment as his face scrunched up again. Brent grumbled as his cock erupted within the grasp of his hand. Christina closed her eyes just in time to avoid a thick wad of cum that splattered into her right eyelid.

"Take this cum! Take it, you fucking whore!!"

Christina opened her mouth and revealed her tongue. His cum pelted her messy face with a thick wad over her forehead dripping into her hair. She could hear Bianca moaning as she continued to observe.

"Oh yeah! Give her every last drop! She is a nasty whore that wants it!"

As if Brent needed any further encouragement, he found himself blushing at Bianca's words. She always had a way of cheering him on that would make him nearly drop his guard. The final wad of his cum missed Christina's face entirely and landed on her neck, coating her with a pearl necklace. Brent exhaled deeply as he watched her eyes blink. Bianca finally dropped the riding crop to the floor as she stepped closer to the table. Christina sighed in relief when she felt the locked restraint across her right wrist come undone. Bianca knew to unlock all restraints and free her while the cum and spit dripped from her face. Brent stepped aside from Christina without uttering a single word. He was done playing with her for now.

"Look at you. You're wrecked."

Bianca stated the obvious, completing her words with a smug laugh. Christina waited until her legs were free from the stirrups and finally leaned her head up. She pressed her hands into the padded surface to sit herself up and let out a sigh. The warm cum and spit dripped down her face. After exhaling a deep breath, Christina gazed back at her mistress.

"You looked like you were having a lot of fun."

"I was."

Christina replied in a snarky tone as she ran left hand fingers across her face collecting some of the cum. She could feel Bianca's cold gaze focused on her messy face. Brent was somewhere in the room, though she could not see him from the corners of her eyes. It did not matter to her anyway. Christina knew that after this session she would be getting a shower and a trip back to her cell for the night.

"You better be prepared for tomorrow. You've sucked enough cocks by now to prove yourself worthy of the next series of tests."

As Bianca spoke, Christina closed her eyes and sighed a breath of relief. She knew that her training was about to enter a new phase. Brent had told her that much before this session began. He made one subtle hint to what awaited her by mentioning her ass. She had come this far learning new ways to use her mouth. The next trials that awaited her had Christina considering the new possibilities of using her body for pleasure. Throughout these trials she had lost track of time. How many days had passed since she first entered the dungeon were lost on her. The only thing she focused on was her own lustful feelings. Christina was confident in her own abilities that soon enough, she would rise to some higher position from the slave training. The latex outfits and commanding presence Bianca presented had given her a new goal. Some day, she was going to own the title of mistress after succeeding as Brent's slave.

The door was heard opening behind her. Christina remained sitting on the table as her master quietly left. Now she was all alone with her mistress. At least she had experienced the pleasure of a tittyfuck despite the fact it was not in a traditional position. Christina felt somewhat relieved since so much time had passed since the last time she had a cock lodged between her breasts. Bianca curled her puffy lips into a mischievous grin as she focused her eyes on the busty actress. Now that they were alone, Bianca had several dirty tricks in mind to show her slave. The first order of business was to quietly guide Christina from the table and across the room. A small table sat untouched from the far left side of the room. Christina did not think twice, as her mistress guided her to bend over on the table. The cold, leather surface was felt against her stomach.

"Make yourself comfortable, dear."

With the stool pressed against her stomach, Christina's giant natural breasts hung from the front. They were in clear view, ready to wobble and shake if she were to be fucked in this position.

"Are you going to handcuff me in this position?"

That question made Bianca laugh. The mistress stepped behind her, stomping loudly as she replied.

"I wasn't going to. But since you asked, I think I will. You can still use your hands to pull your ass cheeks back, can't you?"

"Use my hands to do what?"

A sigh was heard from Bianca's voice before she brought her right hand down, spanking Christina's ass with authority. The smack and moan that followed after it echoed loudly in the room. Christina got the message and moved her hands to her ass cheeks. She immediately pulled them apart, revealing her dark little hole to her mistress.

"Oh, look. You actually do listen when someone spanks you hard enough. Do you have a problem with authority, Christiana?"

Bianca teased her in a low voice. She already knew the answer to that question, or at least how she assumed Christina would respond.

"No, mistress. I have no problem following orders. I am sorry."

"An apology, how sweet. Sometimes I think you want to impress more than you try for Master Brent."

Swallowing her breath, Christina was unsure how to answer back at that claim. She kept her hands pressed on her ass cheeks. She assumed that Bianca wanted to see her asshole fully exposed.

"How do you like my ass, mistress?"

"Mmmmmm, it's pretty. But I think it would look better with something shoved up it."

Now Christina knew what her mistress planned to do. She bit her lower lip, anticipating just what device she was going to use on her ass. To show that she wanted it, Christina slightly shook her ass. Bianca did not react to this as she slid the metal cuffs around Christina's wrists. The right one was locked first, then the left. The chains to her wrist cuffs were just long enough for Christina to maintain this position, still spreading her ass cheeks. Closing her eyes, Christina braced herself. She had no idea what Bianca planned, at least for now. A strap-on dildo was more likely, judging by her previous interactions with the mistress.

"I have a question for you, slave."

"Yes, mistress?"

"Pick a color? Do you want something black or red shoved in your ass?"

"It depends on what you're using. Is it a dildo?"

Bianca cleared her throat loudly. Silence fell for a few seconds, only to be interrupted by the sound of her palm striking Christina's bum hard.

"I'm the one calling the shots here. I get to ask the questions. You give the answers to those questions. So what will it be, slave? Red or black?"

"Make it black."

A slight chuckle was heard from Bianca. A few steps were heard in passing seconds, then Christina gasped as she felt something cold and solid poking into her ass hole.

"Just relax..."

The mistress spoke to her softly, still pushing the solid object into her ass. Christina moaned, following the advice. She knew better than to tense up in a moment like this. Whatever this device was, it did not entirely feel like a dildo, but she had to assume that's what it was.

"Are you about to fuck my ass, Mistress?"

"No, I'm just warming you up for a little session. Don't worry about your ass right now."

"Does that mean I can move my hands now?"

Once again, Bianca laughed at her words.

"If you want to move them, fine. It's not like you can move them far."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

That last remark did not amuse Bianca. Christina felt as if they were sharing a casual conversation together. It displayed her level of trust and comfort in the presence of her mistress. Bianca moved in front of Christina, casting a shadow across her. When those big blue eyes gazed up, she could barely see Bianca's face in the middle of those giant, enhanced F cup breasts from a distance. A sinister grin ran across the mistress' puffy lips.

"Have you ever eaten pussy before, slave?"

"Not exactly."

The smile quickly turned to a frown on Christina's face.

"Not exactly? The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just being honest. I've never eaten pussy, mistress."

"I think it's time to change that and who better than me to be your first."

Christina had to wonder if Bianca had picked up some kind of attraction between them. So far, they had a different kind of bond together as mistress and slave. Christina moved her eyes, gazing at the wet folds of Bianca's juicy cunt. The other woman had so casually removed her black thong quietly that Christina did not notice until now. Bianca was wet, ready for someone to give her pussy some much needed attention. A small line of dark hair was visible just above her clit, offering a hint of what her natural hair color may have been before the bright red hue became a signature look. Bianca stepped closer, bringing her left hand down to run her fingers through Christina's light red locks. The actress closed her eyes at the scent of fresh, wet cunt. She reopened them seconds later, now gazing into the wet folds of Bianca's pussy as it was shoved into her face.

"Take your time. If you're a good girl, I might give you a reward later."

The first experience of anything was always unforgettable. Christina would have never guessed that her first time eating pussy would happen in a locked dungeon with her hands cuffed behind her back. Life could be amusing at times. Between her own thighs, Christina felt a burning sensation she was unable to tend to. She kissed the folds of Bianca's juicy pussy and slithered her tongue in. The chain connected to her wrist cuffs rattled, as she desperately pulled at them. The feeling of her ass plugged with a device was little more than a distraction. If only she could finger herself while doing this.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah. That's it. Take your sweet time. The first taste is always the best. I'll know if you really like it."

Ignoring her mistress' words all together, Christina closed her eyes and focused on eating Bianca's pussy. Her tongue shook from within as she thrust it slightly. Bianca caressed her hair, tapping her index finger on Christina's head as a way of showing admiration. That was all Christina needed to feel to know she was doing her job so far.

"Keep going. You're doing well for a newbie."

Slowly, she continued to thrust her tongue in and out of that juicy cunt. Bianca spread her legs out further, offering more access for Christina. Her tongue ventured deeper, shaking rapidly inside Bianca. Christina was impressed by this taste. She had often wondered in the past what kind of experience this would be like. An attraction to another female was hard to ignore at times, but came in odd places. Never would she have guessed that she would have her first time in a place like this. Bianca moaned and exhaled a deep breath.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah. I think that's enough now."

Bianca pulled away from Christina, forcing her tongue to withdraw from her cunt. She rubbed at her clit before smirking.

"So how was your first taste of pussy?"

"Wet and hot. I quite liked it."

"Quite the difference from sucking cock, huh?"

"Yes, a major difference."

The mistress giggled at those words. As Christina hung her head from the table and gazed down at the floor, she heard the thunderous booms of Bianca's heels. She turned around, showing Christina her own ass.

"Why don't we put your mouth up to another task, shall we? I can tell from looking at you that you've never rimmed a woman before."

There was no arguing with that. Christina gazed up at the firm roundness of her mistress' thick booty. It wasn't as impressive as her own, so she liked to believe. Throughout time, Christina had always prided herself on her breasts. It was a strange feeling to be looking at another woman's ass and thinking about her own. Bianca pulled her plump cheeks apart, showing the small passageway that led to her dark little hole. Christina closed her eyes as her face was smothered with ass. She raked her tongue down the crack, quickly finding her dark little hole and wiggling the tip of her tongue inside. Delighted at this action, Bianca gasped in excitement.

"Ohhhhhh, yes! I don't even have to tell you what to do! There you go, tongue it. Tongue it like a good whore!"

She wanted it. That was why Christina did not wait to be ordered on what to do next. Bianca's ass cheeks were cold, still rubbing against her face as Christina darted her tongue through that tight dark hole and wiggled it from inside. Bianca arched herself, resting her left hand on a hip and sliding her tight hand to her pussy. She played with her clit, all while Christina kept herself busy rimming that beautiful, thick booty. As Christina continued, she was suddenly startled by the sound of the door opening and stomping feet.

"Look what we have here. I came back just in time for a show."

The voice belonged to Brent. Christina had forgotten about her master after he departed. She stopped wiggling her tongue, keeping it inside of Bianca's ass.

"Never mind us, we're just experimenting."

"Oh, really? Don't let me interrupt you then."

Bianca laughed at the playful sarcasm Brent gave her. Through their interactions, Christina could easily guess that they had a long history together. Did Bianca ever serve Brent through the same training process? That was one question she hoped to ask her mistress some day. Brent caught Christina's attention by spanking her ass hard. The strike made her jump.

"All plugged and ready to play. Let's see how stretched out this ass is now."

Was that the reason that Bianca placed a plug in her ass? So Brent could pull it out and give her ass a proper pounding? That would be too easy. Christina knew he had something else planned, all while her pussy was on fire. She wiggled her tongue within Bianca's ass while rattling and shaking the chain connected to her wrist cuffs. She was so desperate to touch her pussy. If Brent wanted to help her by any means, he would fuck her right here, right now. Her ass was already put in proper use. Focusing her attention on pleasuring her mistress, Christina kept her eyes closed. She suddenly felt something hard and warm shoved against that butt plug causing her eyes to open wide. The last thing she expected was for Brent to stretch her ass hole further by pushing his cock in, alongside the plug.

"You are so bad! Naughty man!"

"I am, ain't I?"

Bianca and Brent both laughed together. Never in her wildest dreams did Christina believe she would find herself in a position like this. A cock and a plug shoved into her ass, all while her tongue was lodged into another woman's buttocks. Bianca shook her ass, just to make sure she had Christina's devoted attention. Muffled moans were the only thing audible from Christina's voice as her face remained buried in Bianca's ass. Brent's cock moved slowly, thrusting back and forth against the butt plug. His thick meat fought for room in Christina's already occupied backdoor as he fucked her. He used one hand to grab at the chain connecting her wrist cuffs. His other hand slapped the left cheek of her ass.

"Ohhhhh! I love watching you spank sluts. Go on, give her a good one!"

Such words to encourage him were met only with a chuckle. Brent did what he wanted without anyone telling him otherwise. Christina felt his free hand grip one of her ass cheeks, squeezing hard as he continued to drive his cock in her ass. His fingers to his other hand let go of the chain between her cuffs. He found a rhythm in this slow speed, groaning in pleasure.

"I want my slave to talk to me. I think she's had her face in your ass long enough, Bianca."

"Very well. You're the man after all."

Christina withdrew her tongue from Bianca's ass hole shortly before the mistress stepped forward. A loud cry followed a grunt as she gritted her teeth.

"You sound like you have something to say. Go on and spit it out."

"I want you to fuck me, Master! My pussy is so wet, I can't take this anymore!"

Brent began to laugh. Christina's tone of voice reeked in desperation with nearly every word spoken in a cry. Bianca and Brent both knew just how badly Christina wanted to be fucked. Her pussy had been neglected all this time, driving her into a lustful madness.

"What's the matter? Too scared I'm gonna stretch your ass hole out? Is that what you're so worried about, slave?"

With that line he delivered a few deep, hard thursts into Christina's ass.

"No! I know you can stretch it out! But I want to be FUCKED!! Put in my pussy, please! Please, Master!"

She was willing to beg just enough to tell Brent that he had won. Christina did not think twice how much that would stroke his ego. He came to a complete stop, allowing her to think just for a few seconds that he was about to pull his thick cock out of her ass. Christina closed her eyes as she felt the butt plug come out of her ass. Brent dropped it to the floor with a loud thud. Now he had full access to ram his cock all the way into her ass, causing Christina to bite her lip and pur. Bianca watched Christina's breasts begin to bounce and slap from the edge of the table. Brent gripped her ass cheeks, digging his fingers into her firm, pale skin as he continued to buck his hips. Over and over, he pounded every inch of his huge cock into Christina's thick ass.

"It's time to begin your training to become a true anal whore. Take it all!"

"OHHHHHHH, GOD!!"

Christina immediately clenched her teeth after yelling cries of pleasure. Her voice echoed loudly in the small room. She snarled and growled before screaming again.

"FUCK ME, MASTER!! SLAM THAT COCK IN MY PUSSY!! FUCK ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM!! I NEED TO BE FUCKED!! I NEED IT SO BAD, YOU HAVE TO GIVE IT TO ME, PLEASEEEEEE!!"

No matter how loud screamed or how much she begged, Brent was not going to give in to her desire. Christina kept her eyes closed, screaming louder with each passing second. The sound of his balls slapping against the undersides of her thick booty was barely heard through all the cries. The pace became faster for a few seconds before he abruptly pulled his cock out of her ass. For a brief moment, she wondered if he was going to finally put his cock where she wanted it. Christina could hear the groans and grunts he made before she felt a splatter of cum dropping onto her back. Her eyes opened at the feeling of more cum splattering onto her back. Thick strings coated the left side of her back, dripping across her muscles. So that was how he was going to finish, by making a mess on her back. Christina pouted, whimpering as she saw Bianca's eyes glaring at her. The mistress smiled so smugly. It was that face Christina expected to see in her dreams later tonight.

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1 DAY LATER

Through silence, Christina could hear the sound of her own breathing with her eyes closed. After an intense day of training, she was back on track the next day. She had her usual routine waking up in the early hours of the morning, a shower and then breakfast. The time must have been shortly after the AM hours, in the heat of the afternoon. Whatever the hours were, Christina had a gut feeling that at this time of day she would be home if she was not working. It was easy to imagine herself bored in the living room with nothing to occupy herself with. Those days were over now as she found herself shackled in cuffs and chains. Her arms were spread out, hanging from chains connected to her wrist cuffs. Behind her was some kind of strange wooden post with rings for chains, spreading her arms out like a crucifix.

Standing in front of her was Christina's mistress. A sharp smile ran across Bianca's face as she gazed down at her slave. Another latex outfit made for today's uniform. Bianca wore a bright red dress, complete with buttons at the top that were undone to reveal her giant tits. Her feet were pushed in a pair of black high heel pumps, visible with her legs in fishnet stockings. No outfit was chosen for Christina. As soon as she was escorted to the room, Bianca commanded her to strip naked. Now the actress was on her knees, eyes still shut as she was hanging by the chain pinks attached to her wrist cuffs. The wooden post was connected to another one that went up to the ceiling. Bianca chained Christina down just to keep her somewhere. Across the room was a wooden table with the mistress' tools of the trade spread across the surface. Christina could barely make out the many devices due to the position on her knees.

She figured that this would only be temporary. Near the table was a padded stool, similar to the one she had used yesterday. Christina knew that within time, she would be bent over that table soon. The only thing her mistress had told her upon arrival was that today would be one of pure anal training. Yesterday was only a hint of what trials awaited her. Brent was not in the room right now, but Christina knew better than to underestimate a potential surprise. Even when he was not there, his ruling presence was still felt. As she slowly opened her eyes, Christina could feel Bianca's eyes on her. She gazed up from the moment she saw a shiny spot of her latex outfit. That sinister smile Bianca made was beginning to feel familiar to Christina. She reacted to the sight by raising her head submissively and giving her mistress a curious look.

"Are you ready to become the biggest ass whore from Hollywood?"

With her eyes locked on her mistress, Christina swallowed her breath. She nodded, feeling the cold metal of her collar rub beneath her chin.

"Yes, Mistress."

Bianca turned around. For a brief moment, Christina saw her ass hidden beneath the ends of the short latex skirt. A chain was heard dangling as she grabbed something from the table. When she made the short trip back, Bianca hooked the chain to the front link of her collar. She undid the wrist cuffs, freeing her as she then used the long chain as a leash to guide Christina to that small stool. Her instincts served her well, as Christina accurately predicted she would soon be taken to that stool. Bianca bent her over after pulling the chain hard enough to choke her. Christina moaned at the feeling of the steel digging into her skin. The leather surface of the stool felt cold, rubbing against her stomach. Bianca did not unhook the chain from her collar, allowing it to dangle freely to the floor. Christina moved her hands behind her back and spread her ass cheeks out in preparation.

"Oh, look at that. You're quite eager to get fucked in the ass today."

"Yes I am, Mistress. I'm ready for whatever you throw at me."

Laughing loudly, Bianca's voice echoed in the room with a sinister tone.

"I like your attitude. We'll soon learn if that's confidence or arrogance."

That last remark was enough to make Christina drop her smile. Bianca saw right through her act. She may have been horny today, but it was a whole other question if she could truly handle the test that awaited her. Despite this, she kept her ass cheeks pulled apart to reveal her dark little hole. Bianca stepped over to the table and grabbed a pair of wrist cuffs. Christina caught a glimpse of them from the corner of her left eye.

"You're really gonna cuff me again while I'm using my hands?"

Bianca giggled.

"Yes. Don't want your hands getting tired from this. Soon there will be something shoved in your ass where you won't need to use your hands."

Christina sighed in frustration. Bianca laughed at her reaction as she locked her right wrist first. The cold, metal touching her arms was a reminder of the collar still locked around her neck. Her fingers spread across her plump ass cheeks, still keeping them pulled apart. Once Christina's hands were locked in, Bianca returned to the table. Her heels clacked loudly across the concrete floor as Christina sighed. She wanted to say something, but was unable to think of anything. Bianca did not seem like the type of woman who wanted to indulge in meaningless chit-chat. This situation was reminiscent of a doctor's appointment. The silence and nervousness reminded Christina of those small rooms. Bianca's heels ended her short daydream as she stepped directly behind her. A shadow cast across her body, barely visible on the floor.

"Here we go, whore. Let's see how you like this."

Bracing herself, Christina closed her eyes. She felt something round shaped push through her dark little hole. As it pushed deeper, she felt a second round thing drive into her ass.

"What is this... thing?"

Like before, the mistress laughed.

"I take it you have no experience with anal beads?"

Swallowing her breath, Christina let go of her ass cheeks. The chain holding her wrist cuffs rattled as she rested her arms to the side. This made Bianca laugh again.

"I... I've heard of anal beads, but I've never used them. Or had them used on me before."

"There's a first time for everything."

The third ball of the strings pushed into her ass. Christina could feel the other two sinking deeper inside her. She closed her eyes and raised her neck. When she tried to move, the chain rattled loudly.

"Oh my god. I've never felt anything like this before."

Her confession satisfied Bianca to continue pushing in another round shaped bead. After the fourth one, Christina tried to move her hands around. Her eyes were open wide, gazing at the dark concrete wall facing her. She cried out in pleasure, unable to see the wide grin running across her mistress' face. The fifth bead was enough to begin breaking Christina's will. She clenched her teeth together and grunted loudly while balling her hands up into fists. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled and squealed out. Little did she know there was one last bead to go.

"How do you like that? Are you feeling like a complete ass whore in training?"

"Ah! Yes, Mistress! I don't know if my ass can take anymore."

A smile came across Bianca's lips.

"Nonsense, whore. You simply don't give yourself credit."

Bianca stated as she pushed the final thick bead past her pink muscle. Exhaling another deep breath, Christina decided she was not going to allow this device to break her. Bianca's words had encouraged her to try harder. Maybe she really wasn't giving herself enough credit so far. She imagined the other women before her who had been through this training. How many of them had their spirits broken from anal the beads alone? The longer she thought about this, the more wet her pussy became. Christina was lustful, hungry for more. She untwisted her fingers and embraced this moment of pleasure as Bianca kept the beads pushed into her ass.

"That's much better. Think of how many cocks you could have pounding that ass if you believe in yourself. With an ass like this, you're built for handling more than one."

Christina moaned. There was truth to Bianca's words. The more she thought about it, she could picture herself not only handling more men, but wearing them out. Her body was a temple of pleasure and she had the assets to drive a man crazy. Or even a woman. She thought differently about that now after yesterday. The taste of her mistress' cunt was still on her mind. Bianca stomped her heels back to the table and grabbed another device. When Christina glanced in her direction, the mistress held the object out. She wanted to see the expression on Christina's face and the actress did not disappoint. Eyes widening, her lower lip fell at the sight of what looked to be some kind of butt plug with some tubing attached to it. Bianca's right hand held a squeezable pump while her left held the deflated red plastic.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Do you really think your eyes are deceiving you?"

A question answered with a question left Christina speechless. No, her eyes were not deceiving her. The device Bianca held was indeed an inflatable butt plug. For a brief moment, Christina forgot about the anal beads despite still feeling them stuffed into her ass. Bianca stepped her way behind Christina and began to slowly pull the beads out, one at a time.

"I can't believe you're about to blow that thing up in my ass."

"This is how all the girls down here are trained to be perfect anal sluts."

"Right."

That one word response from Christina made Bianca laugh. She was still pulling the anal beads free as she responded.

"If you want to earn your collar, you're going to have to let me see how big we can get this toy."

A new idea came to Christina's mind upon being reminded of the collar locked around her neck. She had not put much thought in the possibility of having the collar changed by now. She remembered her first night in the hotel upstairs and when she witnessed that woman in the music lounge wearing one. The metal steel was plain, cold and a basic design. Just thinking about having a fancier collar was more than enough motivation for her to try her best in this situation. When the final anal bead plopped out of her ass hole, she bit her lower lip and purred a soft moan.

"I'm ready, Mistress. Go ahead and stick it in."

Closing her eyes, Christina bit her lower lip when she felt the deflated dildo shoving into her back door hole. It pushed deeper before Bianca stopped and grabbed the pump. The six inch toy was firmly planted between her cheeks ready to train her. A sinister laugh was heard from her voice.

"Here we go, whore. I'm gonna stretch your fucking ass hole with this blow up cock! Mmmmm, let's see how big it gets!"

The excitement in Bianca's voice would have scared Christina any time before she made the choice to become a slave down here. No feelings of fear crossed her mind as she found herself eagerly anticipating this moment. As Bianca began to squeeze the pump, Christina moaned at the feeling of the pump inflating in her ass.

"I can feel it."

Bianca giggled.

"You haven't felt anything yet."

Her reply ended with the pump squeezed again. Christina twisted her fingers, almost balling them into fists as she felt the plug inflating in her ass. It was pushed so deep into her booty, she was beginning to have wild fantasies. Her pussy was neglected much like yesterday, leaving it to accumulate more wetness as time passed by. Bianca looked onto her big pale ass as she proceeded to squeeze the pump once every few seconds. The plug continued to inflate, now stretching her ass hole visibly from the outside to the point of where Christina had previously pulled her cheeks apart. Crying out, Christina opened her eyes. The chain dangled from her collar, shaking around as Christina moved her head.

"You like that? You like having this cock blown up in your ass, whore?"

Bianca taunted her as she continued to squeeze the pump. Mercy was not something she would show her obedient slut during this training session. There was a difference in the way Bianca handled Christina compared to Brent. The master was more strict, playing the dynamic of having her serving him. As a mistress, Bianca could relate more with Christina. They had a mutual understanding of sharing lust. It was easier to motivate the actress with her image alone. Some day, Christina would wear similar outfits and carry a riding crop to be used on her own slaves. It was a dream she was determined to achieve the longer she was down in this dungeon. Gritting her teeth, she growled for a moment. Christina exhaled and then began to laugh at this feeling.

"What's so funny, whore?"

"All of this! I guess you can say I was scared for a few seconds. Now I think it's funny as hell."

The mistress did not see her reaction as a way of taunting her back, but that did not mean she would give mercy to Christina. Squeezing the pump some more, Bianca gave her best efforts at inflating the plug at full size as Christina continued to laugh. Something inside her was waking up as her pussy had now become soaking wet.

"Ohhhhhhh, I can feel my ass stretching out. Mmmmmmmmm, I think I'm prepared to get rammed by a big fucking cock."

Her voice shifted into a seductive, lustful tone as Christina spit out words of pure filth. She had let go of all previous thoughts. Nothing mattered to her right now except her own pleasure. Years had gone by and she never put her ass to proper use like that, instead focusing on her breasts as weapons of pleasure. Bianca had inflated the plug as far as it would possibly go. The bulging rubber had stretched Christina's ass out properly. The actress imagined if Brent was here, he would probably try to push his cock into her ass at the same time. He had already proven yesterday just how easy it was to stretch her ass out. Now she was beginning to fantasize about having him pound her in the ass with that huge cock of his. With her eyes closed, she could almost feel it. Her pussy was on fire, unable to hold back any desires at this point. When she opened her eyes, Christina screamed.

"FUCK!! You have no idea how bad I want to be fucked in the ass right now, Mistress."

"Oh, what's that I hear? Are you eager to become a Hollywood anal whore?"

"No, I want to be the PERFECT anal whore! If I can handle this thing you're using, just imagine the possibilities. No men down here will be able to handle me."

Taking a deep breath, Christina wanted to laugh. She felt the intense heat of her lust building up and needing to be released. Gritting her teeth, Christina snarled as she felt Bianca begin tugging at the inflated dildo. The device was fattened so much by the pump, it was impossible for Bianca to thrust it in and out of her ass. She at least tried, until Christina pulled her ass cheeks apart with her cuffed hands. That was the only thing she could do. Unlike yesterday, she had no intention of touching her pussy. The only part of her body she was focused on right now was the booty. Bianca toyed with the plug and pushed on the inflated plug as deeply as she could in her ass.

"I want more! MORE!!"

Snarling and screaming, her voice was no doubt heard outside this room and down the dark halls. Christina's legs began to shake, causing her boobs to wobble and the chain from her collar to begin shaking. Bianca's eyes became enlarged as she grinned, flashing her teeth deviously at this wonderful sight. Christina had reached an orgasm, all from the pleasure of her ass being stuffed. The impact had caused her natural juices to splatter onto the concrete floor below. That would be a stain worthy of keeping as a reminder of a successful training session. Bianca was so pleased and proud of her slave, she began to clap her hands.

"That's what I like to see. You've made quite the display of your true self. You don't have to hide the fact you are a whore down here. I can tell just how bad you are wanting to be pounded in the ass now."

Out of breath, Christina swallowed her breath. She bit her lower lip and whimpered soft moans. Bianca's heels were heard loud and clearly as the mistress walked a counter-clockwise circle around the small stool. She began to speak while walking.

"Like I told you before, you simply don't give yourself enough credit. When you're chained down or handcuffed from behind, you don't need to waste your time thinking about the restrictions. Think about what you can do."

After observing her slave from all angles, Bianca stepped behind her. She twisted a valve to begin deflating the plugg to make it easier to pull out of her ass. Christina opened her eyes and sighed in frustration. She thought about Bianca's words. The chains and cuffs had restricted her movements in a frustrating way. Despite this, there was still something she could move properly. Still biting her lower lip, Christina purred as she shoved her hips back and forth. After a few tries, she was pushing her ass back to make that deflating toy pump in and out of her booty.

"Look at that. You've learned how to throw it back! That's how you work that ass, whore."

Clapping her hands again, Bianca smiled widely. She was proud to witness Christina learning something new with her body. Finally pulling the deflated toy out of that stretched ass hole was enough to make Christina stop and sigh. Despite having such a hard orgasm, she was still horny and wanted more. It would take far more than some toys to satisfy her lustful cravings. By this point, Christina was beginning to realize that her desires would not be cured today. The training would need to continue in hopes she would get treated with some proper ass fucking by a man.

"I want more, Mistress. I want a new collar too."

"Oh yes, I would say you've earned a new collar. That's if you're asking me..."

Pausing for a moment in her speech, Bianca let out an exaggerated sigh.

"But your Master is the one who has the key to your collar. You can't just get it from impressing me. You need to give him a reason to believe you deserve it."

Exhaling deeply, Christina gazed at the wall. She did not make a disappointed reaction. She could have guessed that Brent would have a say so in a new collar.

"You earned one thing though from me. I'm going to let you watch a show tomorrow. Your master and I will be fucking a whore together. Isn't that sweet?"

Bianca moved in front of Christina. She leaned down to make eye contact with her.

"Your Master told me all about how you squirmed around in your cell watching Emily Rata-whatever her name is get fucked like a rag doll. This time around, you get to be the only member of the audience. I'm even going to give you the best cell in the room, front row and center."

Pressing her lips against Christina's, Bianca initiated a loving kiss between mistress and slave. Christina closed her eyes and slithered her tongue into Bianca's mouth to turn this cute moment into one of passion. When the kiss ended, Christina replied.

"So my reward is to watch Master destroy Emily a second time around?"

"Yes and no. This time, he and I both are fucking a girl named Emily, but not the same one. Emily Deyt-Aysage is the name of this whore."

"Never heard of her."

Bianca laughed.

"Neither have I. But your master says that she takes it up the ass like a champion. That's worth watching, isn't it?"

Chuckling to herself, Bianca patted Christina on the head. Her left hand grabbed the end of her chain, ready to pull her up from the stool. She was done with this training session, but Christina did not feel a sense of relief or achievement. Tomorrow was already on her mind, just knowing she would have to watch another fuck show. Since that was tomorrow's plan, that was another day to scratch off before she had another cock. Maybe that was a good thing, as she would need time to prepare for another test. At the same time, Christina wanted more. Her desires could not be answered solely by the touch of her hand. A toy may do wonders, but that is only a temporary solution to satisfy her. She needed a man. Any man, whether it be her master or one of his men to fuck her in the ass.

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1 DAY LATER

The steel door slid shut, locks clicking into place. Christina felt the cold metal around her wrists. Her mistress stayed true to her words by locking her in another cell in a large 'audience' room. Or so Bianca described it. Brent would have likely given her a different explanation. It appeared to be the same room that she was chained in before, but Christina was unsure. Strange symbols were painted on the walls several lifetimes ago. They were now faded, with fragments of circles that almost looked like inverted pentagrams. At least that was the impression she had from the lines that had faded away. Other symbols were too faded to make out, leaving only the gray texture of concrete blocks on the wall. Christina paid the symbols no mind as she focused her eyes on the mistress walking back to the center of the room.

Today was a special privilege for her. Besides finding herself the sole audience member of a fuck session, Christina would be a witness to Bianca in action. It was one thing to experience the action of her toys and playing the role of her submissive slut, but a whole other thing to watch it with her own eyes. Before she was shackled in a set of wrist cuffs connected to both walls, Christina was stripped down. Bianca plugged her asshole with a thick, shiny black dildo. It was her choice of device, giving her a little bit of mercy after how Brent had used something in her pussy for the last show. The wrist cuffs spread her arms out, flexing them into a wide V. Her hands were not the only part of her body to be chained. A small link in the floor held a chain that easily attached to the ring in her collar. One may find it a bit excessive, but not Bianca. She noted to Christina that she liked to see a slave properly chained up.

With her back turned to Christina, Bianca began to slowly undress. This was another privilege for the slave to witness her mistress in all of her nude glory. The latex queen stripped a shiny, black latex bustier from her body. Bianca's booty was impressive, but Christina felt she had a better one. Her slender legs appeared to have muscles. When she turned around to look at Christina, Bianca grinned. Her stomach was exposed, revealing a silver navel piercing to go with her muscular abs. Only a black thong covered her pussy, matching the loose black bra that currently contained her enhanced G cups. She waited to reveal them, all to slide her thong down and step out of it. A small strip of hair was visible above her vulva lips. Christina quirked her eyebrows, impressed at the sight of her mistress' womanhood. It was a strange feeling to be attracted to another woman, but she did not deny the emotions.

There was no sense in fighting the feelings aroused within her. This was not the first time she had seen that pussy. The sight of it gave Christina a newly found level of excitement. Bianca finally pulled her bra off to free her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she dropped the bra to the floor and stepped out of her thong. Christina grinned at the sight of Bianca's tits. It was easy for her to imagine pressing her own tits against hers. Brent had yet to enter the room, leaving Christina to daydream fantasies with her mistress. Bianca stepped out of Christina's sight from the right side of the room. Due to the wrist cuffs, Christina could not grab hold of the steel bars and try to look in Bianca's direction. The dildo lodged in her ass could still be felt. Christina took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The silence came to an end when the door opened across the room. Chains were heard rattling with the stomping of feet.

"There's the man in charge."

Bianca spoke to Brent, then giggled.

"And there's my dirty little slut. Are you ready to get fucked today?"

Another laugh was heard in Bianca's voice. Christina sighed in frustration that she could not see any of them from her cell. Here she was on her knees, arms spread out from the wrist cuffs, and all she could do was concentrate on the toy shoved up her ass. It would have been nice to at least be able to touch herself. Emily Deyt Aysage pulled her robe free, exposing her nude body to her master and mistress. Her long, orange hair was eloquently done, with wavy locks flowing beyond her shoulders. Below her face was a steel collar, not unlike the one Christina had locked around her neck. A chain was attached to Emily's collar, now dangling freely between her plump, natural DD tits. Her cunt was freshly shaved in preparation for this event. Bianca was proud to see those wet folds already soaked in fresh dew. That was enough for the mistress to know that this girl would be screaming for her. Brent removed his robe while Bianca grabbed her black strap-on from a wooden table near the door.

Three figures entered Christina's line of sight. She struggled, moving her hands around in the wrist cuffs as she tried to get a better look at the girl. Emily did not pay any mind to her surroundings. Not once did she glance around to study the cells across the room. The small pieces of décor were nothing for her to focus on. A black mat covered the floor in the center of the room, making it the perfect place to fuck. No pieces of furniture or other things were in the way. What Christina was about to witness was pure lust shared between a master, mistress, and loyal slut. Emily was led by her chain as Brent walked her like a pet. Christina expected him to at least glance in her direction. A smug grin on his face would at least be nice to see. Now she did not know what to think about how he was ignoring her for another woman.

"Shall we begin, master?"

Emily's voice had a distinctive English accent. Her blue eyes locked onto Brent's face as she anticipated her order. Christina bit her lower lip, focusing on the plug in her ass as she listened.

"And you too, mistress?"

Bianca grinned at the slave addressing her. She stood next to Brent after adjusting her strap-on to cover her pussy. From where Emily stood, Brent was to her left and Bianca to the right. Without being ordered, Emily dropped to her knees and grabbed Brent's cock with her slender hands. She ignored her mistress entirely, all to focus on the real dick requiring her attention. Emily wrapped all of her fingers from both hands around his length and began to wank at a slow pace. Brent took a deep breath and nodded at her. In his right hand, he gripped the chain attached to her collar. Christina sat there with her eyes focused on the action in the distance. No words were spoken by anyone as Emily took her time twisting her fingers around Brent's cock. She removed her left hand once she felt his size thicken within her grasp. Once he was at full length, she parted her lips and kissed the head.

"I think this little whore is hungry. She hasn't sucked cock in weeks."

Weeks!? Christina found herself hanging onto that final word spoken by Bianca. Just how long had Emily been down here? Time was something that was completely lost on Christina by that point. It could have been days, weeks, or even months. She did not know anymore, nor did she care. While it would be nice to feel a cool breeze of fresh air blow across her face, Christina had other things to worry about. One way or another, she was going to get a new collar in the following days. Sitting there quietly, she kept her eyes focused on watching Emily now sucking Brent's impressive cock. Slobbering noises were audible as Emily kept her eyes locked on his face. She squeezed her lips around the length and bobbed her head up and down.

'Mmmmm, mmmmm'. Emily finally closed her eyes in deep concentration as she bobbed her head up and down. She pushed her hands over her breasts, as if to prepare them for a tittyfuck in the following seconds. Without the use of her hands to wank his shaft, Emily was able to concentrate on deepthroating. As she sucked, Bianca watched with her right hand placed on her hip. The mistress licked her lips upon hearing the first gagging and slobbering sounds. Emily had worked hard at developing proper deep-throat skills. Brent gave her the same stern faces he had given Christina throughout the week. It was all too familiar for the actress in her cell. Moaning to herself, Christina hoped to at least distract them with her voice alone. Emily was still hard at work, bobbing her head up and down. The sucking and gagging noises became louder, echoing in the room.

"Suck it all the way down, whore. Show your master what I've been teaching you."

Emily opened her eyes, gazing up at Brent as she kept her hands pressed against her breasts. She closed her eyes while pushing his length into the depths of her throat. A gagging sound was heard before her lips were buried into his pubic hairs. She maintained her position, only choking briefly. A smile ran across Bianca's lips when she heard a slight grunt in Brent's voice.

"I take it you're impressed with her? What do you think?"

He did not reply at first. Brent kept the same stern face that Emily would witness when she reopened her eyes. Bianca had told her to do a silent count up to ten seconds before even thinking about releasing his cock from her lips. Emily counted up to sixteen seconds before finally extracting his cock from her mouth. Saliva strings broke off, dangling from the corners of her mouth and breaking away. She took a deep breath as more saliva strings broke from her open mouth back to his shiny, saliva-soaked dick. Brent finally turned to Bianca and replied.

"Watch this and then I'll tell you what I think."

Brent tugged on the chain as a way of hinting for Emily to open her mouth wide. She waited for him to use his free hand to guide his cock onto her tongue, then she squeezed her lips around it. Bianca licked her lips and tapped her fingers across her hip as she watched Emily close her eyes. Brent placed his free hand on her head, only to hold her in place as he began to thrust his cock further down her throat. Emily opened her mouth wide momentarily, all so he could feed his cock further down. A groan from his voice was heard. Emily gagged as she opened her eyes to briefly gaze up at the face of her master. When he began to thrust forward, she closed her eyes as he began to fuck her mouth.

"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH!!"

As the sounds of throat-fucking filled the room, Bianca became excited. She clapped her hands together, cheering him on.

"Oh, yeah! Skull fuck her!!"

His fingers dug into Emily's orange hair to maintain a grip. Brent grunted as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. Slobber and drool leaked out the corners of her mouth.

"GWAK-KAH-KAH-GWAK-GWAH!!"

More incoherent sucking noises echoed loudly in the room. A string of drool broke off from the left corner of Emily's mouth, falling to her tits below. This was almost amusing for Christina. Here she was watching another woman take a rough skull-fucking, rather than having it for herself. That only made her want the same treatment now. Emily handled his aggressive manor well, sucking his cock as best as she could as it throttled in and out of her mouth. She gagged, choked and drooled on his cock. Brent pushed her all the way down, just to show the mistress that she could take every last inch of his powerful cock. He held her there for several seconds. Bianca silently counted up to seventeen seconds before he finally pulled her hair to release his cock. Emily breathed heavily as Brent counted the several saliva strings dangling from his cock back to her open mouth. It was five total after the sixth broke off and dangled from her chin.

"It looks like the little whore has improved a great deal in sucking cock. I'm impressed."

Brent smirked after Bianca spoke.

"One month of hard work."

A month, he said. Christina felt something click in her mind. Just how long had she been down here? There was no real answer to that question since she had lost count. Maybe this girl entered training before her. Maybe not. The only thing that mattered was the show she was about to witness. Brent yanked the chain to pull Emily up to her feet. Bianca moved behind her. Christina just sat there behind the bars, staring at them as she recognized the position they were beginning with. Brent was facing Emily and had to help pick her up. Bianca wrapped an arm around the model's waist, raising her off her feet. Brent let go of the chain, leaving it dangling across Emily's right shoulder. She braced herself for this moment as Bianca made the necessary adjustments to push her strap-on dildo into Emily's tight ass. A faint gasp was heard in her heavy British accent.

Christina's eyes were still glued on the model as she watched them make this position possible. It was easy for her to imagine herself there. To be sandwiched between her master and mistress—what a delightful treat. Christina knew her tits would be pressed into Brent's hairy chest, allowing him to feel her erect nipples. They were hardened just by this sight alone. The strap-on dildo pushed into Emily's ass was a reminder of what Christina currently had lodged in her own dark hole. What could she do besides remain here bound in chains? The last time she witnessed a show like this, Christina made sure her presence was known by all the moans and screams she made. She felt differently this time around as she gazed at the model. Another faint gasp was heard when Brent's cock slipped into her pussy. The gasp turned into a scream of pleasure. That was only the beginning of what would soon be heard echoing throughout the large room.

"Oh my god! Ohhhhh my god!! Ohhhhh, OHHHHHHHHH!!"

Emily closed her eyes as she threw her arms around Brent. His hands cradled her ass cheeks, spreading them out to aid Bianca in thrusting that dildo into her ass. Emily swallowed her breath as she continued to breathe heavily. Brent began to buck his hips, driving his cock into her pussy. After he thrust, Bianca did the same. Emily was caught in between, feeling one thrust after another as she fell into an ecstasy of pleasure.

"FUCK!!"

Her British voice echoed throughout the room, possibly heard by anyone outside the door. Christina kept her eyes focused on the action, still envious that she was not experiencing this pleasure. Bianca and Brent went slowly at first, but within a few minutes, they were thrusting harder and faster. Emily's breasts began to bounce and sway as she gritted her teeth. Brent grinned at her.

"You look like you've got something to say."

Bianca began to giggle at Brent's taunting of Emily. He raised his right hand to grab her by the chin. His fingers pushed her lips into an O shape. She tried to grit her teeth, only to fail and open her mouth wider.

"Talk to me, you fucking whore!"

He let go of her mouth, allowing Emily to scream in his face.

"FUCK ME, MASTER!! FUCK ME!!"

Satisfied with her words, Brent nodded and placed his hand back on her ass cheek. Bianca laughed again. She found such joy in bringing the dirty side out of a slave like this. Christina focused her sights on the action of her mistress' black dildo pumping in and out of Emily's ass. An idea formed in her mind after noticing how Emily could not move between them. Christina rolled her hips to thrust the butt plug in and out of her ass. She pouted in frustration. The chains had made this difficult, but she saw no need to give up so soon.

"OHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH GOD!!"

Emily gritted her teeth and growled loudly. Her moans became animalistic as it became evident she was barely hanging on from this pressure. Brent stepped back and snatched his cock out of her pussy. That was the cue for Bianca to quickly set the slave back down on her feet. A new position was imminent. Bianca bent down and grabbed the chain. She shoved Emily to the floor. She fell on her hands and knees. The collar dug into her neck as Bianca pulled it hard. Brent stood in front of the girl for a moment before he stepped around Bianca. The chain changed hands from mistress to master. When Brent stepped around, Christina expected him to at least glance at her from inside the small cell. Ignoring her was enough to enrage her. Christina closed her eyes. She was going to focus on her own pleasure since he was not even going to pay her any mind with a watchful glance.

Rolling her hips, Christina managed to push the dildo back and forth in her ass. She pressed her hands against the cold, dirty walls of her cell and used them to maintain her balance. Brent's voice could be heard in the distance, but Christina ignored him entirely. She did not want to focus on any words or the sound of her mistress giggling. That was one of the reasons she kept her eyes closed. Her concentration could not be disturbed right now. Christina had successfully tuned out the action, as if it truly were noise coming from a television. Taking a deep breath, she continued to roll her hips. The toy was pumping back and forth in her ass with each movement she made. Sliding her hands down slightly, she tried to raise her head. The chain began to clank together until it halted her movements. That caused Christina to open her eyes and witness the new position.

Bianca was lying on the floor with Emily atop her. Brent held the chain, tugging on it hard as he was directly behind the model. His cock pumped in and out of her ass in a fast pace. It was Bianca's strap-on pushed into her pussy. Christina missed them creating the position all together. Now she was watching the model press her palms down into Bianca's enhanced breasts, just to elevate herself further. The chain from her collar dangled as Brent showed no signs of stopping his movements. Again and again, he bucked his hips to slam his cock in and out of that ass over and over. Christina's eyes became enlarged upon watching this moment. Emily's arms became weaker with each passing second. Her eyes were closed as Bianca laughed in her face. If not for Brent holding the chain with such strength, she would have collapsed onto her mistress.

"Look at you, whore! You can barely handle this kind of pounding from your master!"

Grinning up at her, Bianca tugged on the girls nipples. Her sweaty fingers twisted on the right nipple as she spoke again.

"What makes you think you can challenge a mistress like me?"

Brent grunted and groaned, still thrusting his cock in and out of Emily's ass while Bianca taunted her in a slow speech. Emily moaned and panted between the words. There was something about the words and stern manner Bianca spoke in that had an effect on Christina. She found herself becoming more turned on while also fantasizing about walking in that woman's shoes some day. Bianca inspired Christina in ways she would have never imagined. Some day she was going to stomp the halls of this dungeon in leather boots and carry the title of mistress. Just like Bianca.

"FUCKKKKK!!"

Unable to handle anymore. Emily's eyes opened wide. Her arms finally collapsed, but she maintained the sitting position thanks to Brent pulling at her chain. She could not hold herself back any longer from the orgasm that had been building all this time. Christina was impressed that the girl had managed herself in two positions so far. Brent came to a halt and pulled his cock out of her ass while Emily's legs shook. Her inner walls tightened around the strap-on dildo still inside her cunt. Bianca grabbed Emily's hips and began to raise up. Brent stepped back and tugged on her chain, digging the collar into her neck to choke her. Christina watched the dildo slip out of Emily's pussy, resulting in gushing juices to squirt onto Bianca's stomach. Emily maintained herself, stepping on her feet directly behind Brent. Christina guessed from his body language that he was testing the girl. His eyes observed her movements.

Brent wanted to see if she still had the strength to stand after such a hard pounding. She needed a moment to catch her breath and stand up straight. The master let go of the chain, allowing the metal links to rub against her back. That was a quiet gesture from Brent to tell Emily she was off the leash momentarily. She bent her legs and fell onto her mistress. Bianca pressed her elbows into the floor, leaning up to watch the slut as she felt her warm tongue graze across her smooth skin. Emily licked her own juices, leaving wet spots on Bianca's skin. The mistress rewarded her by patting her on the head, as if she were a loyal pet. Brent stood there and watched as he cleared his throat to get Emily's attention. After she finished licking Bianca clean, she grabbed the chain and glanced beyond her left shoulder. Brent grabbed it after Emily offered him the chain. He immediately pulled her up to her feet, standing before him.

"Do you want to fuck me again, master?"

Emily's words were spoken so obediently. She lacked the snark that Christina would have felt like dishing out at him. Emily had the stamina and strength to withstand more than a single orgasm. Still in her cell, Christina returned her focus to the dildo in her ass. She was still bothered that Brent did not bother to even glance in her direction. It was almost like an insult to be ignored like this. Christina was now more determined than ever to keep the dildo thrusting in and out of her ass. A line of sweat was visible from her forehead, no doubt the product of her chained lust. Closing her eyes again, Christina listened to Emily moan again.

"Oh, yes. I would be honored to be fucked like a whore again. I am a whore who wants nothing more than to serve you. Your bloody whore who loves to get pounded in the arse."

"Why don't you tell your master all the rude things you said about yourself to me yesterday?"

Bianca giggled loudly. Christina did not let it distract her. She continued to work her hips, still moving the dildo in her ass. The palms of her hands had become sweaty, sliding off the concrete walls and now dangling from the wrist cuffs once more.

"I'm a filthy slut. A dirty whore. Your nasty slag."

The last one made Brent and Bianca both laugh together.

"I do love an English whore who knows how to speak pure filth. It's been a long time since I heard a voice like that down here."

Clearing his throat, Brent spoke again.

"Now get back down on all fours where you belong."

Just like that, his tone changed from complimentary one second, then back to complete authoritarianism the next. Christina kept her eyes closed, still hearing the chain rattle. By this point, she had given up on her master paying her any attention from within the cell. If he was not going to bother at least looking at her, then Christina no longer cared about this show. Only her own pleasure mattered. That was something Bianca would know. Only the mistress could predict the behavior of her loyal slaves. Raising her head again, Christina rattled the chain from her collar and groaned. She could hear the sound of them moving around and then the smacking sounds that followed after a loud moan. Emily was screaming loudly as someone was busy pounding her from behind. Christina could not care less who was doing the pounding. A loud spank echoed through the room, and yet that was not enough to get her attention.

"Spank her again! She's been a bad whore!"

His hand came down again, striking a red mark on her bum. Two red hand prints were visible across her ass cheeks. The red marks were bright across her smooth, pale skin. He was not done spanking her yet, as his hand came down for another hard spank.

"OHHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"

Yet another spank sound was heard between loud moans from Emily's British voice. The commanding voice belonged to Bianca, encouraging Brent. Christina refused to be distracted. She spread her legs out further, trying her best to keep moving the dildo back and forth. 'Mmmmmmm', a purring moan, was heard from her voice as she bit her lower lip. Emily's moans became a symphony of screams. As the fucking continued, Christina was more turned on with each passing second from listening to them alone. This experience had turned into something else, as she felt being the sole member of the audience was the only way to truly enjoy it. With her eyes shut, she imagined herself eavesdropping on an unsuspecting couple. That was another lesson learned today, expanding her list of devious kinks. Still biting her lower lip, Christina rocked the dildo before finally losing control. She slammed her knees into the concrete floor, pushing the toy deeper into her ass.

Panting and heavy breathing could be heard from Emily and Brent. Another position had to be made, but Christina kept her eyes shut. Nothing could disturb her from this moment on as she worked herself to try and have an orgasm, all without the use of her hands. Bianca had helped her prove that it was possible to experience such pleasure from her ass. Brent could be heard groaning and grunting. Christina thought she heard words from Emily, pleading and begging for his seed. Whatever words the British model spoke were lost on her. Through deep concentration with her eyes still shut, a breakthrough was finally reached. She gritted her teeth, snarling as her legs began to shake. Her moans transitioned into animalistic growls as Christina opened her eyes wide at the feeling of her climax. Her juices splattered onto the concrete floor, undoubtedly making a puddle that would leave a stain. Out of breath from the orgasm, Christina gazed forward to what appeared to be an empty room. Her mistress stepped in front of the cell, stomping her heels loudly.

"Oh, my... Look at you."

A wide grin ran across Bianca's lips. The strap-on dildo had been discarded minutes ago, and she slipped on a thong. Her left hand fingers curled into a fist, resting on her hip. In her other hand, Bianca dangled a ring with the key to Christina's cell. Their eyes met as the shadow of bars cast across Christina's pale white skin.

"That's twice now you've managed to give yourself an orgasm without the help of a man. Are you proud of yourself, whore?"

Yes, mistress. I am always proud to serve."

Her reply came without hesitation. Christina had lost all track of time due to her deep level of concentration. It did not occur to her that Brent or Emily had left the center of the room. She did not care if they were still there to watch her leave the cell. Bianca slid the key into the slot and unlocked the door. As she reached into the cell to finally unlock the wrist cuffs, Bianca spoke again.

"I've got a real test for you soon. I think you're ready to put that ass to use. We'll see if you've become a true anal whore."

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1 DAY LATER

Another day of training was in order for Christina in the afternoon. By this time, she had become used to waking up on a fixed schedule in the early morning. The cold water spraying on her face from a shower head was more than enough to wake her up most days. That could not be said for today's event at hand. Christina was wide awake after the experience she had yesterday with Bianca and Brent's show. Before she was escorted to another training room, Bianca briefed her on the situation. The mistress informed her slave that she would be meeting an 'old friend'. It became apparent just who that friend would be when Bianca mentioned it was a young man who loved her ass. If she had to make a list, one man would be at the top of it. She did not expect her master to be here today, but there was always a chance he could enter the room.

She stood against the wall, hands cuffed behind her, with her naked, voluptuous body on full display. Bianca put the cuffs on after commanding Christina to drop her silky white robe to the floor. The mistress was in full uniform today. A black latex corset and matching skirt covered her body. Her breasts looked as if they were about to pop free, with only one button hanging on for dear life at the front. What Christina admired the most about her outfits were the boots. There was something about the knee-high latex boots that showed a level of authority that Christina craved. Some day in the future, she reminded herself. Today was not that day. Bianca commented that Christina had a certain look of pure, lustful hunger in her eye. From one woman to another, they understood each other when it came to that feeling. Christina could imagine the same level of determination Bianca once had during her own training.

If her guess proved correct, Christina expected Hunter to walk through the door. He was the man she remembered who favored her ass over her breasts. Memories of that one-night stand from only her second night at the Miracle Light Inn came back to her mind. It felt like a lifetime ago at this point. Before she had discovered the truth about the hotel and the underworld lurking beneath the floors. She was a different woman now. Christina felt as if she were evolving and expanding in her sexuality while still enduring these trials of lust. If it was Hunter who wanted a piece of her ass today, she was going to give him far more than he expected. The only thing that could hold her back today would be chains and shackles. Standing there against the wall, she felt calm and collected. A high level of confidence was enough to boost her spirits. Chained or not, Christina was going to unleash her inner lust.

Across the room was a mirror shoved against the wall and a black mat on the floor. Christina figured that the mat would be used for the action. What was the purpose of the mirror? She could have asked Bianca, but there was no need to spoil a surprise. The longer Christina studied the room, she figured that the mirror was there so she could witness a reflection of herself. That was a funny way to make up for the show she had to witness yesterday. A wooden table was on the opposite side of the room, containing only a riding crop and three bottles of spring water. Bianca offered a bottle to her slave. Christina accepted the gesture. Since her hands were cuffed behind her back, Bianca had to hold the bottle to her lips. She stepped up, rubbing her latex-covered chest against Christina's bare tits. The actress closed her eyes and swallowed several gulps of water, drinking half the bottle before Bianca pulled it away. For a brief moment, Christina got to witness her breasts being pushed against Bianca's. The latex outfit felt cold against her skin. This moment was only temporary, as the door suddenly opened.

"Hello handsome."

Bianca greeted the man before he stepped in. Christina turned to see if her suspicions were proven correct. She knew that face all too well, with the black mustache and wavy brown hair. His dark eyes gazed in her direction as the door quietly shut behind him. Hunter wore a black robe. The same one from Christina's initiation. He smiled at Bianca before replying.

"Hello, Mistress B. I see you've been keeping busy lately."

"I'm always busy, hun. You know how much I like to work my sluts down here."

Hunter laughed at that remark. Bianca stepped aside, allowing him a proper entrance towards Christina. He stood face-to-face with her and offered a smile.

"So, we meet again."

Her eyes locked on his as she began to speak.

"Did you miss me?"

His lips curled into a smile, flashing his teeth. Christina spoke in a low, seductive voice. She did not notice a chain dangling from his right hand when he entered the room. Hunter raised the metal links and locked one into her collar. The chain fell between her huge breasts until he grabbed the end of it and tugged forward.

"Not wasting any time, huh?"

Bianca smiled after speaking. Hunter blushed at her.

"No point in beating around the bush. I've been waiting for this all week. I still remember that first night I met her."

His eyes turned to Christina as he stepped backward, still tugging on the chain to make her walk with him.

"You remember that night, don't you?"

"Oh, yes. How could I forget? You wanted to spend the night fucking my ass."

He grinned at her.

"That's right."

Christina felt eager to taunt him some more with those dirty memories.

"I still remember the mess you made on my tits with that hot load."

"Of course you remember that. You were so proud to have that cum dripping all down your tits."

She nodded at him as he came to a halt. Hunter raised his left hand, pointing at the floor. It was a quiet gesture for her to assume a position on her knees. The handcuffs made it difficult for Christina to keep her balance. Slowly and carefully, she lowered herself down on her knees. The chain links dangled back to his right hand. Her big blue eyes were still gazing at his face as Hunter withdrew the robe to reveal his naked body. He alternated hands, now holding the chain with his left hand so he could use his dominant hand to stroke his cock. Christina just sat there on her knees, watching him obediently. She figured he would want his dick sucked before the real action. He may even decide to fuck her mouth since she was still handcuffed from behind. Christina did not say a word, nor did she break eye contact as he stroked his cock until it grew to full length.

"I want a blowjob."

Hunter spoke in a stern tone to order her. Christina nodded, but she was not going to address him as her master.

"Yes, sir. I'll suck your cock."

Christina opened her mouth wide, parting her tongue to tease him. Hunter smiled and guided the head of his pole onto her tongue. She licked it before squeezing her lips around it. Sucking cock while handcuffed was easy for her by this point. 'Mmmmm', a muffled moan, was audible as she began to bob her head up and down, sucking half the length of his shaft. Hunter stood there, staring into her eyes as he watched her suck him. Christina was curious how assertive he would be in his position of control. He did not strike her as a proper, dominant master like Brent. Whatever the case, Christina concentrated on sucking his cock. She took her time, savoring the taste and bobbing her head up and down. Her eyes never left hers as she felt Bianca's cold gaze studying her movements. Hunter took a deep breath and began to moan. Those cries of pleasure told Christina she was doing a good, proper job from her knees.

Any moment now, she expected him to take control by yanking the chain or dropping it to use both hands and fuck her face. Hunter did not do this. He remained standing there, looking smug, as she continued to passionately suck his dick by the inch. Her eyes were still locked on his as Christina played the role of an obedient whore. She knew Hunter was living in a moment. To have a Hollywood woman like her handcuffed and collared on her knees, sucking him off as he held a chain. There was no telling how much of an ego boost that had to be for him. After closing her eyes, Christina had only one thing she could do that did not require eye contact. She pushed his cock to the depths of her throat, taking it as deeply as she could. Her lips were buried in the long strings of his pubic hair. Christina maintained herself, feeling the head of his shaft poke the back of her throat. She did not choke or gag in this demonstration of her new, improved oral talents.

"So what do you think of that, Hunter?"

Bianca spoke as he grunted. Christina could not see his scrunched-up face as she kept the entirety of his shaft between her lips.

"Is she not the best Hollywood cocksucker you've ever met, dear?"

A loud grunt was heard in his voice. Hunter finally hauled the chain hard. His cock withdrew from her mouth, with thick ropes of saliva flowing back to her lips. Christina opened her eyes, gazing up at him with a devious look. Bianca knew from that facial expression that Christina was hungry for more. Hunter stepped back, alternating the chain in his hands. He held his right hand out to Bianca.

"Give me the key so I can take off her handcuffs."

Shocked at this request, Bianca quirked her eyebrows up.

"Are you sure you want to uncuff her?"

"Yes. She needs to be able to be on all fours if I'm gonna be fucking her."

Christina and Bianca looked at each other for a moment. No words were needed, as their facial expressions told each other what was about to happen. Christina knew that with her hands free, she could take control regardless of whether she was on all fours or not. She was ready to turn the tables on Hunter and show him the new woman she was becoming. Bianca slid her right hand between her busty tits, fetching the key between her fingertips.

"I'll handle this, dear."

Bianca winked at Hunter. She knew that by uncuffing Christina, she was going to be freeing a whore to some extent who could turn the tables on him. It was that look in Christina's eyes. She focused her blue hues back at Hunter's face, glaring at him in such a way that he almost felt intimidated. Bianca leaned down and unlocked the handcuffs. Once her hands were free, Christina pressed them into the mat below. Hunter swallowed his breath and, in a panic, pulled at Christina's chain hard. She moaned at the rough tug he gave it, pulling her up from her knees. Hunter managed to choke her with the chain.

"Turn around and assume the position."

He spoke in a low, stern voice. Hunter offered just enough slack on the chain for Christina to obey his command. She did not hesitate to fall down on her hands and knees. She pressed her palms against the cold surface of the mat and gazed forward into the mirror. The chain dangled directly above her back. Hunter curled some links of the chain into his hand, ready to use it as a proper leash. Christina's eyes wandered up to the mirror, studying the expression on his face. Despite the chain, Hunter looked nervous. Christina could sense his fear, no matter how hard he tried to play it off. Her eyes drifted to gazing back at her own reflection. Christina waited to feel his hands pull her ass cheeks apart and put her gaping dark hole to use. Bianca could be heard stomping around in the room. Christina ignored the presence of her mistress entirely. She suddenly felt his cock rubbing against the wet folds of her cunt. Christina bit her lower lip as he slid in.

"Wrong hole."

Christina bit her lower lip after speaking. Hunter bucked his hips, driving his cock further inside her juicy cunt. Bianca stood close to Hunter, placing her hands on her hips as she observed the action at close range.

"What did you say?"

Hunter tugged on the chain after uttering his question. Christina maintained her gaze, looking back at her reflection in the mirror. She was not intimidated by him, regardless of how hard he pulled that chain.

"I said you've got the wrong hole. I thought you were fucking me in the ass today?"

There was that attitude Hunter knew from her. Bianca grinned at hearing such defiance from the slave. Hunter may have held the chain, but he was no man like Brent. That was proven when he wanted the hands freed.

"Don't worry. I plan on fucking your ass like I did before. I'm just waiting."

The sound of their bodies smacking together became audible as he continued to buck his hips. Christina's big tits shook from underneath her. She closed her eyes for a moment and chuckled. If Hunter was expecting to fuck her into an early orgasm before taking her ass, the young man was going to be quite disappointed. Christina was confident that she could withstand the pleasure of his cock pumping back and forth inside her. She gave him a few seconds to enjoy fucking her. Hunter began to thrust harder and faster, pounding his cock in her pussy to the point her breasts were jiggling all over the place. The increase in speed was not enough to break Christina. She lowered her head onto the mat, resting the left side of her face against the floor and elevating her ass. The cheeks split to reveal her dark hole.

"Do you want to make yourself wait to fuck THIS!?"

Quickly running her hands back, Christina gripped her own ass cheeks and spread them apart. The sight of her gaping ass hole was enough to make Hunter come to a sudden halt in her pussy. Christina saw no need to look into the mirror. She knew Hunter was shocked by the way he halted his movements. His cock was still in her pussy. Since he had not pulled out yet, Christina felt the need to taunt him with her seductive voice.

"Go ahead! You know you want to fuck my ass!"

Tapping her right hand fingers across her skin, Christina felt her ass hole gaping. A new idea came to her mind as something she had never tried before. She withdrew her right hand and curled her fingers into a fist. Hunter gasped when she pushed her fist into her ass. Christina bit her lower lip and used her left arm to slightly elevate herself, just far enough to gaze into the mirror. The look on his face was priceless. Christina groaned at the feeling of her entire hand pushing in and out of her ass. Bianca's eyes widened. She could not believe the action she was currently witnessing. She had taught Christina well about spreading her ass cheeks, but this was something she did not foresee by any means. Hunter finally pulled his cock from her pussy and stepped back. His grip on the chain loosened from the surprise of this moment. Christina leaned up and glanced beyond her shoulder to look at him. Hunter grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand out of her ass. He quickly replaced it with his cock.

"Ohhhhh, yes! That's it!"

Christina slapped her right ass cheek to spank herself before pressing her palm against the cheek again. Hunter began to immediately buck his hips, driving his cock into her ass with ease. It helped that her dark hole had been properly stretched out days before by Bianca's toys of choice. The chain dangled from his hand with a loose grip.

"Fuck my ass! Give it to me!!"

Christina moved her hands away from her ass cheeks. She used her hands to press down into the mat and elevate herself back up on all fours. Hunter's cock moved in and out of her ass at a fast pace. Smacking sounds were heard as her thick ass cheeks bounced with each full thrust. Christina could feel every inch of that hard cock pumping deeper into her ass.

"That's it! Just like that!! Give it to me! Give it to me as deep as you can fucking go!"

This was how she wanted to be fucked in the ass. To feel every inch of a cock pulsating and throbbing as it pumped back and forth. With each thrust, Hunter gritted his teeth and began to groan. He pulled on her chain, hoping that would be enough to tame the wild beast she had become. Christina knew better. She felt as if she were in control now, regardless of who was holding the chain. Hunter was not Brent. Her master would never be in a position like this where she could eventually take control of him. Gritting her teeth, Christina began to shove her ass back, forcing his cock in and out.

"YES!! YESSSS!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!"

Chain links rattled and shook, following the smacking sounds made by Christina's movements. She found a rhythm, pushing her ass back over and over. Hunter was at a loss for words over this action. He stood there in amazement as she continued to work her ass on him.

"You like that!? You like how I work my ass over your cock!?"

She screamed at him with such authority that Hunter suddenly dropped the chain. Bianca's eyes widened at this sight. There was nothing to hold Christina back now. She felt the cold chain links fall on her back before sliding off her left side. That was not enough to distract her from still pushing her ass back to work that cock in and out of her booty. She rolled her hips, shaking her ass a few times before thrusting back. With each move she made, his cock disappeared in her ass, only to reappear seconds later.

"MY ASS WAS BUILT TO BE SLAMMED BY THE BIGGEST COCKS!!"

The door opened during her filthy speech, and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Brent stepped into the room just in time to witness this moment. Bianca moved towards them, as Christina was so focused that she did not hear the door open or any foot steps. Even when the door slammed shut, that was not enough to break her concentration. Hunter leaned forward, unable to grab the chain. That did not matter anymore. The pressure and strength of her ass were pushing him to a climax he was unprepared for. His face was scrunched back as he tried to hold himself back. Christina wanted that cock to explode in her ass. She wanted nothing more than to experience her own orgasm without her pussy being touched and to feel his creamy seed flowing from her dark hole. With her teeth gritted again, she continued to pump herself back. Hunter tried to step back, nearly tripping in his stance.

"OHHHHHH, GOD!! I CAN'T HOLD IT!!"

He closed his eyes and cried out in pleasure. Brent and Bianca stood side by side, watching as Hunter became overwhelmed by Christina's lust. His dick erupted inside her ass, filling it with hot cum. That was enough to finally make Christina stop. She pumped all the way back, forcing every inch of his cock as deep as it could go in her booty. Hunter did not bother trying to pull out. He seemed to know that's where she wanted his cum, and Christina would not take it anywhere else. Panting and groaning, he took deep breaths in the sound of defeat. Brent crossed his arms over his chest as Bianca smiled wide, ready to give Christina applause for conquering this young man. Hunter swallowed his breath and muttered something under his voice. When he finally pulled his cock out of her ass. Christina put her face down, leaning forward with her ass up. She grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart as the hot cum oozed out of her dark hole.

The cum trickled down the spread crack of Christina's ass. Hunter was still at a loss of words and shocked. The young man was supposed to dominate her, but Christina had turned the tables on him entirely. Christina was not done shocking him. After the fisting she gave her ass hole, she wanted to try it with her pussy. She took full advantage of having her hands free, now able to touch her womanhood. Gritting her teeth again, she growled before shoving her right hand between her legs. Her fingers balled into a fist that was a struggle to get inside. Growling loudly, she pushed her hand into her cunt and began to twist her fingers around. Her forearm jerked around. She needed to cum fast and that was all she was concerned about. The cum was still dripping from her ass with drops falling to the mat below. Christina screamed as she made herself cum.

Her juices flooded the mat. Christina just wanted to make sure she had a climax to share with this young man. She breathed heavily, planting her wet hand back into the mat and spreading her ass cheeks further. Hunter swallowed his breath, studying the beauty of her ass and his cum flowing out. Purely out of respect, he leaned down and pressed his lips against the left cheek of her ass. Christina grinned at feeling his warm lips and raised her hands off her ass. Hunter kissed the left cheek, then moved his lips to the right. A smug grin ran across her face as Christina rested her right hand under her chin. She felt so proud in this moment, knowing she had conquered Hunter with the power of her ass. He stepped away from her after the last kiss on her booty. When Christina turned her head to glance around the room, she finally noticed Brent. He held a chain in his left hand. Something shiny glowed from his right hand. A smile ran across his lips.

"Well done. You've made me proud today."

Bianca clapped her hands together slowly at first, then rapidly as she cheered her slave. Christina had passed a major test. Her eyes fixated on the shiny object in Brent's hand until she realized it was a collar. To make him smile was a reward in itself, but to earn a new collar made her truly happy. She had earned that collar by learning new ways to use her body for pleasure. Christina felt like a new woman. Through all these trials, she learned to embrace her sexual cravings in ways she would have never dreamed. As she gazed at her mistress, the two exchanged smiles. Someday, Christina knew she would serve alongside Bianca. Some day soon.

TO BE CONTINUED