Don't Leave So Soon (Christina Hendricks, Bianca Beauchamp, Scarlett Johansson + more)

[Cadeauxxx]

Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 5
Starring: Christina Hendricks

Themes: Big Tits, Mystery/Suspense, Grand Reveal

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.



Los Angeles, California

Pitch black was all Christina Hendricks could see, as the door was now shut. She had no clue about this mysterious place she had wandered into after following that locked staircase. The one thing she did know was that she was not alone in this room. Turning around, she gasped before glancing at the barred window to the door she was previously peeking into. The sound of footsteps, possibly in the darkness where she stood. Her heartbeat was racing at the feeling of fight or flight.

"Who's there!? Show yourself!"

Christina screamed as she turned around to face the darkness. She then felt that hand brushing against her back again. Someone was in the room with her and was now shoving her against the left wall with force. She squealed in pain, screaming in a panic.

"Get the fuck off me!"

She was easily overpowered by this mysterious person or thing. Christina could not see anything now as she was away from the only light source between the bars of the door window. Her chest and hands pressed against the cold concrete wall as she felt the breath of a stranger blowing past the right side of her neck.

"You don't have any business being down here. What the fuck do you think you're doing down here trespassing!?

The voice barked at her with authority, but it did not sound familiar by any means despite belonging to a man. Whoever this person was, Christina knew it was not anyone she had met so far in the hotel. She grunted before screaming back at the person.

"Trespassing? You're calling me a fucking trespasser!? You better not be! The door was wide open!"

No reply was spoken as Christina suddenly felt strong hands gripping her wrists.

"What the fuck are you doing!? Get your fucking hands OFF ME!!"

A strange clanking sound followed her yelling voice. Christina felt cold metal around her left wrist and then the sound of a lock clicking into place.

"Shut up, bitch!"

The man screamed back at her as he quickly locked her other hand into another wrist cuff. She had no idea what this man was doing, but now she was handcuffed from behind. The cuffs covered a wide area of her wrist and did not feel like normal handcuffs. Christina struggled in the restraints before she felt some kind of ball pushing into her mouth. Her eyes widened as she panicked, unable to struggle with her hands restrained behind her back. The ball pushed past her lips, and then she felt something locking behind her head. It took Christina a moment to realize she was now ball-gagged. Her screams were muffled, and now her vision was entirely blinded as this stranger had put something around her eyes. This fabric was also tied behind her head, nearly loosening her ponytail.

"Open up, we're ready!"

His loud voice was heard again as the man pulled Christina to step in front of the other door. She heard a lock click before it opened. Her heels stomped forward across the hard floor as she was led into the room. The man kept one hand on her shoulder and was poking something into her back. Christina speculated that it could have been a baton or another weapon. She had no other choice but to walk forward as she was led into one room after another. Before she had met this stranger, she felt that she was so close to discovering the hidden secrets of the Miracle Light Inn hotel. Every day of her stay, she felt that something was not right at this place. Christina could not shake the feeling that she was now being escorted into some dark halls. The more she thought about it, nothing made sense at the hotel.

Not even this incident made sense to Christina. The stairwell had been left unlocked for a reason. She could easily recall that conversation with Brent last night, where he practically taunted her to venture down there. As she stomped her heels on the concrete floor, she thought about that moment. Whoever this man was, he had to be escorting her to see the man who called himself the boss. There was no question in her mind that he was the man who left the door unlocked to the stairwell. This man, who had handcuffed, gagged, and blindfolded her, must have been part of Brent's plan. More voices were soon heard in the background as Christina could hear a wolf-whistling sound of 'fiu fiu' followed by hands clapping. That noise at least told her that she was not alone in whatever environment she was being walked into.

"Right on time."

Another voice called out, seemingly close to where she must have been standing. With her vision blocked, Christina was only left to guess and wonder where she was being taken. She was halted on her feet before a door opened. The man then escorted her into what she assumed to be some kind of room. Her heels stomped loudly to break the silence as the blindfold was removed from her eyes. Christina widened her eyes to gaze around the room. She was greeted with white concrete walls and a grey floor to make up what was a small four-by-four room. A black metal chair sat in the center of the room with metallic silver wrist cuffs on the armrests. The chair was intimidating to look at, but Christina guessed she would be sitting there soon.

"When I take these cuffs off, I want you to sit down and place your arms in the locks. Do you understand me?"

The man spoke in a stern voice, still standing directly behind her. There was no way for her to reply with a ball gag muting her voice. Christina nodded her head to answer him.

"Are you gonna be a good girl? Cause we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I'd prefer we do it easy."

Nodding her head again, Christina made a muffled sound as if she were trying to say 'yes'. He uncuffed her right wrist first, then slowly undid the left one. Now was her chance to turn around and look at the man, but he did not give her a chance. He shoved her forward, prompting her to hurry up and sit down in the chair. The cold metal of the chair was felt beneath her forearms as Christina placed her hands down on the arm rest. She finally had a chance to look at the man who had led her into this room. Her eyes widened as she noticed he was a tall, muscular black man dressed in strange red robes that covered his entire body. The robes were tied around his waist, revealing a muscular chest that was covered in tattoos. Muscles bulged from his arms, unlike any man she had witnessed so far during her week at the hotel.

Her wrists were sitting in the metal cuff restraints. Christina watched as he locked the left wrist, then heard the clicking sound of the right cuff locking over her other arm. She gazed up, taking a deep breath as she studied the man's appearance. The bright light above had shone down over his bald head to highlight textures. He did not bother looking at her face at all, something that caught Christina by surprise. Now that he had her restrained in the chair, he turned his back to her and began to walk towards the door. She noticed some kind of symbol was painted or stitched into the back of his robes. Due to the silky, dark red color and black design, she could not make out what the symbol was. He stepped out of the door, and then she heard it shut with locks clicking into place. All Christina could do was sit there and breathe from her nostrils.

Deep within the basement of the Miracle Light Inn hotel, this must have been the inner sanctum. Hidden away from all guests and residents to see. The concrete walls stood in stark contrast to the grandiose luxury Christina had witnessed during her stay. It was almost like stepping into another world, away from prying eyes. Christina knew from her first night here that something was not right with this place. There had to be a catch somewhere. Whatever the answer was, she felt as if she were no closer to finding it than she was before journeying down that staircase to find this place. Christina knew Brent had arranged all of this in advance. Only he would know to leave that barred door unlocked to the stairwell. Now she was beginning to feel as if she had walked into some twisted game that he was playing. Brent had much to answer for once they were finally face-to-face again.

Sitting there and thinking about last night, Christina went over everything in the back of her head. She recalled him telling her that the hotel was built over an old building. What he said about concrete walls must have also applied to the basement foundations. It was easy to come up with assumptions, but they still did not answer her questions. None of the previous men she shared one-night stands with could answer her when she spoke of the oddities she had witnessed at this hotel. From the first night, Christina vividly remembered when she saw a woman with a collar locked around her neck in the music lounge. The next day, she stumbled down a hallway while exploring the hotel when she thought she saw a mistress. It was hard to forget witnessing that shirtless man crawling on all fours with a collar locked around his neck, held on a chain leash.

She was so close to the hidden truths, yet Christina still felt the real answer was far away. Was this the core of the rotten apple? Another question she had to wonder about. It seemed the further she explored this hotel, the stranger it became. Here she was, ball-gagged with her wrists locked into restraints on a metal chair, left to think about what she had learned. When Christina gazed forward, her eyes were met with the sight of a two-way mirror. She saw her reflection and realized that the ball in her mouth was a bright red color. The mirror looked like one from an interrogation room, almost giving her the feeling that this was some deranged film set piece. It was not hard for her to guess that Brent was standing on the other side of the mirror. Who else was with him to witness her restrained and ball-gagged in a chair like this? There was no way for her to see who was behind the mirror as her reflection gazed back at her.

All Christina could do was sit and think to herself while locked in the chair. Like so many times throughout the days, she found herself thinking about Toby. That young man she had met her first night at the hotel had left such an impression on her. His memory was beginning to feel distant now that she had other men after him from her one night stands. The one night she did not find something odd at the hotel, she met the two men calling themselves 'the twins'. Bobby and Phil had proven to add another layer of strangeness to her stay, as their romp had a feeling of arrangement to it. The twins certainly had experience working together when it came to fucking. She closed her eyes for a moment, but was startled at the sound of the door opening. Christina glanced to her right, watching as Brent made his entrance into the room.

"Well, well...."

A light chuckle followed his words. There was no mistaking that smug grin running across the man's face. Brent had the look of a champion, as if he was ready to put his hands on a shiny trophy. There was no other way for her to feel while locked in this chair. He wore a dark blue pinstriped suit, similar to the black outfit from last night. When the door shut behind him, Christina closed her eyes and raised her head. She felt helpless to breathe out of her nose. Upon re-opening her eyes, she noticed two fluorescent light tubes on the ceiling. The lights appeared cheap compared to the fancy light fixtures upstairs in the hotel. It was just another reminder that she was somewhere underground.

"Good morning, Christina. It appears were seeing each other much sooner than you may have thought."

The arrogance oozed from his voice, complete with a small laugh to finish his words. Christina looked up at Brent, who was now standing directly in front of her. His shadow fell across her pale skin. She was thinking of what she planned to say to him once the ball gag was removed from her mouth. His eyes glanced below her face to see her heavy breasts in the black blouse she was wearing. Typical man, she thought to herself. Of course, he had to take a look at her chest before undoing the ball gag. He reached behind her and carefully undid the straps before pulling them away. Christina immediately gasped and exhaled deeply.

"What the fuck kind of place is this!?"

She screamed at him before gritting her teeth. Brent could see the anger among confusion in her deep blue eyes. All he did was grin, flashing his full teeth as he raised his right hand index finger to his lips.

"Shhhh! I told you it's a secret to everybody."

"You knew I was gonna come down here. You left the stairwell door unlocked for a reason."

He nodded at her.

"Yeah, I did. You impressed me last night. I had one hell of a night fucking you. I'm a little surprised you didn't wait a day to sleep it off. You got your nosey ass right out of bed and found your way down here. You've got balls, I give you that."

With a sigh, Christina rolled her eyes at him.

"If you were gonna leave that door unlocked and open the one at the bottom of the stairs, you should've greeted me. That would've been much easier than having some asshole push and shove on me with handcuffs, a blindfold, and that stupid ball gag."

From how she expressed displeasure at the gag, Brent glanced down at his right hand to give it a quick look. Christina noticed his eyes, hoping that he did not put it back on to shut her up.

"Do I look like the kind of man that would spoil a surprise? The guard handling you was a test."

She gave him a dirty look before speaking.

"A test? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Brent laughed at her question as he gazed back into her deep blue eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, with Christina making sure he seen the disgust in her face. It was enough for him to glance away and shove his hands into his pockets. He began to slowly walk around the chair, circling her in a counter-clockwise direction. After two laps, Brent began to speak again.

"I wanted to see how you would react to authority."

Standing behind her, Brent stopped in his tracks. He leaned into her left ear before speaking again.

"You're a nosey bitch, you know that?"

His voice was low, almost whispering in her ear. Christina smirked as he called her a bitch. She was not intimidated by Brent, regardless of whether she was currently restrained to a chair.

"I could've told you that last night."

He moved his head away from her ear, but not before blowing his breath down the side of her neck. Brent stepped in front of her again. Their eyes met as Christina called out to him again.

"I knew something wasn't right from the first night I slept in this hotel. Nothing feels normal at all. You knew I was gonna see what was down here."

"You keep saying that."

Quirking her eyebrows, Christina nodded as she spoke again.

"What are you hiding down here, Mr. Boss?"

A smile was not suffice with her words. Christina had to taunt him with the one word he liked to be called last night. Her statement was enough to drop the smug grin from his face. Brent reached his right hand into his jacket to pull out a shiny silver key. It had an antique design with a crown on top, similar to a vintage skeleton key. Brent unlocked her right wrist first, then the left. His eyes never left hers, as if the man were expecting her to attack him. Christina had thought about slapping him in the face after this rude introduction, but she held back from doing so. He motioned with his right hand for her to stand up. Once Christina was out of the chair, Brent walked to the door. She watched him open it before he motioned with his hand again for her to follow him.

"Come here, Christina. I'll show you what we've got down here, since you're so curious."

Stepping out of the room, Christina noticed four pathways that made up a small hallway. The concrete walls were all the same, matching the floor. Brent led her down the left hall. Christina's heels clicked and clacked loudly. Both sides of the hall revealed black steel barred doors. It looked like a prison, with cells divided by barred doors, but they were all empty. She counted four on each side before noticing that each cell contained a different device. One had some kind of metal table with straps. Another room had a similar device, but it appeared to be some kind of sex machine.

"So you're running a sex dungeon down here. Is that it?"

Her words made Brent chuckle.

"You might think it's all me, but I'm only one man."

He stopped and turned around to grin at her. Christina's expression was not one of shock and horror. Now that she had learned what was down here, her mind was almost at ease. She still had many questions, as not all truths had yet been revealed. Brent turned his back to her again and proceeded to walk her down another corridor and into a large room. He was still playing tour guide as they entered a large square room. Another woman walked through a doorway on the opposite side. Christina's eyes shifted to this other woman, who stood tall in a pair of hooker boots. Her outfit was made of black latex, covering every curve of her body. She had a busty chest, completely exposed by the style of her outfit. They were a similar size to Christina's own chest, but appeared to be fake. Her hair was definitely dyed a much brighter red than Christina's, with long locks flowing beyond her shoulders. Christina was not intimidated by this other woman as she looked into her dark brown eyes.

The latex outfit and body language had given off vibes that she was some kind of mistress who lurked among the dungeon. In a weird way, Christina could see a reflection of herself in this red-haired woman. Almost as if she were some specter of what she herself could become down here. The woman did not utter a single word as she walked past them, her boots stomping loudly on the floor with authority. Brent smiled at her and gave a silent nod. Christina noticed this, but she had no idea what kind of quiet communication they may have been doing with one another. When the woman glanced back at her, Christina noticed her eyes surveying her body. The devious grin the woman had was enough to tell Christina that she was attracted to her, but she did not speak. She simply walked off, leaving the Hollywood actress to see the back of her latex outfit.

"I take it that she's a mistress."

Brent smirked at her comment.

"She earned that title. If I wasn't standing here, she would've made you get down on your fucking knees and kiss her boots."

That remark was enough to make Christina drop any smile she may have had. It still did not take away the feeling she had that this woman was some reflection of herself. Maybe that could be her in the future. Brent began to walk again, knowing Christina was following behind him as he led them into another small square room. A black metal table was pushed against the wall with a stack of papers on it. From witnessing that, Christina began to think they were running a tight operation that included paperwork. Brent looked her in the eyes while crossing his arms.

"So now you know what's down here. Are you satisfied now?"

Christina looked at him unamused. She crossed her arms over her busty chest, mocking Brent with the same body language.

"Not really. All you've shown me are a few rooms with locked cells and one of your mistresses down here. I know you're hiding something else down here."

He flashed his teeth in a grin before chuckling. His laugh almost had a sinister tone.

"Christina, you have no idea how big this place is. Believe me, it's huge."

"I think I do. You left the door open for a reason. You wanted me to come down here."

"I never denied it."

She pouted before speaking again.

"Then why have me come down here? I've seen the women in this place wearing collars and chained up. If you really wanted me bad enough, why didn't you make a move like that?"

Deep down, Christina believed she knew why Brent did not make a forceful move on her. It had to do with her status as a Hollywood actress. That had to be the reason why, or so she believed. Someone like her with credibility attached to their name could blow the whistle and start a scandal about the Midnight Light Inn. Thinking about that was enough to make her think that she may not be allowed to leave this dungeon. The possibility of her walking directly into a trap had not crossed Christina's mind until now. Brent did not appear intimidated by her as he leaned in. Their noses were an inch apart as he replied in a low voice.

"Those women you speak of came willingly to us. Do you really think you're the only person to ever stay here and get curious about what's behind the walls? We have connections outside the hotel."

His eyes remained locked on her as he took a step back. By 'we', she figured he was not describing the hotel's management. There was something else at play here, hidden away in the shadows.

"Why me? It seems that you went through a lot of trouble to lure me down here. You could've simply knocked on my door one day and asked."

He laughed in response to her words.

"Look at yourself, Christina. You're forty-seven years old and single. You don't have the baggage of a family holding you back from enjoying yourself."

Brent reached for her chin with his right hand. He tilted her head, making sure that he had the attention of her eyes as he continued speaking.

"I can introduce you to a lifestyle you never knew you wanted."

She glanced away from him. That was enough for Brent to move his hand away from her face. As she stood there thinking about it, Christina bit her lower lip. She knew his watchful eye would be observing her every move. Today was not the first time she felt the desire to be a mistress like the one she had witnessed. At the same time, Christina could not shake the thought that Brent would simply allow her to leave if she said no.

"What if I say no? Are you gonna lock me up down here?"

"No. Everyone down here has made a choice. They signed their name on the dotted line, just like you do when you put your name on those contracts for your movies and shows."

Christina broke eye contact, dropping her eyes for a moment. Brent stepped away from her and back towards the door.

"If you want to leave now, I'll show you the way to an exit that leads up another stairwell."

So he was just going to allow her to leave so easily? Christina found that odd, but she believed Brent was telling the truth. It was the only way that this kind of operation could be sustained. The more she thought about it, the answers he gave her were only pieces to a puzzle that had yet to be completed. There had to be something else going on down here.

"So, if I wanna be a mistress like the one I saw earlier, I just sign my name on something?"

"No, not quite. I told you that woman had earned the right to call herself that. She had the proper training."

Brent began to circle around her. The sound of his shoes stomping into the floor followed in a clockwise pattern.

"You would need training if that's what you want to become. Everyone down here starts from the bottom. Remember what I said—it's a choice of lifestyle. You need to read the contract first before signing it. Do you wanna go now, and I'll send you a copy up to your room?"

Shaking her head, Christina quickly responded.

"No, I'll look over it while I'm down here. Mind if I ask you something, Brent?"

"Go ahead, babe."

"Aren't you afraid that I might take that contract and call up a nice journalist and let them know what's really going on down here? You're basically giving me evidence if I wanted to leak a story?"

Her words only made Brent smile.

"Why would I be afraid of that? I told you that we have connections. I know all about the deals that happen under the table in your line of work. I've heard about the parties at producer's mansions. I'm sure you could tell me all about certain people if I started to name them."

Swallowing her breath, Christina felt her heart begin to race. She glanced away from his face as Brent continued speaking.

"I'm not scared of you trying to tell a journalist about this place. You've been in the film business long enough to have seen some dirty stuff, I'm sure."

Her eyes gazed back at his face as she nodded.

"Yeah, I have my secrets. Who doesn't?"

Brent did not reply as he walked over to the desk and pulled out a piece of paper. Christina stepped behind him, and then she noticed that the stack of printed paper was the contract. He stepped aside as he moved one contract paper to the front of the table for her to read. Christina felt her heart race again when she read the first words as 'Slave contract'.

"Oh my..."

A BDSM contract was not something Christina had never heard of. She had heard tales of the written and printed papers through her social circles in Hollywood. Some of her friends had ventured into the lifestyle, often giving her recommendations if she ever wanted to experience something new. Brent's words carried some truths from her experiences. Rumors were always swirling around about producers and other people in studios who had their own dirty secrets. This contract ensured her safety, as she would have new living quarters in a prison cell. While the contract began with the word 'slave', there was nothing in it about a guaranteed master. Christina could only assume that she would be in Brent's care. It all came down to a question of trust with him.

"What am I supposed to do if my agent calls and needs me to leave and do something?"

"We'll help take care of that. The contract is for your initial training. It will last an entire thirty days, starting from the day you sign it."

Thirty days. That was pretty much an entire month locked down in a dungeon. Christina let out a sigh before speaking again.

"That's a long time. I will be getting phone calls by next week, if that."

"Don't worry about it. You have my word that you can have your phone down here."

If that was the case, Brent was playing a dangerous game. Christina smirked at the thought of having access to her phone while playing this game of servitude. If something went wrong, she had an escape hatch.

"Thirty days is the initial training. After that, you're free to leave unless you want to come back for more. Everyone starts at the bottom. That woman you saw earlier was once a slave. She put in the time and effort to climb the ranks and earn her title of mistress."

Brent spoke as he stood behind her. Christina pondered before she replied.

"That will be a vacation for me. As soon as my thirty days are up, I will have to go back to work. Maybe by then I'll have a new TV show or something."

"You're not gonna get a free step up the ladder just because you're a famous actress."

She turned to glare at him. Christina flashed the front row of her teeth, smirking. Brent may not have been taunting her, but that was not going to stop her from giving him that look. At this point, she had made up her mind.

"Do you have a pen? I'm ready to sign."

He blinked, as if the man needed to do a double-take at hearing her words. Christina felt so smug, standing there in confidence of the decision she had just made.

"Are you sure you don't wanna think about it? We can do this tomorrow."

"Why do you want me to wait all of a sudden? That only gives me time to change my mind later on."

Placing his left hand on her shoulder, Brent spoke again.

"Once you sign the contract, the initiation will be arranged within hours."

Christina raised an eyebrow.

"Initiation? What is that?"

His lips curled into a sinister grin, revealing his full teeth.

"Your first taste of life on the inside. It's a real surprise that I don't want to spoil. The question is, do you think you can handle it today? I can assure you that it will not be easy on you. You can take a day or two and wait if you'd like."

Was he trying to challenge her with those words? Christina almost wanted to taunt him in response, but she knew a better way to reply. She snapped her fingers at him, knowing that would likely annoy him.

"Just give me a pen so I can sign this."

Brent dropped his smile as he stared back at her. Christina could see the irritated expression on his face from the corner of her right eye. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a black ballpoint pen. Christina took it from him and then pulled the cap from the pen. She pressed it down over the dotted line at the bottom and signed her signature. Brent stood there as the sole witness to her contract signing. It was done. Christina let out a sigh now that she had signed herself over to this new lifestyle that awaited her. Brent took the pen and returned it to his jacket. She watched him pull out a pair of wrist cuffs from inside his jacket. Christina sighed, knowing she should have guessed that her hands would be restricted again. She obediently held her wrists up and watched him lock the large stainless steel cuff over her right wrist before giving the left equal treatment.

At least this time she was handcuffed up front. Brent took her contract and folded it up before carefully slipping it inside the inner pocket of his jacket. He then grabbed her right arm and began to lead her out of the small room as she was cuffed. Christina kept her head down and listened to the sound of her heels echoing loudly over the concrete floor. They went down two hallways and a short corridor. Within minutes, this began to feel as if it were a perp walk in custody. Brent led her to an area with the word "HOLDING" painted in large black letters over a wall. Two men in red robes, similar to the man she first encountered today, stood nearby as if they were guards. Brent gestured at one of them as he walked towards the double steel-barred doors to unlock them. Christina stood there and watched the doors slide open as she realized this was some form of a holding cell. The guard stepped towards her and then pulled at her wrist cuffs. Christina raised her hands for him to unlock the cuffs.

"You'll stay here for the next few hours. I'll see to it that you're brought lunch and some drinks."

She walked through the open steel doors and then listened to them slide back into place. Christina turned around as she heard the locks click into place. She looked through the bars to see Brent one last time.

"Your first order is to strip down and put on the white robes left for you. The guards will take your clothes back up to your room later."

"Is that all?"

"From here on out, it will be yes sir or yes master. Understood? After the initiation, you'll be expected to show a little bit of respect to everyone here."

Christina nodded.

"Yes sir, I understand."

He turned his back to her before walking off and leaving her in the holding cell. Christina's eyes wandered across the room to see a large bed pushed against the wall, fitted with black sheets and a pillow. The white robes he mentioned were sitting there folded up on the bed. That must have been the uniform for prisoners, at least before the initiation. From the way Brent talked about that event, it almost sounded like a rite of passage or some form of ritual. Christina thought about the strange choice of outfits with robes and the symbol she thought she had seen on the back of the first guard she encountered. This dungeon was beginning to feel as if it belonged to a cult of some sort. Her eyes wandered across the room as she saw a door with a sign that simply read 'Bathroom and shower'. At least she would have some privacy in there, she thought to herself.

Since she already had a shower earlier today, Christina did not feel the need to take another. She slid her hands to the front of her black pants and unbuttoned them after stepping out of her high heels. The cold feeling of the hard floor was felt under her soles as she slid her pants off and stood in a matching black thong. She took a few steps forward before pulling her blouse off. No bra was needed to contain her giant natural F-cup breasts as they flopped around. The last piece of attire to be stripped from her body was the thong. She took a moment to glance behind her right shoulder to see if the guards outside were watching when she slid the thong down. They were away from the door, likely leaving her behind with no fear since she was behind a locked door. Christina let out a sigh as she felt a cool breeze blow over her naked body. The coolness of the dungeon inadvertently made her nipples hard. One way or another, she had the feeling that tonight she would be getting fucked again. It would be a different tale than the one-night stands that had lasted throughout the week.

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2 HOURS LATER

Time passed slowly inside the holding cell as Christina sat on the bed in her white robes. She dangled her left foot from the bed, impatiently waiting for Brent to return. Across the room, she had stacked an empty bowl and glass of wine after having lunch. French onion soup and chardonnay wasn't the type of food she'd expected as a slave. The guards had asked her if she wanted more to eat, but Christina declined. All she could do was sit and consider what Brent had planned for her. As the hours passed, she could hear all sorts of commotion outside the holding cell. There were men coming and going, others were talking and running down the halls. With no phone or watch, she had lost all track of time. Letting out a sigh, she fixed her hair up while sitting on the bed. The intricate bun had been undone hours ago, and now her orange locks flowed freely behind her shoulders. As she sat there, Christina was alerted to the sound of a man clearing his throat.

"It's time."

Brent's voice was indistinguishable from any other man's. Christina got up from the bed and walked to the barred door. She noticed Brent had changed his clothes from the posh suit to a silky blue robe with gold lining. It was not unlike the robes that the guards were wearing, but a different color. Black boots covered his feet while a pair of shiny stainless steel wrist cuffs were waiting in his hands. As soon as the doors slid open, Christina raised her hands for him to cuff. Since she had not been given any shoes to go with her own white robes, she had slipped her feet back into her black heels. With the cuffs locked around her wrists, Brent shut the cell door and then began to walk in front of her.

"Come on, follow me."

"Where are we going, master?"

"To the initiation room."

Christina swallowed her breath. From how he previously spoke of this initiation, she was beginning to grow nervous, as if it were some kind of ritual. The back of Brent's robes displayed a symbol, almost identical to the one she had seen on the back of the guards' robes, but once again Christina could not make out what it was. The black design nearly blended in with the silky fabric of his robe. She glanced away from his back, studying the concrete floor for a moment as she walked behind Brent. He made several turns, leading her down long corridors and a few hallways. This underground prison was a true labyrinth. Christina wondered how many floors it went down to or what buildings attached to the hotel also belonged to this underground secret. Brent led her down one last hallway with a barred steel door that was identical to the sliding doors of the cells.

"Let me see your hands."

She held her hands up, and he unlocked the wrist cuffs with a key. The room was dark, with some odd glare coming from what appeared to be a stack of television sets against the wall. Three smaller screens were lined up in a row with one large, wide screen underneath it. White lights emitted from the screens eating away at the darkness in the center of the room. Christina noticed some kind of odd platform in the center of the room. It was padded with red cushions and had a chain connected to a bolt on the front side. Brent walked her closer, and then she saw that the chain connected to a shiny, metal collar. The length of the chain appeared to be a few feet long. Christina knew he was about to put the collar on her neck.

"Strip."

Without replying in words, Christina untied the robe from her waist and dropped it to the floor. She stood naked until she leaned over the padded platform to raise her head. Brent may have been impressed by her obedience, or perhaps now. He remained quiet as he grabbed the collar and carefully slid it around her neck. Christina closed her eyes and felt the cold metal collar locking around her neck. The chain rattled as Brent stepped away from her. When she opened her eyes, she glanced down to see the padded table had once had some sort of black symbol on it, but it had been worn off from much use. It was evidence that this table had been used many times over. She was far from the only woman or man to be chained down in preparation for a full initiation. Brent stepped in front of the line of televisions and pressed a button. The screens all changed to black and white, but it was the sound that caught Christina's attention.

"Holy, mother of god..."

That voice sounded oddly familiar to her, like one she remembered from her first night at the hotel. Christina gasped as she heard the voice again in a soft moan. The bottom wide-screen television was only a black screen displaying an audio symbol. There was no mistaking that voice of moans combined with hers.

"Oh my god, Toby!"

Christina yelled the name as her eyes grew larger as she looked at the three smaller television screens. Each played a recording in black and white, highlighting her one night stands that had been secretly filmed. She gasped as the truth split her mind. Brent stood close by, studying the shocked expression on her face. The middle screen displayed last night's events, filmed from the mask that was on the wall of Brent's office. He was fucking her from behind with no audio playing. The left-side screen played a recording from the bed Hunter had fucked her on. She got to see herself bent over on the bed as he rammed her ass with his hard cock. The audio that played was clearly a recording from her first night, when she had a romantic evening with Toby.

"You like that? You like watching my tits work over your cock like that? Don't it feel good?"

"Ohhhhhh, hell yes!!"

She swallowed her breath, blushing as the audio played her dirty talk and Toby's soft replies. The third screen showed a recording of her caught in between the twins. Bobby and Phil were both fucking her in that recording as she was sandwiched between them in the act of double penetration. It took Christina a moment to realize, from the angle of that recording, a camera must have been hidden in a mirror in the room. She almost felt herself breaking out in a cold sweat as her heartbeat raced. All the emotions and feelings she experienced during those nights came rushing back to her. Just when she thought she had pieced together the truth about this place, a new revelation shattered her mind. All the men were working together. Everything that had led to this point was a carefully paved road for her to walk directly down into this dungeon.

"Oh my god... What the fuck is this!?"

Speaking in a low voice, Christina noticed that Brent had walked away from her. Her heart was still racing as the videos continued to play along with the audio of her night with Toby. That first night was the only one missing, but the audio was loud and clear. There must have been recording bugs hidden in that bedroom. All those days, she had been searching for Toby, wondering where he could possibly be. Despite the strange feeling of having her affairs recorded and filmed, Christina felt a tingling sensation between her legs. She took a deep breath, trying to fight off the feeling of lust that was overwhelming her from those memories. She turned around, unable to watch any more of the recordings.

"Turn it off!"

Her voice echoed throughout the dark room. It took Christina a moment to notice that she and him were not the only people in this room. Off to the sides, she had noticed eyes glaring at her with figures hidden in black robes. They stepped out of the shadows as Brent turned the televisions off and activated a dim light from above. Christina gasped when she realized who the clean-shaven faces belonged to. On her left hand side were the twins themselves: Bobby and Phil standing shoulder-to-shoulder. To her right, she recognized the slicked black hair and cleanly shaved face of Toby. Standing next to him was Hunter, with a sinister grin on his face. All four of the men she had tangled with in lustful affairs were here, wearing strange black robes.

"I think the boys are happy to see you, Christina. What about you? Did you miss one of them? Or did you really miss them all?"

Brent stood behind her as he spoke. Christina swallowed her head as she felt the chain dangling across her left shoulder, leading back to the padded platform. She looked at all the men but kept her focus on Toby. The young man gazed back at her, almost in fear. It was that expression on his face that told Christina all she needed to know. He worked for Brent, as did all the men. Every story they told her was a lie that no longer mattered. Christina did not even care who was the mastermind behind it all. She was now chained to the platform, ready to be initiated into this new lifestyle. There was no need to stall what was soon to come. She fell to her knees embracing her situation, rattling the chain as she clapped her hands and instructed the young men.

"Come on. I'll show you how happy I am to see you all again. Drop the robes and bring me those cocks."

She hoped her enthusiastic choice of words would surprise Brent despite forgetting to refer to them as sir. Since he was the man in charge, Christina felt the need to push his buttons. She may have been collared and chained, but her spirit remained strong.

"Did you hear that, fellas? She sounds like she knows what she wants. Don't keep her waiting."

After Brent spoke, all four of them dropped their robes and stood naked. Christina bit her lower lip and then decided to rise from her knees and sit down on the platform. The short length of the chain would make it difficult for her to move her neck further away if she remained on the floor. It did not take long for her vision to be filled with four semi-erect cocks desperate for attention. She felt the need to slide one hand between her thighs and play with her pussy, but Christina did not have enough arms for that. She did not have enough to jerk each cock at the same time, so she would have to take turns. The first shaft she grabbed was Toby's with her right hand. She looked up into his eyes, and then her left hand found Phil's dick.

"Stroke 'em nice and good. You know what to do."

Hunter was now barking out an order to her. She did not glance his way as Christina stroked each cock in her hand as fast as she could. Biting down on her lower lip, she whimpered a soft moan before alternating her left hand. As her left hand jerked Bobby, she kept her right hand fingers twisted around Toby's shaft. This favoritism she was showing Toby did not go unnoticed by Hunter, who took one step away from Toby and shoved his cock in her face. Brent had walked around the platform, now observing the action as Christina was busy wanking their cocks. Hunter caught her attention, and she finally let go of Toby's cock to grab him.

"Keep going, keep going."

Bobby was next to speak out as her hand slid back and forth across his shaft. Christina had to think to herself about what awaited her. She had never taken on more than two men at once. Brent had yet to join the party, but when he did, that would be the fifth cock for her to please. Christina alternated both hands again to grab Phil's and Toby's cocks once more. She parted her lips and made sure Toby's cock was the first to slide between her red lips. As she sucked on him, she used her right hand to grip Hunter's shaft again. 'Mmmmm', her muffled moan was barely heard over the loud breathing of the men and Brent's commanding voice.

"Let her take her time. She knows what she wants."

It was impossible for Christina to tell if Brent was impressed by her actions so far. Whatever he thought of his slave meant nothing to her. She wanted the pleasure for herself. After all those days of searching for Toby, if this was the only way she could have him, then so be it. She took her time, sensually sucking his cock as her lips bobbed up and down. If only she could do this for longer without having to take turns. Christina was going to at least give Toby some deep-throat action to satisfy him. She pushed her lips as far as she could, only pulling back when she gagged with most of his length down her throat. After extracting Toby's shaft from her lips, Christina spit on Hunter's cock and fed it between her lips.

"Yeah, suck on it! Suck it!!"

She heard him grunt after speaking. Hunter placed his right hand on the back of her head, encouraging Christina to suck more of him. She used her free hand to grip Toby's shaft, holding onto it as if she owned that cock. When Hunter gripped her hair, Christina began to aggressively bob her head up and down, devouring his cock inch by inch.

"Fuck!"

His voice echoed throughout the room. She closed her eyes, concentrating, as she wanted to give Hunter something to remember now. Christina felt a hand fondling her left breast, squeezing it softly. She opened her eyes but did not let the wandering hand distract her. When her nipple was pinched, Christina made another attempt at deep-throating. Her eyes watered up as she gagged and choked on Hunter's cock. He moved his hand away from her head as he pulled his dick from her lips with a popping sound. Saliva strings from his gleaming, spit-soaked dick back to her mouth. It was now the twins' turn. Toby and Hunter stepped back to allow Bobby and Phil to move on both sides of her.

"Open wide!"

Phil's tone of voice was so gleeful. Christina did not glance up to see the look on his face, but she figured he was grinning ear-to-ear. As she opened her mouth wide, Bobby and Phil pushed their cocks on both sides of her mouth. The thick poles rubbed against each other, with only the heads finding their way into her mouth. Christina gagged and moved her hands to her breasts. She could hear Toby and Hunter groaning as they were now busy wanking.

"Say ahhhh!"

Bobby commanded her. As Christina gagged with an audible 'ahhh', the twins began to laugh as they each tried to push a bit deeper into her double stuffed mouth. She could see Brent standing behind them with a smug expression across his face. Phil was the first to pull his cock back, allowing her the chance to suck his friend. Christina used her right hand to squeeze his nuts as she slid Bobby's pole between her lips. He stood there without interfering as she bobbed her head up and down, slobbering on his cock. The chain rattled as Christina's head moved back and forth. Her big blue eyes gazed up at Bobby as she pressed her hands against his legs. She continued sucking until he stepped back and abruptly snatched his cock from her lips. Christina immediately turned her head towards Phil's cock, and she opened her mouth wide to invite him. He placed his hand on the back of her head, curling his fingertips in her hair as he slid his cock into her mouth.

She closed her eyes while listening to him exhale a deep breath. Christina re-opened her eyes when Phil began to thrust the first few inches of his cock into her mouth. Her hands found a place over her giant breasts again, as if to tease one of the men about the chance of having their cock shoved between them. All five of them had the joy of fucking her tits throughout the week. Phil gritted his teeth and snarled as he began to thrust more of his cock between her lips. Christina kept her eyes locked on his face as she sucked it by the inch. It seemed he was trying to fuck her mouth, but he could not find a steady rhythm at this slow pace. Christina was able to easily match his thrusts by bobbing her head up and down until she took control of the sucking. Brent had been standing next to Phil and observing the young man's actions during this time. He sighed before pulling his robe off and grabbing Phil's right shoulder.

"That's enough. Let me show you how it's done."

Phil pulled his rod out of Christina's mouth, causing strings of drool to break from her lips back to his wet shaft. He let go of her hair and shook his hand in frustration. Brent stepped forward as Christina glared into his eyes. If Phil could not properly fuck her mouth, she knew the boss would give it to her. Christina swallowed her breath in preparation for the rough ride that awaited her. Brent's cock may have only been semi-erect, but that would soon change. He grabbed her hair with his left hand, ready to feed his cock into her mouth.

"Open your fucking mouth."

His voice was commanding in a low tone. One small hint of what awaited Christina. She parted her lips, opening them wide for Brent to slide his cock in. When the first few inches pushed back from her tongue, Christina enveloped her lips around his cock. Brent took his time with the first thrust, as she could feel his shaft growing in size as he aimed to push it down her throat. She did not gag yet, but she knew that within seconds he would have her gagging and choking on his length. It was something new for her to feel a cock harden and grow in length while sliding into her mouth. Christina closed her eyes when she felt the first hard thrust. Brent exhaled as he began to buck his hips to drive his cock into her mouth.

"I hope you're paying attention and not just watching."

Brent's words were intended for Phil, but Christina did not care. When the head of his cock poked to the back of her throat, she gagged loudly. That seemed to be cue for Brent to begin bucking his hips harder and faster. She kept her eyes shut as she struggled with the length of his shaft, trying desperately to suck it by the inch. His hand in her fiery mane kept her right in place as he began to pick up the pace.

"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAH!"

Within seconds, Christina was making incoherent slobbering and sucking noises. She kept her eyes shut without any care for the other men standing around and watching their leader give them a firsthand example of skull-fucking. This was only the short warmup phase. Christina had to brace herself for what was coming next. She slid her right hand down between her thighs and began to finger herself as Brent slammed his cock to the back of her throat. Choking up and gagging, she immediately coughed on his shaft. Excess saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth. Christina jammed her middle finger into her pussy as a result. Her wetness was abundant as her finger was already covered in her arousal. Her left hand found a place to squeeze one of her boobs as Brent began to skull-fuck her.

"KAH-KAH-GWAK-GWAH!"

A faint gasp was heard from one of the men in the room, but Christina could not be distracted to look around. Her eyes remained shut as they watered up from how hard Brent was fucking her mouth. She gave it everything she had to suck his entire length, but found the task to be overwhelming. Brent knew she lacked the proper deep-throating skills from his time with her last night. Now he was making an example of that. The slobbering and sucking noises echoed through the room as the other four men stood around wanking themselves at the sight. Brent easily had the biggest cock amongst the men in the group and it was a sight to see the busty actress get face fucked like some run of the mill porn whore. Hunter had moved behind the platform, where his hand could easily grab the end of her chain and pull it. Brent grunted as he continued to buck his hips. Over and over, his cock pumped into her mouth, back and forth. His hairy balls collided against her chin with each full thrust. Christina was overwhelmed by his strength alone.

The chain rattled from the metal link attached to her collar. It still dangled from her neck back to the lock piece attached to the platform. All the young men stood there as their boss was concentrating on fucking her mouth. Christina opened her watery eyes to a blurry vision as she tried to glance up. Her middle finger was poking in and out of her cunt as she laid her palm over her clit. She blinked her eyes and glanced down to see Brent's pale feet. It did not even occur to her that he had removed his boots. He slowed down his pace, but not before slamming the head of his cock to the back of her throat. Christina gagged and choked on it within seconds. A string of saliva was dangling from the left corner of her mouth before it broke off and fell to her tits. She moved both her hands to her breasts in anticipation that he may want to fuck them soon.

"Holy shit..."

Bobby spoke in amazement at what the men were witnessing. When Christina glanced up at Brent's face, she saw his cold snarl. He did not appear to be impressed by her sucking skills. Christina kept her eyes locked on him as he pulled his cock from her mouth. A flood of saliva dripped from her lower lip, falling down to her tits below as she took a deep breath.

"You want more!?"

Brent taunted her. Maybe he did not plan to fuck her tits next, as Christina suspected. She gritted her teeth before yelling her answer back to him.

"Yes, master!"

His right hand fingers found a place around the base of his cock after letting go of her hair. Christina had mere seconds to open her mouth wide for Brent to shove his pole back in.

"Then shut up and suck it. Show everyone in the room what a nasty fucking whore you really are."

From the corners of her eyes, Christina could see two men standing around wanking their cocks. Bobby stood to her left, and Phil stood to her right. Toby had stepped back near the platform table while Hunter was standing directly behind it. Brent did not take charge and give her a second round of skull-fucking. Christina had the freedom to suck him however she desired. She hoped he could see the fiery lust in her eyes as she began to aggressively bob her head up and down the first few inches of his shaft. The chain began to rattle and shake around as Christina continued to bob her lips up and down. Slobbering noises were heard from her muffled voice, but not as loudly as before. Christina made an effort to impress Brent, but there was more to this than getting a pat on the head from the master.

Her own pleasure was just as important. All this time she had been sitting and sucking cock, she could not wait to feel them in her holes. Maybe there was some truth to Brent's words. Christina felt her dirty side begging to be unleashed. As she pulled her lips back to the head of his cock, she released it with a popping sound. Her eyes broke away from Brent as she spit on the head of his shaft before twirling her tongue around it. This was the most she could tease him as she leaned forward, only to be stopped by the length of her chain. Brent glanced away from her face and then motioned with his right hand at one man who was standing close by. Christina proceeded to suck on the head of his dick again as he then snapped his fingers, but not at her. He was instructing Hunter, who soon alerted Christina by dragging her chain hard from behind.

"It's time to turn things up a notch. Get up on the table on all fours."

Hunter yanked at the chain again. Christina could feel the cold steel digging into her neck as she whimpered. Once she was shoved back on the padded surface slightly, he let go of it. She did as Brent ordered, rising on her knees and pressing her palms down into the table. As she looked up at him, he reached for her face with his left hand. Christina moaned as Brent forced her mouth open in an 'O' and made her look him in the eyes.

"Are you ready to get fucked now?"

"Mmmmm, yes."

Clearing his throat, Hunter snarled at her.

"Yes what!?"

"Yes sir!"

"Do you want to suck me off again while someone is fucking you from behind?"

Spank! Hunter slapped her ass hard to give her a hint as to who was standing behind her and had pulled the chain. Bobby moved in to her left side while Phil brushed against Brent's right shoulder. Toby was nowhere to be seen now as Christina replied to Brent.

"Let me suck on your cock some more."

He smiled and let go of her face. The look on Brent's face had caught Christina off guard. Hunter snapped her back into reality when he slapped her ass again. She could feel him pulling the chain again while sliding his hard cock up the crack of her buttocks.

"So you're gonna slobber all over some dick while you take one up the ass?"

It was Hunter's turn to taunt Christina. She moaned as his rod rubbed up against the crack in between her cheeks. Without a spoken reply, he tugged on her chain. Christina let out a sigh before replying.

"Yes. If you haven't forgotten how to fuck my ass like you did last time."

That response made the twins gasp and laugh. She played it smooth to get some of the other men in the room laughing at Hunter, but it was Toby's voice she wanted to hear. He appeared to have vanished from Christina's view of the room. Her focus shifted to Brent's cock, with her drool dripping from it. She opened her mouth wide for him to shove that hard dick between her lips again. Phil grabbed her right wrist and brought her hand towards his cock. Since she was now gripping one shaft, it was only fair if she used her left hand to wank Bobby's pole. As her fingers twisted around both cocks, she sucked the head of Brent's pole and came to a quick realization. Hunter was going to have to hold the chain to keep her in this position, all while his cock was sinking into her dark little hole. She closed her eyes while pumping her hands up and down to wank the twins.

This was a position Christina had never dreamed of finding herself in, let alone with a collar locked around her neck and held by a chain. She began to bob her head up and down Brent's cock, sucking it halfway as Hunter made the first hard thrust to slide his shaft into her ass. He let out a loud moan before slapping his hand across the right cheek of her ass. His left hand pulled at the chain hard to raise her head up. Brent planted his hands on both sides of her head, and Christina anticipated the moment for him to take control. She stopped sucking so he would have free reign to fuck her mouth as if it were a cunt. A grunt was heard from Hunter's voice as he bucked his hips, driving his cock in and out of her ass. Christina made more muffled moans as she sucked Brent's shaft.

"Faster! Faster!!"

Bobby groaned at her to wank him at a faster pace. Christina began to pump her hands up and down as fast as she could while she felt Hunter and Brent fucking her in unison. Brent would thrust his cock into her mouth, then Hunter would do the same as one of them was pulling back out. Phil and Bobby began to gasp, moaning as her hands glided up and down their cocks at such a speed that a blur was visible. When she opened her eyes again, she finally caught sight of Toby standing behind Phil with his fingers wrapped around his cock. He was wanking himself as the lone man left out of the action.

"Give it to her! Fuck her mouth!"

Brent was commanding Hunter, who needed no encouragement. Over and over, he slammed his cock up her ass while gripping the chain hard. Christina curled her toes up inside her heels as she squeezed Bobby and Phil's shafts hard in her hands. Brent fucked her mouth at a slow pace. She closed her eyes again after Hunter slapped her ass once more.

"Fuck yeah!"

The young man grunted as he used his free hand to grip one of her hips and pull the chain hard. Her giant breasts shook and wobbled in all directions from underneath her. Christina raised her head and began quickly sucking Brent's shaft as he pulled it out of her mouth. She immediately gasped, exhaling a deep breath. Her hands were still stroking Bobby and Phil's cocks while Hunter pounded her in the ass.

"Ohhh, ohhhh, OHHHHHHH GOD!!"

At long last, her screams were echoing through the room and down the halls. Christina gritted her teeth, causing her moans to become growling snarls. Hunter continued to pound his cock up her ass, giving her every inch of it as his balls slapped against the wet pussy. Brent took a step back and motioned for Bobby and Phil to stop. When she let go of their cocks, she was finally able to press her palms down into the padded surface of the platform. Hunter let go of the chain, allowing Christina to feel the cold metal links lying across her back.

"Fuck! Ohhhh, fuck!!"

Brent clapped his hands together to halt Hunter.

"That's enough now!"

Hunter sighed. Before he pulled his cock out, he made one last hard thrust. Christina gripped the edge of the platform, biting down on her lower lip as she began to think about the new position that awaited her. She was beginning to feel that her pussy was neglected. All this time she had been wanking, sucking, and getting slammed in the ass. There had to be someone among the five men who was ready to truly fuck her and not waste precious time with her ass.

"You two, get ready."

Brent pointed his right hand index and middle fingers towards Bobby and Phil. He then turned his attention to Toby, who had been standing quietly and not joining the action. Christina watched Brent snap his fingers and instruct Toby to move across the platform without speaking a word. This gave her the impression that all of this had been planned in advance.

"Are you ready to finally get fucked, whore?"

Christina turned her head to gaze at Brent, nodding at him.

"I can't hear you. Speak up!"

"Yes I'm ready to get fucked, master! The only question is, who wants me first!?"

Her words echoed through the room and shook up the situation. Brent may have been in control, but Christina's choice of words made the men all begin looking at each other. She knew who she would pick to go first if given the choice. Toby stood in place as if he knew better than to question his boss.

"I'll give you a choice, Christina. You can either take me on first or the twins."

It was a strange feeling to hear Brent refer to Phil and Bobby by the nickname they had told her on that lustful night. Memories of them double-fucking her pussy had come to mind for Christina. Brent would be rough, but it was easier than taking them both at the same time.

"You're the boss sir, so you should go first."

Brent grinned at her answer.

"A wise choice, I'll give you that."

She watched him walk around the platform until he was facing Toby from the opposite side. Christina guessed that he would want her on all fours. The chain lock was on her right side, and the remaining links hung from her back. Her fingers slid down the padded surface, over the strange faded symbol. Christina gazed up to see Toby's cock desperate for attention. Brent spanked her ass with his right hand, causing her to moan. Her ass was starting to change color from her creamy white complexion to a brightening red.

"Face down, ass up."

Her big blue eyes gazed up at Toby as Brent commanded her. She just wanted to see the look on his face to try and read what the young man was thinking. His dark eyes had widened, as if he were in shock and disbelief at what they were both doing. This delayed reaction did not amuse Brent.

"I said face down, ASS UP!!"

Yelling at her, Brent made sure to get his point across by lifting his left leg and pressing his dirty foot against the left side of her face. Christina groaned and closed her eyes at the cold feeling of his sole pressing against her face. Her ass was lifted up, her legs pressed together, exposing her juicy, neglected cunt. She moaned upon finally feeling a cock slide into her warm dripping pussy. Brent fed her wet hole his massive thick shaft, stretching her wide and deep.

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, yesssssss."

It was such a relief to finally have a cock in her pussy. Christina could not complain about the position, and Brent's foot pressed shoved against her face. He spread his legs as his other foot sank into the padded surface of the platform. She closed her eyes while feeling inch after inch of his hard cock pumping in her.

"Fuck me!! Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh!! Fuck me!! YESSSSS!!"

A serenade of moans was heard throughout the room, only interrupted by grunts and exhaling from the men. Christina kept her eyes shut since there was no way for her to glance up at Toby with Brent's foot keeping her head pressed down. He took his time, bucking his hips to drive his cock in and out of her cunt. Bobby, Phil, and Hunter stood around wanking at the sight of their boss fucking her.

"You might be a Hollywood whore, but down here, you're MY Hollywood whore!"

Brent slowed down after uttering his words. He finally moved his foot off her face to allow Christina to raise her head. She pushed her hands down into the platform to use her arms to elevate her height. Before she could stand on all fours, Brent used his free hand to grab the chain attached to her collar and pull it enough to help her rise. Exhaling and groaning, Christina could now gaze back at Toby's hardened shaft. His right hand fingers were wrapped around it, twitching as he stroked it. The chain rattled until Brent dropped it. He was still pounding his cock in her pussy as her breasts began to jiggle around from underneath. Christina swallowed her breath and tried to fight off the desire she had to shove Toby's cock into her mouth.

"Is this what you wanted? Scream for me, you fucking whore!"

Spank! His hand slapped her ass hard. Brent began to thrust faster as Christina serenaded the room with her cries of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, YESSSSSS!! GIVE IT TO ME SIR!! FUCK!! GIVE IT TO ME, OHHHHHHH GOD!!"

The collar dug into her neck when Brent grabbed the chain and gave it a hard yank. Christina could see Hunter, Phil, and Bobby lining up behind Toby as if they were waiting their turn. She gritted her teeth momentarily and then screamed more filthy words.

"I WANT TO BE FUCKED!! OHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH YES! YESSSSSSSS!! FUCK ME!!"

"Suck that fucking cock! Show everyone that you know what your mouth is useful for!"

Brent spanked her ass again after prompting her with the question.

"YES SIR!! I NEED SOMETHING TO SUCK ON RIGHT NOW!!"

Finally, she would be able to suck Toby's cock after staring at her for what seemed like hours. Christina parted her lips, and Toby placed the head of his cock on her tongue. She quickly enveloped her lips around it and began to suck while feeling Brent's pole hammer back and forth in her pussy. Nothing was going to stop her from passionately sucking Toby's dick. Christina favored him, as evidenced by the extra mile she went to pleasure him. If she could only use her mouth, then so be it. Christina did her best to bob her head up and down, devouring his cock while her pussy was stuffed with Brent's pole.

"Ohhhhh, man."

Her efforts were rewarded by the sound of Toby moaning in pleasure. Brent began to thrust harder and faster to make it more difficult for her to keep sucking. All that did was make Christina work faster. She reached up with one hand, gripping the base of Toby's shaft to maintain herself. Brent noticed her actions and continued to thrust in her pussy. The sound of their bodies smacking together was heard loudly through the room, mixed with Christina's muffled sucking noises. Nothing could break Christina's concentration from sucking as her head moved up and down repeatedly. She kept her eyes shut while a few strands of her orange hair moved into her face. Toby brushed her hair out of her face, causing her to open her eyes and look up at him. Brent came to a halt and slowly extracted his cock from her vulva. Christina drew her lips back to the head of Toby's dick and released it with a loud popping sound.

"You two, get ready."

Brent snapped his fingers and pointed at Bobby and Phil. Christina should have guessed that after he stopped, it would be time for a new position. A smug grin ran across Phil's lips, possibly knowing he would soon be pounding her along with his friend. Christina remembered that the twins' specialty was double penetration, but with their cocks together in one hole. She could clearly remember how they both shoved into her pussy at the same time. That gave her an idea of what to expect soon. Toby took a step back as Hunter took a step forward, but Christina was distracted when she noticed Bobby lying on his back next to her left hand. When she turned her head at him, Brent called out.

"Go ahead and get on top of him. It's not like you haven't laid on him before, have you?"

Hunter laughed at the way Brent taunted her. His worry did carry a degree of truth, since this was familiar territory for Christina. She swallowed her breath at the thought of the twins both fucking her pussy at the same time again. She moved atop of Bobby and pressed her sweaty hands against his chest before speaking.

"Do you want me to ride it while--"

"No! We've already done that. We didn't get the chance to give your ass the same treatment."

Her lower lip dropped in surprise. Christina knew she should have figured they would want to try something they did not get a chance to do that first night. She could feel Brent's eyes observing her as Christina slid her right hand down to grab his cock and shove it up the crack of her booty. Phil stepped onto the platform and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Christina moved her hand back and lowered herself down onto Bobby. Her giant breasts were shaking towards his face while the head of his cock poked into her dark little hole. Brent walked behind Phil, observing the action. It took Phil a good minute to rub his cock up against Bobby's pole and push into her ass hole together. When they finally did, Christina could be heard gasping. Toby and Hunter were standing in a perfect position to see the expression on her face as she struggled with those two cocks pushing into her ass.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck..."

She cried out her words. Everyone in the room had to know that within seconds, she would be deafening them with screams of pleasure. Since Phil was standing behind her, it was now his turn to grab the chain and pull it hard. Her breasts were now shaking toward Bobby's face. He smashed his hands against them and began to squeeze. Christina gritted her teeth as he began to thrust into her ass.

"FUCK MY ASS!! COME ON, COME ON!! GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE GOT!!"

His other hand slapped the left cheek of her ass with authority. Red marks had already formed on her right cheek thanks to Brent's hard spanking. It took some time for Phil and Bobby to work their cocks into her ass, but they managed to stretch the hole. Christina closed her eyes and screamed again.

"OHHHHHHH, MYYYYY GODDDDDDD!!"

As her voice echoed through the room, Hunter stepped forward to her. All this time he had been wanking his cock to keep it hard and ready. He grabbed her chin with his left hand to hold her head up. When Christina opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of Hunter's thick cock shoving into her face. She did not open her mouth for him, so he proceeded to smack his cock up against her face. This sight had made Brent chuckle. His laughter grew louder with each passing second until Phil and Hunter were giggling with him. Christina groaned as she took each slap of his cock against her face. When Hunter was done, she opened her mouth wide for him to slide his cock in. Instead of feeding her his shaft, the man walked away. Christina was annoyed, groaning as he stepped away from her like that.

"FUCKKKKK!!"

Once again, she screamed aloud as she felt two cocks pushing into her ass. Christina would never admit it to herself, but she was beginning to feel her body reach a breaking point. Maybe it was all the sex during the week finally catching up to her, or this single act pushing her to the limit. Brent was still laughing from behind her, but Christina could only ignore his voice. Phil spanked the left side of her ass again as he let go of the chain. It was still a struggle for him to pump his cock in her ass with Bobby, but they managed to work in a slow rhythm.

"She can handle two, but can she handle three at once?"

Hunter spoke with a smug grin across his lips, gesturing at Toby. Bobby squeezed her tits one last time before moving his left hand back to slap them. He then released her other boob from his right hand to give it an equal slap. Brent clapped his hands to get Phil's attention.

"That's enough now. We need to switch it up."

A sigh was heard from both men as they were made to stop. Phil carefully pulled his cock from her ass, then removed Bobby's shaft as well. Once he stood up from the platform, Christina was able to roll off Bobby and lay on her back. She took a deep breath while gazing up at the light fixture on the ceiling.

"Toby! It's your turn, come take a seat."

As Brent ordered her preferred man of choice, Christina let out a sigh. This may be the only chance she would have to feel his cock inside her, so she was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. She was not ordered to climb atop him yet, but Christina did not care. She straddled Toby and climbed into his lap. His right hand was holding his cock up, and she made sure to carefully sink his shaft past her vulva lips. The chain rattled from her neck as she shoved her breasts into his face. Toby moaned as his face was smothered in her tits. When Christina glanced across her right shoulder, she saw Brent's cold eyes leering at her in disgust. She could have guessed that doing this without an order would likely anger him, but she did not care.

"So you're ready for more, huh?"

Nodding her head, the chain links rattled. Christina was not done acting in defiance toward Brent. She bit her lower lip and rolled her hips, attempting to thrust Toby's cock into her cunt. After a moment, she finally nodded and replied to her master.

"If you've got more to give me, then bring it on."

Such a choice of words to make Brent grin deviously at her.

"Be careful what you wish for."

He stepped behind her and shoved Christina forward until Toby was laying on his back. She pressed her hands into his chest and glanced behind her right shoulder. It was easy for her to guess what Brent was about to do. Christina had figured by now that Brent was a man who liked to fuck all three holes when given the chance. This would be his second consecutive day accomplishing such a feat, and with a woman he called a 'Hollywood whore' to add more bragging rights. His cock slid up the crack before he used both hands to pull her cheeks apart and guide it to her gaping ass hole. The twins had properly stretched her ass hole out, as did Hunter when he pounded her earlier. She closed her eyes and slid her sweaty hands up Toby's chest while feeling Brent's cock slide into her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yesssss..."

Closing her eyes, Christina embraced the moment of having a cock in each hole. She was not sure how much longer she could take before reaching her climax. If she could spill her love nectar onto Toby's cock, then it was well worth it. Brent snatched her by the hair, not bothering with the chain anymore as he began to buck his hips and drive his cock into her ass. Toby stroked her curvy hips and pressed his palms against her ass cheeks. His fingertips sank into her soft, firm skin as Toby began to buck his hips upward.

"Ohhhhhh, FUCK!!

Her voice was becoming hoarse with weakened but still coherent moans. After all the lustful nights she had from her first night at the hotel, it was now beginning to catch up to her. Christina knew she was fucking on borrowed time by this point. Hunter stepped onto the platform as the latest man to face her. His hand was wrapped around his cock, leaving her to wonder if he was going to allow her to suck it this time. He smiled down at her, flashing his teeth before speaking.

"Open wide!"

Christina did as she was told, eagerly opening her mouth with an 'ahhh'. Toby and Brent were fucking her in a steady rhythm, one thrust after another, while Hunter grabbed her by the hair and fed his cock into her mouth. Christina squeezed her lips around it and proceeded to bob her head up and down. Her tits were shaking all around while the other two men walked to the empty sides of the platform. Christina took a moment to embrace her first experience with triple penetration. Her moans were nearly muted by muffled noises as her tongue pressed against Hunter's cock. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, she noticed Bobby to her left and Phil to the right. Without being ordered to do so, Christina reached her hands out and grabbed each cock.

"Ohhhhh, man..."

"That's it, that's it. Give it to her!"

"She's such a nasty fucking whore!"

Toby groaned first, then Brent spoke before Hunter had the last words. She could hear Phil and Bobby moaning as her hand glided up and down their shafts. No cock had been left abandoned as she made use of her hands. Over and over, she bobbed her head up and down, sucking Hunter's cock inch after inch while feeling the other two shafts pulsating in her holes. Airtight and using her hands, Christina knew that within seconds she would be reaching her climax. She closed her eyes and pushed Hunter's cock as far as it would go down her throat. She gagged, choking on his length, as her inner walls tightened around Toby's dick. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while feeling Toby's hands squeeze her ass cheeks. The ecstasy of pleasure had overwhelmed her, causing her legs to shake. Toby screamed in a panic at the feeling of her juices flooding his cock from inside her pussy.

"Oh, fuck! She just came! She just came!!"

"Don't overreact, you know how to handle yourself."

Brent spoke to Toby as he stepped back and pulled his cock from her gaping ass hole. Her fingers were still wrapped around each cock in her hand, but she was no longer stroking them. Bobby and Phil stepped back, pulling her hands free of their shafts. She was out of breath and finally feeling defeated after all this fucking. Christina did not know how she was able to hold herself back this long, but after having her orgasm, she had no strength left. She collapsed onto Toby's chest, breathing in his face. Brent wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her up. Toby helped him until she was finally off him and his cock slipped out of her pussy. Her juices trickled down her thighs and dripped onto the padded platform. A fresh stain would form later as a result. One could only imagine how many women and men had already left cum stains on the ritual table.

"Oh god... Ohhhhh, fuck..."

Out of breath and nearly exhausted, Christina sat on the table, pressing her hands down into the table to hold herself up. The chain was now lying over her right breast in open sight for anyone to grab. She closed her eyes while attempting to catch her breath, but could hear the sound of all the men groaning. Brent cleared his throat to get her attention.

"Eyes open, bitch! Are you falling asleep on me now?"

Calling her a bitch was a sure way to get Christina to open her eyes. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes to see Brent standing in front of her. His hard cock was aimed directly at her face as he stroked it back and forth. Still trying to catch her breath, Christina let out a sigh and forced a smile. After all this time, the least she could do was show some spirit to her master.

"No, Master. I'm still wide awake. Are you gonna cum all over my face?"

The tone of her voice carried a level of fatigue in a snarky tone. Brent knew how to handle her better than the other men behind him.

"Open your fucking mouth and say ahhh."

'Ahhh!', Christina moaned after extracting her tongue. Before she shut her eyes, she noticed the other men circling around her. After all the nights of first time experiences and then the events of today, Christina was ready to add something else to her list of newfound filthy pleasures. Brent grunted as his cock exploded within his hand.

"Take every last drop! TAKE IT!!"

His warm seed splattered across her sweaty forehead, streaking into her hair from the initial burst. String after string of cum painted her left temple, drenching her cheek and across her eyebrow. The last droplets landed on her breasts below, with one drop falling on a link of the chain. After he was done painting her face, Brent stepped away. Christina knew that the other four cocks were aimed at her face, ready to splatter more cum onto her pale, ivory skin. This would be the most cum she ever received in her life. Keeping her eyes closed, Christina slid her tongue back into her mouth and gritted her teeth before swallowing her breath. She could hear groans and grunts from the men as Hunter yelled at her.

"Let's see you look proud with all this cum on you."

He groaned after speaking. Christina kept her eyes closed as Hunter grunted at the feeling of his cock exploding.

"FUCKKKKKK!!"

Wad after wad of cum splattered onto her face. A heavy rope of cum landed on her nose, with a drop reaching her right eyelid. Christina gritted her teeth and growled a moan. A chorus of moans was audible between Bobby, Phil, and Toby as each man was busy wanking. Within seconds, each cock erupted. Strings of cum criss crossed onto Christina's forehead, with a few missing her face entirely to drench her hair and fall down to her massive tits. At the same time, three men pelted her in the cum with fresh, sticky loads. Some drops missed her all together, falling down to the padded surface of the platform. Gritting her teeth again, Christina snarled as she kept her eyes closed. The last thing she wanted was to open them too soon and get a wad of cum in her eyes.

"So much cum, oh my god."

Christina whispered before opening her mouth wide. A string of cum landed over her nose and dripped down onto her tongue for a small taste. Toby, Phil, and Bobby were out of breath. They quietly stepped aside, leaving her there drenched in the greatest amount of cum Christina had ever received. Drenched and sticky, she felt the warm bodily fluid oozing across her skin as she sat there for several minutes undisturbed. She swallowed what little bit had landed on her tongue and began to slowly open her eyes. The cum that had splattered in the corner of her right eye dripped down like a teardrop. The room appeared empty, as if the men had quietly left. When Christina glanced towards the barred steel door, she noticed all of them had put their robes back on and were leaving.

"Another initiation successful."

Hearing that voice told her that Brent was not leaving. The loud steel doors were heard sliding open as the other men left the room. Brent inserted a key into the collar, unlocking it from her neck. The cum was dripping down her face. Christina did not even care that he had removed the collar. He dropped it to the floor, causing a loud clank that echoed in the dark room.

"Hold your head up."

In his hands, Christina noticed a different collar. Stainless steel with a ring in the front for chain attachment. The sight reminded her of when she saw that woman wearing a similar collar in the music lounge on her first night at the hotel. Christina swallowed her breath and raised her head, eager to accept her first collar. She closed her eyes as he slid it over her neck. The cold metal was a familiar feeling as she heard the lock click into place. Brent moved away from her as the sound of boots stomping into the floor alerted her. Two guards in red robes entered the room and moved on both sides of her.

"Take her to the showers. Let her have an hour to get cleaned up, and then take her to her personal cell. She needs a good night's rest before the real training begins."

The guards moved on both sides of her and grabbed her arms, placing them over their shoulders. She was exhausted and welcomed the additional help to carry her. This action felt like routine, leaving Christina to wonder just how many men and women were carried out of the initiation room after enduring a gang bang session. Her right foot dragged across the floor, knocking her heel off that was left in the room. She did not even have time to ask Brent if he was impressed with how she handled him and the other four men. Light shined over the metal collar locked around her neck as the guards walked her out of the room. After all those nights of affairs, today's events felt like a fulfilling conclusion. Her mind was still shattered by the truth she learned. The coming days would give her time to piece everything back together and learn more about this strange place she was now willingly a prisoner in.

TO BE CONTINUED

[flawed_existence]

So everything came full circle. I did not expect her to find Toby like this. When one thing is figured out, it leads to more questions.

You've crafted a brilliant mystery story here and I believe future chapters will just dive deeper.

[Deadshot]

Great work, I was wondering where Toby was and it was nice to see that Christina was still fond of Toby but looking forward to more.

[BigTitsEnjoyer]

That was quite the pay off after all your build up. So everything was planned by these guys to get her there. Every time I finish one of these stories, I can't wait to see what happens next. The pay off has been worth the wait every time.

[Viri]

That escalated quickly once she got in that big room. I didn't see it coming that Toby would be involved.

[Cadeauxxx]

Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 6
Starring: Christina Hendricks, Emily Ratajkowski, 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.



Rays of light brightened the cold, grey concrete walls in a pattern that cut out the steeled bars from a cell. Christina Hendricks sat on her bed, wearing a white robe that covered her curvaceous body. The silky white robe was tied around her waist, offering a subtle view of her busty tits in a V neck pattern. Above her cleavage was the stainless steel collar Brent had locked around her neck only a few days ago. The piece of metal did not hinder the movement of her neck by any means. After a week of affairs and one night stands, all of it had caught up to Christina leading up to her initiation. The grand event had left her fatigued with her body aching in places she did not think was possible. Muscle cramps had made the simple task of walking difficult while her cunt and ass were sore. It was Brent's suggestion to give her two days of rest, leaving Christina to get lost in her own thoughts.

She had learned some truths about this strange hotel, but not enough to feel satisfied. More than anything, she was still shocked to know that every man she encountered leading up to the initiation, had been planned. Everything had been planned, calculated and put to the test as she walked directly into the spider's web. Brent must have been a true mastermind, at least now she had to admit it. Christina still could not wrap her head around the fact Toby was there. Of all the men, finding him again in this dungeon had surprised her more than anything. She spent the first day in her cell remembering the strange things that were out of place in the rooms she indulged her sexual acts in. Never could she have guessed that she was being filmed and recorded, all for someone else's pleasure. Christina had to wonder how many other guests or residents at the hotel had also been filmed unknowingly.

Was it all planned from the beginning or after her meeting with Toby? So many questions left her guessing for more answers. Brent had done more than one thing to prove to Christina he was cunning. She did not want to stroke his ego by telling him, but then again she would be doing that every time she called him by master or sir. Through curiosity, she had found herself in this place knowing she would be locked in for the training that came. Deep down, she knew this was what she wanted. With no care of the outside world right now, Christina was determined to learn more about what seemed to be a secret society running the Miracle Light Inn. Like Brent told her, everyone starts at the bottom and has to climb the ladder. Christina was a slave in training, confident that as time went on she could rise to the role of mistress.

The initiation remained fresh on her mind through the hours. A gang bang was something Christina had never experienced before. The aches and pains in her ass and pussy told the story, as she felt completely overwhelmed by the five men on that day. Too many orgasms for her to count had done a number on her body. She thought about how worn the padded surface was, considering how many other women and possibly men were also chained to that table. The strange symbol or emblem that covered that padded surface had only made her more curious. She remembered the first man who escorted her beyond the lock doors and blindfolded her. He had a similar symbol that decorated the back of his red robes. Perhaps it was a logo of sorts to what she believed to be a secret society. This was just another question she would have Brent when the time came. For now, Christina sat on her bed and gazed back at her reflection in a mirror across the small cell.

Her bright, red hair was fixed up in a ponytail. Light shined across the cold steel of her collar as she studied her appearance. The room was a standard prison cell, complete with a toilet and sink combo in the corner, a decent bed and a mirror. A wooden stool was across the room for her to sit on and a bag of beauty necessities. The hairbrush was left on her bed, near the pillow. Life in the dungeon seemed to follow a fixed daily schedule. Lights went dark around midnight and turned back on the next morning at six o'clock. A vintage clock was hanging across the hall where Christina could see from beyond the bars of her cell. An alarm went off, waking everyone in a cell. Just like standard protocol of a prison, a roll call started the day before the barred doors were open. Brent greeted Christina at her door before unlocking it. She began the day with him escorting her to the showers.

It seemed she was the only inmate residing in a cell on this wing of the dungeon. Christina imagined that there had to be another corridor leading to other cells that housed other women. So far, she had been kept isolated from any other inmates. She expected to see other women when judging the immense size of the showers. Ten faucets covered the walls in a room large enough to contain at least a dozen people. The floor was made up with white walls that matched the walls keeping true with the vintage touch of the hotel. Christina had an hour to shower, shave and do as she pleased for a beauty regimen to start the day. After that, she was escorted to what Brent called the canteen. It was a small kitchen where she had the choice to be served whatever food she wanted. The food was no different than what was served in the hotel above ground. Christina joked that at least it was not a diet of prison food.

Since the day of her initiation, Christina had not seen Brent wear a suit. Every time she had seen him outside her cell, the master wore his fancy blue robes with gold lining. She at least was alerted to when he would approach her cell from hearing the stomping sound of his boots across the concrete floor. The thunderous booms caught her attention in the past few seconds as she heard a door open. As she sat on the bed, Christina crossed her legs and loosened the heel on her left foot. The stomping sound became louder with each passing second. Christina was unfazed by Brent's entrance. She licked her lips, still studying her reflection across the mirror. His walk ended when he reached her cell and she could see his towering figure emerge from the right corner of the mirror. Since she did not rise from the bed after a few seconds, Brent cleared his throat to get her attention.

"I know you can see me."

With a sigh, Christina stood from the bed. She turned to look at Brent through the steel bars of the locked door. Her hands gripped the bars, leaning in as a smug grin moved across his lips. True to form, he looked so proud standing there in his blue robe.

"What do you want, master?"

Brent chuckled at the tone of her voice. Christina knew how to make herself sound annoyed without much effort.

"I came to check up on you."

"Really? How sweet. Maybe you would like to offer me some wine too."

His eyes locked on her after the snarky reply.

"I thought you were supposed to be all sore and achy? Yesterday you couldn't walk straight, but I don't think you've got a sore throat. It hasn't prevented you from running that mouth of yours"

Smirking at him, she stopped laughing and began to twitch her fingers around the steel bars. Brent broke eye contact when he noticed the movement of her left hand. Christina knew how to tease him as she began to slide her hands up and down, stroking the cold metal bars as if she were gripping something else.

"My mouth is fine, thank you very much."

He slid a key into the lock, prompting Christina to move her hands so the barred door could properly slide open. Licking her lips, she thought of another way to tease him.

"When are we going to begin the training? I figured that would be the real reason you came to visit me."

The barred door was no longer preventing them standing face-to-face in this personal meeting. Brent smirked at her before replying.

"Your training will begin soon. I sure hope you are ready to be challenged."

"My legs still hurt, but I've been looking forward to it."

He reached for her mouth, gripping it with his left hand and forcing her lips open in an 'O'. Christina looked into Brent's eyes as he curled his lips into a smirk.

"I know just what we can get started with. Your mouth looks fine to me."

When his hand left go of her mouth, Christina gasped before swallowing her breath. Brent took a step back and reached into his robe to reveal a chain and a shiny pair of handcuffs. Christina raised her wrists, ready to feel the cold metal cuffs across her pale skin. He locked the cuffs on first, then attached the chain to her collar. The chain links rattled and clanked as Brent led her out of the cell and walked in front of her. Brent led Christina by the chain as a leash, guiding her down the corridor as her heels and his boots echoed down the hall.

"We'll begin with what I like to call a throat-fuck session. I told you before that you need to work on that. There's some other things you need to think about. You need to consider the sexual needs of your partners and how to meet that desire."

His words sent her heartbeat racing. Christina could recall the fuck session they had in his office last week. Brent knew she would remember, as it was a subtle hint back then for what was to come. As they walked, the conversation continued.

"I remember telling you that I prefer big ones."

Brent chuckled.

"And I remember watching you put in more effort when you were sucking off Toby."

Taking a deep breath, Christina did not expect him to mention Toby. She could not argue with his statement and knew it was best to stay quiet on that subject.

"You've already shown some real potential. After we're done, you'll be one of the best cocksuckers in Hollywood."

They arrived at a black metal door. Brent turned to smirk at Christina before grabbing the knob.

"Our training methods are very thorough. You'll see it and believe it very soon."

As he laughed, Christina sighed as she pondered about her first trial. Brent enjoyed taunting her to see those frustrated expressions move across her face. He pulled at her chain, leading her beyond the door and into another small room. Two benches sat against the walls facing each other on the far left side of the room. Wooden posts were on the right side, lined up in a row of three with mats down on the concrete floor. A small table was visible near the benches, blocked in view by a tall, bald man in a blue robe. Christina was distracted by the presence of this other man. His arms were covered entirely in sleeves of tattoos and his face sported a trimmed black beard. She guessed that the rest of his body had to be decorated in art after seeing his arms. The man stood silently as his cold, dark eyes gazed back at her with a blank expression across his face. Light shined across the back of his head, distracting Christina until Brent spoke.

"Take off your robe."

This was an order to strip in front of a stranger. Christina rattled the cuffs as she loosened the robe and dropped it to the floor. As she stood there naked, the man crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes scanned her voluptuous body, studying the size of her famous breasts while Brent unhooked the chain from the metal ring at the front of her collar. He flung the chain across the room in an attempt to put it on the table, but it slid to the floor with several clank sounds. Brent ignored the sound as he put the key in her handcuffs to undo them. With her hands free again, Christina raised her arms and folded her hands. She noticed the man's wandering gaze studying her pink folds below. Christina was hesitant to see if she was wet, afraid to begin feeling nervous tensions before the training sessions was to begin. Brent motioned for her to turn around, as if to reveal her buttocks to the observing man.

"Hands behind your back."

Another spoken order told her that she was doing more than modeling for the other man. Christina did not hesitate to cross her wrists. She soon felt the same metal cuffs sliding back over her wrists. She let out a sigh as they locked.

"Wouldn't it have been easier to just handcuff me from behind the first time? This seems like a waste of time taking them off only to put them back on."

A slight chuckle was heard from the mysterious man.

"She's got some mouth. I like that."

His voice was deep, nearly a gravel tone that led Christina guessing if he was a hard smoker. Had she been turned around to face him, she would have asked for his name. Brent led her a few steps forward, walking to the wooden posts on the floor. His thumb slid into the ring of her collar where he carefully turned it behind her head.

"It's a good thing you've already pinned your hair up in that ponytail. We don't want any strands getting in the way while you're busy sucking dick, right?"

That comment led to both men chuckling as Christina glared at Brent. He motioned for her to lower herself down on her knees. With her wrists cuffed from behind, this position was already proving to be difficult since she did not have her hands to balance herself. Brent helped her slowly lower down fully. Her giant breasts shook, slightly bouncing until his finger pulled from the collar ring. Christina swallowed her breath as she felt the collar move again and heard a locking sound. She suddenly realized that Brent had locked her down to the wooden post, preventing her from moving.

"Is this really necessary?"

Brent smiled as he stood back up, now gazing down at her as he nodded.

"Yeah. We don't want to make things too easy now, do we? This is training, not an afternoon blowjob."

He stepped aside to allow the other man to move in front of Christina. His towering presence cast a shadow across her figure as her big blue eyes gazed up at his face. The man pulled his robe off, finally revealing his nude body. True to Christina's guess, his entire body was indeed covered in tattoos. A six pack of abs and other muscles bulged, giving her the impression he was some sort of bodybuilder. The tattoos covered every inch of his chest and legs. Only his cock was not covered. She noticed he had visibly shaved all his pubic hair, leading her to make more quiet assumptions of his identity.

"Who are you?"

A few seconds passed and the man did not answer. He wrapped his right hand around his cock instead and began to stroke his member. Christina's eyes followed his movements as she gazed upon his hardening cock.

"His name is not important."

Brent spoke loudly, answering her question.

"What is important is what you're staring at between his legs. That is all that should matter to you right now, slut. It's been a long time since this gentleman has been able to test a whore's gag reflexes. Are you gonna rise to the occasion or be an epic disappointment to my friend?"

Strong words had an effect on Christina. She took a deep breath before gritting her teeth. Brent knew how to bring a rise out of her with his taunting words. She wondered to herself if this was kind of a fantasy for him. Did he have a desire to watch her suck off a stranger who would not even tell her his name? It probably turned Brent on even further over how the man looked unlike any type of person Christina would be caught in public with. Her eyes leered towards his cock. She licked her lips while watching it grow to full length. If she had to guess, Christina figured that this man had a size similar to Brent, if not slightly bigger. His cock was huge, bulging in thickness with a blue vein visible from the left side. Her eyes gazed up at the man's face as she licked her lips. It was time to begin this training session.

"I'm ready. Feed me that cock."

"Open wide and say ahhhh."

She did not expect a reply from him like this in a low voice. Christina parted her lips, obeying his command as she exaggerated her 'ahhhhh' with her tongue extracted. He placed the head of his cock on her tongue and watched as she enveloped her lips around his pole. Christina closed her eyes as she felt him thrust his shaft down her throat. Her hands shook, chain-link rattling to the cuffs from behind as she was unable to properly move her neck at all from within the locked collar. Being locked to a wooden post had truly made this a difficult task for her as she began to choke on his entire length. Christina did not consider that he would begin by sliding his shaft completely down her throat. She choked loudly, eyes watering up as she tensed up.

"Relax! Breathe!"

Brent yelled at her like a coach. Once the cock was all the way down her throat, the man did not move. Tears streamed down her cheeks from the corners of both eyes. The chain attached to her cuffs rattled again as Christina desperately attempted to move her hands to no avail. She was desperate to touch herself as she felt her pussy burning and dripping in desire. Brent carried on with his speech.

"Breathe out of your nose. Just breathe. You're panicking over how big he is. That's why you're choking on it right now."

He was guiding her with his words, delivering the proper instructions for Christina to relax. She took a few seconds to gather herself before opening her eyes. A blurry vision caused her to blink a few times. The man slowly withdrew his cock from her lips, allowing Christina to breathe from her mouth. She immediately took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. A grunt was heard before the man pushed his cock against the right side of her face. Christina could feel his wet pole sliding over her cheek. The head touched her ear, giving her a subtle hint of how long his length truly was. His thick, long tool left a trail of her saliva across its path. She kept her eyes closed, desperate to touch herself. If not for her hands being cuffed, she undoubtedly would be squeezing her tits and playing with her own erect nipples. Brent knew how proud Christina was of her all large, natural breasts. The cleavage she showed off in her red carpet gowns was very deliberate.



It only made sense to her that he would take away the reach of her hands like this while she was sucking cock. The man knew her instincts well, undoubtedly from watching the hours of tape he had of her fucking and comparing it to his own experience. This was all a show for him now, at least before he would join in. Or would he interfere? Guessing Brent's motivations was a difficult task for her. Christina could not make her mind up what he truly was going to do here. The massive cock occupying her throat wasn't exactly helping her think straight anyway. So far, it seemed he was going to stand back and coach her up, as if she were preparing to go several rounds in a ring with a strong opponent. If she had a puncher's chance of sucking this cock properly, then so be it. Christina opened her eyes as she felt the rod move from the side of her face. More spit was dragged across her beautiful features. She was determined to try her best, regardless if she failed in embarrassment or miraculously succeeded. Gritting her teeth, she gazed up at the tattooed man to give him a lustful expression.

"Open your fucking mouth."

A stern order was the reward for her display. Christina did as she was told, opening her mouth wide. She focused her sights on his chest in an attempt to study the many tattoos around his belly button as he pushed his cock into her mouth again. He quickly pushed it to the back of her throat again, causing her to close her eyes and begin gagging. Her head was pushed back into the post as he drove his massive cock down her throat. Christina instantly retched out a gag as his balls pushed against her chin.

"I thought I told you to relax and breathe? There you go, tensing up and panicking again."

Brent sounded frustrated judging by the tone of his voice. If he sighed or grunted, Christina could not hear it over her own gags and slobbering sounds. The man was no longer testing her gag reflexes. He was bucking his hips, jamming his cock to the depths of her throat to fuck her face. She kept her eyes shut as she felt his hairless, heavy ball sack hitting her chin with each full thrust. She felt his bulbous cockhead plunge the depths of her throat then pull back to sit on the soft wetness of her tongue.

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

The slobbering and sucking noises became louder with each passing second. Christina no longer cared about Brent watching or anything else. She balled her hands into fists, rattling the chains of her cuffs as she tried to maintain herself. Brent had given her clear instructions, but Christina did not react to his words as if it was background noise. The man slowed down to bury the head of his cock to the back of her throat. He grinded his crotch into her as his cock was buried in the depths of her throat. Excess drool trickled from both corners of her mouth. Christina could not so much as squirm around thanks to her collar being locked into the wooden post. Her eyes watered up again with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, down both sides of her nose.

"Look at me, bitch! Look at me!"

Her eyes opened wide at the sound of the man's voice. Her vision was a blur as the tears streamed down her face. The man began to thrust into her mouth again at a slow pace. Over and over he slowly fed Christina nearly nine thick inches of cock until her nose pushed into his pelvis. Christina finally took Brent's advice and began to breathe out of nose. Her breath blew from her nostrils into his skin.

"KAH-KAH-GWAH-GWAK!"

Strings of drool broke from the corners of her lips, falling down to her big tits below. It was driving her mad that she could not touch her boobs, yet feel her warm saliva falling on them. Christina exhaled deep breaths, finally maintaining herself as he continued to fuck her mouth in this slow pace. She opened her eyes wide, unable to wipe the tears to clean her vision. Christina made her best effort to give eye contact to the man as he continued to thrust inch after inch of his mighty cock into her mouth. Her lips squeezed around it hard, slightly muting the sucking noises until he came to a complete stop. When he did not pull his cock from her lips, Christina knew what to expect. The time had come for a third round of testing her gag reflexes. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the moment his cock slammed to the back of her throat. The man flexed his cock a sher throat muscles massaged his cock with her gags.

Like the other times, she gagged and choked. Christina tried to relax, exhaling deep breaths from her nose as he kept her there in the position. The tears reflected shiny spots on her face, illuminated from the light above. A chuckle was heard from Brent's voice, but Christina did not open her eyes. Even if she wanted to look in his direction, her blurry vision would prevent her from seeing that smug grin on his face. Since the tattooed man did not pull his cock from her lips yet, Christina tried to suck as hard as she could. Her efforts managed to make him groan in his deep voice. He finally began to slowly extract his cock from her lips, pulling it out with his fingers wrapped around the base. Her eyes opened widely and she immediately gasped for breath as her saliva overflowed from her lower lip and fell to her tits below.

"Oh my god..."

The only words she could muster between swallowing her breath. Christina was completely out of breath, desperately trying to catch herself. Her voice was barely audible, almost a complete whisper. Strings of saliva dangled from her lower lip and chin before breaking off. She wanted to wipe her eyes so badly, still unable to properly see. Her massive tits coated in saliva gleamed from the fluorescent lights.

"You tried. I give you that."

Hearing Brent's voice made her look up to see her true master now standing before her. She recognized the body before her lacking of any tattoo designs. The entire time she was getting face-fucked, Brent had removed his robe and started jerking himself to this wonderful exhibition. Christina did not have to be told to open her mouth by Brent. She waited for his cock, knowing that he would pick up where the other guy left off. Brent wasted no time pushing the head of his thick shaft into her mouth and feeling her lips tighten around it. Christina had merely seconds to brace herself as Brent wasted no time bucking his hips to drive his cock between her lips.

"You see Christina. The key to becoming better at something is through practice and repetition. No one is a born winner."

His hands gripped the side of her head as he began to thrust his cock deeper in her mouth. Christina would have gasped if her mouth was not stuffed with his cock. She kept her eyes open, trying her hardest to look up at him as his cock pushed to the back of her throat with each full thrust. It took merely seconds for her slobbering and sucking noises to echo loudly in the room.

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

Mercy was not something to expect from Brent. Christina knew he was going to give her mouth an equal fucking as the other man, if not harder. She closed her eyes upon feeling the head of his cock slam to the back of her throat, over and over. His hairy balls rubbed against her chin, smacking loudly with each full thrust.

"Suck that fucking cock, you whore! Show me what your mouth was made for!"

He grunted and groaned, still bucking his hips to pump his cock back and forth down her throat.He gazed down at her beautiful features as he pummeled her throat. Christina closed her eyes and curled her fingers into fists once again. The chain attached to her wrist cuffs rattled and shook from the intensity of Brent's thrusts. He did not take his time like the other man. Christina had never been skullfucked before, until now. Never had she been treated in such a primal manner. Her eyes watered up again as bubbles of drool developed around the base of Brent's cock from each full thrust. When he came to a halt, his cock was shoved all the way down her throat. He held his position, groaning at the feeling of his entire length shoved into her mouth. Christina's red lips were buried in his ball hair completely devouring his massive cock. Brent could feel the collars pull around his cock in her throat. Every little gag and sputter massaged his thick tool divinely.

"Fuck yeah..."

The other man stepped closer, his right hand gripped his cock tightly as he was jerking it back and forth. If only her eyes were open, she would have time to prepare for two loads to her face. Or maybe not. Christina was in deep concentration, giving her best efforts to suck Brent's shaft. She did her best to stimulate him with her tongue as she tried to control her worn down gag reflex. When he was ready to finally explode, Brent snatched his cock from her mouth by the base. Christina's eyes flew open as she gasped in an attempt to catch her breath. She could hear Brent and the other man's voice groaning and moaning, but no words were spoken. Each cock was aimed directly at her face, leaving her with the choice to close her eyes or bravely keep them open in anticipation for the sticky mess that awaited her. It was only two loads, she thought to herself. By this point, Christina had been drenched in much more cum than that recently.

She kept her eyes open, blinking when she felt the strings and wads splattering onto her forehead and cheeks. Brent groaned while the other man made slight grunting sounds in his low voice. She kept her eyes opening with a flinch, proving that she was not scared to get her face wet and sticky. Out of breath and exhausted, Christina kept her mouth open in hopes of catching some jets of their seed. The majority of both loads went on her forehead, right cheek and with strands in her hair. What did not decorate her face fell to her great big tits below already drenched in her spit. It was so funny that during all this time she had been denied touching her tits. The mere thought of stuffing one of those thick cocks between her boobs would have been a sensual reward for her pleasure. Brent had neglected her of using her tits in such a way that Christina truly felt the next time she was able to give a tittyfuck, it would indeed be a reward.

"Eyes up here, whore."

Brent called out to her, wanting her to look up at him one last time. The blurriness of her vision had cleared up, but Christina was seeing doubles now. She knew Brent only wanted her to see that smug grin across his face. It was the look of a winner. He was so proud to have her as his slave in training. Maybe he was proud of her efforts too.

"Did I do okay?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, slow to reply. The other man turned his back and stepped away, revealing his back to be covered in tattoos to match his front. Christina kept her focus on Brent, watching as he slowly nodded his head before replying.

"You tried, but you still have much to learn."

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3 DAYS LATER

Sunlight remained absent through the passing days as Christina's training began. She never did learn the name of the tattooed man who she had serviced as part of the first day training. It did not matter, as Brent told her she would be serving only the biggest cocks that were measured on record among the blue-robed masters. He did not mention the color of their robes, but Christina figured it out based on the few she had seen dressed in blue. Brent kept her locked in the cell, isolated from any other slave girls or masters. If she were to share a room with someone else, it would only be possible with his permission and guidance by the chain. At the start of each day, Christina wondered where he would take her for the next tests in her training. Brent teased her by having Christina open her mouth wide to see if she truly had a sore throat.

She gestured that her throat may be sore, but in a playful manner, just to be a smartass towards him. After the first day, Christina spent time with Brent in an exercise area. It wasn't the most glamorous workout situation she'd ever seen but fitting for an underground sex dungeon she thought. She had her choice of running on a treadmill or working out on a stationary exercise bike. Three hours were spent in this room, complete with blue exercise mats and other equipment. Small weights were lined up on a rack across the room. Brent chose to lift weights while she rode the bicycle naked. Christina tried to joke with him but the man never dropped his guard. He was reveling in this new position as her master and made a point to remind Christina of it every chance he had. Her eyes noticed a strange marking that had been painted over the concrete floor. The blue mats covered the art, but not enough for her to see fragments of it. It was a circle painted white with what seemed to be points in the corners to make a pentagram. As Brent went through his sets he stared down Christina's naked body as she rode the bike. Her pale skin littered with beads of sweat. He got hard as he pondered the trials that awaited her shortly.

The next day, she was able to see a clear pentagram as another piece of art on a wall. Brent escorted her across multiple corridors and into a large room that contained small cells with barred doors. At long last, Christina saw the other slave girls who were also serving in the dungeon with her. Whether these other girls were in training or not was a question best left unanswered. All of them wore a white robe and a metal collar around their necks, just like her. That was until the robe fell to the floor, and they were positioned on their knees. Four women were locked in cells, with the middle room empty and waiting for Christina. Brent fastened metal wrist cuffs to lock Christina's hands to a chain that dangled from the ceiling. The cuffs and chain locking her in this position with her arms stretched up were the least of her concerns. Brent saved the best surprise for last when he revealed to Christina that a small black vibrator would be shoved into her juicy cunt.

Her first thought was that if she could keep the toy for herself. This was the first thing to feel inside of her since being collared. Christina moaned when he revealed a remote in his hand that powered the vibrator from a distance. It was black, matching the toy itself, with three buttons. What she did not know was that the other slaves also had the same vibrator pushed inside them. The one remote powered all five devices in unison. A fact Christina learned when he held it up and pressed a button to increase the speed of the vibrators. What followed was a chorus of moans from all the chained girls in their cells. Her own voice led the others in a serenade when he pressed a button to increase the pressure. Christina closed her eyes in frustration that she was unable to touch her body. The vibrator was in the right place it needed to be. Where Christina preferred to have her hands was on her tits. The other women screamed, begging for him to unlock their cells and fuck them.

"Please, Master, please fuck me. It's been over a week since I've had your cock stretching my pussy. I want to be fucked like a whore... one of your loyal whores."

After one girl begged, the others joined in. Their voices were an array of desperate pleas. They begged in pleasure even as the vibrator speed was reduced.

"I'm so horny, I need something to suck. Please master, let me suck on your cock. You have no idea how badly I need it. I need your hot cum all over my face."

"I want my ass fucked! Please, please, please, Master! It's not fair that I have to wait like this to feel you pounding me in the ass."

Sighs and groans were heard among the other women. Their cries were so specific, leaving Christina to consider joining in to complain about the fact her tits had not been fucked in several days. She could not even touch them due to the handcuffs.

"Let me suck on some fucking cock! If not yours, then someone else's. Let me suck on something!"

The anger in that voice speaking would irritate Brent, Christina thought to herself. All he did was shake his head, grinning and laughing at the girl's frustrations. He had his girls right where he wanted them. Locked up, chained, and unable to touch themselves while their eyes were focused on him. Within a few minutes, he brought a sixth woman into the room. Another slave girl, judging by the white robe she wore and the chain attached to her collar. She was slim, with long brunette hair and impressive natural breasts. The first thing Christina noticed about this slave, apart from her obedience, was a different collar around her neck. Green sparkling jewels and a gold ring were housed in the stainless steel container. She smiled at Brent before turning her attention to the other girls and giggling. Perhaps she had seen the frustrated expressions on their faces.

Christina knew at that moment that she envied this other girl. No cuffs covered her wrists when she was escorted into the room. A chain was connected to her collar and used like a leash. The different collar was enough to tell Christina that this girl had been down in the dungeon far longer than her. She must have been a higher-level slave who had completed her training. The other girls moaned, with one voice echoing loudly in a cry as she seemed to realize what was about to occur. The girl kissed Brent passionately before disrobing him and falling to her knees. Christina gritted her teeth and watched as the girl fell to her knees without being ordered in his stern voice. She kept her eyes focused on Brent, whispering dirty words to him that could not be heard over the chorus of moans and cries from the locked girls. Christina was not bothered by the sight of another slave pleasuring her master until his cock was plucked from those pink lips.

When the girl placed his shaft between her tits, Christina sighed in frustration. Brent turned to look at her, grinning smugly as the girl proceeded to tittyfuck him. Brent laughed loudly. He knew this sight alone was enough to torture Christina mentally. She did not have to tell him, for he had seen enough evidence to know how greatly she valued using her tits as weapons of pleasure. Now she was chained and locked up, watching another woman give him that pleasure. This girl's boobs were nowhere near the size of Christina's bust. If it were her in the position, she had no doubt that she would be working that cock up and down with such ease. Closing her eyes, she could not bear watching. Brent managed to open her eyes when he clicked a button on his remote, raising the pressure of her vibrator that moved at a faster speed. The other girls began gasping and moaning uncontrollably. One girl could not handle her emotions as she began to yell at him.

"Oh, my god! Ohhhh, god! I think I'm gonna cum, master! Master, please! Pleaseeeeee unlock this door and unchain me! Please, FUCK ME!!I NEED YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK AND I NEED IT NOW!!"

So far, Christina had managed to hold herself back from screaming any words of filth. She was tempted to demand that he fuck her tits, like the other slaves had spoken similar requests. Knowing Brent, she did not expect him to unlock the door to any of their cells any time soon. He had chained them in each cell for a reason. The other girls were his audience, watching him fuck this higher-ranked slave. After the tittyfucking ended, the girl assumed a position on all fours, facing the cells. Christina gazed into those dark, brown eyes before the girl grinned smugly at her. Since Brent did not bother unhooking the chain from the metal ring of her collar, the shiny links dangled to the floor. They began to shake and rattle in a clanking noise when he got behind the girl and began to thrust his cock into her tight pussy.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh yes! Fuck me while these other whores watch!"

Before the other five women in the room could react, Brent pressed a button on his remote to raise the power of their vibrators. Christina squirmed in her chains as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The other women screamed and snarled at the sound of this lucky slave getting fucked. Her breasts bounced, shaking in a rhythm with the chain dangling from her collar. With her eyes closed, Christina felt the vibrator slow back down. She zoned out from listening to the other girls scream and cuss at him. It seemed to her that Brent was enjoying the way they became angry and screamed at him. The girl in action had enough nerve to smile as she gazed forward. That look on her face was met with vulgar words screamed at her by the other girls. Christina tried her best to block it all out and not pay attention to what words they yelled.

Taking deep breaths, she opened her eyes, and tried to glance down to see the vibrator. Her view was blocked by her giant breasts. She desperately glanced up at her hands, studying the shiny silver links of the chain that hung from the ceiling. The vibrator was on the lowest setting now, leaving Christina to concentrate all her strength in not reaching an orgasm. She did not know what her master expected, but she wanted to surprise Brent. One of the other girls had surely reached her climax by now. Would he be impressed if Christina could withstand the intensity of the vibrator? For all she knew, he was likely speculating that she would reach her climax in the following minutes. Brent kept the slave occupied with down on all fours after he made her cum. She panted and moaned while taking deep breaths, never once bending her thin arms to maintain the position.

"Face down, ass up."

"As you wish, master."

As the girl lowered her head, her eyes wandered to each cell, softly smirking. She bit her lower lip before resting her head on her hands and raising her curvy ass for Brent. Christina starred into those deep, dark eyes. Something about the girl's face looked familiar to her. Those eyes and that cute face had been seen somewhere before. Christina was unsure if she had seen this girl as another guest to the hotel, or perhaps from pages in a magazine or on a billboard. Something about her just screamed supermodel. Her body was thin, but with a plump pair of tits. Brent did not hold himself back. Despite the girl's obedience, she took inch after inch of his cock as he pounded in her ass. She did not weaken through all her moans and soft whimpers of pleasure. The strength she displayed to withstand his lustful onslaught was impressive. The sounds of their flesh colliding echoed throughout the dungeon.

"I've been a bad girl, master. I've been a dirty, little fucking whore. Pound me in the ass! Punish me like I deserve!"

Brent snapped his fingers with his free hand at her. He was still thrusting into her buttocks as he replied.

"Flip me your leash, slut."

He stopped for a moment, just to watch her obey the command. The girl grabbed the end of her leash and tossed it across her left shoulder. Brent grabbed it with his left hand. His right hand fingers still clutched the remote, powering the five vibrators for each woman still under lock and key. He yanked the chain hard, forcing her head up. The girl responded to his action by pushing her hands into the floor and raising herself on all fours again. Her body arched like a perfect submissive fuckdoll. As he began to buck his hips, Brent pressed a button on the remote to increase the speed of the vibrators once more. Christina clenched her teeth and moaned uncontrollably as she shut her eyes. The girl's cries and smacking sounds were soon drowned out in the symphony of carnal screams echoing from the cells. Whatever setting he had chosen for the vibrator must have been on high. Christina felt as if she were hanging on for dear life to prevent her orgasm.

"You're a good girl. Where do you want my cum?"

"All over my face, master. Treat me like your personal cum dumpster."

Hearing those words, Christina was hesitant to open her eyes. She could hear the other women out of breath, panting and crying out as the vibrators had done their jobs. Brent had pressed a button, turning it off since he was positive they had reached their climaxes. Based on the powerful chorus of screams, they all must have reached their climax. Christina believed it to be sheer luck that her pussy did not detonate at the power of his vibrator. Whether Brent would be proud or not, she did not care. She was proud of herself for outlasting that toy, and now she was sitting there to witness this slut get her face painted in cum. A few strands went into her long brunette locks of hair, but she never flinched or looked. Her eyes remained shut as she received her master's cum as if he had dropped a load on her face a hundred times before. The girl licked her lips before opening her eyes and speaking.

"Thank you, sir."

She kissed his cock before he motioned with his hand for her to rise. Brent was still holding the remote, but had dropped the girl's chain in his other hand. The jewels encrusted in her collar glimmered and shined. Christina exhaled for a moment. She was thankful he did not touch the remote, as she now felt she could last at least another minute before she needed her climax. Her eyes studied the movement of this skinny girl as she picked up his robe, gesturing to re-dress him. Brent blushed and smiled. That was something she had never seen from him, as he acted so playful and relaxed with this higher-ranked girl. The cum was oozing down her face and dripping down her neck and boobs when Brent playfully grabbed the chain. Her eyes wandered over to him as he gently tugged at the metal links.

"I think you need a shower. Get washed up and I'll see you at dinner later tonight."

"You know I would love that."

He slipped his hands into the robe and revealed a key for the chain attached to her collar ring. Brent unhooked the chain. She stepped back and winked at him.

"It's always an honor to be your whore, master. I hope your lesser whores enjoyed the show. I'll be waiting for you in the music lounge"

The girl blew a kiss to him before she walked out. Christina blinked, widening her eyes to do a double-take. Just like that, the girl was allowed to walk freely out of the room with cum dripping down her face. It burned the other women locked up, but Christina did not care about the insult she made in the end. So far, she had managed to resist his vibrator toy with all her inner strength. That was enough for her to raise her head and be proud. Brent fastened his robe and walked across the cells, looking over his precious girls in training. He stopped at Christina's cell and smirked. His eyes immediately looked down, and the smile fell from his lips when he noticed she did not reach her orgasm. So he was expecting it after all, Christina thought to herself. A smirk ran across her lips before she spoke.

"Were you expecting me to drench the vibrator? Are you disappointed I didn't leave a mess on the floor?"

His eyes remained locked on the vibrator for several seconds before he chuckled. When Brent looked back into Christina's eyes, he flashed his teeth in a full grin.

"That's impressive. You managed to hold yourself back while the rest of these whores couldn't. I wasn't expecting that from you."

Holding the remote up at her, Brent watched her facial expression change slightly. Christina whimpered a soft moan that made him laugh.

"Oh, look at you. You can't wait to let it out. I love it when you look at me like that. So desperate and willing to beg."

With a sigh, Christina swallowed her breath before replying.

"But you're impressed, aren't you? Right... master?"

She remembered to call him by that word in the end. Brent was still smirking as he nodded again.

"Yeah, I'm impressed. If you can hold back this long, then it just proves the potential you have. Imagine how many cocks you could take before you finally reach your breaking point."

"So, do I get to keep the vibrator for myself since I made it this far?"

Brent laughed, ignoring her words entirely as he unlocked the cell door and opened it. He snatched the toy from her pussy and then Christina finally unleashed love nectar. She screeched in a high pitch as torrents of her juices ejected from her cunt, splattering onto the concrete floor.

"You don't get to keep the vibrator.Can't have you having fun on your own can we now."

With a sigh, Christina pouted. She looked at him with such disappointment, knowing Brent would simply smirk in response. At least she knew that she had outsmarted him by outlasting the vibrator. It was a small victory, but Christina was still proud of herself. The other girls were quiet in their cells, with only faint whispers and moans heard. Christina closed her eyes as Brent unlocked the door to another cell to inspect another girl. She thought about the exhibition she had just witnessed with his willing, higher-ranked slave. At least she thought that girl had to be higher ranked based on the special collar she wore and how freely Brent let her go. She remembered her first night at the Miracle Light Inn and the journey she took in the music lounge. It was there that Christina witnessed her first odd sight, by seeing a woman dressed for a date wearing a similar collar. One small piece of the puzzle had been enough to answer one of her many questions.

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1 DAY LATER

Another day, another journey down the long, winding halls and narrow corridors into another dark room. The morning hours had come and gone. By the time Brent arrived at her cell, Christina was ready for another round of training. What did her master have in store for her today? She pondered the question quietly to herself when they walked together. He had given her much to think about last night. She wanted to know the identity of the brunette haired slim girl he had fucked yesterday. The more Christina thought about the entire incident, the more she knew the game Brent was playing with her and the other slaves. They were chained and locked up for an exhibition show, all at the expense of their jealousy. She could not deny the envy she felt when that girl had the privilege of placing his cock between her breasts. To go this long without the pleasure of tittyfucking was torturing Christina.

"Who was she?"

Christina asked the simple question as she stood in front of Brent. The door had slammed shut behind her minutes ago, and she dropped her robe. To her curious eye, this was just another small room to be used for training sessions. Behind her sat two wooden tables pushed together. A metal stool with a black padded seat was close by, matching two other stools near the door. Brent had already removed the chain from her collar and set it on the table. Her wandering eyes noticed a shiny, black latex bag sitting on the table. The contents of the bag were hidden under a zipper, but that was of no concern to her at the moment.

"Who was who? You need to be more specific."

"You know who I'm talking about. That fucking whore you wanted me to watch yesterday."

Brent smirked, flashing his teeth, before he looked back at Christina.

"Oh, you mean Emily. She's one of my good girls."

"One of your... good girls?"

She was unsure if he was honest or mocking her with the name of her last TV show. Brent nodded before continuing to speak.

"Yeah, she's a good girl. I trained her about four years ago. She stays here from time to time when she needs to duck the paparazzi."

Those last words made Christina stop and think. There was something about the girl's face that was oddly familiar to her. She gasped upon realizing that it was Emily Ratajkowski she had watched yesterday.

"Four years ago?"

He nodded, still smiling as he saw the shocked expression on her face.

"If it was that long ago, then why isn't she a mistress now?"

"Emily isn't cut out for the whip and black leather outfits. She is a natural submissive who embraces her role and knows her place. You saw that yesterday. Not everyone is fit to be a master or mistress. I see you've got your eyes on a prize."

With a chuckle, he took a step back. Brent's eyes locked onto the door behind Christina. He awaited it to open. She turned around to watch another woman make her entrance into the room. Light reflected across a black, one-piece latex bodysuit covering the curves of this tall woman. Her hair was blood red, her skin pale, and her eyes dark brown. Underneath her face, giant breasts were exposed in heavy cleavage, unable to be hidden by the gold buttons on her outfit. With one good look, Christina recognized her face from days ago. This was the same mistress she had seen when she first entered the dungeon. She remembered walking by this same woman before she signed her name on the contract. Her pink lips curved into a sultry grin as the door slammed shut behind her. Hands placed on her hips, she licked her lips while noticing Christina's eyes studying her translucent latex tights that covered her legs. The final piece of her outfit was a pair of translucent plastic high heels.

"Well, well. The famous Christina Hendricks. I've been looking forward to this meeting for quite some time."

The woman called out to her in a seductive voice. Brent stood back, watching this interaction unfold.

"Who are you?"

"That's no way to talk to your mistress. You should get down on your fucking knees and show me some respect."

Christina obeyed, falling to her knees and looking down at the heels covering her feet. Brent raised an eyebrow, impressed by how quickly she assumed the position. She may not have done the same if he was ordering her. Christina had a clear motivation to eventually become a mistress. That was clear from the level of respect she had to this woman upon meeting her.

"That's a little bit better, Christina."

She did not demand to know the woman's name. Christina was curious about her identity, based solely on her voluptuous body and bright red hair. Bianca Beauchamp was not a name Christina would know. Brent and other masters down in the dungeon knew of her well. The forty-five year-old fetish model had earned the nickname of 'latex queen' after completing her training in the past. She had long risen to the status of mistress. Brent hoped that Bianca would take on the role of mistress for Christina. He found it amusing to put two busty red-headed women face-to-face with each other like this. Christina was able to see a stark reflection of herself in this woman. Bianca held the position of authority that Christina clearly desired more than anything. Brent was hoping that Bianca would be the ideal mistress to further motivate Christina to not only complete her training but also rise in the ranks.

"I hope you've had your beauty rest and are feeling like a horny little slut today. Are you in the mood to suck on some dick for your mistress, dear?"

Resting her hands on her legs, Christina nodded.

"Yes, Mistress. Master Brent here has been training my throat to take any cock."

The tone in Christina's voice made Brent roll his eyes. She could not make it more obvious that she was willing to submit to a mistress in hopes that she would some day be wearing the same type of outfit. Would she have the stride to take control when the situation deemed it necessary? That was one question he was currently thinking about. Bianca stepped aside, leaving Christina on her knees as she walked to the table and giggled loudly.

"He has, huh? You sound quite eager to indulge yourself."

Turning around, Bianca revealed a translucent red dildo attached to a leather strap-on piece. She wanted to see the reaction on Christina's face as she asked the next question.

"I'm sure you've had plenty of practice with real dicks, but what about one of these?"

The enthusiastic reaction she had reveled in merely seconds ago seemed to fade at the reveal of the plastic cock. Brent smirked when he saw the look on Christina's face. He could only wonder if she expected Bianca to start ordering him around in a show of authority.

"I've never sucked anything like that before. I prefer a real cock."

Bianca giggled as she began to fasten the strap around her waist.

"Of course, a real one is better but you need something that doesn't jerk around when testing your gag reflexes. I'm gonna help you take this big ten inch." Bianca gripped the strapon in one hand. Christina noticed that her fingers couldn't close around the girth of it.

The size made Christina swallow her breath and widen her eyes. A ten inch length would surely be enough to choke her and water her eyes. She assumed her hands would be cuffed from behind, as they had been in the previous training session. Bianca motioned with her right hand, twitching her fingers.

"Up, on your feet."

Rising up from the floor, Christina stood in front of her mistress. Bianca ordered her again.

"Drop the robe."

Again, she obediently followed the order without hesitation. Bianca's eyes scanned Christina's body, focusing on her giant natural tits. If not for the setting, Christina may have remarked to her that the boobs were real. It was obvious to her that the other woman had enhancement procedures done to increase the size of her breasts. Christina knew she was in no position to make such a statement, so she kept her thoughts to herself.

"Do you like what you see, mistress?"

Bianca nodded with a smug grin across her puffy lips.

"Yes, I do. Maybe if you do a good job, I'll let you rub your tits against mine later."

Bianca walked around behind her, eyes were still focused on Christina's body. She came to a stop behind the kneeling actress and reached a hand down to Christina's pussy. Bianca purred a soft moan before speaking again.

Bianca moved in front of Christina, brandishing her glistening hand.

"Ohhhhh, look at that. You're already wet. Can't get your mind off sucking dick? Or do I have that effect on you?"

Giggling at the remark, Christina shook her head while blushing. Brent moved behind her with a pair of wrist cuffs.

"Hands behind your back, Christina."

With a sigh, she followed the command.

"I just knew I was gonna get cuffed again."

"And I just knew you were gonna complain about it some more."

Brent mocked her with a level of sarcasm that made Christina cringe. He knew how to press her buttons when he wanted to. Once the cuffs were locked around her wrists, Brent guided her to lower herself back to her knees. Christina had to be careful since she did not have her hands to support the balance. At least this time, she would not have to worry about her collar being bolted to a wooden post. Her big, blue eyes gazed up at Bianca. Christina ignored the plastic red cock for a moment.

"I'm ready, mistress."

"Are you really? Show me you're telling the truth."

Without her hands, Christina could only open her mouth widely in anticipation for Bianca's strap-on cock. The latex-clad mistress giggled as Brent stepped closer. Christina should have guessed he was going to stand next to the woman to watch.

"Open wider for me. This dick isn't gonna bend or move around in your mouth."

Christina did her best to open her mouth wide in an 'O' shape. Brent crossed his arms as his eyes locked on Christina's face. As long as he was standing there, she was going to see him from the corner of her right eye. For the time being, Christina needed to ignore his looming presence. She closed her eyes momentarily when Bianca slid the crown of the plastic cock between her lips. The texture and hardness served as a caution to Christina that this would not be like sucking a real cock along with its intimidating dimensions.

"That's it, that's it. Let me see those pretty eyes. Look at me, Christina."

Bianca's voice was calm and soothing, as if she were guiding Christina through an act of love. Christina tried not to look at Brent when she opened her eyes, knowing that his gaze was fixed on her. Squeezing her lips around the plastic red cock, Christina began to slowly bob her head up and down. If she had to guess, she figured that at least four inches of the shaft were in her mouth. This was only the beginning, as she still had plenty of time to mentally prepare herself for the deep-throating that awaited her.

"You know what's the best part about sucking one of these? You don't have to stop and worry about the man cumming too soon. There's no need to spit it out and tease."

As if that would be of any use with her hands cuffed. The only thing that was surely to bother Christina at this rate was not being able to fondle her own breasts. That nearly drove her mad when she sucked cock days ago. Taking her time, she slowly bobbed her head up and down, sucking every inch that was between her lips. Bianca stood there and observed the action. She noticed that Christina kept her eyes locked on her, not wandering to look at Brent.

"Let's see how well you've been trained. I want to see how far you can go down on it."

Prompted by the new order, Christina came to a halt. The red cock was still in her mouth as she began to slowly push it past the back of her mouth and into her throat. This was a moment she was dreading, since she knew it would no doubt water up her eyes and make her gag. As she pushed it further down, she closed her eyes and then choked with seven inches of the dildo pushing down her throat. It was a valiant attempt, but Christina did not force it down to choke herself. As her eyes were shut, she could hear Brent exhaling a deep breath.

"Keep it there. I'm gonna help you now."

Hearing Bianca speak was enough for Christina to open her eyes. She still refused to gaze in Brent's direction as she felt Bianca's right hand reach behind her head. Her long, orange hair was not in a ponytail today. She felt the other woman's fingers twist, gripping at her hair, as she then began to push the remaining thick inches further down Christina's throat. Her neck pushed against the collar as the dildo made its way deeper into her throat.

"Look at me."

Brent cleared his throat after speaking. Once again, Bianca noticed that Christina did not seem to want to look in his direction. Maybe she was upset with him over something that occurred in the past few days, or perhaps it was something else. Bianca had trained other women before her. She was well aware of Brent's attitude toward his slaves and the trials he put them through. For the time being, Bianca focused on shoving the rest of the strap-on cock down Christina's throats. She did not gag initially but began choking when the entire length was properly inserted in her mouth.

"Now look at that. It went all the way down."

Bianca giggled after speaking. Christina kept her eyes open, hoping that they would not water up like last time. A blurry vision made it easier to look at Brent, but she did not want to struggle with her sight. Bianca began to buck her hips slowly, thrusting the strap-on cock further down Christina's throat.

"Just relax and breath. When you tense up, you make it harder on yourself. Just relax."

This was the same advice Brent had given her back on that first day. Christina listened to him over time, but now she felt better with the advice spoken by another woman. Her eyes had shifted away from Brent again as she looked up at Bianca as her rightful mistress. Bianca's fingers tightened around several locks of Christina's hair as she began to thrust the dildo cock in and out of her mouth.

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

Brent watched intently as she was face fucked by the thick plastic cock. His eyes focused on the action as he studied every second of movement. Christina wondered if he was ever going to drop his robe and begin jacking off at this sight. There was no question that his cock had hardened to full length. Bianca went slow, watching as she closed her eyes. Christina was no longer panicking as she was determined to suck this entire length. As Bianca thrust, Christina pushed her lips down further, proving that she could suck the dildo on her own.

"That's very good, Christina. It's okay to gag around the dick as long as it helps you take it deeper."

Bianca stopped thrusting, allowing Christina to take charge and move her head up and down. She pulled at her wrists from within the cuffs, desperate to be free to touch herself. A burning sensation could be felt between her legs, as Christina was now in the heat of her lust. If only she could finger herself or massage her own tits. She opened her eyes and gazed up at Bianca, who stroked her hair with one finger.

"Don't look at me, Christina. Look at your master."

She stopped bobbing her lips, keeping the dildo down her throat. Bianca then took over, bucking her hips to thrust that strap-on cock down Christina's throat.

"You need to learn to associate your partner's pleasure with your own. You should get off on them enjoying your body and talents. You should take pride in your skills and abilities when you use them."

Brent nodded at Bianca's speech. Christina kept her eyes focused on his face as she accepted the advice. Bianca stopped thrusting, just to see if Christina would suck on her own. She did not disappoint her master or mistress as she began to furiously bob her head up and down, slobbering and gagging herself on the length. Even through teary eyes she pushed on to fuck her own throat for her masters.

"Listen to that. The sweet sounds of a whore who loves to suck dick."

Bianca grinned after uttering her words. Christina had to wonder just how wet the other woman was from this act. She could smell Bianca's arousal, somehow that spurred her on. She extracted the strap-on cock from her mouth, leaving only the head between her lips. Brent witnessed her shove the entire length of the red cock back down her throat. Christina gagged loudly, with excess saliva leaking from the left corner of her mouth. She felt the warm drool land on her tits, reminding her that she could not move her hands to play with her own tits. Pulling herself back, Christina finally extracted the plastic cock from her mouth with an audible gasp. Long strings of saliva dangled back to the shiny, translucent red toy and back to her mouth. Bianca removed her hands from her head, now done with her part. Brent grinned as he finally dropped his robe to the floor and revealed his hard cock at full mast. Before he had a chance to say anything, Christina looked him directly in the eye and spoke.

"Fuck my mouth, master."

Brent stepped closer to Christina while Bianca giggled at her remark. His right hand clutched his cock, ready to feed it to her.

"What did you say to me, whore?"

Closing her mouth for a moment, Christina swallowed her breath and focused her gaze on his face. The words she was about to speak were certainly the most filthy language she had in store for him. Unable to take it anymore, Christina was more than eager to gag on a real cock.

"I want you to fuck my mouth, master. Skullfuck me like the nasty whore I am."

His eyebrows quirked up. That was a sign to her that she had at least surprised him with her language. Whether it was calling herself a nasty whore or the use of the word 'skullfuck', Christina was happy to play along. He lowered his left hand down to her head, quickly snatching several locks of hair into a tight grip.

"I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to."

With a grunt, Brent slammed his cock into Christina's mouth. She closed her eyes but did not choke as she felt his length drive down the back of her throat. Gagging sounds could be heard throughout the room as he placed his other hand over her head and spread his legs out. He pulled her head down as hard as he could and grinded his fully engulfed cock in the hot tightness of her throat. Christina left her eyes closed, feeling his cock pound her throat with each full thrust. Brent gritted his teeth and grunted.

"You wanted this, so fucking TAKE IT!!"

Inch after inch of his hard cock pumped between her lips. Her breasts swayed, jiggling left and right with the movement of her head. After slobbering all over a plastic toy, Christina was grateful to have a real dick to suck right now. If only she could press her hands over her breasts, pinch her own nipples, and finger herself. To have her hands restricted like this had only driven her more wild.

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

While Brent fucked Christina's mouth, Bianca had taken off the strap-on. She set it back down on the table before stripping the latex outfit from her body. She sat her plump ass down on the table and stretched her legs out to glance down at her wet pussy. The fetish model began to finger herself at the sight of Brent giving Christina the business. With each full thrust, his balls rubbed against her chin. After a few minutes, Christina's eyes finally watered, and streams of tears ran from the corners. She was impressed in her own abilities that she could withstand enough pressure until now that the tears flowed from her eyes. Christina opened her eyes and gazed up at Brent. She saw his face scrunching up as he made eye contact with her.

"I knew you could handle it if you tried. That's my Hollywood cocksucker!"

He began to thrust again, prompting Christina to shut her eyes once more. She tried to pull at her wrist cuffs, desperate to touch her own body, as he began to pound his cock down her throat again. Bianca gasped and exhaled deep moans of pleasure at this sight. Her middle finger was pushed beyond the pink folds of her cunt. Each time Brent made a hard thrust, Bianca tried to give herself a similar pleasure by aggressively wiggling her finger in her cunt. She adjusted herself on the table, sliding into the corner where she was facing Christina and watching her body rock from the backside view.

"KAH-GWAHK-KAH-GWAH!"

Streams of drool leaked from both corners of Christina's mouth, trailing down her neck and to her tits. Her pale pink capped tits were coated in rivulets of spit. If only she could grab her boobs and make use of the spittle that was falling on them. Christina could hear the soft cries of pleasure in her mistress' voice. It had not dawned on her what the other woman was doing in the room. At this point, it was only a matter of guessing who would reach their orgasm first: master or mistress. Christina was going to be desperate to pleasure herself with her own hand when she was locked back up. Brent grunted before snatching his cock out of her mouth. Christina opened her eyes wide upon feeling the absence of his thick, mighty shaft.

"Cum all over my face, please! Please, master!"

Her voice was nearly hoarse from all the sucking, but Christina was still able to speak. She watched his hand glide back and forth across his slobber soaked shaft in a blur before the first string of cum went flying in the air. Christina kept her eyes open to see the cum briefly before it splattered across her forehead. Bianca was the one closing her eyes as she wiggled her finger faster at the same time Brent was dropping his load onto Christina's face. Two wads of cum landed on her left cheek, dripping down to her tits. She blinked once but kept her eyes focused on her master. Christina opened her mouth wide, parting her tongue in an effort to catch some of the cum. What did not end up on her face went to her tits below. Out of breath and slightly fatigued, Brent stepped away from Christina as someone else began to cry.

"Ohhhhh, that was so fucking HOT!!"

Bianca screeched and yelled at the top of her lungs as a powerful stream of her juices flew into the air. She shook her left leg, the heel coming loose and falling to the floor with a thunderous slam. Her pussy had become a fountain, gushing and squirting her love nectar that rained down onto Christina's back and into her hair from behind. The actress moaned, not expecting this at all. If only Bianca had been standing close to Brent, they could have both given her an epic facial together. Her eyes never left Brent's face. Christina was reveling in her display of filth. She no longer cared about the handcuffs restricting her hands. For she knew that once she was locked up in her private cell later tonight, she would be furiously fingering herself.

******************

2 DAYS LATER

"We're almost ready. Just one more twist."

A new day but the same training room was Christina's destination for the day. Brent's voice echoed in the room as Christina sat on her knees. She did not look in his direction, instead focusing her gaze on a man who stood in front of her. Here she was, on her knees again, in the room where her throat training began. Brent told her she was ready for a true test. Bianca stood across from her, wearing bright red latex pants that matched a bustier with heavy cleavage. The mistress made her presence known with a striking outfit. Her job was to give guidance to Christina, just as she had done during their first meeting. Whatever advice she may have to offer would only be background noise to the actress. Christina was confident and determined in her abilities. More than anything, she was hungry for dick. If it was Brent's intention to stand around and witness her new skills as a cocksucker, then her partner would be in for a show to remember. Christina felt primed and ready, no longer intimidated by any size.

It no longer bothered her that her hands were to be restricted. As a small token of appreciation for her last performance, Brent chose something else instead of the handcuffs. Christina was positioned on her knees behind the same wooden post that she had been chained to on that first day. Only this time, her wrist cuffs were connected to chain links bolted into posts on the side. This raised her arms slightly but gave her access to push her hands down and grip something. That was enough to help Christina with the balancing issues she had from earlier experiences. Some great reward, she thought to herself. After all these sessions of getting throat-fucked, Christina felt a burning sensation between her legs. She needed to be fucked, more or less. There was only so much pleasure she could give herself with the touch of her hand.

Once more, she was unable to touch her breasts, but it did not bother her this time. She was confident that by the time she had the chance to tittyfuck a cock again, she was going to destroy a man. Christina felt as if she had learned more about herself in a single week in this place than in all those years of her past marriage. The single life had come to an end for her in a strange way. The collar locked around her neck carried more meaning than any fancy ring she could have been gifted. As she licked her lips, her big blue eyes gazed up at the man waiting for the order. The bald, tattooed man was absent today. Maybe it was Brent's choice to bring in another lucky guy or maybe this was standard protocol among the masters. Christina did not care. This man would be screaming his head off in delight at her newly developed oral skills in one way or another.

Blue robes covered the body of this tall black man. His name was meaningless to Christina, just as she did not care about the name of the first man she had sucked dry in this room. His head was nearly shaved, with a short line of hair. A mustache was visible above his upper lip, all while his big brown eyes were locked on her blue hues. Christina had never been with a black man before. If Brent fantasized about watching her take on a big black cock, his wish would soon come true. Christina was not going to let the collar and cuffs stop her from taking control. The lust she felt could not be contained. No matter how big this man's dick was, she was going to destroy it. The black man dropped his robe from his shoulders, freeing his massive erect cock right in front of Christina. He stood there with one hand wrapped around his pole, stroking it slowly as if he were taunting her. She watched as he pumped his cock from base to bulbous blackened purple tip. From an early guess, Christina could see his cock was longer than Bianca's strap-on dildo she had previously sucked. That would not matter to her. The bigger, the better.

"Alright, I think that's good."

Brent spoke after locking Christina's collar into the wooden post. The movement of her neck was restricted again, but that did not bother her. Christina refused to be intimidated by the size of this man's cock or any other limitations. She licked her lips, sitting in silence as she could feel a strange cold breeze across her pale, naked body. Her long, red hair was pinned in a ponytail to keep any strands of hair from accidentally moving into her line of sight. Brent cleared his throat before speaking.

"Are you ready, whore?"

"Yes master."

No hesitation was audible in her voice whatsoever. Christina was in another zone, locked in and ready for this. Brent gave the nod at the man, signaling that it was finally time to begin. He stepped forward as Christina opened her mouth wide, waiting for his dark pole. When the head pushed against her tongue, she immediately enveloped her lips around the head and closed her eyes. His fingers slid behind her head gripping the ponytail in one hand into a few locks of her hair, forming a tight grip. That feeling was not enough to break her concentration as she sucked his long dick. A grunt was heard as he then began to buck his hips hard, slamming his big black cock down her throat. Her head pushed back into the post keeping her mouth right where the man wanted. She did not choke or gag upon feeling the crown of his shaft rubbing at the back of her throat. Christina kept her eyes shut while feeling his balls rub against her chin and strands of pubic hair. He let her flex her throat muscles around his enveloped cock for nearly 30 seconds, staring down at her red lips ringing the base of his cock. The man grunted and groaned before pulling back. If this was a sign of things to come, she was prepared for a rough skullfucking.

Another grunt was heard as the man withdrew most of his cock before slamming it back down her throat. The chains on the post rattled with the force of his thrust.Christina started to gag, but did not choke. She guessed that the man was slowly finding a rhythm to fuck her mouth, still confident she could handle his best effort. Brent crossed his arms over his chest as he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Bianca. Their eyes never glanced away from the action. The sounds of Christina gagging filled the room between grunts and moans from the man. When she opened her eyes, Christina hoped that she could taunt the man with her eyes alone as if daring him to give her everything he's got. She looked up at him, sucking inch after inch of his cock that was shoved between her lips. Over and over, she sucked inch after inch with ease. The man grunted and pushed his entire length down her throat again. Christina closed her eyes, gagging loudly as she pressed her palms against the wooden posts. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as he pressed hard into her throat completely and stayed there.

Brent noticed that she did not panic this time. Christina breathed out of her nose, blowing air through the man's pubic hair. Thick ropes of spit were pulled up from her throat when he pulled his shaft back. She reopened her eyes. The man slammed his cock to the back of her throat again, making her gag louder. So far, so good, Christina was not choking on his length. She took every inch and sucked vigorously. Growling grunts were heard as the man gritted his teeth. It became clear in the passing seconds that this was not a challenge for the cocksucking slave. The man was struggling with Christina, who seemed to be on a mission to make him cum with her mouth. Brent was impressed. His eyebrows quirked as the man began to buck his hips hard, giving in to the temptation to skullfuck her. Christina was ready for it, despite her collar being locked into the wooden post.

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

Slobbering and sucking noises echoed from the floor as spit leaked from the left corner of her mouth. The chains attached to her wrists dangled and clanked loudly against the wooden posts. Over and over, the man thrust his cock between her lips. Christina not only took it; she was sucking as if she were in control. Brent's lips slowly curled into a smile with each gagging sound he heard. He was more than impressed by her efforts. By the rate of her sucking, she was surely going to make this man cum before he was ready. Brent leaned down and quickly began to loosen the lock of her collar in the post. He had seen enough. The time had come for Christina to take charge.

"Show us what you've learned. Take it all the way down, with no help."

Her eyes opened wide at the feeling of the collar ring loosening in the post. She did not need her hands to do this. All she needed was to be able to properly move her neck. Christina took charge, bobbing her head up and down at a fast pace. The man took deep breaths and began panting. With her hands dangling from the other wooden posts, Christina gripped them to help balance herself. The man removed his hands from her head, allowing her to devour his shaft the way she desired. Brent and Bianca's eyes widened as they smiled at this sight. The man was groaning uncontrollably. His voice elevated, but Christina refused to stop sucking. She no longer cared if this man wanted to blow his load on her face. She needed to taste his cum. She needed to swallow a hot load in front of her master and mistress. With a grunt, the man's face scrunched up.

"Oh, god!!"

The tone of his voice and loudness told Christina that he was close to blowing his load. She pushed his cock all the way back down her throat, finally choking herself with the length as her lips burrowed into his pubic hair.

"God DAMN!!"

He gritted his teeth and snarled as his cock erupted down her throat. At long last, Christina had a truly great reward for her efforts. The man wailed uncontrollably as she milked spurt after spurt of cum from his cock nearly straight down her throat. His screams echoed throughout the room, no doubt catching the attention of both Brent and Bianca. Christina continued to suck while swallowing every drop of cum she tasted. After grunting again, the man finally snatched his depleted cock from her mouth. Saliva strings and one thick rope of cum dripped from her lower lip. Christina gritted her teeth and exhaled as she kept her gaze focused on the man. No chains could hold back her lust anymore. She had learned to find ways to unleash her desires. The more cocks she sucked, the more Christina felt the urge to fuck. A sinister grin ran across Brent's lips, as he had seen enough to judge that she had passed the first trial of her training.

"Now look at that. It went all the way down."

Bianca giggled after speaking. Christina kept her eyes open, hoping that they would not water up like last time. A blurry vision made it easier to look at Brent, but she did not want to struggle with her sight. Bianca began to buck her hips slowly, thrusting the strap-on cock further down Christina's throat.

"Just relax and breath. When you tense up, you make it harder on yourself. Just relax."

This was the same advice Brent had given her back on that first day. Christina listened to him over time, but now she felt better with the advice spoken by another woman. Her eyes had shifted away from Brent again as she looked up at Bianca as her rightful mistress. Bianca's fingers tightened around several locks of Christina's hair as she began to thrust the dildo cock in and out of her mouth.

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

Brent watched intently as she was face fucked by the thick plastic cock. His eyes focused on the action as he studied every second of movement. Christina wondered if he was ever going to drop his robe and begin jacking off at this sight. There was no question that his cock had hardened to full length. Bianca went slow, watching as she closed her eyes. Christina was no longer panicking as she was determined to suck this entire length. As Bianca thrust, Christina pushed her lips down further, proving that she could suck the dildo on her own.

"That's very good, Christina. It's okay to gag around the dick as long as it helps you take it deeper."

Bianca stopped thrusting, allowing Christina to take charge and move her head up and down. She pulled at her wrists from within the cuffs, desperate to be free to touch herself. A burning sensation could be felt between her legs, as Christina was now in the heat of her lust. If only she could finger herself or massage her own tits. She opened her eyes and gazed up at Bianca, who stroked her hair with one finger.

"Don't look at me, Christina. Look at your master."

She stopped bobbing her lips, keeping the dildo down her throat. Bianca then took over, bucking her hips to thrust that strap-on cock down Christina's throat.

"You need to learn to associate your partner's pleasure with your own. You should get off on them enjoying your body and talents. You should take pride in your skills and abilities when you use them."

Brent nodded at Bianca's speech. Christina kept her eyes focused on his face as she accepted the advice. Bianca stopped thrusting, just to see if Christina would suck on her own. She did not disappoint her master or mistress as she began to furiously bob her head up and down, slobbering and gagging herself on the length. Even through teary eyes she pushed on to fuck her own throat for her masters.

"Listen to that. The sweet sounds of a whore who loves to suck dick."

Bianca grinned after uttering her words. Christina had to wonder just how wet the other woman was from this act. She could smell Bianca's arousal, somehow that spurred her on. She extracted the strap-on cock from her mouth, leaving only the head between her lips. Brent witnessed her shove the entire length of the red cock back down her throat. Christina gagged loudly, with excess saliva leaking from the left corner of her mouth. She felt the warm drool land on her tits, reminding her that she could not move her hands to play with her own tits. Pulling herself back, Christina finally extracted the plastic cock from her mouth with an audible gasp. Long strings of saliva dangled back to the shiny, translucent red toy and back to her mouth. Bianca removed her hands from her head, now done with her part. Brent grinned as he finally dropped his robe to the floor and revealed his hard cock at full mast. Before he had a chance to say anything, Christina looked him directly in the eye and spoke.

"Fuck my mouth, master."

Brent stepped closer to Christina while Bianca giggled at her remark. His right hand clutched his cock, ready to feed it to her.

"What did you say to me, whore?"

Closing her mouth for a moment, Christina swallowed her breath and focused her gaze on his face. The words she was about to speak were certainly the most filthy language she had in store for him. Unable to take it anymore, Christina was more than eager to gag on a real cock.

"I want you to fuck my mouth, master. Skullfuck me like the nasty whore I am."

His eyebrows quirked up. That was a sign to her that she had at least surprised him with her language. Whether it was calling herself a nasty whore or the use of the word 'skullfuck', Christina was happy to play along. He lowered his left hand down to her head, quickly snatching several locks of hair into a tight grip.

"I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to."

With a grunt, Brent slammed his cock into Christina's mouth. She closed her eyes but did not choke as she felt his length drive down the back of her throat. Gagging sounds could be heard throughout the room as he placed his other hand over her head and spread his legs out. He pulled her head down as hard as he could and grinded his fully engulfed cock in the hot tightness of her throat. Christina left her eyes closed, feeling his cock pound her throat with each full thrust. Brent gritted his teeth and grunted.

"You wanted this, so fucking TAKE IT!!"

Inch after inch of his hard cock pumped between her lips. Her breasts swayed, jiggling left and right with the movement of her head. After slobbering all over a plastic toy, Christina was grateful to have a real dick to suck right now. If only she could press her hands over her breasts, pinch her own nipples, and finger herself. To have her hands restricted like this had only driven her more wild.

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

While Brent fucked Christina's mouth, Bianca had taken off the strap-on. She set it back down on the table before stripping the latex outfit from her body. She sat her plump ass down on the table and stretched her legs out to glance down at her wet pussy. The fetish model began to finger herself at the sight of Brent giving Christina the business. With each full thrust, his balls rubbed against her chin. After a few minutes, Christina's eyes finally watered, and streams of tears ran from the corners. She was impressed in her own abilities that she could withstand enough pressure until now that the tears flowed from her eyes. Christina opened her eyes and gazed up at Brent. She saw his face scrunching up as he made eye contact with her.

"I knew you could handle it if you tried. That's my Hollywood cocksucker!"

He began to thrust again, prompting Christina to shut her eyes once more. She tried to pull at her wrist cuffs, desperate to touch her own body, as he began to pound his cock down her throat again. Bianca gasped and exhaled deep moans of pleasure at this sight. Her middle finger was pushed beyond the pink folds of her cunt. Each time Brent made a hard thrust, Bianca tried to give herself a similar pleasure by aggressively wiggling her finger in her cunt. She adjusted herself on the table, sliding into the corner where she was facing Christina and watching her body rock from the backside view.

"KAH-GWAHK-KAH-GWAH!"

Streams of drool leaked from both corners of Christina's mouth, trailing down her neck and to her tits. Her pale pink capped tits were coated in rivulets of spit. If only she could grab her boobs and make use of the spittle that was falling on them. Christina could hear the soft cries of pleasure in her mistress' voice. It had not dawned on her what the other woman was doing in the room. At this point, it was only a matter of guessing who would reach their orgasm first: master or mistress. Christina was going to be desperate to pleasure herself with her own hand when she was locked back up. Brent grunted before snatching his cock out of her mouth. Christina opened her eyes wide upon feeling the absence of his thick, mighty shaft.

"Cum all over my face, please! Please, master!"

Her voice was nearly hoarse from all the sucking, but Christina was still able to speak. She watched his hand glide back and forth across his slobber soaked shaft in a blur before the first string of cum went flying in the air. Christina kept her eyes open to see the cum briefly before it splattered across her forehead. Bianca was the one closing her eyes as she wiggled her finger faster at the same time Brent was dropping his load onto Christina's face. Two wads of cum landed on her left cheek, dripping down to her tits. She blinked once but kept her eyes focused on her master. Christina opened her mouth wide, parting her tongue in an effort to catch some of the cum. What did not end up on her face went to her tits below. Out of breath and slightly fatigued, Brent stepped away from Christina as someone else began to cry.

"Ohhhhh, that was so fucking HOT!!"

Bianca screeched and yelled at the top of her lungs as a powerful stream of her juices flew into the air. She shook her left leg, the heel coming loose and falling to the floor with a thunderous slam. Her pussy had become a fountain, gushing and squirting her love nectar that rained down onto Christina's back and into her hair from behind. The actress moaned, not expecting this at all. If only Bianca had been standing close to Brent, they could have both given her an epic facial together. Her eyes never left Brent's face. Christina was reveling in her display of filth. She no longer cared about the handcuffs restricting her hands. For she knew that once she was locked up in her private cell later tonight, she would be furiously fingering herself.

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2 DAYS LATER

"We're almost ready. Just one more twist."

A new day but the same training room was Christina's destination for the day. Brent's voice echoed in the room as Christina sat on her knees. She did not look in his direction, instead focusing her gaze on a man who stood in front of her. Here she was, on her knees again, in the room where her throat training began. Brent told her she was ready for a true test. Bianca stood across from her, wearing bright red latex pants that matched a bustier with heavy cleavage. The mistress made her presence known with a striking outfit. Her job was to give guidance to Christina, just as she had done during their first meeting. Whatever advice she may have to offer would only be background noise to the actress. Christina was confident and determined in her abilities. More than anything, she was hungry for dick. If it was Brent's intention to stand around and witness her new skills as a cocksucker, then her partner would be in for a show to remember. Christina felt primed and ready, no longer intimidated by any size.

It no longer bothered her that her hands were to be restricted. As a small token of appreciation for her last performance, Brent chose something else instead of the handcuffs. Christina was positioned on her knees behind the same wooden post that she had been chained to on that first day. Only this time, her wrist cuffs were connected to chain links bolted into posts on the side. This raised her arms slightly but gave her access to push her hands down and grip something. That was enough to help Christina with the balancing issues she had from earlier experiences. Some great reward, she thought to herself. After all these sessions of getting throat-fucked, Christina felt a burning sensation between her legs. She needed to be fucked, more or less. There was only so much pleasure she could give herself with the touch of her hand.

Once more, she was unable to touch her breasts, but it did not bother her this time. She was confident that by the time she had the chance to tittyfuck a cock again, she was going to destroy a man. Christina felt as if she had learned more about herself in a single week in this place than in all those years of her past marriage. The single life had come to an end for her in a strange way. The collar locked around her neck carried more meaning than any fancy ring she could have been gifted. As she licked her lips, her big blue eyes gazed up at the man waiting for the order. The bald, tattooed man was absent today. Maybe it was Brent's choice to bring in another lucky guy or maybe this was standard protocol among the masters. Christina did not care. This man would be screaming his head off in delight at her newly developed oral skills in one way or another.

Blue robes covered the body of this tall black man. His name was meaningless to Christina, just as she did not care about the name of the first man she had sucked dry in this room. His head was nearly shaved, with a short line of hair. A mustache was visible above his upper lip, all while his big brown eyes were locked on her blue hues. Christina had never been with a black man before. If Brent fantasized about watching her take on a big black cock, his wish would soon come true. Christina was not going to let the collar and cuffs stop her from taking control. The lust she felt could not be contained. No matter how big this man's dick was, she was going to destroy it. The black man dropped his robe from his shoulders, freeing his massive erect cock right in front of Christina. He stood there with one hand wrapped around his pole, stroking it slowly as if he were taunting her. She watched as he pumped his cock from base to bulbous blackened purple tip. From an early guess, Christina could see his cock was longer than Bianca's strap-on dildo she had previously sucked. That would not matter to her. The bigger, the better.

"Alright, I think that's good."

Brent spoke after locking Christina's collar into the wooden post. The movement of her neck was restricted again, but that did not bother her. Christina refused to be intimidated by the size of this man's cock or any other limitations. She licked her lips, sitting in silence as she could feel a strange cold breeze across her pale, naked body. Her long, red hair was pinned in a ponytail to keep any strands of hair from accidentally moving into her line of sight. Brent cleared his throat before speaking.

"Are you ready, whore?"

"Yes master."

No hesitation was audible in her voice whatsoever. Christina was in another zone, locked in and ready for this. Brent gave the nod at the man, signaling that it was finally time to begin. He stepped forward as Christina opened her mouth wide, waiting for his dark pole. When the head pushed against her tongue, she immediately enveloped her lips around the head and closed her eyes. His fingers slid behind her head gripping the ponytail in one hand into a few locks of her hair, forming a tight grip. That feeling was not enough to break her concentration as she sucked his long dick. A grunt was heard as he then began to buck his hips hard, slamming his big black cock down her throat. Her head pushed back into the post keeping her mouth right where the man wanted. She did not choke or gag upon feeling the crown of his shaft rubbing at the back of her throat. Christina kept her eyes shut while feeling his balls rub against her chin and strands of pubic hair. He let her flex her throat muscles around his enveloped cock for nearly 30 seconds, staring down at her red lips ringing the base of his cock. The man grunted and groaned before pulling back. If this was a sign of things to come, she was prepared for a rough skullfucking.

Another grunt was heard as the man withdrew most of his cock before slamming it back down her throat. The chains on the post rattled with the force of his thrust.Christina started to gag, but did not choke. She guessed that the man was slowly finding a rhythm to fuck her mouth, still confident she could handle his best effort. Brent crossed his arms over his chest as he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Bianca. Their eyes never glanced away from the action. The sounds of Christina gagging filled the room between grunts and moans from the man. When she opened her eyes, Christina hoped that she could taunt the man with her eyes alone as if daring him to give her everything he's got. She looked up at him, sucking inch after inch of his cock that was shoved between her lips. Over and over, she sucked inch after inch with ease. The man grunted and pushed his entire length down her throat again. Christina closed her eyes, gagging loudly as she pressed her palms against the wooden posts. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as he pressed hard into her throat completely and stayed there.

Brent noticed that she did not panic this time. Christina breathed out of her nose, blowing air through the man's pubic hair. Thick ropes of spit were pulled up from her throat when he pulled his shaft back. She reopened her eyes. The man slammed his cock to the back of her throat again, making her gag louder. So far, so good, Christina was not choking on his length. She took every inch and sucked vigorously. Growling grunts were heard as the man gritted his teeth. It became clear in the passing seconds that this was not a challenge for the cocksucking slave. The man was struggling with Christina, who seemed to be on a mission to make him cum with her mouth. Brent was impressed. His eyebrows quirked as the man began to buck his hips hard, giving in to the temptation to skullfuck her. Christina was ready for it, despite her collar being locked into the wooden post.

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

Slobbering and sucking noises echoed from the floor as spit leaked from the left corner of her mouth. The chains attached to her wrists dangled and clanked loudly against the wooden posts. Over and over, the man thrust his cock between her lips. Christina not only took it; she was sucking as if she were in control. Brent's lips slowly curled into a smile with each gagging sound he heard. He was more than impressed by her efforts. By the rate of her sucking, she was surely going to make this man cum before he was ready. Brent leaned down and quickly began to loosen the lock of her collar in the post. He had seen enough. The time had come for Christina to take charge.

"Show us what you've learned. Take it all the way down, with no help."

Her eyes opened wide at the feeling of the collar ring loosening in the post. She did not need her hands to do this. All she needed was to be able to properly move her neck. Christina took charge, bobbing her head up and down at a fast pace. The man took deep breaths and began panting. With her hands dangling from the other wooden posts, Christina gripped them to help balance herself. The man removed his hands from her head, allowing her to devour his shaft the way she desired. Brent and Bianca's eyes widened as they smiled at this sight. The man was groaning uncontrollably. His voice elevated, but Christina refused to stop sucking. She no longer cared if this man wanted to blow his load on her face. She needed to taste his cum. She needed to swallow a hot load in front of her master and mistress. With a grunt, the man's face scrunched up.

"Oh, god!!"

The tone of his voice and loudness told Christina that he was close to blowing his load. She pushed his cock all the way back down her throat, finally choking herself with the length as her lips burrowed into his pubic hair.

"God DAMN!!"

He gritted his teeth and snarled as his cock erupted down her throat. At long last, Christina had a truly great reward for her efforts. The man wailed uncontrollably as she milked spurt after spurt of cum from his cock nearly straight down her throat. His screams echoed throughout the room, no doubt catching the attention of both Brent and Bianca. Christina continued to suck while swallowing every drop of cum she tasted. After grunting again, the man finally snatched his depleted cock from her mouth. Saliva strings and one thick rope of cum dripped from her lower lip. Christina gritted her teeth and exhaled as she kept her gaze focused on the man. No chains could hold back her lust anymore. She had learned to find ways to unleash her desires. The more cocks she sucked, the more Christina felt the urge to fuck. A sinister grin ran across Brent's lips, as he had seen enough to judge that she had passed the first trial of her training.

TO BE CONTINUED

[flawed_existence]

I don't know how you do it. Each chapter gets better than the last one.

Emily down in the dungeon was a pleasant surprise. Will more celebs be showing up alongside Christina now?

[Viri]

Just here to tell you more, more, more. Keep it coming lol

[Cadeauxxx]

I don't know how you do it. Each chapter gets better than the last one.

Emily down in the dungeon was a pleasant surprise. Will more celebs be showing up alongside Christina now?

I don't want to spoil any surprises, but there are some more special guests waiting in cells. 

[diamond_luv]

I read this several months ago and meant to leave a comment.

I love Bianca and have been turned on to her more so in the past year.

I can totally imagine her in this situation lol. Christina has a new role model. Forget Toby, she has Brent and Bianca to show her the way of being a true fuck machine.

[Cadeauxxx]

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

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.



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

[Cadeauxxx]

Massive overhaul to this series.

I have went back and corrected some errors and am doing more proofreading that was previously missed.

All chapters have now been combined into a single thread. The series evolved from a mystery involving Christina and now features a full cast.

The last chapter in 2024 was around the time I began having serious health issues, and I made several mistakes in my own editing. This has since been fixed.

After 2 and a half years, the wait is finally over and chapter 8 is done. It is one of the most ambitious projects and experimental stories I have ever written. I hope you all enjoy it.

[Cadeauxxx]

Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 8
Starring: Christina Hendricks, Bianca Beauchamp, Maitland Ward, Aletta Ocean, Scarlett Johansson, Amanda Nicole

Codes: FF, MMF, FemDom, Lesbian, Slave, Collars and Chains, BDSM, Dungeon, Humiliation, Ritual, Mistress, Dominatrix, Latex, Spanking, Fisting, Rough Sex, Cages, Voyeurism, Orgy, 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. Like all the other chapters, it was a result of our imaginations work together. I give him big credit for sticking with me over the years while I struggled with my health, and for him pushing me to evolve my writing in new directions. I would've never been able to write anything like this without him inspiring me and giving me the push to explore new horizons.



Stomping heels echoed in the small room. The grey concrete walls had become a familiar sight to Christina Hendricks after her many nights living in the dungeon. Her surroundings became a second home away from her normal life of fame and luxury. She could not remember the last time she seen sunlight as the weeks passed into her training. Standing there naked, she tilted her head down to look at the floor. Her giant breasts made it difficult to see the full shape of her heels. The white robe that previously covered her voluptuous body was laying on the floor around her black high heels. Two other women were in the room besides her. A small wooden table was across the room where Bianca Beauchamp quietly stood. Christina found herself becoming more fond of Bianca as a friendly mistress as they spent time together. She wore one piece, black latex suit with long sleeves. Her heels were black to match the outfit and her blood red hair curled in a high ponytail.

Bianca noticed Christina glancing towards her direction. The light above cast shiny spots reflecting across her curves in the latex outfit. A zipper was visible from her waist, pushed far enough that her breasts were nearly spilling out. That was the only hint of skin Bianca was giving to her body. She looked at her slave and grinned. The other woman in the room was a mystery to Christina. Blue eyes and red hair made Christina think about herself when she saw this woman's face. The hair had an orange hue, similar to her own and different from Bianca's dyed color. Black leather, knee-high boots went with visible fishnet stockings covering her legs and a black matching bustier. Similar to Bianca, this woman her breasts pushed up, but with gold buttons instead of a zipper. Her hair flowed with perfect curls down her neck. Christina did not utter a word to her. It was Bianca who brought her to this room and did not inform her that another woman would be arriving shortly.

"Well, isn't this lovely to see. I knew the masters were not lying when they spoke your name. I just had to come and see for myself what Hollywood star they've been talking about."

The woman grinned after finishing her words. Christina saw her eyes fall from her face to study her famous breasts for a few brief seconds.

"I take it that you know who I am?"

"I do, yes. You're the wonderful Christina Hendricks, are you not? Hollywood bombshell, TV star of the silver screen."

Raising her eyebrows, Christina simply smiled. She knew better than to make a rude remark since she was not in a position of authority. From her first guess, this woman was another mistress.

"Who are you?"

"You wouldn't know who I am, but I'll tell you anyway. My name is Maitland Ward."

"You're right. I've never heard your name before in my life."

The snarky reply was met with a dirty look. Maitland held her head in pride before carrying on her speech.

"That doesn't surprise me. I never reached the level of fame in show biz that you've enjoyed since your time on Mad Men. I found my calling in a different industry these past few years."

Bianca giggled in her French-Canadian accent. She smiled before speaking.

"You could learn a thing or two from Maitland. She's an inspiration for women like us. I know you are one of us, Christina."

The compliments from Bianca made Maitland grin, but her focus was still on Christina. Despite overcoming the struggles of her early training, Christina was beginning to feel intimidated in the presence of this other woman. An aura of power was felt from how Maitland carried herself. There was something about her that made Christina believe she must have been a mistress of great importance.

"Does Bianca speak the truth? Are you like us?"

Looking into Maitland's eyes, Christina nodded her head.

"Yes. I want to be like both of you."

Maitland cleared her throat in a mocking gesture.

"That will be, 'yes Mistress' next time you speak to me."

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

The apology did not make Maitland smile. She kept a stern expression while Bianca was grinning from behind her. The two women looked at each other and exchanged nods that left Christina standing there to wonder the meaning behind their silent gestures. Bianca moved her left hand and grabbed a shiny object Christina did not notice on the table. Maitland shifted her eyes back to Christina before ordering her.

"Hold your head up, slave."

Closing her eyes, Christina followed the order. She felt Maitland's breath blowing across her skin as something pushed into her collar. It took her a few seconds to realize it was the small key turning in the lock. The collar loosened for Maitland to carefully pull it off her neck. Christina opened her eyes and sighed. From the first day of her training until now, the collar felt like a part of her body. There were times she forgot about it until seeing her reflection cast in mirrors. In Maitland's hands was a different collar. Stainless steel glimmered in silver with a more elegant design. The front of the collar was curved with a narrow front point. The same metal ring was attached up front, but this collar had a more artistic design than the basic, thick metal one she previously wore.

"You've earned a new collar. I believe this one will compliment you better."

Christina smiled in excitement.

"Wow, really? I can't believe this."

Her lips curved into a radiant smile, flashing her full teeth. Bianca grinned at her.

"I picked it out. I thought the design would suit you well."

Closing her eyes again, Christina almost moaned at the feeling of the cold metal wrapping around her neck. Maitland turned the key to lock the collar in place. She playfully thumped the ring in front with her fingers. Christina opened her eyes and took a deep breath. A new collar meant a new level in her training. A step of the ladder had been successfully climbed. If there was a tier system in place with ranks, Christina was still unaware of what position she had just earned with this new collar. It was at least a step up from being an initiated leader.

"Does this mean I have a new rank since I have something new around my neck?"

Maitland and Bianca glanced at each other, chuckling quietly.

"So what am I now?"

"An obedient slut, maybe? Are you proud to call yourself that?"

Bianca bust out laughing at the other woman. The joke went over Christina's head. She did not realize they were sneering at her gesture of a title rank. There was no tier system for slaves where one had a higher rank above the other. Training came and went through progressions.

"I'm honored to earn my new collar, Mistress. Thank you."

Christina's reply made Bianca laugh louder. As she stood there naked, Christina folded her hands together and posed for the two women. Maitland grinned at her.

"So you're proud of yourself, huh? Are you going to beg to serve me like a good whore?"

Bianca's lips curved into one of the most sinister grins Christina had ever seen the woman make. She focused her eyes on Maitland since she was the mistress currently speaking.

"It would be an honor to serve you, Mistress. I guess I owe you since you so kindly gave me this new collar."

"You guess?"

Maitland snarled her speech as she gave Christina a dirty look. It was an act of intimidation, not unlike the stern gestures that Brent made her accustomed to seeing. Maitland's eyebrows quirked as she slowly formed a devious smile.

"If you're so eager to serve me, I will make arrangements. You'll have to excuse me to make a phone call and get lunch."

Nodding at her, Christina kept the smile.

"I would love nothing more than that."

Maitland turned to Bianca. They exchanged subtle glances, as if they were quietly speaking to each other with expressions alone. As Christina stood there, she watched Bianca move in front of her, eager to instruct the trainee.

"Put your robe back on. We're going on a short trip."

"Where are we going?"

"To Maitland's pleasure room. You will find this place quite satisfactory, I shall say."

Spoken in her strong French-Candian accent, Bianca's friendly smile reassured Christina of the wild ride that awaited her. Leaning down, she grabbed her robe and quickly slid her arms through the sleeves. Bianca grabbed the spare chain from the table and prepared it to attach to Christina's new collar. To her own personal amusement, she had yet to see her own reflection in a mirror. There was a sense of wonder, thinking of how visually the curved metal fit snugly around her throat. The feeling was satisfying. Had she went longer than a minute without the collar, Christina feared she would have felt something was wrong. Every passing night in the dungeon, the collar felt more like a part of her body than a simple device to lead her around the underground labryinth. It was a status symbol, not unlike an engangement band or wedding ring. The longer Christina was in the dungeon, the hands of time stood idle. She couldn't remember the last time she seen sunlight. She no longer cared about the world going by.

As the days passed, she no longer cared about her life outside the grey concrete walls. From the moment of her initiation, she felt as if she had entered a new life. Throughout the sexual games she played in the act of training, she felt a strange sense of liberation within. To explore her kinks freely and embrace a new lifestyle had brought Christina a level of satisfaction she never knew she wanted. In a matter of days at the hotel, she had explored some of her wildest fantasies that she never got to share with her husband. Her failed marriage was a memory back to her past life that she no longer regretted. Deep in her thoughts, she found herself thinking about Brent. The last time she saw her master, he was fucking another whore with Bianca's guiding hand. Four days without seeing him weighed heavily on her mind. Christina expected him to be the one to unlock the collar from her neck and congratulate her. Maybe she would be seeing him again later. Or maybe not. She had her duties to carry out today in the service of Mistress Maitland.

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1 HOUR LATER

Hot air filled the room with burning incense. The scent was a icky enough to make someone gag. Tiny flames flickered from small, wooden pillars holding a set of candles in the back of the room. Their light illuminated a painting of a black Leviathan cross on the concrete wall. Time had faded the art long ago. Across the wall was a similar glyph of a triangle with an eye inside. The largest piece of old artwork was on the floor. A giant pentagram was once etched into the floor. The lines had faded into the floor from the passing of time. Sharp dents and cracks in the floor told a tale that this room had seen much use throughout time. A throne chair sat in the middle of the pentagram. The position of the chair was arranged where whomever was seated would see the symbol properly inverted. Whatever the story was in the past, all Christina knew was that this place was Maitland's domain. The only thing that mattered was serving her new mistress.

When Bianca brought her to the room, Maitland was still busy elsewhere. Christina was ordered to sit on a wooden bench across the room. Bianca so kindly locked her hands in cuffs attached to the walls. The chains spread Christina's arms out, not unlike the restraints she was locked in during previous sessions. She hung her head and patiently waited for Maitland's arrival. During the time spent there, Christina noticed the drawings in the room. This was not the first pentagram she saw down here. The strange cross and eye symbol were unsettling. She tried to ignore the thoughts, but Christina could not help but think about their meaning. There had to be something sinister going on in this place besides the kinky bondage games. The smell in the air was thick, adding another layer of the oppressive spirit in this chamber. Christina's eyes focused on the throne chair. The wooden legs were painted black, almost blending in with the cushion seats, back and armrest. Christina tried to study the fancy carvings in the legs until Maitland arrived.

The mistress made her presence known quickly by the stomping of her heels. Christina turned her head when the door slammed shut. Maitland carried a leather bound riding crop in her left hand and a ring of jangling keys in her right. She did not say a single word as she walked towards Christina and attached a chain to the front ring of her collar. She unlocked the cuffs around her wrists and hauled on the chain like a leash, forcing Christina to the floor. 'Leave the robe on the floor. You will wear nothing when you serve me'. Those were the only words Maitland spoke as she forced Christina to approach the throne from all fours. The robe slipped off her body to be discarded on the floor. Her hands and knees pressed against the cold floor as she moved like a dog. Maitland locked the chain to a small anchor on the right hand armrest. She turned her back to Christina, allowing her to witness her plump ass in the bustier outfit for a moment as she stomped away from the chair.

Christina focused on the chair now that she could properly view the back cushion. The black leather was embroidered with white stitching to make a Kabbalah tree of life. This was yet another strange, occult symbol to witness in this room. The chair contained several scratch marks and paint fading to reveal the charred wood texture underneath. It gave the impression that like the rest of the room, this chair had seen lifetimes of use. Christina did not utter a word as she wondered what was the point of the mysterious emblems. Maitland was behind the chair fiddling with something on the table from behind. The chain links rattled as Christina tried to rise up and see what the mistress was occupied with. She sat up on her knees and pressed her hands onto her giant breasts. Flexing her elbows, Christina anticipated Maitland's call. She marched to the slave and stopped. Her hands were hidden behind her back. Maitland watched Christina's big blue eyes scan her body. The fishnet stockings still covered her slender legs.

"Are you ready to serve me, whore?"

"I've been ready since the moment you collared me."

Such eager words did not force a smile on Maitland's face. She blinked her eyes before stepped away from the slave.

"Very well. I've seen what you've done so far slut. It's not bad for as long as you've been here but we're just getting started."

Christina's eyes lock onto Maitland as she approaches the table again. This time, she had a better view of it from the side. Dildos, plugs, and other sex toys were the contents sitting there waiting for proper use. She watched Maitland grab something red before turning around to hide it behind her back.

"I've got a surprise for you."

In her right hand, Maitland's fingers gripped a massive double-ended, translucent red dildo. The hard plastic was textured and contained a few holes from bite marks to show it's past usage. Maitland finally smirked when she saw the bewildered reaction on Christina's face.

"Oh my god, that thing is huge."

"What's the matter? Twenty four inches too big for you?"

"No, that's not-"

Maitland cut her speech off, talking over her.

"Good. I was thinking that it was big enough for us to both play. But we need to focus on you first. After all, this is a learning session for you."

Pausing for a moment, Maitland snapped her fingers with her free hand.

"Help me take this thing off."

She was referring to the bustier hugging her chest and cunt. Christina leaned up and placed her hands on Maitland's hips. The fabric of the outfit sent a cool breeze on her palms. She carefully unbuttoned the top and watched Maitland's heavy boobs spill free. Christina's first thought was just how good those tits would feel rubbing against her own. Maitland helped her by pulling the bustier off. She tossed it to the floor while watching Christina's eyes focus on her exposed cunt. The wetness on her pink folds was clearly visible. Not a single hair was seen above her clit. Christina licked her lips as she wished she was getting to taste that fresh pussy instead of the plastic end of a dildo. Maitland sat on the thrown and spread her legs as she held the dildo upside down, twisting her fingers around one end of the toy.

"Open wide."

The tone of her voice shifted entirely with that first command. There was no question who was in charge based on how sternly Maitland ordered the slave. Christina opened her mouth wide, eagerly darting her tongue out for the dildo. Maitland fed it into her hungry mouth and watched as Christina tried to lock her lips around it. The dildo was so thick, Christina tried to bite it to gain control. Maitland pulled back, almost tugging it out of her mouth entirely.

"Are you biting it? I consider that to be cheating."

Loosening her teeth, Christina felt the dildo slide out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry Mistress. It won't happen again."

"Don't bite it. As much as I've heard about how good you are at sucking dick, this should be an easy task for you. Shove it to the back of your throat and go to work."

Opening her mouth wide, Christina was ready for a second try. Maitland shoved the dildo between her lips again. It pushed further down Christina's throat causing her to gag within seconds. Maitland sighed in frustration. She stood up from the throne. Her hands turned the dildo, twisting it around in Christina's mouth. This made it easier for her tongue as she tried to maintain the position. Christina pressed her hands over her giant breasts, just to touch herself while concentrating.

"I thought you would do a better job than this."

Once more, she pulled the dildo out of Christina's mouth. The actress only had a few seconds to breathe as Maitland slapped her across the left side of her face. That was a harsh reality check for Christina.

"What was that for? I can suck it better if you just give me a fucking chance!"

Maitland reared her hand back and smacked Christina a second time.

"Drop the attitude right now. You don't have the right to cuss at me."

She snorted and then Christina saw a wad of saliva land on the floor near her left knee.

"Lick it up."

Gazing up at her, Christina gave the woman a dirty look with pursed lips. Her eyes did the talking before she lowered her mouth and sniffed the cold, concrete floor. This was a disgusting thing to do, but Christina was not going to fight the command of her mistress. She licked up the spit and leaned up, parting her lips to show her. Maitland responded by shoving the dildo between her lips again. She slowly pushed several inches into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she concentrated while feeling the thick plastic rub against the back of her throat. For the time being, Christina had relaxed herself and sucked eagerly. The dildo began twisting in her mouth again, but it didn't hinder her ability to continue sucking. She felt Maitland's free hand grip her hair, tugging at several locks. Her touch only made Christina suck harder, not wanting her concentration to be broken.

"You work better when you're pissed off. I like that."

A sinister laugh followed Maitland's short speech. She jammed the dildo further down Christina's throat to test her limits. Christina's hands pressed against her breasts in a desperate effort to prevent herself from choking. But it was too late when her eyes watered up. Maitland quit moving the toy when she saw the stream of tears run down the corners of her eyes. She used her left hand to grasp at Christina's red locks of hair. A muffled moan and grunt was heard as the actress undoubtedly bit down into the toy.

"Suck it as far as you can take it."

The grip of her fingers tightened as Maitland roughly tried to fuck Christina's mouth with the dildo. More tears down her cheeks, but Christina was bound and determined to prove herself to this demanding mistress. She unlocked her teeth, no longer biting into the thick plastic. Maitland twisted the dildo in a slow pace with one hand while jerking her head foreward with the other. After several seconds, she came to a momentary halt.

"Not bad, but not great either."

Christina felt the dildo pulling out of her mouth. With a chance to breath, she coughed and gagged a small amount of saliva that ran out of her mouth and spilled onto her breasts below. As she wiped her eyes, Maitland turned her back to her.

"Just sit right there. I think you need a dry end to work with."

Christina's entire view became the sight of Maitland's pale, thick booty. The cheeks split and she rubbed the wet end of the dildo down the crack. Christina leaned back, planting her hands on the cold floor as if to try and avoid her ass. Maitland found her dark little hole and shoved the properly lubed end of the dildo inside of her.

"Ohhhhh, yeah..."

Her voice was a faint whisper, moaning in pleasure. Christina was unsure of what to say as she swallowed her breath. The dry end of the dildo hovered above her face.

"Put it in your mouth, slave."

From gut instincts, Christina knew not to make her give the command a second time. She shoved the opposite end of the dildo into her mouth. Her tongue slathered around, wetting it as she pushed it further down her throat. The chain attached to her collar rattled as Maitland tugged it, causing Christina's head to jerk forward and push the dildo further down her throat. Christina reached up with one hand to finally grasp at the dildo, just to maintain herself as a few more inches pushed into Maitland's ass. She was struggling to maintain this awkward position with the dildo serving both ends to connect the women.

"I didn't tell you that you could use your hands! Let go of it, whore!"

Unsure of how her actions were seen by the mistress, Christina let go of the dildo. She did not think that Maitland felt the movements inside her ass from how she gripped it. The mistress planted her hands on her knees, leaning over as she worked the dildo into her ass. Christina felt more inches slide to the depths of her throat, truly testing the limits of how much she could take. Her eyes didn't water up this time as a sign of progress. The further the opposite end pushed into Maitland's ass, the closer her booty cheeks came to touching Christina's face. She closed her eyes in anticipation for that moment. At any moment now, Christina knew she was about to feel that ass pressing against her face.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah. I wonder if you could handle this. From the moment we met, you thought you had become something after getting a new collar. Such strong arrogance."

Maitland began to laugh after pausing in her speech. Her firm ass cheeks rubbed against Christina's face. Taking a deep breath, Maitland moaned as she reached back with her right hand and grabbed a fist full of Christina's hair. In her right hand she clutched the chain still locked to the throne chair.

"Ever since I learned that you were down here, I've been thinking about you. I like to wonder sometimes what our lives would look like if the roles were reversed. I could've had a long career on TV in my late thirties and forties like you. But I think the real question is how long would you last in porn?"

Her voice changed slightly in her final words. A stern grunt could be heard as Maitland lectured Christina. She rolled her hips, grinding her phat ass onto the actress' face as she went off into a wild rant.

"You're built for it. I just don't know how long would last with professionals fucking the brakes off of you. I know whores like you in Hollywood. You would suck off any critic if he promised to vote for you in the Emmys. It's not that easy in the porn business, I can tell you that much."

Christina gasped as she struggled to breathe. Maitland continued to rub her ass against her face while pushing her to the limit. This was a test to see how well she could control herself in heavy breathing. Just when she thought she was done, Christina suddenly felt Maitland's fingers pinching her left nipple. 'Seven, Eight, Nine...', faint whispers told her that the mistress was counting the number of seconds to let her breathe. Christina had to rely on her nose that was pressed into the crack of Maitland's beautiful ass. After fifteen seconds, Maitland sat up to allow her to breathe properly.

"I will teach you the hard way how to embrace the whore inside you. That's the only way you'll truly learn anything at your age."

Grinding her ass onto her face, Maitland growled between deep gasps. Christina did not pay attention to her words. Her one focus was on breathing. The tone of her voice told her that there was some deep resentment and possible jealousy from this other woman. It could have also been a mind game, since Christina knew by now to expect such things from her authority figures. Maitland leaned up and let go of her hair. She snatched the dildo out of Christina's mouth abruptly and then pulled it out of her ass. While gasping for air, Christina shut her eyes and leaned forward. She heard the hard plastic knocking on the floor. Maitland tugged on the chain, digging the collar into Christina's neck to alert her. When she opened her eyes, the mistress was standing in front of her. Sitting down on the throne, Maitland spread her legs and pulled Christina's chain again.

She knew what her mistress wanted. There was no need to give the order. All the woman had to do was point at her wet cunt with her free hand. Christina was relieved to have her wish fulfilled. She thought about this pussy before the training began. From where Maitland sat in the throne, she witnessed the actress crawl further from the tip of the pentagram and place her head between her thighs. Maitland bit her lower lip as she felt Christina's tongue slither beyond her wet folds. She did not utter a word as she let go of the chain and let the metal links dangle onto Christina's shoulder. Christina wasted no time moving her tongue in and out of that sweet pussy. As she began eating Maitland, she felt a burning sensation develop between her own thighs. She hoped that her mistress would not be offended at her using her hand to pleasure herself. Maitland closed her eyes and moaned softly.

"You should feel honored to have the privilege to eat my pussy. I don't normally allow Hollywood whores like you to have this honor."

Those words had an effect on Christina to lick faster and harder. Her own hand was busy playing with her pussy. She shoved her middle and ring fingers inside of her, wiggling them in the same way her tongue moved around inside of Maitland. She could feel her mistress' cold eyes glaring down at her. The sound of her voice crying in pleasure was the only way to know she was fulfilling her duty. Mailtand squeezed her legs around Christina's head, trapping her in the position.

"Look at me, you fucking whore."

Maitland grinned, flashing her teeth beneath her puffy red lips. It was an expression that left Christina unsure if she was angry, happy or perhaps, both? There was something in her whole demeanor that told Christina that this woman was envious of her. The feeling was mutual in a way.

"Make me cum as hard as you can. Show me what you can do with this slutty tongue of yours."

Christina had something to prove. She was already working as hard, but now it was a direct order from her mistress. Only Maitland's orgasm mattered, so Christina pulled her fingers out of her own cunt. The feeling of those strong legs squeezing around her head was already enough to make her work harder. Christina darted her tongue in and out of that pussy, snaking the tip as deep as she could Maitland bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Christina felt the palm of her right hand pressing against her head as the woman moaned loudly.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Work for it! Keep licking! Do not even think about stopping!"

Beyond the harshness of her voice was a level of excitement. Christina continued to lick Mailtand's pussy as she felt the legs tightening around her head. She could barely hear anything except white noise and heavy breathing. Like all the other tests she had overcome in this place, Christina refused to let this deter her focus. It was not just about following commands. She wanted to taste Maitland's sweet honey so badly. When the woman's legs loosened around her head, Christina knew she was close. Maitland grabbed her clit between two fingers, pinching it as she gritted her teeth. Christina's tongue shook inside of her until finally, the moment was reached. Maitland snarled animalistic growls from her gritted teeth. Her body tensed up as her juices blasted to the back of Christina's throat. She swallowed repeatedly just to prevent herself from choking on the amount of cum Maitland delivered.

The taste of cum only satisfied her craving temporarily. Christina swallowed again. She took a deep breath as she thought about this wild ride Maitland had just put her through. To hear her mistress panting and trying to catch her breath, she at least knew that she had delivered a powerful orgasm unto her. Maitland opened her eyes and licked her lips. When she glanced down she had an obedient whore waiting for her next command. Christina aimed to please. She was past the point of no return. Maitland's harsh test awakened new desires inside of her. More than anything right now, she needed a cock. A real one and not just any hard pole. It would need to be big and thick to satisfy her needs. Licking her lips, Christina felt her throat aching as Maitland got up from the throne. Her boots thumped into the floor. Christina gazed up, looking at her with her big blue eyes. Exhaling a deep breath, Maitland rested her right hand on her shoulder as she gave Christina a stern look.

"You did a good job making me cum. But you're a long ways from being the kind of whore I want to work with."

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7 HOURS LATER

Back in her cell, Christina let out a frustrated sigh in solitude. The white robe was tucked over her body and hair pinned in a high ponytail. She finally witnessed the design of her new collar but lacked the enthusiasm to celebrate the moment. Mistress Maitland had pushed her to a new limit. Knowing her efforts were not enough to please the woman, Christina felt complete dissatisfaction seething inside her. She wasn't angry at Maitland. For every woman who had ever signed their names on that slave contract, all began in the same position. From the bottom, they had to rise to the top. How long did that take? Weeks? Months? Years? Christina felt her sense of time slipping away. She no longer could determine how many days were passing by. In her cell, she had limited distractions. Without a cellphone, she could not mentally escape to another world online. Christina had no desire to do anything like that. Her focus was entirely on the present. Her sense of daydreaming came in the form of wondering where her master had gone. She missed Brent's predominant presence. When he was present, the atmosphere of a room shifted.

Where was he? She had no way to contact him and was only left guessing where his attention was currently focused. Christina frowned at the thought of him spending time with another whore besides her. Envious feelings clouded her mind, but she set those thoughts aside when thinking of her mistresses. Christina had a bond with Bianca. She didn't feel the same for Maitland. What if she needed to earn Maitland's approval to see Brent again? She asked herself so many questions, wondering where her master had gone. As she sat on the bed, Christina felt a warm desire building between her thighs. Exhaling a deep breath, she avoided the temptation to touch herself. First her cunt, then her ass. The recent memories of anal training gave her a sense of pleasure she had never known that she would desire in her life. Licking her lips, she sighed again. The silence of the cell block was deafening. So many thoughts from the depths of her mind were filling the quiet air. All of it was interrupted by the sound of boots stomping down the hall. Someone was coming. Christina sat on the bed, waiting as she saw the blackness of a stretching shadow across the concrete hall. The figure appeared to be Mistress Bianca wearing a different latex outfit.

"Mistress?"

Christina spoke before Bianca stopped. Her bright red hair was pulled back into a French bun. She smiled at Christina, spreading her legs in the skin-tight bodysuit. Every inch of her body was hidden beneath a shiny red suit. Similar to her previous outfit, this one had a silver zipper up the middle. It was pushed down far enough to show her busty cleavage. In Bianca's left hand was a metal ring of keys and a dangling chain. She grinned at Christina through the bars and raised the key before shoving it into the hole. The cell door slid open, and she stood there.

"Come with me, Christina."

"Yes, Mistress."

Quickly rising from the bed, Christina stepped closer to Bianca. She guessed the chain was to be attached to her collar. Tilting her head, she eagerly awaited to be leashed. This was a subtle sign of the respect Christina had for her mistress. Bianca carefully linked the chain to the metal ring at the front of her collar.

"I take it that we're going somewhere?"

"Indeed we are."

Bianca replied in her thick Canadian-French accent.

"Another training session to finish the day?"

Bianca smirked, giggling lightly under her breath.

"No, you've done enough training today. Mistress Maitland has summoned all slaves to a private show."

Whatever excitement that Christina possibly had suddenly faded away at the mention of Maitland's name. Bianca motioned on the floor, pointing at Christina's heels close by in a silent gesture. The chain had enough slack to allow her to lean down. She smiled at the kindness that Bianca showed her with a reminder to slip on her shoes. Together they left the cell, heels stomping in rhythm with heavy boots. The drumming sound echoed down the hall with the rattling of the chain link.

"What kind of show is this? Will my master be there?"

"I've already told you it is a private show for sluts in training. That means you. I've selected you myself, so consider it a privilege. You will be with the other sluts I like."

Christina blushed, smiling wide at the affection Mistress Bianca showed her. They continued to walk down the end of the corridor when Bianca stopped. She turned, glancing at Christina with her dark eyes.

"We have time if you would like to grab a bite to eat or a drink."

"I'm not hungry, but thank you for asking."

"Alright then, you're ready. Let's go, dear."

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No signs were on the walls as Christina was led down a series of long, linear, winding hallways. There were several twists and turns going east, west, and south. The underground section of the hotel proved to be a true labyrinth. Bianca knew where to go. Another cell block became visible to Christina's watchful eyes. The cells were all deserted, lights on, and doors slid open. The emptiness was a sign of the company she would be meeting soon. Bianca led Christina to a wide space with hallways extending in all four directions. In the center of this room was a door leading to another giant square room. Outside the black metal door, no sound could be heard. Bianca opened the door, leading Christina in like a prized pet. Another door awaited in a small hallway with nooks on both sides. Two posts split the secluded areas on both sides to create six spaces. Two women stood in five spaces. Off to the upper left side was a nook with only a single girl standing. Short with blonde hair, a white robe, and a black metal collar. Bianca led Christina to stand next to this unknown woman. From the arrangement, Christina believed all of the girls had to be slaves chosen by Bianca.

A dozen slaves gave Christina a strong impression of Bianca's status. She didn't know if they were all chosen by her, but it was fun to believe this on first impression. Stepping closer, Bianca unlocked the chain from the ring of Christina's collar. It dangled, links clinking together loudly. Glancing around, Christina noticed that most women had different collars. A black-haired woman with blue eyes had the same one attached to her neck. Another had a metallic red collar with a gold ring. Apart from the black steel collar she noticed earlier, the rest were basic metal training collars. The kind that she wore until earlier in the day when she received her new one. Christina stood quietly, eyes focusing on the body language of her mistress. Without speaking a single word, Bianca was firmly in control. She stepped towards the entrance door and turned around, then marched forward. All the slaves followed her every step, eyes focusing on her voluptuous body tucked in the tight latex outfit. It was a sign of respect that no slave spoke aloud to disturb this calm serenity. For the first time since signing her contract, Christina felt solidarity among the other women who made the bold choice to walk this path in life.

"Are we ready?"

"Yes, Mistress."

All the women spoke simultaneously to create a strong chorus of blending accents and voices. Bianca placed her left hand on her hip. The chain was still clutched by her right hand fingers along with the ring cell keys. A nod of approval at the discipline of her favored slaves. She turned to face the door and then pushed it open.

"Follow me."

Beyond the door was a large room with a ceiling that was slightly higher than any of the halls or the cell blocks. The walls were painted black with red symbols extending across every wall. The symbols were faded, with some paint chipping away from the passage of time. Christina didn't have time to focus on the art as Bianca led the girls across the concrete floor and to large cages. The floor was lowered several feet to create knee-deep holes. The gray stone floor eroded with time, with dried stains, cracks, and small dents. Around them were thick metal bars creating cages. The confined space was large enough to contain multiple people in a tight space to make the experience more intimate. All the women gazed around, undoubtedly noticing that this was only the first of three cages. On the far side of the room was another door. It swung open, revealing a black haired woman wearing nylon leggings, tall heels, and a black leather jacket. From afar, one could see the enhancements that made her body. If there was a definition of "bimbo fuck doll," it was her. She marched forward, leading her own slaves to the cage on the opposite side of the room. As the mistress stepped around, Christina studied her features.

From behind, the first thing she noticed was an ass that looked surgically embedded. One could've accurately labeled it 'bolted on.' Above the booty, Christina noticed a tattoo of a tiger across her left shoulder and another smaller tattoo under her right wrist. Long jet black hair ran down the middle of her black, freshly cleaned, and shiny. Her huge tits were obviously fake. No top shielded them, leaving everyone to witness the flawlessness of her surgical procedures. Anytime Christina saw a woman like that with fake tits, she felt more smug about her own natural chest. No whispers were heard among the slaves. The mistress guided her girls in a clear accent that sounded as if English was not her first language. Most of her slaves had the same steel training collar that was easily noticeable. Christina spotted one that had the same collar as her and briefly smiled. The girls standing near Christina turned their eyes to the center of the room, where a large black leather throne sat quietly with the hint of wooden tables behind. The chair sat neglected for the time being, soon to be used properly. Bianca stood behind her slaves and then spoke in a low, commanding voice.

"Robes to the floor."

The other mistress gave a similar command, but Christina couldn't make out the words in her thick accent. At once, two dozen slaves dropped their robes and exposed their nude bodies. Most had pale skin, a testament to time spent living underground. From behind the throne, a door opened, and the final mistress made her presence known with thunderous stomps of high heels. Mistress Maitland arrived with only two slaves accompanying her from behind. Both were brunettes wearing white robes. One sported a black metal collar. The other had the most elegant collar Christina had seen yet. Shiny, metallic gold with a matching ring. It was covered in scratch marks and had a few noticeable dings around the edges. The wear and tear told a story of how long it had been locked around the woman's neck. Maitland walked her slaves to the center cage. Their robes dropped without needing a spoken order. She opened the cage door and then commanded them.

"Every whore in this room, get in the pit right now."

The pit. Was that the name of this large room? Something clicked from Maitland's speech, and Christina understood a bit better. Three mistresses had selected their own slaves who were deemed worthy of this event. This was some form of test. Christina lowered her head, watching four of Bianca's slaves enter their designated pit. She was the fifth. The descent was steep. One after another, the girls crowded into the pit until their bodies were pressing together. Bianca shut the door and then locked it. Maitland did the same. The dark-haired mistress did too. Christina moaned as her naked body was pressed against three other women. Her massive tits rubbed against the back of another woman. She had moved herself into the corner with only inches of space to herself, crammed with all the other women. Similar moans were heard from the other cage on the far side of the room. Only the middle pit contained two women who had much space to themselves. Of all the many girls in this room, only two slaves impressed Maitland enough for her to pick them for this night. That spoke volumes to Christina in regards to the high demands for perfection that came with training.

Bianca approached Maitland and handed her the chain. The other mistress joined, all of them moving in and exchanging small talk. None of their words could be heard over all the moans, whimpers, and soft sounds of bodies meshing together. Maitland stomped behind the throne. Bianca and the other woman stood across from their respective cages, studying the way their nude slaves reacted to being packed into the tight space. Christina moaned, feeling the bars against her back as she tried to contain herself in one of the corners. All of them were waiting for their mistress to give a command. What were they to do? The thought was interrupted with the sound of gasps. Maitland returned in view alongside Aletta. They grabbed the tables from behind the throne and slid them in front. Black metal legs had visible paint chips missing from years of heavy use. Another device was brought out from behind the chair. Two dark wooden tables held by metal pipes as legs. A large hole in the center and two smaller ones to the side. A vintage pillory that had also been used extensively throughout the years.

"All of you sluts, listen up!"

Mistress Maitland spoke firmly in command. Her voice echoed throughout the room as she stood directly in front of the pillory. Aletta was to her right, Bianca to the left. Silence fell as she addressed the slaves.

"You have all been gathered tonight for a special show."

Her right hand pointed to the cage on the far left side.

"Chosen by Mistress Aletta."

Then her other hand pointed to the right side cage.

"Picked by Mistress Bianca."

Her hands fell, refusing to acknowledge the two slaves she had picked herself. The name of the other mistress was now properly revealed. Aletta stepped towards the throne and grabbed an item. She returned, handing Maitland a black leather riding crop. The mistresses exchanged kind smiles and subtle nods. With the riding crop in her right hand, Maitland tapped the leather tip across her open left palm and carried on addressing the slaves.

"You are all nasty whores. That is the one thing you all have in common with each other. All of you are slaves in training. Some have been here longer than others. Until tonight, none of you have been this close to one another."

A devilish smile went across her face, giving a second meaning to her words. The one time slaves were granted companionship to bond with each other, it came most unexpectedly. No longer divided by individual cells, they were now cramped together. Body pressing against body, feet nearly stepping over each other. The chorus of voices created a harmony of temptations. Christina had yet to pay much attention to the slaves surrounding her. Maitland tapped the crop against her palm and spoke again.

"There are twenty-nine women in this room. Three mistresses and twenty-six whores among us."

Judging by the tone of Maitland's voice, there was a tiny bit of dissatisfaction. Twenty-nine was not an even number. Someone was missing. Another mistress perhaps? Most likely a slave. Christina silently counted in her head. She realized that Bianca and Aletta had both chosen a dozen slaves each. Maitland picked her own duo, whom she didn't even acknowledge. Twenty-six total slaves. None of them united through any form of training. The only time Christina had ever been around other slaves prior to tonight, she was undergoing a particular test from her own master.

"I like to see obedience."

Her words were finally met with complete silence from the pits. No replies or any faint sounds from any of the slaves. All three mistresses quietly smiled at the conformative behavior occurring from the slaves. Christina was among them all, remaining quiet and soaking in the shared submission.

"You were all chosen for a reason. All of you sluts get to enjoy a show tonight. But there is only one of you who be joining us."

Her message was received with a strong reaction. It all made sense now. The mistresses were going to have their fun while observing how the twenty-six selected slaves reacted. Permission was granted to sexually express themselves however they desired. Whatever dirty deeds may become noticeable and approved by the mistresses. Christina gasped as she felt several bodies moving around her. She watched as Maitland twirl the riding crop in her hand. Aletta and Bianca stood back. This was Maitland's show. She was the leader and in full control. Her heels stomped as she walked towards the the right side cage. Maitland's eyes scanned across all the slaves. Shoulders briefly rubbing against each other. When she noticed Christina, she pointed the riding crop at her from outside the bars.

"You."

Two women pointed at each other. One with black hair and the other who was a blonde. Christina saw Maitland's eyes and was aware that she was the intended slave chosen. Bianca stepped closer to the cage, holding a key in her hand. She inserted it and turned, unlocking the door. Her brown eyes fell on Christina and she nodded before speaking in a low voice.

"Get up, Christina."

Maitland screamed the order.

"Hollywood slut! Get out of the cage!"

A few women close by whispered to each other in hushed tones. Christina climbed up from the pit and crawled out. Maitland reached down and curled her index finger into the ring of her collar. She pulled Christina to her feet and marched her towards the tables. The other mistress had walked behind the throne and returned with a small leather bag and a purple flogging whip. The contents of the bag were already taken out and lined up on the table. Christina only had seconds to see the red plastic strap-ons. Her leering eyes missed the other tools. Three red, translucent plastic dildos, all with a length exceeding twenty inches. Maitland turned Christina to face the three cages while Bianca locked the right pit door. Every woman from the pits was staring at Christina. She could feel their eyes burning into her. She swallowed and exhaled a deep breath, preparing herself for what would be a true test. If she faltered, the humiliation would be unbearable. Every slave in the cages would witness the moment. As she stood there, Christina briefly closed her eyes.

"Eyes to the floor."

Mistress Aletta snapped her fingers after uttering the first order to Christina. She stood to the left, quietly observing her behavior. There was no formal greeting whatsoever. Aletta only gave instructions of where she wanted Christina's eyes. As she gazed down, the slaves watched carefully. A sharp gasp was heard as Bianca pulled an object from the black bag. A black latex peaked hat with the word 'BITCH' in silver letters. She put it on, carefully adjusting the height at the sound of cheers and whistles. Christina fought the urge to raise her eyes and glance around. She could feel all the slaves looking at her body. Did any of them recognize her? Speculating like this was a waste of time. Christina knew what was coming as the heels and boots moved behind her.

"Turn around, whore."

Maitland ordered her. As she turned her body, she saw her mistress standing in front of her. The strap-on was properly tightened around her waist. A subtle hint of what was coming. The riding crop was absent from her hand. It sat on the left side table.

"Are you ready to further your training tonight?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Despite Bianca telling her this wasn't a training exercise, Christina was not surprised. However this event proceeded, she was fairly confident that it would end messily. If there was any guarantee, that was it. The plastic cocks on each strap-on appeared to measure precisely at the same length. To Christina's estimate, they were on par with her Master Brent's strong pole. Bianca approached Christina, clutching one of the dildos in her hands.

"Spread your legs."

After she spoke, Maitland followed on.

"This is a test of multi-tasking. We'll know if you are doing a good enough job if you can manage to get every whore in the pits excited. We'll know if they're turned on."

The last spoken words made Aletta curve her puffy, dick sucking lips into a sinister smile. Bianca was more caring towards her. Christina was unsure what to expect of this new mistress. With her legs spread, Christina watched Bianca gently push the dildo into her cunt. She moaned, breaking the silence the slaves shared.

"Ohhhhhhhh..."

Little reaction was met from the pits. Christina didn't turn her head to gaze in that direction. The audience was of no concern to her. Bianca twisted the dildo, pushing it deeper until Christina squealed. Her voice echoed while Maitland shook her head.

"Already getting loud? This will be over fast then. Guess you won't last that long."

The mistress taunted her as she stepped forward and then pointed to the floor.

"Get on your fucking knees."

One hand pressed against the cold concrete, then the next. Christina adjusted her knees, giving a side profile view to the caged slaves. Her massive tits dropped, nipples rubbing against the floor. Aletta stood in front of her while Maitland stepped behind. Bianca was to the side, hands resting on her hips and observing the moment. The latex mistress grabbed Maitland's riding crop and prepared it for use. Christina glanced up, trying to make eye contact with Aletta. Her vision was blocked by the big fake tits bolted onto her body. When the bimbo mistress caught her gaze, she spoke softly.

"Eyes down."

Her accent came out stronger, leaving Christina to guess her intended tone.

"I'm ready to destroy this whore. She was always too good for Hollywood. She wanted to be a sex symbol but never got her tits out. That's the kind of arrogance she brings to the table. Let's see if she can handle us."

As soon as Maitland finished speaking, she spread Christina's ass cheeks with one hand. To give her mistress easier access, Christina leaned back and let the cheeks split. She knew something was about to be pushed into her ass. No time to think about it. Christina gritted her teeth as she felt the strap-on cock pushing through her tight hole. When she whimpered, Maitland pushed harder. This was the closest Christina could imagine Brent taking her. She wished it was a real cock, but this pleasure was better than nothing. Thinking of him, she thought of how to make him proud. If only he was here to witness this intense training ritual. With the cock firmly in her ass, Maitland reached between Christina's thighs with her right hand gripped the toy. Twirling it back and forth, she pushed it as deep as it could go. The double penetration sensation made Christina cry out.

"FUCK!!"

The first true scream of the night, echoing throughout the large room. Voices whispering and moaning could be heard from the caged pits. Slight movement followed with bodies shifting around. Boobs rubbed against boobs, and wandering hands went across skin. Christina was unable to witness any of it with her head lowered. She became curious and turned her head, glancing at the cages. Her action was met by Aletta shoving her left heel onto the right side of Christina's face and sending her to the floor with a faint sound.

"Eyes down."

Aletta reinforced the order with her foot. Christina's mouth was open, almost drooling on the floor as the heel pressed against her face. Some day she would wear this heel, Christina quietly thought to herself. She wanted to be a mistress so badly, and if this was the cost she had to pay, then it was worth it. All of those thoughts went away from the feeling of Maitland thrusting the strap-on dick in and out of her ass. Deeper, every inch managed to fit. No way to scream with her face still pressed against the floor. Christina's vision was somewhat blurry as she gazed forward at the cages. The slaves were starting to move in the left and right cages. She could see the two slaves chosen by Maitland standing there with a hand slipped between their thighs. Christina could barely make out the movement of their arms. They were not the first or only ones to be pleasuring themselves to this erotic showcase of deserved punishment and brutal training. Mailtland pulled the strap-on back and then slowly pushed it back into Christina's thick ass. Her moans became incoherent, difficult to decipher from the position of her face against the floor.

"What's the matter, whore? I can't make out a single word you're trying to say."

Another thrust and then moans followed from the cages. All the slaves began trading soft touches. A hand for a hand sharing pleasure. None of which was for Christina. As Aletta's boot lifted from her face, Bianca was more than excited to remind the slave of her looming, quiet presence. The riding crop came down, smacking the left side of Christina's ass. The slave moaned, and Bianca did it again, delivering a harder swat as Maitland withdrew the plastic cock for another rough thrust. Christina gasped, opening her mouth. Aletta did not say a word as she brushed the plastic strap-on dick against Christina's left cheek. Taking the hint, Christina slid her lips around it. She kept her eyes focused down, believing that Aletta did not want established eye contact between them. Christina could not see how Maitland was on her knees from behind but felt the dildo in her cunt twisting again. All three of her holes were properly stuffed with thick, sturdy toys for pleasure. Christina viewed this as a test and put forth her best efforts to impress Maitland.

Spank! The crop came down for another strike across the left cheek. Maitland used her bare hand to spank the other cheek. Christina moaned against the plastic cock between her lips. She responded to the hard thrust into her ass by using her mouth. Aletta watched as Christina began bobbing her head up and down, sucking the fake cock as best she could. Maitland noticed the fast movements Christina made and then slapped her ass again. Bianca followed suit with another smack from the riding crop. Aletta heard the slobbering noises that Christina was beginning to make within seconds of sucking. She didn't need to take her time to find a rhythm. Christina was properly demonstrating her improved skills through time spent in the dungeon. Maitland and Aletta looked at each other, quietly nodding. So far, Christina handled the triple penetration well. It was time to shift the tides and test her resolve against overwhelming odds. Aletta reached down and curled her fingers into Christina's long locks of red hair. As she jerked Christina's head forward, Maitland slammed the strap-on cock deep into her ass.

Aletta bucked her hips, causing her plump booty cheeks to shake from behind. Christina's eyes widened as she took more of the plastic object down her throat. Gagging, choking, and coughing on several inches. Her eyes watered, unable to hold back the stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. Christina was unable to move her head. Aletta's fingernails scratched deeply through her hair. A tight, firm grip to remind her who was in charge, all while Maitland continued to push the strap-on up her ass. All of her momentum that she previously had was now gone. Overpowered, but not discouraged. Christina was determined to push through as her own lustful appetite became more important with each thrust into her ass and mouth. She had no care whatsoever about all the other slaves watching. They were there but of no immediate focus to her. Incoherent noises were made from her gagging on the plastic toy shoved down her throat. Aletta gave her an unexpected break, pulling the strap-on out of her mouth only to slap it across Christina's left cheek. The gesture made Maitland grin in approval.

"Too much to handle?"

Christina barely heard Maitland's voice as she gagged on a mouthful of saliva flowing from her lower lip and onto the floor. A small puddle of spit formed with a flicker of light that became a casting shadow. Aletta turned around, exposing her bulging fake ass. Christina gazed up, clearly seeing the implants. Like her boobs, the booty was obviously fake. Aletta gave Christina no time to think about it as she split her ass cheeks and revealed the dark little hole down the crack. Acting on pure instinct, Christina raised her head and slithered her tongue through the narrow passage. Bianca was impressed, raising an eyebrow as she began to rear back her arm. The dramatic swing of her arm excited the slaves. A 'woo' followed audible gasps and moans. When the riding crop smacked Christina's ass again, she had already wiggled her tongue into Aletta's asshole. No command needed. This was what Aletta clearly wanted; otherwise, she would've stopped the slave. What Christina was unaware of was that the mistress planned this. She thrust her hips back, smothering Christina's face with her thick booty. Losing her balance, she lowered her head until Aletta reached between her legs and slid a finger through the roof attached to her collar.

While her own tongue was slithering in, Christina felt the strap-on cock pulling out of her ass. Maitland removed the dildo from her cunt, freeing Christina completely as Aletta's ass rubbed against her face. More moans were heard from the slaves in the pits. Christina tried to tune it out, as she raised her hands, gently touching Aletta's thighs. She pulled herself up, sitting on her knees. This position made it easier for Aletta to jiggle her ass cheeks onto Christina's face. Her line of sight was completely blocked, leaving her in sudden darkness with skin pressed against her face. Maitland reached in and snatched a fistful of Christina's red locks. She pushed her face further against Aletta's firm ass. Meeting the challenge, Christina shoved her tongue as deep as it could go. A loud moan flowed from Aletta's voice. The first accomplishment of Christina's efforts. Maitland gripped her hair tightly and began to pull Christina away from Aletta. The finger perviously wrapped around the ring in her collar was now absent. Maitland's tight grip from behind pulled Christina to her feet. Dragged back a few steps, Christina did not fight it.

"Every slut in this room is watching you right now."

Bianca moved in front of Christina while speaking. Her lips curved, revealing her teeth in the most sinister smile Christina had witnessed from her. Maitland tugged Christina's hair, raising her head. Aletta moved in from the right side, reaching out and grabbing Christina's face. Her mouth opened in an 'O' shape. She expected Aletta to say something, but she didn't. This mistress was more interested in seeing the tears and saliva that flowed down Christina's chin. Bianca spoke again.

"Prepare yourself. You will be screaming for all of them soon. They are your audience and they will hear you."

"Yes, Mistress."

Christina managed to speak in spite of her mouth being held open by a dominant hand. Aletta let go just as Maitland released the grip in her hair. Standing straight, Christina guessed that Maitland and Bianca would be taking her at the same time with the use of the strap-ons.

"Put your hands behind your fucking back."

A direct order from Maitland. Christina obeyed, crossing her wrists behind her back to be held. She expected a set of wrist cuffs to be applied, but none sat on the table. This was a test of obedience and if she could follow through on orders. Spreading her legs further, Christina raised her head and shut her eyes. The moment was interrupted by Aletta snapping her fingers.

"Eyes. Down."

Those same two words from behind. Lowering her head, Christina opened her eyes. Bianca pressed her hands against her massive tits. Christina moaned, nipples hardening against the mistress's palms. She quickly realized that Aletta wanted her to witness the moment of the plastic cock sliding into her cunt. Maitland re-entered her ass first, but Christina didn't moan. Not until Bianca pushed inside. With her arms firmly behind her back, Christina kept her head lowered and watched as Bianca's strap-on fucked her. Biting her lower lip, she moaned.

"Ohhhhhhh!!"

At the sound of her voice, the caged slaves responded within the pits. Some hands gripped the bars tightly. Soft kisses, moans, and whimpers became a growing chime. At any moment, the voices could elevate in pitch. Christina was unable to focus on them as she felt Bianca's fingers slide to her nipples. Pinching them hard, Bianca tugged to send ripples through her skin. When she thrust forward, Maitland pulled back and delivered a hard pump into Christina's ass. One after another, they worked in a precise rhythm. A sign that they had done this before with other slaves.

"FUCK!! OHHHHHHH, GOD!!"

"Keep your head down, whore."

Maitland's fingernails dug into Christina's wrists, holding them in place. The stinging pain made her whimper slightly, combined with Bianca tugging at her natural breasts. In and out, the strap-on cocks worked at the moderate pace. Christina couldn't remain silent. Her own instincts got the better of her as she screamed in Bianca's face.

"FUCK ME!!"

The moans from the pits increased. Bodies rubbing against each other and kisses from women who didn't know each other's names. Hands explored bodies as the slaves shifted around in the cramped spaces. The beginning of an orgy was commencing in two of the cages. Something Christina could not enjoy with the other women. She didn't want to be with them. A real fucking by the mistresses was far more enjoyable than stepping around a bunch of other slaves. In this moment, Christina was fairly certain that two of the three mistresses were pushing her to a climax. She wanted it now more than anything. For it to be Bianca to make her cum, that made it all more special. Away from her, Aletta unlocked the pillory and moved one board out for future use.

"OHHHHHH, GOD!!"

As Christina moaned again, Bianca stopped thrusting and pulled the strap-on out of her cunt. She stepped back as Christina sighed in disappointment. Maitland made one last hard thrust deep into Christina's ass and then let go of her arms. She snatched another handful of hair, pulling tightly. Despite the freedom of her wrists, Christina kept them pinned behind her back. The strap-on pulled out of her ass, leaving the hole gaping and raw. Maitland marched Christina to the table on the left side and shoved her down. Her breasts rubbed against the hardwood surface. As she was bent over, it was now Aletta's turn to have some fun. Bianca and Maitland stepped aside. Christina turned her head to the left, glancing upward when she saw the black hair in the corner of her eye. The last thing she wanted to hear was those two words repeated, so Christina focused her line of sight downward. The last thing she saw was the grin on Aletta's face. It was a hint of what was to come as an unseen device was pushed into her ass. Christina gasped, feeling something vibrate in her gaping asshole. She did not witness the black device in the shape of a hard cock. A vibrator that was hidden in the bag.

"I want more. Give me something good. Make me scream louder."

Whimpering softly, Christina closed her eyes. She couldn't see anything happening behind her. What the mistresses were planning next was a grand mystery for the only slave who couldn't see it. From the caged pits, every other woman saw what was coming next for Christina.

"You are not in any position to be able to make any demands. You should be more grateful for what you're getting."

SMACK!

Every end of the flogger smacked across Christina's ass. At the same time, the vibrator activated within her cunt. She raised her head, screaming aloud. The striking hand was courtesy of Mistress Maitland. The caged slaves gasped and began panting as they witnessed their stern mistress rearing her arm back again. Christina kept her wrists behind her back, submissively offering her body for the use of pleasure.

SMACK!

Laughter echoed from the pits as a few slaves found the situation to be humorous. Their voices blended with the symphony of moans and soft cries. Christina opened her eyes, gazing in the direction of one cage as her hands rested against the table. The first thing Christina noticed was the shared experience of trading pleasure. Boobs pressed against boobs, bodies moving closer as several women found their freshly wet cunts and began to pleasure themselves. A woman with brown hair and matching eyes faced the bars and pushed out her natural breasts. Her tits were hanging from the bars, as if hoping that the mistresses would witness this moment. Christina made eye contact with her for a brief moment as she felt the intensity of the vibrator buried in her pussy. Gritting her teeth, she grunted before the braided ends of the flogger connected across her skin again.

SMACK!

Closing her eyes, Christina squealed in delight. Her voice led the chorus of all other slaves moaning within the cages. She could only imagine the red spots forming across her ass cheeks. Someone was controlling the vibrator via remote control. Christina was certain of this as she felt the intensity rising to a new level.

SMACK!

The fourth swat made Christina's left leg tremble. She almost lost her balance in the high heels. The vibrator continued to buzz as she squealed, crying out loudly.

SMACK!

Eyes opening wide, Christina could not hold herself back any longer. Her climax was merely seconds away, and then the vibrator stopped. Further proof that someone was pushing buttons on a remote behind her. Her orgasm was denied and held back by her own inner strength. Christina was unsure if she was being judged by her ability to hold herself back. At the heart of all her concerns, she was trying desperately to impress the mistresses.

SMACK!

A sixth and final slap courtesy of the flogger. She didn't scream as the ripple of movement went across both ass cheeks. Someone stepped behind Christina, but all she could hear was the cries of pleasure from the cages. The vibrator was pulled out of her pussy. She bit her lower lip, whimpering to prevent her own climax. A hand grasped several locks of Christina's hair, pulling her up from the table. Aletta brushed past her left side, entering the view. She led Christina to the other table, ignoring the pillory for now. The bag and all the necessary devices had been put up minutes prior while Christina was spanked. Something Christina had not noticed was restraints bundled underneath the table on both sides. Each corner had a chain with black leather restraints. One for each ankle and wrist. Aletta shoved Christina towards the clean table. One glance at the restraints made her believe that she would be bound to the table. That was the cue for Christina to climb up and lie on her back with her head dangling from the edge of the table. This gave her an upside-down view of the cage containing every slave chosen by Aletta.

Maitland applied the restraints, beginning with Christina's right arm. The left hand was locked next while Bianca helped out. The table was dark brown with several lines and scratch marks carved through the top. All of them told a story of the many times this table had been used by masters and mistresses alike. There was a difference in the roughness of Maitland's touch compared to how gentle Bianca applied the restraints on Christina's ankles. Underneath the table were two controls to tighten the chains. Maitland reached down and pulled a small lever to tighten Christina's arms and legs. Spread out like an X, she gazed up at the higher celing to see an old symbol painted. Lines had faded with clumps of chips missing. The shape was a triangle with an eye in the center. An all seeing eye casting judgment down upon her and everyone in this room. Ignoring the old art, Christina gazed forward and saw the view of Aletta's caged slaves from an upside-down angle. The two slaves in Maitland's cell kept a distance, fingering themselves with one hand. Their other hands were grasping at a metal bar. The metal collar around her throat was silver with visible scratch lines.

Christina was unable to focus on the cages when Aletta stepped in front of her. The strap-on cock hovered directly above her face. Maitland and Bianca were more vocal when directing orders in spoken word. Aletta didn't talk much. She seemed to prefer action over any kind of words. Christina opened her mouth wide, waiting for the mistress to slide the fake cock between her lips. On the other side of the table, Maitland began to climb up. She positioned the strap-on between her legs, pointing it directly at Christina's cunt. Bianca noticed this and quietly smiled. Christina couldn't see it. With her head hanging from the other side, her entire line of sight was blocked by Aletta's thick thighs upside down. The tip of the strap-on slid into her mouth. Christina opened her mouth wider and then closed her eyes. A nod was exchanged from mistress to mistress. Maitland began by pressing the strap-on dick against Christina's pussy lips. This unexpected pleasure made Christina's eyes open wide. She moaned against Aletta's strap-on as it plunged down her throat. Breathing out of her nose, Christina braced herself as the double penetration began. Aletta bucked her hips, slamming every inch of the plastic cock down her throat.

When she pulled back up, the solid object was coated in spit. Christina sucked as best as she could. She balled her hands into fists, rattling the chains around that held her wrists. Maitland noticed this movement and pushed the strap-on deeper inside her. Every thrust she made was slow. Aletta's hands cupped Christina's face, sliding both thumbs under her chin. She did not anticipate getting her throat fucked while upside down. Thrust after thrust crammed down her throat repeatedly. Once again, Christina's eyes watered. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes to her temples. Christina heard her own slobbering and sucking sounds louder than the cries of pleasure among the slaves. Aleeta's fingers ran to the back of Christina's head, holding her in place. Streams of saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her forehead. A long string fell over her left eye before breaking off and falling to the floor. Aletta stopped thrusting and left Maitland to deliver a few more pumps inside of Christina. The strap-on lodged down Christina's throat until Aletta slowly pulled it free. The sight of her fake breasts prevented Christina from seeing the smug smile across her puffy lips.

"OHHHHHHHH!! FUCKKKKKK!!"

Roaring screams echoed throughout the room as Christina braced herself. The vibrator almost made her cum, but not Maitland's strap-on. At least not yet. Aletta stepped aside, giving Christina the view of the caged pit and the ongoing orgy she was not a member of. In front of the cage stood a woman gazing forward. Christina's vision was slightly blurred from the tears and spit streaming down her face. Squinting her eyes, she focused on the figure gazing at her. A sense of familiarity washed over her. Christina knew she had seen this woman somewhere before, but she didn't have time to focus on her. Maitland climbed off the table and then Christina felt the restraints loosening around her ankles. Aletta stepped closer, looming ahead. She looked down at Christina's messy face and smiled. The lines of saliva had dripped from her forehead and clung to her hair. Satisfied at her handiwork, she stepped aside. Bianca undid the restraints holding Christina's wrists together. With her hands free, Christina leaned on the table. Maitland motioned with her hand.

"Get up."

The difficulty Maitland had with using the strap-on against the table had annoyed her. This gave her a better idea. It was finally time to use the pillory. Maitland glared at Christina and spoke.

"You have gone all this time without cumming. Do you dare defy me like that?"

"No, Mistress. I am trying to prove myself to you. I want to cum, but I wanted to show you that I can hold back. That's what--"

Maitland cut her off in speech.

"Shut your fucking mouth, whore. You've proven yourself to be a stubborn old bitch. That is all I see in you."

The wooden piece of the pillory was opened. The circles were in the shape of moons. A slot for the neck and one for each hand. The height was on level with the floor, requiring a slave to get down on their knees. Aletta stood close by, and without saying a word, she watched Christina fall to the floor. As she slid her hands into the slots, loud moans echoed from the caged pits. Some women were drawing closer to their orgasms. Mistress Bianca stood close by, smiling as she watched the movement of bodies flowing together behind the bars. As Christina slid her head into the neck slot, her collar clanked against the wooden frame. With her head and hands in place, Aletta locked the other board in place. From the pillory, Christina gazed forward at the center cage and then off to the left and right. The mistresses moved behind her, grabbing new tools to use. Her face was a mess, but this trial of pleasure was not over yet. The true test would come soon at the hands of all three dominant women. Now that she had a chance to view the orgies in the cages, Christina glanced over at the left side cage where she had previously made eye contact with a familiar woman.

She was still there. Not involved in the orgy just yet. This woman went out of her way to silently communicate with Christina, using only her eyes and a subtle expression of curiousity. Christina had seen that face and those big blue eyes so many times before. Another woman from Hollywood. Pale skin and arms raised high to unite fingers around a single bar above. Who was she? Still gazing to the left, reality struck Christina as she realized whose eyes lay upon her own. She had never met Scarlett Johansson before in person. This was the last place she ever expected to see her. It was a relief to know she wasn't the only woman of fortune and fame locked under the hotel. Knowing that Scarlett was looking at her face, Christina only wished she could speak to her. There were so many questions Christina would have for her, but all of them were irrelevant right now. Maitland stepped in front of her, resting her left hand on her hip. In her left hand was the purple vibrator, revealing it to Christina.

"Since this couldn't make you cum, it's going in your ass."

Unable to shake her head, Christina pouted.

"I want something more. The toy wasn't enough."

The hint of a smile faded from Maitland's face. She glanced at one of the msitresses standing behind the pillory.

"She has a mouth on her and likes to be a fucking smartass. So why not use your fists?"

Christina gasped at those words. Maitland didn't just say "fist." She implied using two instead of one. In the past, Christina had used her own fists for pleasure. Could she handle two at once? At least she had knowledge it was coming. Biting her lower lip, Christina waited as she gazed forward at the events unfolding within the three caged pits. Behind her, someone fell to their knees. Maitland stood close by, as if she knew Christina was guessing in her head which mistress would be using her fists on her. Would it be Aletta or Bianca? Or even both? Thinking about it made cunt grow wetter. Scarlett was watching her from the distance. She knew something Christina didn't. Biting her lower lip, Scarlett closed her eyes, briefly surrendering to the roaming hands of the slaves around her. Other slaves around her began kissing. Some were pleasuring each other by the touch of wandering hands. Scarlett waited, opening her eyes and watching the moment as Christina belted out the first high-pitched scream of the night.

"OHHHHHHHHH!! GOD!!"

Knuckles pushed forward, hands sliding into Christina's ass and pussy at the same time. The sudden surprise made her screech and holler as loudly as she possibly could. Maitland grinned seeing this reaction from her.

"OH MY GOD!! FUCKKKKKKKK!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Screaming loudly in pleasure, Christina balled her own fingers into fists and closed her eyes. The pillory prevented her from raising her head too high. The back of her hair rubbed against the wood. Fingers twisted and turned inside of her. The fists widened her asshole and cunt simultaneously, stretching the muscles. Christina gritted her teeth and growled incoherently. The high pitched nature of her voice shifted to become gravelly. Another scream as she raised her head and felt the fingers in her pussy reaching deeper into unexplored areas that no man had ever touched.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Every sound Christina made was heard distinctively over all the cries and moans. She led over the chorus louder than anyone in the room. Maitland's eyes remained locked on Christina, loving every last second of this. She tried to hold back her smile. Christina was lost within the vortex of her own pleasure, pushed to the limits of her body. She couldn't even focus on the actions in the cages. All of it became one murky blur in the distance as the fisting overwhelmed all her senses.

"YESSSSS!! YESSSSSSSSSS!! FUCKKKKKKK!!"

A slave with long black hair and large breasts pressed her body against Scarlett. Their eyes connected as Scarlett smiled and nodded to her. That was her way of quietly giving permission to kiss. For every gritty scream Christina made, the slaves responded by increasing their own movement, shuffling against each other. As their lips met, Scarlett removed her fingers from her own pussy. She gently wrapped her sweaty fingers around the woman's wrist and guided her hand between her thighs. The kiss broke with them both looking into each other's eyes, then down at her own breasts, rubbing together. Other women surrounded them engaging in similar acts. Aletta's cage quickly manifested into a shared orgy. The effort was fully collaborative, with each girl helping each other find their way. A few women found their ways down on the floor, trampling over each other as they desperately looked for an open cunt to plant their lips onto. So many cries of pleasure and bliss were impossible to hear over Christina's pitched screams. Her vocal chords strained as she responded to the fists twisting inside her. The words became more incoherent until no one could understand her.

Two mistresses stood close by, quietly observing how the slaves reacted to Christina's brutal training. One remained on her knees, fists still buried inside of Christina's holes. Her pussy and ass stretched further with every twist and turn of the wrists. After all this time of holding back, Christina's orgasm was imminent. She could barely withstand the pressure building up inside her. Seconds felt like minutes, and yet she wanted more. To be pushed to this brink, it was not enough. The screams continued in the animalistic nature of her changed voice. No tears, no regrets. This was the choice she made when she signed her name on that paper. Eyes opening wide, Christina suddenly felt the old riding crop slapping against her left tit. It rubbed against the pillory. Gritting her teeth again, she became frustrated that she was unable to touch herself at this moment. Another riding crop smacked her right breast, striking the nipple. Two more strikes, one after the other, came as the hands twisted aggressively in her pussy and ass. Despite how badly she wanted to have this orgasm, Christina braced herself and tried to hold back a bit longer.

Scarlett's voice was barely heard through all the other slaves moaning loudly in a high chorus under Christina's pitched screams. With both hands Scarlett gripped a metal bar behind her, surrendering her body to all the surrounding slaves. A sisterly bond was formed through their sharing hands, pushing one another to that blissful edge. Eyes closed, she moaned as hands of strangers roamed across her body. No knowledge of any name for these many women. All Scarlett knew was that all of them were united in this new, daring alternate lifestyle underground. From the floor, a girl had embedded her lips against Scarlett's vulva. Scarlett carefully positioned herself, her legs bent over the woman's shoulders. Her heels lightly touched her bare back. She gripped the bar tightly, holding herself up in this sitting position. Every other slave around her was caught in their own pleasure, sharing the act with another woman. A sisterly bond was formed without the need to know each other's names. There was only one single woman in a cage who Scarlett clearly recognized. She thought about Christina as she braced herself for that familiar feeling of sweet release. Closer and closer, she felt it drawing nearer as the tongue snaked around inside her.

Christina's screams fell to the high pitch squeal of her natural voice when she reached her climax. Her legs trembled, her left foot hitting the floor hard as her cunt tightened around the strong hand. As she reached her climax, both hands pulled away from her. The other two mistresses gave one last, hard slap across her tits with the riding crops. She hung her head from the pillory, exhausted and completely out of her breath. Her voice was hoarse, coughing up a few more sounds as she exhaled. Red marks covered her ass. Even though she could not see it, Christina felt the stinging skin. A few more marks were on the sides of her tits. Her cum spilled out from her cunt, drenching the floor below. So much flowed that it briefly touched her knees as the pond grew larger. Christina sighed, feeling completely destroyed by all the pleasure. Through it all, she enjoyed every last minute. Nothing about this act was humilating. She was the star in a show for every other slave to enjoy. In the middle cage, the duo of slaves pleasured themselves and kept their distance from one another. Maitland was not impressed by them. Whether she was proud of Christina or not, she had no plans of stroking her ego with high praise.

"Time's up, sluts!!"

Maitland's strong statement shifted the vibe in the room. Playtime was over. All the screeches and screams of pleasure faded into soft whimpers. Most of the slaves had reached their climax. Maitland walked to the center cage and unlocked it. Once more, she paid no mind to her own slaves. Stomping her way back to the throne, she spoke in a hushed tone to Bianca. Aletta stepped over the pillory and gazed down at Christina. She knew which mistress it was based on the heavy boots. Cum dripped from her right hand's fingers. That was how Christina learned that it was Aletta who used her fists on her. Maitland and Bianca took turns using riding crops to strike her boobs. This sudden surprise almost numbed Christina. The mistress who spoke the least was responsible for her orgasm. Bianca walked forward to the cage that contained her chosen slaves. Aletta joined Bianca as they unlocked their respective cages. Bianca offered a helping hand to every woman, pulling them out to crawl on their knees. Aletta did not offer this gesture. She stood close by the open door, wet hand on her hip, as she watched every woman climb out of the pit. Sticky hands left imprints. Scarlett carefully used both hands to elevate herself and stepped past her mistress outside the cage. No words were spoken. Only the sound of shoes, heels, and other shoes hitting the floor.

The empty pits were stained in fresh bodily fluids. The floor and walls gleamed with the fresh coat of mixed bodily fluids that illuminated the rough texture. The old stone tiles looked ancient, as if this had been an orchestrated ritual in the name of something holy. All the girls huddled around together into a large crowd. Christina remained locked in the pillory, her eyes glancing in pursuit of the only other woman who she recognized among them all. Scarlett was on the other side. Aletta and Bianca stepped behind the menacing black throne. A black box contained various tools and items. They each grabbed a large chain and pulled it loose. When they returned to the women, the chains dragged at length. Neither of them said a word to the slaves as they prepared the two long chains. Sets of handcuffs dragged across the floor with sharp scratching noises. Every slave who paid attention soon realized that the cuffs were attached. Aletta began on the right side, Bianca to the left. Twenty-five of the twenty-six slaves were split into two groups, forming lines. One-by-one, the women were equally split.

Aletta unlocked the pillory, freeing Christina's head and hands. Not a single word was spoken as Christina got up. The first thing she did was stretch out, feeling some muscle cramps from the fisting she endured. Maitland's eyes followed, watching as Christina straightened her body and moved properly. Before she had a chance to join the other women, Aletta snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. Her silent way of ordering Christina to get back on her hands and knees. She stepped over to a few other slaves and repeated this gesture. Palms pressed against the concrete floor with knees. Christina did not want to be told to put her eyes down, so she kept her focus on the floor. A total of six slaves moved on their hands and knees. The one time Christina did glance forward, she saw Scarlett gazing down at the floor. The way she shifted her body gave the impression that Scarlett had served under Aletta for some time. Christina guessed if she was one of Aletta's slaves. As they sat on their hands and knees, Maitland and Bianca split the crowd again. Eleven women made up a line for the other two mistresses.

Christina soon realized she was among three other women on all fours. Scarlett was one of them. All the other women formed two chain gangs for Maitland and Bianca. Christina quietly wondered if Aletta was taking her with the other chosen slaves for the night. From the box behind the throne, Aletta pulled out a patterned chain with four hooks. She leaned down, clipping the link to one collar, and moved to the next. No handcuffs were needed. Aletta preferred her slaves to move on all fours whenever it was possible. The connected chains bound collars to each other. Several feet of chain links divided the girls from each other. They had enough slack on the chains to move, but it would require effort from all of them working together. If anyone slowed down, the connected chains would grind all of them to an uncompromising stop. Christina was positioned as the second slave in the line. She was unsure of where Scarlett was but knew that she was not the slave in front of her. The end of a black leather whip hit the floor. Without raising her eyes, Christina saw it as Aletta's disciplinary tool. No more riding crops. Through little spoken words, this mistress enforced obedience in her own ways.

"Keep your eyes down and stay behind me."

Aletta's strong accent was heard clearly with a direct command in a firm tone, displaying full authority in a low tone. The first slaves out of the room were the elite four selected by Aletta, crawling behind their mistress. The quiet mistress guided the lines of women to the back door where Maitland had previously entered. Down a short hallway led a wide corridor. Chains rattled and shook as knees moved after planted palms. The sound of Aletta's boots was louder and more thunderous from the floor. All the other slaves in the standing chain gangs were treated with a visual gift of watching Aletta's slaves crawl out the door. Christina whimpered and grunted in pain. She was sore from how her body was used for a public display of harsh training. Crawling together, bound by the chains, all four slaves had to work as a small team. Christina's heavy boobs brushed against the cool floor. Aletta's whip dragged across the floor above the first slave. A silent reminder that punishment would be swift and sharp. The gray concrete floor shifted with a strong light flowing from another room with small white tiles.

Without gazing around to take in her immediate surroundings, Christina realized they were in a large shower room. Aletta made several steps forward and stopped. When the last of her footsteps quit echoing, the slaves all quit crawling. Holding her position for a few seconds, Aletta quietly turned to the right side of the room. Footsteps echoed from behind as another mistress entered the shower. Bianca leaned down and began unhooking the chains from the collars one after another. No longer tethered to one another, the slaves would be free to move around. Aletta quietly watched their reactions, making sure that every set of eyes remained downcast, glaring at the floor. One girl felt brave enough to lift her gaze. WHACK! The whip crackled loudly, echoing in the room as Aletta delivered a sharp snap across the bum. She didn't say a word after the quick hit. Only a faint whimper was heard as the slave corrected her posture. Bianca chuckled as she left the room.

A large hose was wrapped up on the wall with two knobs to control the valve. Aletta untangled the bundled hose after curling the whip around her right shoulder. Some of the slaves began crawling around. The line was broken as two women lined up side-by-side. This movement was allowed, but the silence became deafening. At any moment, Aletta could snap them back into place by cracking the whip. Christina searched for Scarlett, quietly spotting her. She hoped that her eyes would linger in her direction to the point they could make eye contact with each other. The knobs squeaked as the hose was activated. Water rushed through the green tube. Aletta pulled it out and began to walk around the hurdled slaves on all fours. She pulled it again, making sure there was no twist or kink in the house. At the top was a black sprayer. Pushing down with the thumb would activate it. The first thing Aletta rinsed off was her hand. All of Christina's juices flowed to the floor with excess water. A large round drain was in the middle of the room for the water to slide down.

While the other slaves crawled around, Christina remained perfectly still. Exhaling deep breaths, she felt fatigued after everything she had been through. The last thing she wanted was to be struck with the whip. Her ass was still stinging from the number of spankings she received. She couldn't see the red dots on her pale skin, but she felt every mark left by the flogger. A woman moved to her right side. Hands pressing hard into the floor. Christina ignored the presence first, watching the shape of a shadow shift across the white tiles. From the corner of her right eye, she felt someone staring at her. Aletta was busy washing the body of the first slave standing closest to her. After a few seconds of trying to avoid the gaze, Christina finally glanced over to her right. She was merely inches away from Scarlett. Their eyes connected, silently studying each other. What were they doing here? If speaking was allowed, that was the question they would have for one another. The moment was interrupted by the quiet movement behind Scarlett. Aletta raised her left foot and shoved her boot against Scarlett's face, pinning her to the floor.

"Eyes down, Scarlett."

All of Christina's assumptions were now confirmed. Her eyes did not deceive her when she first noticed Scarlett. Now her face was pressed against the floor, mouth slightly open, and eyes shut. Aletta glanced over at Christina and sprayed the water hose into her face. All of the saliva and tears washed away as she coughed and gagged under the warm water. The splashes moved to her breasts next, rinsing away skin. Christina lowered her head, straightening her posture so the water would rinse her back and ass. Once she was done, Aletta lifted her boot off Scarlett's face. It was her turn. Christina shut her eyes, listening to the soft moans from Scarlett as their mistress rinsed her clean. The washing continued with the next two slaves as time passed. Christina waited until the water stopped and then opened her eyes again to glance at the wet floor. Aletta had finished and wrapped the hose back onto the handle in the wall.

"Watch your step on the way out. Follow me like before and keep your eyes down."

Aletta reminded every chained woman that they were stepping around slick, wet tiles. No more chains bound the slaves. They would be able to crawl faster and easier. Christina moved again as the second woman in the line. Out of the shower, their wet bodies moved down another corridor. A wet line was left across the concrete as evidence of their passage. If their boobs became dirty along the way, there would be another shower tomorrow morning. Aletta stopped marching when they entered a short passageway. Facing the first slave was a row of four large cages lined against the wall. Christina's lower lip fell as she realized she would be put in one soon. All the doors were open, revealing the soft, padded black cushion at the floor. Exhaling a deep breath, many kinky thoughts ran through Christina's mind as she realized she was about to be caged. Aletta snapped her fingers, and the first girl moved into one cage. Once it was Christina's turn, she crawled forward and entered the tight space. Scarlett was next, taking the cage directly next to her. After the fourth girl entered, Aletta began to shut the doors.

Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. All four of her chosen slaves were sealed in the rectangular cages. Underneath the frames were four wheels locked in hinges. The top was padded, preventing rays of light from casting above. There was enough room for Christina to stretch her legs and sit up against the back wall of black-painted steel bars. The only source of light came from the forward door. All she could see was Aletta's boots standing before her. In the cell to her left, Scarlett appeared comfortable in the confined space. A few moans were heard from the slaves, but no one dared speak in Aletta's presence. Christina was beginning to see how this mistress treated her slaves. They were like furniture, stored in cages and to be shipped around. She could only imagine what Aletta's lair looked like. Had Scarlett been there? That was something else she wondered. In the distance, heels and boots stomped across the hall. Bianca and Maitland walked towards Aletta. Christina knew it was them based on the legs and heels. She didn't bother leaning up to see. Maitland broke the silence with a soft chuckle.

"Everyone is locked up where they belong."

"Except for these wonderful sluts in training."

Bianca replied to Maitland, causing her to laugh louder.

"Do you mind I... borrow Scarlett for tomorrow?"

Aletta smirked at Bianca's question.

"You want to play with my famous pet?"

"Yes, I do. I promise to bring her back all nice and clean."

The way Aletta referred to her Scarlett as her 'pet' sent a chill through Christina's body. Bianca leaned down, facing the cage with Scarlett. She grinned with a goofy expression on her face.

"You're going to meet someone special tomorrow."

Christina thought about herself and how she had met more than one special person tonight. Standing back up, Bianca pushed her right foot to unlock the hinges on the wheels to Scarlett's cage. Maitland stood in front of Christina's cage and spoke.

"I'll be taking my Hollywood whore off your hands."

Bianca pulled Scarlett's cage out and gently rolled it back into the hall. The back wheels to every cell were already unlocked. Only two were needed to halt movement. Christina was spared spending the night in Aletta's domain. Maitland used her right foot to unlock the wheels and rolled Christina's cage down the hall. The wheels glided with a steady sound. Christina shut her eyes, not caring about her surroundings. Maitland pushed the cage down a long corridor. A sharp turn to the right led down another hallway with three open doors. Maitland pushed the cage through the middle door. Christina opened her eyes and gazed around a square room. Off to the left side was the standard prison toilet and sink combination. This barren room was some kind of cell without the typical iron-barred doors. Only four walls of concrete bricks and two doors.

"You're sleeping in the cage. You look good in there. Once morning starts, I will unlock it. The shower is that door right there."

The cage was left sitting idly in the center of the room. Christina noticed the steel drainage channel in the doorframe. What she couldn't see was the bed on the opposite side wall. Maitland grabbed the fresh white robe from it and held it down to show Christina that she had some form of clothes to put on.

"Tomorrow we will pick up where we left off. I'm the one training you. No one else. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Lockdown begins now. Rest well."

Maitland stomped out of the room. The door slammed shut and the locks clicked in place. Christina let out a deep breath, taking in all the events that had occurred in the past twenty-four hours. Despite how sore her body was, she wasn't ready to give up. She had been down in this dungeon for so long that she embraced the punishment that came with pleasure. One way or another, she would impress Maitland. She thought about the other mistress. Who was Aletta? That was all she knew her by. Before drifting to sleep, Christina quietly thought about her goals. One day, she would wear those big leather boots. She wanted to have a hat identical to the one Bianca wore tonight. Maybe not tomorrow or the next day, but eventually Christina would climb the ranks and become a mistress like them. She was confident in her skills and believed she was built different from other women who enjoyed playing the role of a collared slave.

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1 DAY LATER

Slick oil covered pale skin, gleaming brightly under the fluorescent lights embedded into the ceiling. A bed sat on the far side of the room, made up of a black latex blanket and matching pillows. Every crease and wrinkle was visible with illuminated lines. The walls were bright red, covered in a layer of latex cushions. The ceiling was painted to match, hiding the concrete stone underneath. Across the room sat a wooden table painted black. Metal tools sat there. A pair of handcuffs, a spare chain, and a metallic silver butt plug. Bianca Beauchamp stood in front of the table. Her long red hair was split down the middle, flowing freely with swoops of hair. Another latex suit covered her body. A black corset with red strings and a matching thong. Fishnet stockings went up to her thighs, covered by knee-high boots. Her height was elevated to match the masters and tower over all slaves under her command. Every room of her lair was decorated with latex furniture in one form or another. For anyone to wear a piece of latex clothing here was an earned privilege. She gifted the many masters their own latex outfits as holiday and birthday gifts throughout the years.

At this very moment Bianca was the only woman in her personal domain wearing anything remotely plastic. All the silicone was tucked under the skin where it belonged. The product of surgical advancements to do proper body enhancements. Behind her stood a new slave facing the bed. One who had been properly initiated and collared after signing a contract two weeks ago. A social influencer who had already had the proper surgeries to alter every part of her fake body. Her desire was to become a glamour model on all social media platforms. A round tattoo covered her left shoulder. The only visible etching of artistic design to see from behind. Her dyed orange hair was fixed properly with long swoops extending down her back. The locks were split to the sides, covering her ears. Going naked was no problem for this woman. In a short amount of time, she had impressed multiple masters. One fought to keep her as a personal pet among a small harem of whores. Bianca had to pull several strings just to borrow her for a short amount of time under the guise of a training exercise. It was true from a certain point of view. The lesson was intended for an actress who this model had made herself resemble through multiple surgeries.

Amanda Nicole. Or better known as "The Amanda Nicole," as she called herself on Instagram. The Thicc Black Widow was the nickname she received online. She went into debt having various surgeries to do bimbofication. Her face was completely restructured to resemble Scarlett Johansson. In the span of only a few years, Amanda racked up serious debt from her surgeries. She went all in on bimbification to get a new set of tits and a proper BBL. Years of work went into building her giant ass. One surgery was botched, leading her to another one. She believed that she could pay off the debt by doing influencer work online. Her chances failed thanks to the pandemic and a Brazzers contract falling apart. The limited work she did for the company caught the attention of Maitland Ward. She saw potential in Amanda. After befriending Sophie Dee, Amanda was recommended to reach out to a man named Billy McKernan. He could help with her debt, as well as pay for additional surgeries in exchange for favors. He resided at the Miracle Light Inn, where he invited her. In less than twenty-four hours, she was in the dungeon eager to make a deal with the devil. Her soul sold in black ink across a dotted line.

Due to the circumstances with her situation, Amanda received a different level of training. Her initiation ceremony was one of the most successful of a new slave's ever seen. Her potential was high. She easily earned strong approval from her masters. If not for her time spent in a harem, Maitland would've likely brought her to the show last night. Amanda was one of the very few who impressed Maitland highly. Her days began with gym workouts to keep her body in shape. Her diet was distinctively different from the other women. All of it was her own choice to build the booty. Bianca was impressed with her plastic 32F-cup breasts. Proper bolt-ons with no sag. She never wore a push-up bra, finding them useless after she increased her tits' cup size several times over. Her ass was a whole other world. Amanda wanted to have the biggest booty possible. The masters sang praises to the roof over her ability to twerk, shake, and give them dream-worthy lap dances. Bianca heard these stories so much she fantasized about watching Amanda get fucked in the ass. Before that dream could become reality, she had to introduce her to Scarlett. Stepping behind Amanda, Bianca smiled to herself.

"You have the biggest ass I have ever seen. It is so huge."

The compliment made Amanda smirk, giggling under her breath in a high-pitched voice. Without being commanded, she bent over the bed and shoved her booty out. Rolling her hips, the cheeks smacked together in a steady rhythm. Bianca gasped enthusiastically.

"Oh my... Is this what you spend all day doing for the masters?"

She laughed as Amanda blushed quietly. Bianca reared her right hand back and playfully smacked the left cheek of Amanda's amazing rump. The touch made Amanda stop. She remained bent over the bed and pushed back in an attempt to touch Bianca.

"Do you want to watch me work it some more?"

Amanda spoke in her bubbly, high-pitched bimbo voice. The sound was enough to make Bianca blush.

"No, that's fine, dear. Stand up and turn around so I can see your eyes."

Raising herself up, Amanda obeyed without a word. She turned to face Bianca. The first thing Bianca focused on was her permanently bulging tits and erected nipples. Below was her flat stomach and the four-leaf clover tattoo in green ink across her right hip. Her pussy was shaved, as was standard protocol for all slaves. For Amanda, it was personal preference that she never wanted a single hair to be seen there. Bianca smiled as her eyes scanned up and down, taking in every detail of Amanda's body. Her eyes were blue, fitting for the woman she resembled. Enhanced puffy lips made sucking dick an easier task for Amanda. As she stood there, Bianca moved back. Off to the left side was an open doorway to another red room. The mistress clapped her hands and spoke.

"Kate! Bring out Scarlett!"

Amanda gasped, her heart racing as she heard that name spoken. From the open doorway, a shadow moved. Scarlett entered the room, swaying her hips. Black high heels and nylon stockings made up the only clothing on her body. The stockings were connected to a leather garter belt strapped around her waist. A metal ring was attached to the front, hanging slightly above her belly button. Her red hair was properly fixed, matching her look from the first Avengers film with a split and swoops. As Amanda saw her, she gasped again and smiled. Scarlett blinked, apparently surprised to see a woman who resembled her with enhanced features. Their collars matched. Amanda wore the same silver steel piece locked around her throat that Scarlett had on. Bianca watched as Scarlett stepped closer, listening to her heels thud across the floor.

"Scarlett, this is Amanda."

"Oh my god, I can't believe this. I'm really standing in front of you right now!"

Smiling wide, Amanda closed her eyes for a moment. She had always hoped to meet her hero one day. Never could she have dreamed it would happen in a place like this. Was it worth selling your soul for fortune and fame? For Amanda, the answer was a definitive yes. Bianca quietly observed as the women stood facing each other. Their eyes scanned each other's bodies.

"Black Widow meet the bimbo Black Widow."

Bianca giggled and spoke again.

"Turn around, Amanda. Show her your ass."

"I would be more than happy to."

Staring into Scarlett's eyes, Amanda turned slightly. Her side profile revealed the roundness of her mega booty. Scarlett quirked her eyebrows, then did it a second time once Amanda fully turned and bent over. The sheer size of her epic ass made Scarlett respond in words.

"Wow. That is marvelous."

"Isn't it? I told her it's the biggest ass I've ever seen."

"I concur."

Hearing Scarlett agree with Bianca was enough to make Amanda's day. She began twerking again, working in a rhythm to make those ass cheeks clap. The smacking noises echoed in the small room as Scarlett studied every movement of that giant booty. Bianca noticed this, but her mind was elsewhere. There was a different slave with red hair who she imagined introducing Amanda to. She could almost picture the reaction from Christina upon seeing that booty. How eager would she be to have Amanda sit on her face? Another question the mistress considered before speaking on a different topic at hand.

"Are you two sluts in the mood for some dick?"

Scarlett nodded. After the show last night, she was more than eager to get fucked. Amanda quit twerking and leaned back up.

"Oh, I've had every cock there is to suck and fuck down here. Will you be introducing me to another master?"

Biting her lower lip, she pressed her hands on her fake tits and moaned. Amanda's voice fell to a lower pitch.

"Wanna watch me make a man cum so hard that he's screaming and grunting?"

Scarlett pressed her hands against her breasts too and let out a soft moan. Bianca flashed an evil smile, showing all her teeth. She clapped her hands loudly and spoke again.

"Bring out the gimps!"

Amanda and Scarlett looked at each other, curious about what they had just heard the mistress say. A few seconds passed as the sound of squeaking was heard. A tall man wearing a black rubber suit covered his body from head to toe. Four holes were cut out for two eyes, a nose, and the cock below. A silver zipper line closed the mouth. As he entered, the second man stepped in. Both men had blue eyes, similar to the two collared women standing before them. Amanda gasped upon noticing the two hardened cocks. The length was on par with what she had learned to expect from the many masters she fucked.

"You guys are packing something too big to keep in those shiny, clean suits!"

In another place during a different time, Bianca would've loudly laughed at Amanda's statement. The men were mute, not making a single noise with their mouths completely zipped shut. Instead, she pulled her thong down, revealing her wet pussy. The slaves did not get a chance to see. Scarlett and Amanda were too focused on the cocks throbbing freely from the black bondage suits. Bianca climbed onto the bed and spread her legs out. The thong dangled from her ankles, now pulled free. She clutched it with her left hand while using the right to rub her clit. Scarlett turned, smirking at the sight of her mistress clearly aroused.

"I want you both to be looking at me while you get fucked. Let me see those beautiful, sexy eyes."

Pointing with both hands, Bianca motioned to the edge of the bed. From where she sat, Scarlett was to the left and Amanda to the right. Scarlett was the first to turn around and bend over. She couldn't compete with Amanda's gigantic ass, but she made an effort to rub it against the plastic suit containing one of the gimps. Amanda turned around next, pressing her hands against the latex blanket. Scarlett did the same, spreading her fingers out as she listened to the squeaking rubber suits of the men moving behind them. She enjoyed fucking strangers without knowing their names. That was one of her favorite kinks that she explored while locked in this dungeon. Bianca licked her lips as she inserted her index finger into her pussy.

"Are you both ready?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

Scarlett and Amanda replied in unison, voices intertwined. Bianca snapped her left hand fingers to quietly command the gimps. She wiggled her finger around inside her as she watched the facial expressions change. Amanda maintained eye contact with Bianca as she felt the warm plastic glove touching her left hip. As the cock slid into her wet cunt, she let out a soft moan. Scarlett lowered her head, breaking eye contact almost immediately. The man behind her did not touch her skin as he guided his shaft into her. She waited until he was inside her tight pussy, and then she raised her head. Bianca withdrew her finger and began rubbing it against her clit as the men bucked their hips.

"Ohhhhhh, yes! Fuck me!! Give it to me harder!"

Amanda's enthusiasm was unmatched on a while other level. Another mistress may have ordered her to remain quiet, but not Bianca. She enjoyed witnessing moments like this. The louder, the better. Amanda began pushing back, causing her thick booty cheeks to clap together as they hit the man's bodysuit. The squeaky suits created a screech that was heard over the moaning voices in the small room. Bianca pushed her index finger back into her pussy and resumed fingering herself.

"Ohhhhhh... ohhhhhhh..."

Scarlett's soft voice echoed as she tried to clutch the latex sheets beneath her slim fingers. It was impossible to pull the tight plastic. The smoothness caused her palms to slide forward until she twisted her fingers into fists. For every forward thrust, Amanda pushed back in perfect sync with the gimp fucking her. The body suits slowed the movement of the gimps. The man behind Scarlett leaned in, running his hands underneath her to feel her breasts. A strange, sensational feeling of rubber caressing her soft skin. Raising her head, she let out a low moan that was barely heard amidst the smacking and squeaking noises produced by Amanda fucking.

"Yessssss! More! Give it to me harder!!"

Squeak. Smack. Squeak. Smack. If not for her status as a slave, Amanda could've easily taken control and handled this man easily. The difference between the two women was plain as day. Scarlett was a natural submissive. Amanda had the makings of a proper switch. Had she been present in last night's orgy show, she undoubtedly would've made the strongest impression of all the caged slaves. Bianca twirled and turned her finger inside her as she watched Amanda continue to move in sync. Thrust after thrust, she threw it back and used her booty as a proper instrument of pleasure. Biting her lower lip, she moaned loudly. Hands pressed against the latex blanket, she kept herself raised. Scarlett lowered herself, spreading her legs further to give the gimp better access to thrust deeper into her pussy. His hands released her breasts, and he grabbed her arms. Bianca's eyes widened, gasping at the sight of the gimp pinning Scarlett's hands behind her back. As he thrust harder, Scarlett gazed up at the mistress. She saw Bianca's wicked grin.

"Ohhhh, god! Ohhhhhhh! OHHHHHHHHHH, YEAH!!"

As Scarlett screamed, Bianca pressed her thumb onto her clit. She rubbed it back and forth while using her single finger to pleasure herself. The edges of her heels pressed into the latex blanket, creating lines that went to the hands of both slaves. She bit her lower lip and purred.

"FUCK!! OHHHHHH, YEAH!! I CAN FEEL IT!!"

Amanda screamed again, desperate to reach her orgasm. Bianca wondered how many times she had cum so far today. Would this be the first? Scarlett's body pressed against the latex blanket, blocking her tits from jiggling. Bianca pushed her finger deep enough to reach the knuckle and began twisting back and forth. By now it was a race to see who would cum first among the three women. All bets were on Amanda at this point. The gimp had let go of her hips, allowing her to fully unleash the power of her mighty ass upon him. His thrusts abruptly stopped. Amanda had full control to throw it back again and again. She did so, pushing herself closer and closer to her own climax. She had no care in the world whatsoever if the gimp decided to bust his nut inside her. The real question was if he could hold himself back when she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. Only her orgasm mattered. Nothing else was of any concern to Amanda. Over and over, she continued to pump back until she felt it coming.

"I'M ALMOST THERE!! OH MY GOD, YOU GOTTA GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE IT TO ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!"

As Amanda screamed, Bianca aggressively fingered her pussy until she forced herself to cum. Both Scarlett's and Amanda's eyes widened at the sight of Bianca's juices flowing in the air. Her pussy became a fountain raining a trail of liquid onto the latex blanket. She made sure to be the first woman in the room to cum. At the same time, Amanda screamed loudly as the gimp began thrusting again. That was all she needed for her inner walls to tighten around his hard shaft. Seconds later, Scarlett screamed loudly as she reached her orgasm. Her gimp pulled his cock out of her tightening pussy. His gloved hands let go of her wrists, and he stepped back as Scarlett's own juices flooded her thighs, dripping down. Amanda and Scarlett were completely unaware of the rules Bianca set in place for the two gimps. Their duty was to make the slaves cum, but they themselves were denied the right of their own orgasm. The men were undergoing their own training by her hand. With the suits came the responsibility of learning to maintain and control themselves from blowing their loads too soon. Silent training was another factor, hence why the zippers closed their mouths. One mistress was pleased with what she saw from both the female slaves and her two men in rubber suits.

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Cla-clank. Ding. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Ding. Leather and metal collided with concrete and wood in the room. Christina Hendricks was brought her after the usual early morning routine. Mistress Maitland gave her the two necessary hours to fully wake up. A shower and breakfast of her choice outside the cell. The timing was done to prevent her from brushing shoulders with the other two slaves in their own cells. Why were they here? Among other questions, Christina's mind wandered to the black haired mistress she witnessed last night. She still couldn't believe that she witnessed Scarlett Johansson down here. For every time she learned something, new questions emerged that clouded her perspective. Brent had still not visited her in days. Christina was concerned she would not see her master again for a long period of time. Right now she had other concerns that required her immediate attention. Maitland brought her to a small room with a wooden cross mounted in the center. It was lower, requiring someone to be on their knees while bound. Christina's hands were locked in metal wrist cuffs that contained a few chains to make them hang. From this position on her knees, she hung her head low.

Behind her, Maitland prepared her tools and toys for the day. So far, Christina kept quiet and did not ask any pointless questions. A simple 'Yes, Mistress' was adequate for every reply. She didn't allow herself to think aloud. In silence, Christina was left to let her mind wander. She lifted her head slightly, gazing forward at the metal door from afar. Behind her in the corner of the room was a black metal chair with a leather cushion. It was left unused while Maitland built up all the tension by loudly shifting toy after toy. The contents on the table were a mystery to Christina. She paid it no attention with only a single glance when she first entered the room alongside her mistress. Maitland wore nylon stockings to go with black leather boots rising to her knees. The proper footwear of all mistresses. When Christina saw the boots, she fantasized about herself wearing them. Some day in the future it would happen. All of her desires and motivations were reinforced. The longer she had to quietly think about last night's events, she thought about the power that a mistress had weilding chains and riding crops. One day, she would be deemed worthy of the high status, and it would come at the hand of her master.

"You're quiet today. I've been expecting you to something now for a while. It's been more than a few minutes. I figured you would be running your mouth, yapping about something."

No reaction followed. Christina remained quiet, refusing to take the bait from Maitland's taunt. Another sound of metal clanking against the wooden table followed. With her left hand, Maitland adjusted the leather bustier containing her own big tits. She had already quietly slipped off her thong, freeing her pussy and ass to be used soon. The mistress waited for her slave to respond. After several seconds of silence, Maitland spoke again.

"Before we begin, I will allow you to ask me one single question. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Of the many questions Christina could ask, there were three that remained of utmost importance. She was curious about Scarlett's time in the dungeon. The absence of her master was a more worthwhile concern. The third subject on her mind was the identity of the dark haired mistress. Christina believed this was a test in a sort of mind game.

"Who was the other mistress with you last night? The one with black hair."

"Oh..."

Maitland's voice shifted with a subtle laugh. The question clearly surprised her.

"Her name is Aletta Ocean. I doubt you would've ever heard of her before. She's a porn star. She know show to put Hollywood sluts like you in their place. You're not the first one she has used her fists on."

Christina chuckled. She was no longer offended by such statements. Maitland filled her imagination with thoughts of Aletta fisting Scarlett into a blissful oblivion. As her head hung low, Maitland marched around the cross and stood in front of her. In her right hand was a riding crop. She slid the tip under Christina's chin, lifting it up for their eyes to meet. In that moment, Maitland saw the genuine smile of respect Christina carried. No sarcasm or arrogance in her eyes. Christina didn't reply to the statement, but it wasn't enough for Maitland to return a friendly gesture.

"I loved it when you screamed. Those growls you made were something else. No whore in that room could've made those kind of sound like that. You were so much louder than the rest of them. I like that."

Biting her lower lip, Maitland spoke again.

"You were turned on, obviously. But you were more worried about your own pleasure without any concern for all the other whores around you."

Christina nodded, her skin brushing against her metal collar. Maitland flashed the top row of her teeth under her lips in a subtle smile.

"It takes more than good looks to impress me. You have the attitude, but we need to work on your skills. You need to learn to push your limits further. It shouldn't be me and the other mistresses doing that for you. Embrace your wildest desires and let go. Explore them push past your limits."

Stepping away from Christina, Maitland walked over to the table to fetch a particular item. Christina closed her eyes briefly and reopened them when she heard the stomping boots approaching her again. In both hands, Maitland held a plastic double-sided dildo. The color was translucent purple. Scratch marks and bite marks told the story of how thoroughly this sturdy device had been used in the past. The length was clearly more than the length of a ruler. Twenty inches? More than that? Christina was unsure of the exact measurement and didn't want to begin asking pointless questions.

"This is going in your mouth."

Without uttering a single word, Christina opened her mouth wide. Maitland jammed the dildo beyond her lips, studying Christina's response. The panicked tension was avoided, and she took several inches down her throat. As her eyes watered, Christina opened them wider and embraced the blurry vision as her sight drifted to the fluorescent lamps embedded into the ceiling above. Pushing further down, Maitland slowed the pace. The collar hid the bulging movement of Christina's throat muscles widening. Closing her eyes, Christina concentrated on sucking the toy without using her teeth. Wetness formed on her pink vulva lips. If her hands were not fettered to the cross, she would've been pleasuring herself. Maitland jerked the dildo, causing the back of Christina's head to hit the cross with an audible thud. The light pain only made Christina want to suck harder. She slurped loudly as the streams of tears ran down her face. She welcomed this challenge, not intimidated by the idea of getting face-fucked by a plastic toy. Maitland jerked it around again, and Christina's head bounced against the cross a second time. Her head jerked as she met the push.

Maitland quit pushing the dildo as Christina took control. With only the movement of her head, she desperately sucked as much as she possibly could. Maitland withdrew a few inches, offering some relief. Christina tried to wrap her tongue around it. The thickness of the dildo widened her mouth further. She was already thinking about how this toy could stretch her asshole or pussy. Moving her head again, Christina pushed more of the dildo into her mouth and made an effort not to bite. She refused to be just another whore who bit down on this toy, knowing that would displease her mistress. As Maitland jammed more of the dildo down her throat, Christina surrendered all movement. The back of her head gently rubbed against the cross as she loudly slobbered on the toy. Streams of saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth and lower lip. The lines ran down her neck, flowing to her enormous boobs. Maitland pulled the dildo back, watching Christina's throat muscles move, and then she jammed it down yet again. As Christina's eyes opened wide, she gazed at the ceiling and held herself firmly. Toes curling, fingers balling into fists.

She so desperately wanted to touch herself. A finger or two wouldn't be enough. Her mind was already made up on what she would be shoving into her cunt if her hands were freed. The chains rattled, keeping her wrists in place. As Maitland pulled back, she kept around seven or eight inches of the dildo firmly in Christina's mouth. This gave her more room to bob her head. Christina started sucking slowly. Her eyes closed as she aggressively moved up and down. At the moment where she found a rhythm, Maitland abruptly snatched the plastic cock out of Christina's mouth. Gasping for air, she coughed and gagged before hacking up a wad of saliva. A string dripped from her lower lip until Christina flicked her tongue and ejected a thick wad onto the concrete floor. It landed an inch away from Maitland's right boot by complete accident. Christina did not intend to spit so close to her. The mistress responded by leaning down and unlocking Christina's wrists from the cross. The left cuff was undone first, then the right. Holding still, Christina knew that a spoken apology would not suffice. As soon as her hands were free, she quickly leaned down and pressed her body against the cold floor.

In a race against time, Christina made the best effort she could to lick up her own spit before Maitland could order her to. She gazed at the bubbling drool and parted her lips. Without a care of her tongue collecting any dirt, Christina licked up her own spit and began to swiftly swallow it all. What she could not see was the expression on Maitland's face as she towered over her slave. The mistress raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed at this sudden display of respect and correction. No compliment came. The real reward for this obedience was the freedom of her hands without a boot pressing down on her face. Christina kept her face against the floor after she finished licking. She expected Maitland to punish her for the mistake. The mistress stepped over the slave, as if Christina were a piece of human furniture on the floor. Back at the table, she returned the wet dildo to where it previously sat. Maitland grabbed a different one. Slightly skinnier and a more flexible double-ended rubber toy. She smiled to herself, thinking of the naughty possibilities to push Christina over the edge. Glancing across her shoulder, she was pleased to see the slave remained in the same position and had yet to move.

"Stay right there where you belong."

That was all she had to say. No acknowledgement of Christina correcting her mistake. No praise whatsoever for the oral efforts. Maitland's style was uncompromising, rooted completely in pushing the limits of a slave's sexual skills to the highest possible level. Christina did not reply in words, only in actions as she lay there. Her knees pressed against the hard floor. Uncomfortable, but still bearable. Maitland stood to Christina's left, knowing that she would turn her head and glance out of curiosity to witness the newly chosen toy.

"Look at this, whore."

Revealing the toy, she studied Christina's expression. Similar to the other dildos she had used, this one was also translucent. An amber, slightly yellowish tint. No biting marks or scratches were visible. The toy was new and had never been used before. Using both hands, Maitland bent it into the shape of a horseshoe.

"Do you know what this will be used for?"

"My pussy and ass? At the same time?"

"Right on both counts. Get up. Stand properly on all fours with your neck straight and ass low."

Maitland laid her intentions bare. Christina was preparing for a lustful onslaught that would push her limits again. Exhaling a deep breath, she assumed the position on her hands and knees. Her massive breasts swayed, nipples brushing against the floor below. Slightly spreading her legs, she straightened her neck.

"After what you did last night in that cage, I assume you're ready to take this."

"Give it to me, Mistress."

"Oh, so eager. I like to see that from a slut. You still want more after everything I put you through last night."

Grinning to herself, Maitland began by sliding one end of the toy down the crack of Christina's ass. The slave's height wasn't low enough for her mistress's approval. Maitland remedied that problem by planting her left boot on Christina's back.

"I said ass low."

As Maitland pushed her foot down, Christina grumbled slightly. Her lips pursed to prevent any more unwanted sounds. The last thing she wanted to do was annoy her mistress with subtle noises. Her breasts rubbed against the floor. Soon enough, she would be screaming her lungs out during a real test of pleasure. Maitland removed her foot from Christina's back and slid one end of the toy down the crack of her ass. Closing her eyes for a moment, Christina quietly sighed. If only she could talk, she would undoubtedly be begging to feel something in her ass. The length of the toy would make it easy to push deep. She felt it push in and let out a low moan.

"Ohhhhhhhhh... Mmmmmmmmm..."

Christina bit her lower lip, changing the pitch of her moans to a lower tone. Maitland twisted the toy, sinking it deeper into her ass. For every inch she pushed, Christina hissed and bit her lip harder. Maitland gritted her teeth, enjoying this reaction from the slave. The other end of the dildo pressed against Christina's moist vulva and then slid inside. Closing her eyes again, Christina quietly embraced this moment of double penetration. It was nothing she couldn't handle. Her own training had pushed her to this point. If not for the toys, Christina would've been more than eager to stuff her own fist into her cunt. Maybe she would get the chance to do that for the second consecutive day. Maitland's knee brushed the floor as she leaned down further to push the toy further inside Christina. Without being ordered, Christina lowered her right hand and did it herself. The mistress huffed at first. Her irritation became joyful as she witnessed Christina pushing it all the way in herself.

"Oh... you wanted that."

If Maitland was taunting her, Christina ignored the possible bait by not responding. So long as she maintained herself in the same position, Christina believed that she was free of any potential punishment. She pressed her hand back in place where it belonged on the floor to create the position. Maitland took a few steps closer, gazing at the slave with her hands on her hips. She subtly inspected Christina before marching back to the table behind the cross. She grabbed a long chain and then marched her way back to Christina. Maitland reached down and hooked the chain into Christina's collar by the metal ring. Now that the slave was properly leashed, Maitland moved behind her and yanked the chain. Christina gritted her teeth, snarling as she was pulled into a sitting position that pushed every last inch of the double-sided toy into her pussy and ass simultaneously.

"FUCK!! OHHHHHHHHH!!"

Maitland grinned at the expression across Christina's face. The round middle part of the toy prevented Christina from sitting firmly on her buttocks. Christina was not concerned at all about her mistress. She was focused entirely on the toy between her thighs. Snarling loudly, she began to grind her hips to work it back and forth.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"

She did not interrupt this odd movement. Maitland was amused to some extent to see the way Christina was grinding her hips. A brief smile faded within seconds as she shook her head to hold back a laugh.

"What is that supposed to be? Are you trying to hump the floor?"

Once again, Christina avoided replying. She did not care even if Maitland would punish her actions. She wanted her holes filled, and the wish came in the form of a double-sided toy. Despite Maitland's scolding questions, she did not stop Christina. Holding the chain with her right hand, she watched the links dangle. Christina had the freedom to pleasure herself in this short window of time. When Maitland tugged the chain, her eyes focused on her, and she screamed.

"MISTRESS!!"

"Mistress, what!? Speak up!"

"GIVE ME A COMMAND, MISTRESS!!"

All of her thoughts were focused on pleasure and obeying the supreme word of her mistress. Maitland was impressed but refused to show that to Christina. She quickly moved behind the cross, tugging the chain to pull Christina back against the wood. Her ass slid against the dry concrete floor. When she felt the wooden cross rubbing against her back, Christina quickly shifted her knees back into the kneeling position. Her arms rose, and she moved them back into the restraints. With no words spoken, Christina acted on pure instinct. She easily guessed that her mistress wanted her bound again. The right wrist was shackled first, then the left hand. Cuffed to the cross for a second time, Christina found it easier to roll her hips and move the toy inside her. Maitland seemed hesitant to voice a direct order. Christina was completely unsure of her mistresses' intentions.

"Let's see how much you enjoy being bound while your holes are stuffed."

The chain wrapped around her stomach. The cold metal made Christina gasp. She continued to rock her hips, moving the toy in her holes. Maitland wrapped another layer of the long chain around her stomach. She pulled it underneath her those gigantic tits and wrapped the metal over them. Christina came to realize that Maitland was using the chain as if it were a rope to tie around her body. The links tightened, rubbing against her pale skin. She lifted her head and let out a sharp moan.

"This is your cross to bear, whore!"

Another wrap around squeezed her skin. When this was all over, Christina's skin would be decorated in the pattern of chain links like sacred runes. Another line ran above her breasts, slightly below her neck. Maitland pulled the chain tightly, squeezing Christina's tits between it. She squealed before gritting her teeth and growling loudly.

"That's what I want to hear! You were growling so loud last night, I know every slut in the room heard you. Let me hear you! Louder!"

Closing her eyes briefly, Christina struggled to move her hips. The chain wrapped around her body and the cross post, squeezing her chest. Maitland curled the last links around the tip of the cross, constricting Christina's body tightly against it. With her tits fully exposed, Maitland noticed the hardened nipples. She licked her lips and leaned in, pinching them with both hands. Her eyes were set upon Christina's face as she pulled her tights and made them shake.

"FUCK!! OHHHHHHHH!! GOD!!"

"You want more?"

"YES, MISTRESS!!"

"Do you want some nipple clamps?"

"YES, PLEASE!! USE THEM ON ME!!"

Maitland pranced her way back to the table, swaying her hips. Despite the chain wrapping around her body, Christina wasn't going to let it prevent her from working the toy inside her. She continued to roll her hips, trying everything in her power to move the toy while restrained. It became impossible due to the tightness of the wrapped chain. Maitaland returned with a set of gold nipple clamps with a short chain connecting them. She faced Christina, squatting on the floor. Two fingers pulled apart one clamp, and then she slid it to grip the left nipple. As Christina squealed, Maitland grinned.

"Oh, yes. Scream for me a little bit louder. Do some more of those growling noises. I love listening to you do that."

Christina obliged with a guttural scream that made Maitland loudly laugh. She leaned closer, laughing in her face as the next grueling growl came out. Maitland chuckled again and pulled at the nipple clamp. Her other hand squeezed Christina's free tit. Sliding it closer, she applied the nipple clamp. Christina gritted her teeth and hissed loudly. Maitland mocked her by making the same facial expression, baring all teeth in her face. The chain connected to the clamps pulled her tits together more closely. Christina had completely stopped trying to move the toy inside her holes. Maitland slid her hand between Christina's thighs and curled her index finger around the rubber device. Instead of fucking Christina with it, she carefully pulled it out of both holes. Freedom from the toy caused Christina to whimper and pout. From that, Maitland knew she wanted the toy. She grinned, teasing the slave as she lifted it closer. Bending the toy back into a straightened line, Maitland fed the end that was previously up Christina's ass to her lips.

A flick of the tongue followed her lips parting, eager to take this side first. Going from ass to mouth, Christina squeezed her lips around the dildo and sucked hard. 'Mmmmmmmm,' the muffled moan followed as Maitland twisted the toy into her mouth. At any moment now, Christina expected an aggressive thrust down her throat. The moment came seconds later, and Christina met it by bobbing her head forward. Once again, she met Maitland's challenge and took on more of the dildo. It thrust back and forth between her lips. Her tongue slid across the hard celluloid object, lips squeezing tightly around it. Maitland continued to thrust it, but not at the faster pace she used earlier. She chose an alternate strategy for pushing Christina over the edge. The nipple clamps served as a way to test her arousal. As Christina sucked the dildo. Maitland tugged the small chain with her index finger. She pulled ever so slightly as Christina closed her eyes and gagged all over the toy. Her huge boobs jiggled in the slightest motion. A harder tug of the nipples came next, testing Christina's resolve to bite down on the dildo. The reaction was avoided. Only Christina's pressed against it. Maitland withdrew the dildo with a loud pop.

"You like tasting your own ass on this dildo, slut?"

"Yes. Ohhhhh, yes. I love it."

Christina sighed, breathing heavily as she pouted. Her annoyed gestures finally earned a sincere smile from her mistress.

"I know you're wet. I bet you wish that I would use my fingers on you. Is that what you want, whore? Do you want me to shove a finger or two in your pussy?"

Gazing into Maitland's deep blue eyes, Christina bared her teeth. She swallowed and then spat out an unthinkable statement at her mistress.

"I don't want just your fingers. That's not enough. Use your whole fucking fist on me. Do it just like I had last night."

Maitland's lower lip fell in utter shock. Christina's desires had evolved. Fisting brought something out of her that she wanted more of. The dildo fell from her grasp, hitting the floor with a low sound. She hid her emotions behind a devious expression while twisting her right hand fingers into a tight fist.

"Wish granted!"

Christina gasped, eagerly anticipating the moment. After she fisted herself last night in front of all the other slaves, she couldn't resist this rough temptation. The double-edged toy wasn't enough to satisfy her. It could've possibly done the job at another time, but not after the experiences Christina received in this dungeon. The more, the better. The small chain connecting her nipples dangled as Maitland pressed her knuckles against the wet folds.

"Scream for me! Scream, slut!"

Eyes widening, teeth clenched and body bound. Christina roared a thunderous growl into Maitland's face as she felt the hand stretching her vulva for the second time in a matter of a day's time. This was no longer a challenge. Christina wanted this for her own sake.

"FUCK!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!"

The hand pushed in, and Maitland twisted her wrist while tightening her fingers into a fistful of cunt. Christina screamed again. Harsh, raspy growls echoed in the room, barking directly at Maitland's face. Their eyes connected again, and then Maitland reached out with her left hand. She reached for Christina's face, using two fingers to open her mouth into an 'O' shape. Unable to grit her teeth, Christina moaned again at the fist moving inside her. The sounds of her screams became incoherent, higher pitched, and piercing through Maitland's ears. She squeezed Christina's face harder, keeping her lips parted all while working her fist. Back and forth, she twisted and turned. Christina shook, dangling from the restraints binding her to the cross. Maitland let go of her face and then pulled at the small chain holding the nipple clamps.

"FUCKKKKK!! OHHHHHHHHH!!"

To the left, then to the right and back to the left again. Maitland twisted and turned her fist slowly. Christina only wished she could witness how deep her mistress made it. As she tried to gaze down, Maitland tugged the nipple clamps' chain again as Christina raised her head. Gazing into the white lights above. Maitland was proud of this display. A Hollywood star cuffed to the cross and bound tightly by a chain wrapped around her buxom body. All the pride and arrogance Christina carried with her large chest were received by the nipple clamps holding them together. Maitland tugged them again as Christina snarled and growled as her body tensed up. There was no warning, and she didn't try to hold back her orgasm. Maitland grinned and gasped in surprise as she felt Christina's cum drenching her hand from inside. Every scream Christina hollered was undoubtedly heard from outside the locked room. Maitland was pleased as she slipped her hand out of Christina's cunt. Raising her fist, Maitland relaxed her hand.

Christina was out of breath, unable to pant or move due to the chain wrapped around her. She and Maitland both gazed at the shining liquid layer that coated Maitland's pale fingers. Three thin lines trailed down her forearm, visible to Christina's eyes. An unforgettable sight to behold, witnessing her own cum splattered across a powerful woman's delicate hand. Maitland raised her hand above her lips and parted her lips. Not a word was spoken as she licked her hand clean of Christina's cum. Her left hand moved away from the chain between Christina's tits, leaving them clamped for now. The room fell to a quiet standstill with only the faint sound of breathing. A rare moment shared between mistress and slave. In silence, Maitland created a bond with Christina while licking her pinky finger clean. This was a gift for a slave to watch her mistress licking her cum. There was no other woman in the dungeon Christina would've wanted to taste her bodily juices. Beyond all the hostilities that came through training, there was a mutual respect underneath it all. Maitland was pleased. Progress had been made.

TO BE CONTINUED