A teenage girl is tricked into a life of slavery and is sold as a plaything to a rich old man.
The first thought into her mind as she was was the pain in her rear. It hadn't gotten any better, if anything it hurt more now. Then she was aware of her position. Her face was pushed up underneath Raven's breast and she was pinned against her by Harold's great frame as he hugged raven. She was almost bent double and could only just manage to breath but she didn't dare move and risk waking them. She thought over the night before and what she had seen, what they did to that poor girl and how it could have been her if she hadn't done as she was told. She thought about how much it had hurt when Sir had forced his way into her rear and how much worse it must have been for that girl. About the twins she had seen in the basement and how they had been cooked alive, treated worse than animals. About the girls she had seen in the crowd, how they were tossed aside when spent and left on the floor like rubbish. Left for staff to pick up and cart away. And for what? Their entertainment? They saw their suffering and it was funny to them. They weren't just not bothered by it, they liked to see it, they wanted it worse. And this was her world now. She knew what was expected of her as a toy, it wasn't that bad. She had done it all now. There would be more things she had to do sure but she could handle that. It wouldn't be that hard, and she was good at being a sex toy. They kept telling her she was good. She had always been good at doing what she was told. She would be the best sex toy ever. That way she wouldn't end up on that stage.
Harold began to stir and she felt him roll off of her and onto his back.
"Twenty-Three! I need to piss. Come get your last drink."
The redhead crawled from the bottom of the bed and took his flaccid member in her mouth. Putting his hands behind his head he let out a great sigh and Brooklyn watched as the girl drank down all he gave her. With a practised smile she wiped her mouth and said meekly, "Thank you Sir". Brooklyn could still see the fear and sadness on her face. This girl who had seemed so used to this life. Who hadn't seemed fazed by the show last night. But sending her to the farm? That was somehow worse. Of course she knew what the farm was from the name and everything that was said but she didn't want to know. But she wouldn't get uppity, she knew what she was.
"Come and suck it Twenty-Eight."
As she tried to pull her arm free she felt Raven shift and free her. Then she rolled over and shifted down laying against his legs, she took him in her hands and started to work his shaft. As it hardened she readied herself for the task this was her now. This is what she was for. As she took him into her mouth and he groaned, Raven rolled over and gave him a deep passionate kiss.
"Good morning my love."
Then patting him on the chest she looked down at Brooklyn.
"I don't know how you have anything left in you after last night."With a smile he replied, "A blow job from your newest fuck toy is the best way to start the day". Then he reached down and pushed her head all the way down, making her gag.
"Well I'm going to have a shower and get Twenty-Three ready for shipping."With that she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and rolled off of the bed. As she walked over to the bathroom she beckoned to the redhead for her to follow. Getting off the bed and following you could see her sadness in the way she held herself. Gone was the graceful confident glide and now her body just sort of hung there as her legs propelled her to her fate.
Brooklyn busied herself with her task, trying her best to coordinate her mouth and hand movements listening to Sir's moans So she could get better at her job. She wanted to be his new favourite, that seemed like the safest spot.Raven came out of the bathroom wearing a silk robe with the redhead following and walked over to the wall with the stage and toys. Picking up a lead she attached it to Twenty-Three's collar and made for the door, she turned round to say, "I'll get this one boxed up and then see you down at breakfast". As the door closed his body tensed and grabbing her by the head he forced her down as he filled her throat. She tried her best to swallow it all and not gag but it still sprayed from her lips. As he let her go she sat up and thinking back to Twenty-Three she wiped her mouth and gave a, "Thank you Sir", and forced a smile."Good little fuck toy, you need to keep trying and you'll do ok."Rolling off of the bed and walking to the bathroom he clicked his fingers and pointed behind him for her to follow. She moved quickly at his command and sprang off the bed to catch up to him. It was the same perfect white open space from the lodge that first night, only a little bigger maybe. It followed the same routine as her first morning, him sitting down and emptying himself. Her washing him after and being left to clean herself while he dressed. These moments alone in the shower were the only times she even began to feel normal again. Like the water was washing her mind of what had happened the night before. Like it all might have been a terrible dream and she'd step out and be back home. This time she put the towel back on the rack rather than cover her body, and with a deep breath walked back into his room and her new hell.
He was sitting on the bed fully dressed, putting on his watch and fiddling with his cuffs. She stood in front of him and waited. He stood and picked up the lead sitting next to him, walked over to Brooklyn and attached the lead to her collar. Then pulling her over to one of the bed posts with the new girls bound to it he pushed her against the girl and tied off the lead.
"Now wait here and one of the staff will come and put you away in a bit. Oh and while you're here I want you to play with this girl. Rub her body and masturbate her. Imagine I'm in bed and you're putting on a show for me. I'll look over the cameras later so I'll know if you did."And with that he left her there tied to another girl in his bedroom. She looked at the lead and how it wasn't even in a knot she could just undo it and run. But she pushed the idea from her mind. He didn't need to tie here, where would she run? She looked down at the girl she was tied to and over to the other post and girl. She looked back to the bed where he would have been laid and then looked around for any cameras. She couldn't see any but he didn't look like the sort that would cheap out on big bulky ones. Looking back at the girl it was obvious she was crying inside her hood, from the way her body was shaking. Although she could barely make out any sound through the gag and leather encasing her head.
She whispered, "I'm sorry I have to do this you'll understand later. It's not so bad when you get used to it here."She reached out and started to rub the girl's breasts. Thinking about how it would look for him, she turned so she was showing herself to the space where he would have been. She ran her hands over the girl's body like she was displaying a prize on an old game show. The girl started to sob even harder.
"Shhh it's ok I'm going to be gentle and it'll feel good I promise."She desperately wanted to make this poor girl feel better. She moved her hand down to her mound and started to rub it while playing with one of her nipples. As she rubbed her mound first her middle finger slipped between the moistening lips. Then another, soon she had three fingers running up and down this crying girl's slit as she played with her nipple. Eventually as she worked on her she felt the girl starting to rock in to meet her hand.
"That's it, you're a good girl. If you're a good girl you'll be safe."Brooklyn was starting to get a bit breathless herself and was rubbing against the girl to try and get some pleasure herself.
It didn't take much more of them grinding together before the girl shuddered and went limp. Brooklyn pulled her hand out and looked around for somewhere to clean it, before realising she couldn't move to anything even if she saw it. She lifted her sime covered hand to her mouth and licked it clean.
She stood there next to the girl she had forced to orgasm for what felt like hours before someone came to collect her. It was the older of the Miss' in the red collar. She didn't say a word, just walked over, put a hood over Brooklyn's head and took her out by the lead. She could hear the bustle of the house as the guests and their slaves were leaving. As she was blindly led down another set of stairs she recognised the feeling and smell of the gun room and heard the safe door being opened. She could feel the oppressive quiet as she was led deeper under the house. Once the final door was closed and locked Miss pulled off Brooklyn's hood and lead. She was in the corridor between the lounge and gym.
"Sir said you were a good fuck toy last night and he wants you to have some lounge time as a treat. There's an Xbox, TV with movies, lots of toys, and a snack bar. I suggest you limit yourself with the snack bar, getting fat is the quickest way to end up under Cooks knife. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss."And with that she opened the door and gestured for Brooklyn to enter. Compared to the industrial feeling of the rest of the dungeon this room felt light, airy, and modern. It was filled with large comfy sofas and beanbags, all different colours.
"I'll knock to give you a 10 minute warning before I come and get you."
And she closed the door.Brooklyn explored the room. It could have been any common room at a nice school or workplace, except for the wall of dildos and vibrators. She walked over to the table of snacks. There was a cereal dispenser and a whole rack of chocolate bars and a fridge filled with drinks. She made herself a bowl of cereal and sat down. Turning on the TV she saw a list of different media they had, TV shows, movies, the game console, porn. She looked around and her curiosity getting the better of her she ***********ed porn. This brought up a listing of numbers and faces. Some of the numbers were repeated but with different faces. When she got down to Twenty-Eight, she saw her own face. I was from one of the swimsuit photo's 'Zack' had taken. She opened it. There were three files, First night, First Bath, and Party Night. She opened the first and saw the same camera angle of the lodge that had been in the girl from last night's video, but it was her. She watched as she knelt when told, as she stripped for him. She watched as he led her to the bedroom and it cut to a new view. She watched as she came with his touch. She felt shame. That was all it took for her to become his whore, a few words. She was worthless.
She exited out from the video and opened the second one. It was of all the girls in the bath after exercise yesterday. He had cameras in there too. He probably had cameras in here.
As she exited that video she saw a new file had been added, The morning After. She opened it and it was a video of her pleasuring the new girl. It was shot from above the bed looking down at her. She started to cry. She was a monster. She had molested that poor girl. He had used her to hurt her and she had done it willingly. It didn't matter if she was trying to be a good toy or not she was his to use and there was nothing she could do about it.
Closing out of the porn category she opened the TV shows and clicked The Simpsons. She laid there as the familiar sound of her now lost childhood played in her head and cried for what she had become.
Some time later she heard a knock on the door and knew that it was time to go back in her cage and start it all over again the next day, and everyday until she ended up in the kitchen or on the farm.
That's all she was now.
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