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While she was washing up, he fondled her breast and pinched the nipple, pushing her to growl “fuck you” and try running away. She made it one step before he caught her, of course, and thirty seconds later she was face-down with his knee digging into the small of her back and his instrument of pain raining hell on the skin of her backside. When finished, he let her lay in the fetal position, sobbing, and took his time binding and gagging her. The man demanded to be referred to as “master” and, even blonde more nauseating, addressed as “daddy”. Calling him anything other than a long string of curses took every bit of willpower, but it was obvious that agitating him would only make things worse. After a Friday night and full Saturday of sadistic torture, she decided to just go through the motions of this sick game, hoping it would create the illusion of docility and present an opportunity for escape once her captors let their guard down. Doing whatever he said seemed like a good place to start, so she pressed on. Megan could bend over, but her hands couldn’t reach more than 12 inches past her torso; her “master” had ensured that when he shackled them to the harness. She was forced to squat as low as possible just to pick the towels up from the floor, and hanging them back on the towel rack proved to be a whole other burden. It was incredibly frustrating how difficult such simple tasks had become. Prior to this hellish weekend, she had been a dean’s list student who successfully balanced a 12-credit semester with a job as a sales associate. Suddenly, she was hardly able to do the basic house work that her “masters” forced, with both hands and feet restrained, and beaten if anything went wrong. On top of that, her boyfriend Austin and best friend Gabby were getting similar treatment in some other wing of the mansion. She hadn’t seen them since afternoon of the day before, when all three of them were tied teen up, gagged and tormented in the living room for several hours before being hauled off to separate corners of the property for further abuse. Their captors kept referring to it as “training”, though none of the unfortunate victims could have fathomed what kind of nightmarish future they were being trained for. The thought of her friends being hurt made her want to cry, as did looking into the bathroom mirror and being reminded of her new reality as somebody’s prisoner. Bondage gear she had only seen in internet amateur porn and a few adult boutiques was now gripping her ankles, waist, wrists and neck in the form of black, padded cuffs with silver rings that were connected by chains. Whereas the collar was clasped around her neck purely out of cruelty, the ball gag served the function of keeping her quiet. She hated Big Boobs both how it looked and how it felt; the way the sphere forced her cheeks to puff out was degrading, and the material was quite uncomfortable on her jaw. Except for the thin area covered by lace panties, her lower body was naked and exposed for anyone to see, including her bare butt and the injuries it bore. She still wore her aqua-green sorority t-shirt, which spared her the discomfort of being completely topless in front of her captors and now sported an embarrassing saliva stain around the neckline. Being unable to control her drooling was another thing she hated about the gag, besides the obvious part about being unable to speak. This visual aid strengthened her resolve to get the hell out of there no matter what it took, but in the meantime all she could do was avoid punishment. The toilet didn’t need any attention, which gave Megan some much-needed relief, but everything else did. She straightened the floor mats with her toes, awkwardly tossed one towel back onto the rack, organized all the grooming products masturbation scattered around the sink, then used another dropped towel to dab up the puddles left on the counter. Master walked in just as she was finishing, presumably done with his breakfast. He was a fairly muscular man of about six feet, with sandy brown hair and a square face that helped him qualify as exceptionally attractive in the everyday world, though the enslaved people exposed to his true personality would have begged to differ. I stand to stare out the large dining room window, seeing the shadows of the streetlights fall on the neighbor's car. She stood up and got real close to him. Then she went inside. She was pinned to the wall and as the lift started to descend, Toby leaned in and kissed her. Fortunately for me , the look Big Boobs and feel of Freddy's balls turned me on much more than his dick did. I wasted no time. I could only get about half of him in my mouth. Her moans started to get louder, saying, “You are wonderful Vally.” Will we have juice, water, blonde masturbation coffee, and pastries?” I ask. I never see you hang out with him." The more inexperienced boy fell for it easily, and over committed on his parry, leaving his entire midsection exposed. I hear and obey my hot tamale.” And at that he began to make out with her being careful to not go too far and bring out the ever present guest of honor. Their father was home. They are perfect. “She’s pretty enough but not exceptional. She was wearing a short skirt and a white blouse that showed her bra through it. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a pair of strong hands. Her hand slid down to cup my as like she owned it. This time Chloe was more relaxed and slowly walked over to the pool. We hadn’t heard them return. Without a single word and without teen a second to object her head moved from Ashley’s pussy and her mouth came crashing down onto my cock, ‘slurrrrp’. Then, she speaks: The inside was not the seedy sex dungeon she had expected. She is your sister and loves you with all that she is and would do anything to make amateur you better, we are going to bring you home with us to get you better. “Welcome, and thanks for coming,” Lita said. “Don’t worry though, I’ve got a spare board you can use, you don’t have to buy a new one. Are you ready to take me home?