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Slave bitch-pig609. My Story (V)

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on: June 25, 2019, 12:04:59 PM
That weekend I really realized what my boyfriend was up to, and what my destiny was. I could have run away from all that. I still could have done it. The things I had lost, my family, my friends, my career, I could still get them back. But the truth is, I was beginning to lose my sense of reality. I felt like I was in a dream. I tried to think about everything that had happened while I lay on my cot all dirty and aching because of what they had done to me the day before. Yesterday, a guy I totally didn't know beat me up and fucked me in the mouth.  The day before yesterday, another guy had dragged me around his house with his cipote inserted in my ass, and then pissed on me. I had been groped, insulted, beaten and fucked. And all with the consent and collaboration of my boyfriend.



He was actually instructing me to do that. I wanted that to be my future condition. My destiny. To be a slave in the broadest sense of the word. But he loved me, even if he never told me. I'd be safe with him. I could live with him a life full of fantasies and adventures. I could be a humiliated bitch, but with the security of always having my male around, who would protect me and take care of me. I'd make my fantasies come true while living happily with him. In the end, it wasn't exactly like that. We have both achieved our goals in life, although the results have been quite different from what I originally imagined.







The week started off without any surprises. I felt safe at my boyfriend's house. He would go out early and let me sleep, except when he woke up wanting to pee. But after I pissed, he would send me back to my cot, and I could sleep late. My duties were limited to household chores, which were not few, but I was already used to doing them, because at home I always helped my mother.



Ever since I lived with him, he'd set me a set of rules I had to follow. Nothing too complicated, because he did not like too much relationships with complicated routines and rituals. There was only one basic rule: I had to obey blindly. My delivery had to be total. No objections, no limits. He would naturally instill in me my behavioural patterns by slapping, shouting, insulting, humiliating and punishing me. I wouldn't need any long list of obligations written on paper, which I had to memorize. He'd see to it that he learns by practice, which is the best way, as he said. The rules I had begun to instill in myself were: I had to permanently carry a dildo on my ass that kept me open, kneel every time I came home and kiss his feet, his package and his anus, in that order. In principle that was all, although I would progressively change or expand my patterns of behavior.



There followed many weekends of delivery to males of all conditions. He continued with his criterion of not selecting among those who wrote and not putting conditions other than that of being present.



Honestly, there was everything. From profiteers who only wanted to have an easy fuck, to real depraved ones with whom I suffered the most abject humiliations that one, until then innocent girl, could endure.  From cultured, well-dressed men to ragged, ignorant tigers.  Handsome and ugly, fat and thin, students, engineers, workers. Impotent and addicted to sex and filth. Everything fit in the body of this swallowing pig. But I suppose that if this story is being written for the enjoyment of those who read it and for my shame and humiliation, the distinguished readers will want examples and details of those first uses to which I was subjected.



Well, among the first to use and abuse this slave was a gentleman who really inspired a lot of confidence in me in principle.  It was different from the first to benefit this body. He took an interest in me in a special way. It wasn't just a delivery of fucking meat. We had a conversation, in which he asked me about my feelings and my own tastes. He seemed very nice. He preferred that the contact be made first in a central cafeteria in the city, where we spoke at length. My boyfriend introduced me as usual: -This is the whore. From this moment on he is at your service, Sergio - that was his name.



-Hello precious, what's your name? -I looked at my boyfriend, disconcerted. He nodded, as if giving me permission to speak openly," I said, "Mary, sir. -Well, a nice name. But sit down. He took me by the arm and kissed me on the cheek. -I blushed, it was the last thing I expected from whoever was supposed to abuse me in the next few hours. - Do you want a drink? Maybe a cup of coffee? - I looked back at my boyfriend, I didn't know what to answer. -I don't know, as you wish... uh, well, I, whatever you wish, sir-



-A coffee will be fine. With a lot of milk and a lot of sugar-



- Yes, sir, thank you. My boyfriend took it upon himself to call the waiter and order while Sergio was talking to me.



- I like the way you're dressed, Maria-



The clothes were chosen by my nov...my Master, sir. He always decides how I'm going to dress- Indeed, that Friday, my boyfriend had dressed me in a long skirt crossed in front, black panties, yes, opened by my holes. She wasn't wearing panties. Black high-heeled shoes, a white blouse, a black bra with the nipple area cut out, and a jacket that allowed me to hide the transparency of black under white. I was wearing a ponytail picking up my hair, and the makeup wasn't very bold. I didn't know it then, but those were the clothes that Sergio himself had chosen for me.   



Maria, your boyfriend has told me that you are being instructed in prostitution- That way of speaking made me feel a little embarrassed because I was being too polite. His authentic gentleman appearance inspired confidence in me, and at the same time I was ashamed because it made me feel even lower than him, with that respectable appearance of an educated gentleman.



Yes, sir, well, he instructs me for my degradation as a woman. You want me to be a total slave, sir... a pig. Sorry, that's how he wants me to talk. He wants my language to be vulgar-



Oh, don't worry about it, I don't mind you talking like that, in fact, it stimulates me. But you'll understand that I'm an educated person who doesn't use dirty words. I understand that your condition as a vulgar whore forces you to express yourself in a vulgar way. Do they often make love to you, Mary? - Yes.



I get fucked habitually, sir. My three holes are available to any male who requests it from my Master. As a whore, I try to please the rabbits, sir. It's my duty. And as a slave, I agree to be treated in any way-



In a humiliating way, that's what you mean--



Either way, sir. My master considers me a sack of shit, with no right but to beg. You can treat me any way you want.    You can fuck me, you can hit me, or you can pee on me, or you can treat me like a piece of furniture, an object, a sink, a urinal, or just like a mop. I can be your ashtray, or polish your shoes with my slime, or mouth saliva.



Drink your coffee - it had just been served. He drank a whisky combo, and my boyfriend drank a whiskey alone on a lot of ice, as usual.    -Would you like some water, miss?" asked the waiter. "That's all right, thank you," answered my boyfriend, without letting me speak. I smiled at the waiter, "Hey, bitch, pick up," my boyfriend told me. Don't look at the waiter again, do you think you're the queen of England, furcia? He said to me while he beat me lightly with the back of his hand in my mouth. Drink that now, you stupid whore... No! don't put the sugar in it. That's the way it is. Swallow your coffee and attend to the Lord, who wants to ask you more questions. 



Don't worry about me, I like to watch her over her coffee. I'll take some time if you don't mind," said Sergio, as he slid his hand under my skirt and gently stroked my thighs, "I instinctively opened my legs to facilitate the inspection, although he didn't go any further.



Go on with your coffee, Maria-



Yes, sir, thank you. They started chatting. My boyfriend treated him with a lot of respect. That surprised me a little. I guess Sergio impressed him as much as he impressed me. Such a handsome man, really handsome. His hands were large, and his voice was calm and deep, both very warm. The comforting coffee, though bitter, made me feel at ease in that pleasant cafeteria. There weren't many people at that time. It would be about seven o'clock in the afternoon. They kept talking, about me, of course.



Mary receives without difficulty thick limbs for her anus, Andrew - that is the name of my then groom, now horned and humiliated husband. I didn't mention it before, I guess out of modesty.        Remembering those days, it's strange to remember his name.        Actually my Amos don't call him by his name either. They treat him with real contempt. He has no sexual use for them, who are real Males. They only use him as a servant, and eventually they deliver him with me for special sessions, as a joint package. Submissive couples are highly sought after by some vicious people.



His asshole gets cipotes of almost any thickness, Sergio. The whore suffers sometimes, when the tails are fat, although I keep that hole well lubricated always. I also use a dildo or plug that I wear almost permanently to keep it open.



You're wearing it now?



No, when I deliver it, its holes are free and empty. I only lubricate his ass to allow easy and immediate penetration if the man on duty so wishes. Only if it is the wish of the "friend" that he is going to use it, he plugged a hole in it. In your case, since we haven't said anything about it, I haven't covered his ass.



Okay, I was just curious. Is despotism your permanent attitude to her? Do you always treat her the way you do now?



Oh yes, always. She herself is already convinced that her only use is to serve the male. It has almost no self-esteem as you can see, and is completely surrendered when used. That can only be achieved with continuous psychological pressure. I never treat her with sweetness, nor do I usually condescend to her. I try to humiliate and ridicule her in public whenever I get the chance. That enhances your submission.



Well, I think you're getting good results. Sergio kept stroking my thighs while chatting. That, along with what my ears were hearing, was making me really horny.        He almost inadvertently brought his hand to my crotch and noticed it wet.



I think Mary's excited, Andrew.



As far as I know her, she must be totally out, Sergio. Sergio wiped his hand with a napkin. I was ashamed to have stained him. My slippery vagina doesn't know how to behave in front of polite men. He betrays me all the time with his fluid emission.



Andres, I'd like to check something at the gentlemen's services. If you don't mind, I'll go down with Maria for a little game at the urinals.



Sure, take her, I'll wait here - she ordered me to follow her to the toilets, which were in a basement of the cafeteria, next to another area that at that time was closed to the public. I did it submissively, walking behind him. As I walked, I noticed a wet crotch. I hope there's no one in the gentlemen's services, I thought. When I came down, I noticed Sergio. His magnificent costume marked the lines of his body, strong and proportionate.



Come in, Maria, I want to check some of your reactions. - He introduced me to an inside toilet cabin, where there was a toilet and closed the door. He lifted up my skirt, ordering me to hold it with my hands so that it would not fall, and he began to bruise my basses with his big, strong hands. He rubbed my ass while commenting on his impressions, as if for himself. Good back rooms, yes sir. It's good-raised cattle - several pats on the buttocks to check the consistency of my meat. It's on the inside of my thighs. I opened my legs to make his task easier. - Wow, good, open like this, good. I like the way your vagina is offered with its lips ajar. You lubricate very well, little one. I sense your pre-use excitement. A magnificent specimen-



She moved on to the tits, which were leaned and "kneaded" with great mastery. He discovered my blouse and pulled the bra away. He pulled my nipples hard. It turned me on even more. She nailed her nails to my nipples, which drove me crazy with pleasure and I began to pant lightly.



-Lift up your precious face a little-...zas!!, you slapped me very hard. The tears came to me... zas!, on the other cheek. I started crying weakly. Despite his violence, he did everything with the utmost delicacy. His face remained impassive. Of course it didn't occur to me to ask him why he hit me. I assume that if you feel like it, you're completely free to indulge me.



He caressed my face gently and kissed me on the cheek. In doing so, he licked my tears sweetly. My legs were shaking with excitement, so when he pulled my nipples to make me kneel I fell into a plumb line, leaving my mouth at the height of his package, which looked swollen. He left me like this, pulled down his pants and underwear and turned around, leaning a little forward.



Stick out your tongue and stick it in my anus, honey. I feel a little sweaty and I want you to clean well the oily liquid that impregnates it. -. Submissively I put my head to her buttocks, I put them away with my pig hands and buried my mouth in her precious ass, looking with my dirty tongue for her asshole. Certainly it was sticky, but I licked it and polished it with my tongue, leaving it immaculate. My mouth, however, was dirty and stinking of shit broth. I had pushed my tongue in a little bit, and made sure it was completely clean as far as I could reach with it.



Thanks for grooming me, baby girl. You can get up. Forgive me for not kissing you to thank you for your service, but your mouth stinks quite a bit," he said with a certain irony. I'll lick myself well, to prevent you from smelling my stinky breath as much as possible.



Fix that face, and let's go back upstairs, Andrés will be getting impatient.



 



Back again, my boyfriend asked me what I'd done to him.



-"He rubbed me, he slapped me, and I wiped his ass with my tongue, Master.



-Well, is this stupid bitch to your liking, Sergio? -



-Oh yes, yes. He is a magnificent specimen, although he cries too easily. I don't think you've been given too much soap, am I right?



-Soap?" asked my boyfriend.



-Wood, cane, they haven't ground it much, I say. It's an easy tear-



-Well, I'm sorry Sergio, this filthy pig is sentimental. It's as moist with eyes as it is with pussy. But don't worry, I'm already correcting it-



Disguisedly, my boyfriend came up to me and asked for a kiss. I put my mouth to him, he put his arm around me putting his hand on my face. I submissively offered him my open mouth and my tongue in his, and as a reward he bit my tongue hard, while with his hand he pulled my sideburns hard and pulled out a small tuft from me.



It made blood on my tongue, and I didn't scream like a sow in the slaughterhouse because of the shame of being in a public place. But I couldn't help crying again meekly in the face of that silent but brutal aggression.



-Pp...per...dón, my Master...per...dón Sir, I can't help it...-



-Shut the fuck up and swallow those filthy tears, bitch!" said my boyfriend to console me.



Sergio, who smiled with pleasure, nodded quietly. He brought his hand back to my thighs, but this time he went straight to the chumino soaking his hand in my broths.



-Effectively Andrew!, as wet above as below--



This time it was wiped directly on my stockings, and on my skirt.



-Andres, if you like, we'll leave now. I can't wait to cover this cow--







The rest of the afternoon gave me long orgasms, and with each one I had I felt dirtier and lower. Sergio knew how to attack where it excited me the most and hurt me the most.







He took me to his hotel. My boyfriend took a back seat by agreement between them. When we went up to the room, he stayed in the hall of the suite, because the room was one of those with two floors, with the bedroom upstairs.



With the greatest naturalness, Sergio made me climb the stairs dragging me by the hair, accompanying his action with cuteties of the type: "come up, dirty sow, I'm going to ride you like a vulgar mating cow". Once upstairs he ripped off my clothes, brought me to my knees and plugged his churra into my mouth. I salivated it well to give it more pleasure, and let it penetrate my throat with strong onslaughts. Some tears from the fatigue, but I bore it well. I was getting used to oral rape.



-Mr. Educated" was really hot, because he kept bellowing like a calf, losing all the composure he had shown before. When he felt like it, he pulled me away by hitting me on the head with the palm of his hand, finished undressing and lay on his bed face up. I lay on the ground without daring to move, I saw him do.



-Come here, you slut, nail yourself to this mast...so, well impaled, let yourself fall on it...uffff!...how the baton runs in its sheath...how well it fits...so, so...good sow...excellent. Now your womb is as empty as your brain, but don't worry, it'll soon overflow with my curd... eh furcia?...don't you really like to be nailed, you little nymphomaniac girl?...does your father know that your fiancé will pimp you with anyone, baby girl?...does your mother know that you swallow your tails, bad girl?...sure you did...sure you sucked daddy after school, eh?..- I don't know.



Family humiliation. That was relatively new to me. But like a good bitch, I nodded to everything driven by the madness of my orgasms that continued. -Yes, sir, use this slut. My daddy used to take my pacifier to put my turnip in, sir...my dinner today will be your curds, Master sir...thank you for nailing me sirmmmmgrrr...thank you for plugging into this hole. Give me the chumino, please, make it useless. Beat him with your dick... please don't! -



He unlocked my pussy to nail my asshole. His limb had become colossal, and he had no mercy on my cries...



-Now I'm going to push the shit inside you, see if it comes out through your mouth, you ass-sucking pig! -



-Password, sir, password! Nail me, Lord Master, make me your iron!... like this, like this, assssssí...strong...-



I pulled my hair towards myself so that more and more of his cypote would enter my anus... and I wouldn't stop running. It was the first time I'd ever run up my ass. It was a wonderful feeling. It was as if the clitoris had gotten inside me, and had embedded itself in some indeterminate place in my anus...my taste reached my thighs...and I was shaking all over. Sergio was pulling my sideburns now, as my boyfriend had done, and he was pulling my hair anyway... but this time I liked him to do it, although he also made me cry...



What's the matter, you little bitch?...has the janitor caught you sucking your friends' piss and now he wants to touch your little squeeze?...or he wants to stick his dirty balls down your throat, ehh?!!... -



-Yes, sir, Master, the old janitor wants to do "little things" to me...he threatens me with going to Dad to tell him about the dirty things I do...he wants me to suck his mojino...it's...ñorrgraagg!!!-



Sergio ran, I don't know if with the narrowness of the entrance to my guts, or with the dirty words that my mouth was pronouncing. It was like I had an enema. I felt my belly fill with its milks, or it was my hot perverted mind that thought so. The thing is, when I took it off, I thought I was pissing my ass off. His rennet came out of my anus, mixed with my own shit.



And on seeing him, Mr. Sergio, neither short nor lazy, went to the floor following his trail and licking from the carpet the "slippery" of his own semen. Then he gave me that delicacy by kissing me on the mouth and mixing all those fluids in the particular potty of my boyfriend, that is, my mouth.







He was exhausted by the short, but intense session, and I almost fainted from the taste. He's lying on the bed, and I'm lying on the floor.







After a while my boyfriend came up a little alarmed to see that nothing was heard and we had been up for a long time. We'd both fallen asleep, each in his own place. Sergio in the bed of his suite. I lay on the ground, where I had left another piece of my honor, but with the smile of pleasure achieved, once again at the expense of my own self-destruction as an integrated and respectable person.



My boyfriend woke me up with a rictus of clear concern on his face. I came back to myself, with the sticky aftertaste of rennet mixed with shit in my mouth, but I felt happy again, because I realized that Andres loved me... or at least cared about me. That's enough for this "ojinos cleaner", whose greatest pride is being able to accept truncheon down to the throat without vomiting.







 



It will continue.


 

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