(repost)

The night seemed to go on forever. Master (always Master, never his real name, never again, always Master even in my mind) was true to his word and no one else used me other than him. He did not take me in my arse at all. He called it a "waste of seed". I was more than nervous. My mother had a genetic issue. It was hard as hell for her to get pregnant. It was why I was their only child, and one was all she wanted in the end. Any others would have taken specialists. Still, while difficult, it was not impossible, and I might not carry her genetics. Still, the manipulation of Master, from the terms of the contract till replacing her birth control, all of it diabolical.

I hated myself for being so weak. I knew I was being used, treated as a thing in a way nearly as worse as what Avery was being treated, but my body, hard wired for sex as it was, betrayed me every time. When he was ready to use me again, he did. Between bouts of fucking me, he edged me. There was added incentive as he whispered into my ear that if I was not convincing enough I was his every devoted and needy Asian Orchid, then he would lock me up in chastity for another month. I shuddered at the threat. I am ashamed to admit how such a promise (never a threat, always a promise when Master speaks, always) filled me with more horror and dread than possibly being pregnant. Thus when he fucked me, I was very vocal, and did my best to convince all, especially myself, I was indeed his in every sense.

He used no pain on me that night other than the nipple clamps. No canes, no crops, no floggers, no quirts, none of it was used upon me. I was stuffed full in my arse with a large anal plug there, but such by this point of my conditioning (not training, oh no, I was being molded and conditioned for Master) it was not painful at all, but pleasurable, so was Master's cock, again something else which shamed me to my core.

I was a lesbian, out of the closet in high school and cut any man who thought he could get me to "switch" sides. Kicked more a few of them in the balls too and kicked their arses. I did not take up mixed martial arts purely to keep my body toned and tight. I never wanted children, and if I did there were ways to make it happen. I had never been, nor ever would be, interested in a real life cock. Like many things I thought were a certainty in my life, Master shattered them.

All I could think during the times he fucked me was if this was what sex was like with Master, then no wonder the women of the Society were throwing themselves at him in an effort to catch his attention. It was also the reason why they were giving me such looks of hatred as he was playing with no, fucking no one but me. As for myself, it is utterly mortifying for me to say I squirted for him, many times. Not the huge gushes on porn sites mind you, but enough to make a small puddle under me by the time the night was done.

His cock was better shaped than any number of strap-on dildos I experienced in my then young life. It stretched me but in a very pleasurable way, two or three steps from painful and allowed for the maximum stimulation. He could bottom out, but rarely did so unless he was making a point or meant to encourage my begging more. Beg I did, and it was not faked at all. After a month of constant edging and being locked away from any other stimulation, my body was hungry for it. He thrust, and I came, over and over I came, losing pieces of myself every time.

It was far better than what Avery went through. Her night was nothing but pain and forced pleasure. Punishment dildo's dipped into the nettle oil mixture. They cleaned her out after each woman fucked her with one of the strap-ons, but only to break down her mind as she knew whatever reprieve was granted to her, it was fleeting and she would fell yet another pain inducing dildo thrust into her. All the while her clit was stimulated by a toy, and even while screaming and pushing her sanity to the very brink, she was forced to cum.

When she was not being fucked, unlike my night, they used impact items on her. Nothing which broke skin but everything else was fair game. Nipple clamps which crushed more than pinched, the same with her clit and labia. Whips, canes, heavy floggers, all were used. No one was allowed more than ten lashes or strikes, but that was not a mercy for Avery. No, it was to give all who wanted to punish her a chance to do so, and near everyone there wanted a chance to make her suffer and scream.

I do not know why Avery had been such a cunt to everyone she ever played with in the Society. She had said some of it was jealousy, about women in the Society coveting her husband. Then later on it became the addiction of being a sadist to others. Not all were peaches and roses with us. Avery could fucking hurt me when she put her mind to it, but unlike the others, she had given me aftercare, and made me believe I was indeed her cherished one, the one she would risk everything she had for. Risk all, and lost.

Many hours later we were back in the limo. I was able to walk, but only barely. I was allowed to remove my boots as the Master had no desire for me to fall flat on my face and have my nose broken. The moon glove was back on, another millstone on my back about my current status and what I was to Master. At least I could walk, a bit with the shuffle of a woman who had been well and truly fucked. Avery had to be carried. She was gagged, and covered in welts, her skin starting to bruise. It would take days for her to recover. She curled up the best she could and tried not to sob less than she drew Master's ire. We then drove off.

It was over an hour to the residence we were living. The silence dragged on and my eyes fell upon Avery. How brave she was trying, but her body still wracked itself in sobs. It broke my heart as for whatever her flaws, and the cruelty in her heart, I still loved her. I had to be careful because the Master was capable of making her life even worse than what it was, yet I knew if I did nothing, then Avery would spend the next two weeks or more alone with her pain.

"Master, this one begs to speak, if it would please you?"

He must have been feeling very generous tonight as he gave his assent with a nod. It was that, or he was giving me a chance to earn myself more punishment. Knowing what my fate might be, another month of being driven insane with need, I pressed and tested my luck. "You had promised turns with others, week or more at a time, with Avery. She would not give them much enjoyment at all as she is, and you might be accused of going back on your word if they could not do much to her other than fuck her and keep her in bondage. I have a solution, or at least a means to prove to others you were a man of your word."

Master's word was everything to him, as was his reputation both in and out of the Society. Still he gave her a sidelong look. He was not dumb, and unlike Avery, was not led about by his cock (cunt in her case). He had done his campaign since the ink was still wet on their contract to sunder the bond I had with Avery. He was not about to abandon his work on such a front. Still, he was, as I said, either generous, or willing to let my mouth betray me. "What solution is that?"

I breathed deep. I needed that courage now. "Let me tend to her, and I can cut down the time she is of no use to anyone."

Master laughed, deep bellows which echoed in the car. Still, not all was mirth as a hand shot out and gripped hard at my jaw, his eyes utterly merciless as he spoke very low. "Why in the fuck would I allow that?" Oh there was the edge of anger there, but I had to continue backing away now would earn not only punishment for me, but for Avery as well.

"As I said, Master, it would allow her to recover so she can meet the promises made, or point to a good faith gesture such an effort was made. If successful then you can loan her out even more, to more couples, and tie them to your belt even more than you have them now. Give me the medical supplies needed, give me time each day to minister to her, and you will not be displeased, I swear."

He was silent for a long while. Either to build up the tension to make me sweat, or because he was seriously considering I do not know, but finally he spoke. "And what else do I gain, as I do not care much if she suffers an extra week or more. I also do not care if others have to wait more for their pound of flesh with her. What would I gain other than giving her relief which I am not inclined as much."

I breathed deep, and did not look at Avery. This would all end if I did. I was about to sell more of my soul. She would hate it, fume and curse my name for it, but there was only one thing I had which was of interest to the Master, and it was the only coin I had. "I will renegotiate my contract with you. I will live and serve you as per the current terms save for five years instead of one, and I am willing to give you any number of children you wish. Even if you only want one, I know it is difficult for me to get pregnant. It was the same with my mother. I will even consent to fertility treatments. One year might not get me pregnant at all. Five years will certainly give you the child you wish for."

I waited again as the silence dragged on between us. I sat as still as I could, bound as I was. Then he finally responded. "Five years and fertility treatments. Also you will be in chastity, both cunt and tits, when you visit her and both of you will be gagged. Break this, and I will see her at auction, understood?" It was all I could do to nod my head. It was actions I planned on doing anyway as I know sure way for punishments I did not want to contemplate if I dared to do anything loving or intimate with Avery. Still, it was progress, and a very rare victory. I can wait out four more years. I only wish I knew Avery would wait those four years for me. I did not know then what was in the future. Still, I do know what I did was the right thing. She would see so, in time. In time Avery would forgive me.

She had to forgive me, please…