The Slave Girl: Adrian’s reward
I ended up spending a lot of time in chastity. Master made it very clear where I belonged: I was his fuck toy in every sense of the word. I existed only for his pleasure; a fact Master constantly reminded me of by refusing to let me cum. It was his pleasure that was important, not mine. Sometimes when Master was especially pleased he’d let me cum, but those occasions were just few and far between enough to keep me on edge.
I was also extremely jealous of Adrian. For one thing, Adrian got to wear clothes. Since he did a lot of the hard labour for Master that meant that he worked outside a lot. They were hardly more than rags but compared to my constant nudity it was certainly something. One thing I didn’t envy was that Adrian’s cock was always confined to a cage. If fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him cum. Master also loved to humiliate and belittle Adrian, yet another thing I didn’t envy.
One afternoon while we are all eating lunch, Master sitting at the table and Adrian and I on floor out of our dog bowels, Master called our attention, which meant we had to stop eating. My stomach growled. Master had been fucking my face earlier and for reasons he didn’t tell me left the open mouth gag on me. Eating with it on was surprisingly hard.
Master waited until we were both on our hands and knees in front of him before he spoke. “Alright now, Adrian, as far as slaves go you aren’t half bad. So, I think it’s time you got a reward.” Adrian’s eyes lit up at that. “So, I’ve given it some thought, and I decided that your reward will be this whore right here.” Master finished, gesturing towards me.
Had my mouth not already been forced open my jaw would have dropped. I was going to service another slave? I had never even heard of such a thing. More than that, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I didn’t bother protesting though; I knew I wouldn’t get a choice in the matter.
Paying little attention to me, Master continued talking. “I’m going to be gone for most of the evening, I’m going to lock you two in the basement and then Adrian, and you can do whatever you like to this bitch.”
Adrian had requested that my hands be bound behind my back, and Master was all too happy to comply. Soon all three of us were in the basement, an unfurnished place with a stone floor and it only contained the washer and drier. I had been here a few other times to do Master’s laundry but otherwise I never had any reason to go down here.
Master removed my chastity belt and Adrian’s cock cage, and then went back upstairs. As soon as the lock clicked, trapping us in basement until Master got back, Adrian slapped me with enough force to knock me off my feet.
“You have no idea how much I hate you.” Adrian said, looming over me. “I work my ass off outside all day whiles you, little miss princess, stay inside and fuck all day. You have no clue how much I’ve always wanted to do this.” Adrian grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me up to my knees. My mouth- which was still forced open by the gag- was suddenly full of his cock.
I gagged in surprise as Adrian face fucked me. He was much rougher than Master was, making me wonder exactly how long he had been in the cock cage. Probably ages, it didn’t take long for him to cum in my throat.
Adrian pulled out slapped me again. “More where that came from, whore.” He said, pushing me onto my back. He rammed into my cunt with full force, making me scream. Adrian was a complete beast, fucking me fast and rough. I started to cry beneath him, but I still got no sympathy from him. “Stop bitching, I bet those tears are just an act anyway. You like getting fucked, don’t you? Your probably one of those whores who sold themselves into slavery because they love getting fucked so much, isn’t that right?”
I wanted to tell Adrian that it wasn’t true, but my body didn’t agree with me. Despite how I was being treated I kept getting wetter and wetter, until I came on Adrian’s cock. He immediately pulled out and started yelling at me. “What is this? Did I say you can cum on my cock?” He spat on my face, and then turned me over onto my stomach. I realized what he wanted to do when he parted my butt cheeks.
I squirmed, but that just made Adrian slap my ass. “Don’t give me any of that, I know Master does it to you all the time.” He then went balls deep into my anus.
I screamed again, this time louder. Adrian continued to thrust mercilessly. The abuse only aroused me more, and if my hands weren’t bound I would have rubbed clit at that moment. Adrian didn’t pay the slightest attention to my own pleasure, leaving me frustrated.
The rest of the evening was more of the same. Adrian continued to fuck me in all my hole multiple times, by the time Master came home I was practically covered in cum. Adrian crawled happily to Master feet, completely satisfied and then some. I could hardly move I felt so thoroughly used, so I didn’t do the same. Master looked down at me with disgust. “Goodness you look like such a cum dumpster. I suppose that’s what you are, but still, wow…” Master shook his condescendingly, and with a mischievous grin pulled out his cock. “I suppose someone has to wash you off somehow.” With that he started pissing on me. He must have drunk a lot that night, because he had enough piss to cover me completely.
When Master was done he went back upstairs with Adrian crawling after him. He left me their all night, covered in a mixture of cum and piss.