Molly's Slavery -- Part 1 + 2

Chapter 1 - Molly's Introduction

Molly sat nervously on the edge of the sofa, completely undressed. She had no idea what the next few hours were going to be like, and her anticipation was getting the better of her. She and Josh had a good marriage, with great sex. Wild sex actually! They had tried a lot of things, and loved it. Tonight, they were going to try something they had talked about and researched for along long time. They were both looking forward to it, she could tell by the way Josh looked at her as they nervously awaited the ring of the doorbell.

When it did ring Molly just about jumped out of her skin. She sat back tensely, her fingers gripping the edge of the sofa, her heart nearly pounding right out of her chest. Josh gave her one last questioning look, just to make sure she didn't want to back out, and when she nodded, he went to open the door.

The man that entered had an air about him that held Molly riveted. He walked with complete confidence, and quickly took in everything about the room he was entering. His gaze passed over Molly with the same slow progression that it gave to everything else in the room, then he firmly shook hands with Josh and offered his jacket.

"Is everything in order?" the man asked.

Josh gave Molly a quick, nervous glance, then turned back to the man and nodded. "Do you have what we requested?"

"In my jacket pocket." He stated.

Josh cleared his throat as he retrieved the papers from the jacket, studying them closely. It all seemed in order. They had done extensive research into the whole lifestyle they were about to explore. Josh had traveled to several organized clubs to talk to people and learn from them. He knew what he wanted... what he and Molly both wanted, and this man seemed quite capable of delivering. He came highly recommended actually, and the blood test results Josh was now perusing seemed in a way almost unnecessary, but still he was relieved to see the list of "negatives" in all the right places. For what they had planned, he wanted Molly to take all the cum this man would give her, without a condom.

"Good." Josh said, smiling nervously. "Everything seems to be perfect, Marcus. We can begin whenever you like then?" It was more a question than a statement.

Marcus gave Molly a casual glance, the first he had afforded her since his original scanning of her when he had entered the room. "Fine then. I have my rules. I hope they will be acceptable to you. I shall go over them now. First, when we begin, she becomes MY property until this is over. Is that understood?"

Josh nodded nervously, glancing at Molly in case she wanted out, but she showed no signs of it.

"Good then. As my property, I can do anything I want with her. You have given me a list of limits, things you wish not to be done, I will respect those limits. You have also given me a "safeword" I will respect that also.... from HER. You will have no say in this matter. If you suddenly decide you want this all to stop, and she is comfortable with it continuing, then it will go on, understand?"

Josh looked at Molly again. She nodded, and Josh swallowed hard as he agreed to Marcus' proposal.

"Your part in this will be that of observer, unless I recruit you to assist. At no time will you make any decisions. I am in charge here. Now, if you are both willing to begin, I will take possession of my property." Again Josh silently nodded, and Marcus stepped over to stand in front of Molly, barely a foot away, looking down at her as if inspecting her.

"Good. From this point on this is not a woman, not a "she"... this is an it. It belongs to me. I will do what I want to it and I will call it whatever I choose to call it, as it has no name of it's own. If it does not behave, it will be punished. It will not speak, except in response to direct questions I ask of it, and I am hoping it has a very limited vocabulary... mostly the words yes Sir, and Master will suffice. The word no is frowned upon and will bring on my wrath, unless it is used in response to a negative question." He turned and looked at Josh, since Molly was considered a possession and not a person. "Do you think it understands?"

Josh gulped. Looking into Molly's eyes he could see that she was still as eager for this as she had always been, perhaps even more so. "Yes Marcus, I am quite certain that she... umm... it understands and will behave appropriately."

Marcus grinned wickedly at them. "I most certainly hope so. It has delicate looking skin. It would be a shame to have to mar it, but punishment WILL be forthcoming without hesitation if need be." He returned to his task of inspecting Molly as she sat nervously before him. She felt her flesh tingle under his scrutiny, very much aware that she was sitting there naked in front of a total stranger who had just proclaimed himself her owner and Master. The adrenaline rush was incredible!

"On your knees slut, there." he said, pointing a finger to a spot in the middle of the room. Molly hesitated only slightly at the words until she realized with a blush that he considered that her name for the moment. She stood shakily to move and heard him cough harshly, bringing her eyes quickly to him for guidance.

"Crawl!" He said sternly.

Swallowing hard, her skin burning with the embarrassment of having displeased him so soon in their tryst, she slipped off the sofa onto her knees and crawled to where he was still pointing. She knelt there silently as he walked around her, touching her, testing her as one might test merchandise one was about to purchase. His foot roughly pushed her knees apart, and his hand firmly adjusted her shoulders so her back was straight and her chest pushed out.

Molly was a pretty girl though not a ravishing beauty. She had long dark blonde hair that hung straight below her shoulders, and Marcus toyed with it as if contemplating his uses for it. She had a slim waist, which only further accentuated what Josh considered her best asset... her large full breasts. Marcus lifted one with his hand as if weighing it, gave it a firm squeeze, and then let his fingers slide down till they gripped her nipple tightly, giving it a quick twist followed by a hard jerk. Molly let her breath out in a sharp gasp of pain, laced heavily with hints of desire.

Marcus grinned. "It likes that. It is fond of pain?" He shot Josh a questioning glance that clearly said he wanted the answer but he wasn't prepared to wait for it forever.

"Yes!" Josh said breathlessly. Watching this man handle his wife like this had already aroused him more than he had imagined it would and it took him a few seconds to get his breath back to speak. "She...ummm... it is quite sensitive in the breasts and nipples. It loves to have them sucked and... pinched and such."

Marcus nodded, thinking these large specimens would be experiencing a lot more than pinching before the night was over. He loved a body with large tits that loved...no, craved pain, and he could usually tell from that first pinch and jerk which nipples were the ones that longed for it. He sensed that Molly's did, and that made the evening ahead so much more exciting.

"Good." He said with a nod, and then proceeded to open his zipper and fold back his pants. There was already a large bulge in his underwear, and he nodded purposefully at Molly. "Release it, slut. Let that which will become your true Master into the open that you may worship it."

Her fingers were trembling as she carefully lowered the fabric, releasing his large hard cock. Her eyes opened wide as she looked at it. Large was perhaps an understatement. As she unconsciously licked her lips she shot a glance up at him, and he almost laughed at her.

"Go ahead, treat it nice. Show me how good a cocksucker you are before we move on to other things."

She licked her lips again, wetting them good, as her stomach churned with desire. She wrapped her hands around it gently and found that both hands could fit his length from base to head, but her fingers couldn't close around him. She felt a lurch in her cunt at the thought of this cock inside her. Nervously she leaned over it and gave it a slow lick, swirling her tongue around it, before taking the head fully in her mouth with a soft moan. It was all Josh could do to keep from shooting his load in his pants right then and there as he watched her head bobbing as she slid her lips as far down this cock as she could, eagerly sucking on it as if trying to stuff every inch of it in her mouth.

"Oooo yes! A cockhungry whore!!" Marcus moaned, tipping his head back and wrapping his fingers in her hair. He began to push into her mouth in a rhythm while at the same time forcing her head down on him. She choked and sputtered, and he laughed at her and let her up for a second, before pushing her head back down forcefully. "This is what your mouth was made for, whore, and don't you forget that! To worship my cock, like the cum starved cocksucker you are. You know that don't you?"

With his cock forced deep in her mouth she could do nothing but moan her response and suck harder with her lips and tongue. Over and over he pumped into her, banging hard at the back of her throat. She was certain that were he not so thick, he would have forced himself right down her throat. This thought drove her wild, and she moaned, feeling her body heat to a fever pitch as he fucked her mouth...no, used her mouth for his pleasure. She was hotter than she had ever been before, and she milked his cock in a wild desperation.

His grip tightened on her head and began to slam her mouth down onto his cock as he met it with powerful thrusts with his hips, his cock fucking into her mouth hard and relentlessly, his breath coming in grunts and groans, his legs tensed for his powerful thrusting. Suddenly she felt his cock lurch in her mouth and he let out a loud groan.

"Oooohhh yes!! Drink, you cum hungry cunt-mouth!" he commanded her, and she began to suck with a wild hunger, swallowing his cum as it spewed into her mouth, knowing instinctively that he would not tolerate any spills. Over and over he plunged into her mouth, while she, on her knees, drank as one who had never been fed.

Josh let out a desperate little moan as he sunk into the nearest chair, his legs too weak to hold him up from watching the scene before him. He gave up on trying to control himself, and let his cum spurt everywhere as he watched his wanton wife used as a suck slave to this masterful man. He could hardly believe the night had just begun as he watched her sucking the huge cock dry.
This was barely the beginning of Molly's night of sexual slavery, and he for one could not wait to see what happened next,



Chapter 2 - Molly Gets A Work over

Marcus reached down and detached her from his cock, half grinning to himself as she reluctantly allowed him to remove it from her mouth. She was a hot one alright. He was going to enjoy using her. Already plans for her were racing through his head. He had accepted their invitation with a little uncertainty as to how the woman was going to react, how she was going to adapt to his treatment of her. So far, this slut had shown him she was the perfect slave, but there was more...much more... that he wanted to do to her still.

He nodded abstractly towards Josh, who sat slumped and breathless in his chair. "He has made rather a mess I think. Crawl over there and clean it all up, cumslut." As Molly obediently crawled over to her husband and started licking the cum up, Marcus left them for a few minutes. He picked up the bag he had left unseen just inside the door, and slipped out of the room.

When he returned, not long later, he had changed his clothes. He was now dressed in a white muscle shirt, and tight leather pants that were cut away like chaps in the crotch, his half soft cock swaying as he walked. On his feet he wore cowboy boots. He set the bag down beside the sofa and took a seat, making himself comfortable, and turned his eyes to his property.

Molly was just finishing lapping the last of the cum from Josh's cock and belly. Marcus smiled at the sight of her. She was nuzzled between Josh's thighs, on hands and knees, with her tongue doing it's work like a puppy. She was the perfect picture of a slave. He was going to enjoy this!

"Is it all clean? Did it get every drop?" He asked, addressing his question to Josh, who gave a silent nod and tried to straighten himself up in the chair. "Good. Now crawl over here slut, I have a job for you while I talk with our guest."

Molly was confused at his wording, but only for a few seconds. At first she thought Marcus was the guest of course, but then she rememebered.... for the duration of this escapade, Marcus owned her, which meant Josh was the guest simply by way of being allowed to stay and watch. She obediently crawled over to kneel in front of her Master, looking up at him for further instructions. Perhaps she was secretly hoping for some praise or arousal, but he simply waved down at himself in a rather uninterested way, almost ignoring her.

"My cock is getting cold. Put it in your mouth to keep it warm until I wish to use it again. No sucking, do you understand, slut? Just keep it warm, and don't let it out of your mouth until I say to."

Feeling a little let down, Molly leaned in and took his cock in her mouth, working it in until almost all of it's half soft length was in her mouth. Marcus sat with his knees spread and began to talk with Josh. They talked about sports, politics, horse racing..... they talked about anything but Molly, and they talked for what seemed like hours to her as she cradled his cock in her mouth motionlessly. In fact, they paid her absolutely NO attention at all, and Molly began to feel hurt, until it dawned on her that that was exactly how a piece of property would be treated, and THAT was what she was. This realization made her blush, as she felt instantly humiliated... and at once aroused!

Marcus looked at his watch, then leaned over to open the bag at his feet, without affecting Molly's mouth on his cock. He began to pull things out of it, preparing items that Molly couldn't really see from her vantage point of having her face pressed in his crotch, and that Josh couldn't identify either from the other side of the room.

Finally he spoke to her, although he still did not look at her. "Fine slave, you can let go now. I'm rested; it's time I got to work on you."

Molly lifted her head, her lips and jaw aching from holding his cock in the same position for so long. He reached to grip her nipples and gave them a firm pinch and tug, testing them once more. She winced at the pain, but her breath came out in a moan, and he smiled.

"A very nice set." He commented. "Quite hurtable, don't you think? Perfect titflesh for torturing." He was looking at Josh, ignoring Molly all together, talking about her as if she was an object. Josh looked at his wife, not sure what to say. He knew she loved him to pinch and twist her nipples, to bite them, especially when she was really hot, but how much pain was this guy talking about? As he watched Marcus abstractly twisting and pinching, tighter and harder; watched Molly's back arch in response and her ass wiggle ever so slightly, he gulped and nodded. Molly sure looked like she was enjoying it, and Josh had to admit it aroused him thinking about watching this man hurt her tits. It aroused him thinking of this man doing anything to her! He just wasn't sure what the word torturing entailed.

Marcus smiled at him. "Good, because I simply love a set of tits that crave pain." With that, he instructed Molly to get on her hands and knees so her large tits hung down from her body. He picked up a length of rope and began to work quickly, yet expertly on them, wrapping the rope around one tit and pulling it tight. Molly winced and sucked in her breath as the tit was squeezed by the rope.

"Tight enough, slut?" Marcus asked, addressing her directly for the first time in a long time.

"Y...yes Sir." She said, her emotions reeling inside her. It was very tight. It hurt a LOT! But, she loved it!

Marcus gave a wicked laugh and jerked the rope, pulling it instantly much tighter, making her lose her breath for a few seconds.

"One of the few occasions where I would prefer no as your response." He said firmly, as he tied off the rope. He picked up the second rope and tied her other tit the same, again asking her if it was tight enough. Breathlessly she gave him the "no" he wanted, and he smiled as he jerked it tighter and tied it off.

"Excellent." He said, lifting his eyes to Josh. "It's a quick learner." Then he stood to his feet and gripped Molly's long hair in his fingers, twisting until she let out a yelp. He pulled her up by the hair and turned her around to face Josh. As she rose up, her titflesh sunk back against her chest wall, and the ropes felt even tighter. The purple hue of her tits was a starkly different color now to the pale flesh tone of the rest of her body.

"Artwork!" Marcus said, his voice laced with pleasure as he looked at her. "Pure artwork! Just the color tits are meant to be. Do you agree Josh?"

Josh gulped. He shuddered at the thought of the pain the ropes must be causing, but at the same time he just couldn't help the feelings he was getting from looking at his wife's dark tits bulging like hard dark melons on her chest. He tried to speak but instead all he did was groan, and his cock leaped where is lay still exposed on his lap. Speechless, he nodded.

Marcus was looking around frowning. Finally he motioned Josh to join him at Molly's side. "Your ceiling just isn't going to be of any help. I would be able to do so much more to this slave if I had it in my own dungeon. We will have to improvise. Take it's hands and hold them above it's head.... tightly. Don't let it move! These tits need a good work over." He looked down at the slave, kneeling, hands held above her head, tits tied, totally helpless and at HIS mercy. He felt his cock harden more at the thought of what he was about to do to her. Tits were his absolute favorite toys!

He reached in to his bag and pulled out a flat wooden stick, much like a long ruler. He flexed it, as if testing it for strength, then swung it through the air. It made a whooosh sound that made Molly flinch. He lifted his eyes to Josh with a stern warning look.

"Remember, hold it tight. You can't stop this... I'll have my way with it until I am satisfied, as long as it doesn't use the word." With that, he raised his hand and swung the stick. Whoosh... smack... it connected with Molly's left tit, striking it squarely across the nipple. She arched her back, threw her head back, and let out a loud gasp. Whoooosh... smack..... Again the stick struck, this time across the nipple of her right tit. Molly cried out and writhed with the pain, but said nothing.

Josh almost let go of her hands. For a few seconds he was shocked at what this man was doing to his wife, and shocked that he wasn't finding it as distasteful to watch as he thought he should. He thought he should let her hands fall, grab her and hug her, and tell her he wouldn't let this monster hurt her like that again. But when her body lurched, and her head tossed back, she looked up at him, and when her eyes met his, they were filled with a look he rarely saw in them. A look that clearly told him she wanted this, she craved this,... she needed this! It was a look that instantly made Josh's cock stand at attention, and get harder and harder with each strike of the stick to her tormented tits.

Marcus, on the other hand, was reading his slave extremely well. He knew she was drinking up the tit pain like a sponge, and he was quite certain he was going to be able to accomplish his task with ease... and a whole lot of personal pleasure to boot! He swung the stick over and over, landing strike after strike on her tits and nipples, the reddening tone of the abuse easily penetrating the purple caused by the ropes. She writhed especially delightfully when he struck the tips of her nipples, and his cock was getting uncomfortably hard.

Molly lifted her eyes to meet her Master's and he smiled. The eyes held that glazed over look he wanted to see; that look of a painslut in desperate need to cum from her tortures. His face took on a look of purpose, and he lifted the stick to swing.

"That's it slut! Cum! Let the pain do what you need it to do!! CUM, you painloving whore!!!" The stick landed with a smack against her tormented flesh, and instantly she began to convulse. She let out a scream, rolled her eyes, and arched her tits forward. Marcus picked up the pace now, striking faster and harder as she came, wildly, before them. Not a hand, not an object, was touching her cunt or her clit, yet she writhed and screamed in ecstacy as her orgasm raged through her, over and over and over.

Marcus dropped the stick to the floor and barked a command at Josh. "Drop it! Let it fall to the floor!"

Josh hesitated in a daze, until he remembered that it was Molly, and dropped her hands like a hot potato. Molly tumbled to the floor, exhausted. Marcus wiped the sweat from his brow as he looked down at her. Josh stumbled backwards until he found something to sit on, and fell clumsily onto it. He couldn't believe what had just happened! He had just watched his wife... no, helped her... get her tits beaten, and it had given her the most incredible orgasm he had ever seen her have. Not only that, but, his cock was soft again and he had cum all over himself!