Semua Bab Trapped Between Two Alphas: Bab 411 - Bab 420

"Yes, you're still mine. And theirs. Ours. Our filthy little slut. And we love you for it. You make us so happy. I know we use you hard, fucking in the morning, fucking at work, fucking all night. I don't know how you put up with it, but I'm glad you do."He was staring at me intensely. I smiled, but I sensed there was more coming."The Castle is very impressed with you. They expressed interest in buying you from us."I was stunned."Is that... I mean, did we put something in my contract about that? I don't remember anything about you being able to ...sell me off?""No, there isn't anything in the contract. Not that we'd do it. We could never sell you. That's not what this is about. But you know you have the option to terminate any time you want. You could terminate our agreement, just stay here tomorrow instead of going back with us. If you wanted to. You could sign a new contract, with them."I just stared at him."It would be a lot of money. Probably twice what we've been able to p

There were changes in how my Masters were treating me. It felt like about 7 months into my contract, the novelty was wearing off. After the incident with the fucking dress, things felt even more disconnected.I used to have a hard time - no pun intended - getting my work done because on any given day I might have six or eight Masters showing up in the office to fuck me in the supply closet. Plus my boss, Master Michael, would call me into his office to shove his cock in me, or if nothing else he would just make me sit naked on his lap so he could fondle me while he was on a conference call. After maybe six months, it felt like there were fewer Masters showing up each day, and they stayed less time as the weeks went on.I had been terrified at first of getting caught in the act by the rest of the office staff. My Masters were careful at first, but I guess they got sloppy later. One day a Master forgot to lock the door on the supply room on the way in. One of my coworkers, Ivan, walked

"Usually my guy brings me pretty nasty ones. Most don't let me tie them up. And they charge extra. I can tell they're trying to fake it for extra money. But I think Josh really did it with this one."He licked my cheek, a long, lascivious caress with his tongue. It wasn't hard to burst into tears at that moment. It has been a more stressful situation than usual, being hogtied in a car. And the struggle I put up on the way to the table had raised my adrenaline levels. It wasn't hard to really be in the mindset, with my welted ass scraping the splintery wood I was pinned to.He licked my face again, drinking in my tears.I heard him fumble for something and felt cold metal against my throat."He said I can't mark you, nothing that would require doctors. Too bad. I would love to split you open with this."I felt the metal moving, the edge tickling my skin but not slicing it. It was eerie. It traced my neck, down my chest, around my breasts. He lifted one, running the very tip under the f

It felt very strange - I had to think hard to remember the last time I showered in privacy. It was on my way to the lawyer's office, when I had signed my contract. I had cleaned myself very carefully, inside and out, wanting to be fresh for the fuckfest that followed. After that, after they took me away to my dungeon, I always showered with a Master watching me. At first they were glued to the sight, like I was living porn. Which I suppose I was, so I made sure to lather and rub myself a lot. After I was clean, they would towel me dry, making sure my cunt was especially dry. Master Terry would usually force me back in the shower and pee on me, making me start the whole cycle over again. I always wondered why he couldn't just pee on me first and then let me wash, but I guess that was his kink. Later, like everything else, the novelty seemed to fade and they would check their phones while I showered, and toss me the towel to dry myself off.I remembered the shower at The Castle, being b

I don't know how long it lasted. I tried to enjoy every minute; I knew that soon this would become a typical day, maybe even multiple times a day, but it was the last time with my Masters. Eventually they were spent, though they still touched themselves as they contemplated my naked, bruised, abused body. Usually this is where someone would take me to bed and chain me up, maybe getting it up for one last fuck, or at least a suck. And indeed, Master Barry hooked a chain to my collar and hauled me up."It's about time for this whore to be taken away. Eighteen of us just aren't enough for that slutty pussy, so she's going to fuck hundreds of men every day, and make a mint doing it. I'm going to chain her up one last time and give you gentlemen a chance to say any parting words to her before we hand her over to her new owners."He chained me to my bed, a long chain to my collar, my wrists shackled over my head, my legs forced open by the shackles on my ankles. I always loved how vulnerabl