Her Master's Slut

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

They had spent the afternoon together. Robin came the first time when his spunk shot down her throat. She came the second time when his c**k bottomed out in her birthing canal, and she had never come from being f****d up the ass before; but this time, this best of times, she did. As if she were dead and had gone to hell, she went home bruised and battered and eager for the next visit.

For months they met in that dirty room, Robin frightened beyond belief that Frank would find out, or that Shawn would take everything he wanted or more than she could to give, and repeated similar humiliations; He blistered her ass and corrupted her mind, raised welts on her body that took care to hide, and gave her the longest most explosive orgasms a woman can endure. He took pictures of her, forced her to the outer limits of endurance and made her beg for more. Seldom did she have s*x with Frank anymore and then only in the deep night of guilt? Many times she tried to break away from Shawn’s grip, to be normal again. She began to loath her easy defeat, her unexplained interest in perversion, and the many reasons for suicide.

Robin was running over in her mind the time two of Shawn’s friends and the bartender f****d her on the pool table when she recognized her Master’s voice addressing her from the computer screen. “Good evening slut.”

She jerked to attention, “Good evening Master.”

“Several friends are with me at the club and the online chat room is full. We can all see you. The web feed in perfect.”

Robin kept her sentences short and to the point as trained. “Understood, Master, I purchased the system you suggested. Is the sound satisfactory?”

“It is. Have you prepared your front hole?”

After Shawn tired of her, she had made her p***y ready for several others, had shaved it and lubed it and trained it with toys. She had dismissed her marriage vows in a variety of hotel rooms, had f****d in the men’s room at the Greyhound bus station and had gone down in the back seat of a silver Lincoln automobile. He was a short, bald, older man, who fantasized about throat f*****g a woman in his car. Shawn had made good on his promise to use her throat, so a throat f**k worked for her too. It was afterward as she smoothed her clothes and readjusted her brassiere that the man changed her life. “I find many horny sluts like you on an adult website.” It was on that site, after several months searching, Robin found Thick Rod32.

“Yes Master,” she replied.

“And have you m*********d enough to pop fast; your audience has better things to do than watch a shameless big tit slut finger herself all night.”

“Yes, Master I am close.”

“And the door?” he asked.

Robin blushed; she had agreed not to lie. Already, her hesitation had alerted Thick Rod of her failure. She pictured his mouth turning down and his jaw twitching. Without thinking, she blabbered when she should have remained silent. “For protection, in the event, Frank came looking for me; I had no choice but to lock it, Master.”

The background noise turned vibrant. Sweat escaped from under her blindfold. Once before when she had disappointed Thick Rod, he had not connected with her online for a week. This time might be worse.

“So you locked the door for safety.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Who’s responsible for your safety, SLUT54?”

“You are Master.”

For her master to use her screen name meant retribution, Robin knew.

“So you usurped my authority.”

“I am sorry, Master.”

“How will you make amends?”

“May I unlock the door now, Master?”

“You are too late. Your audience is acrimonious and waiting and you primed to c*m?”

“You could punish me.”

From somewhere watching across space, a voice shouted, “Let us see her face, Thick Rod!”

Robin quaked. From fear her s****l juices flowed and her small protracted whine showed distress, “Oh, God.” Some masochists can orgasm from humiliation alone, and now she understood why.

“Ah yes, slut,” her master told her. “You shall be severely disciplined. First, however, as Long John8 has suggested, we should see your face.”