A not so innocent girl experiences a long, slow loss of humanity.
A young woman on her Vegas vacation is invited to a private BDSM party and finds herself the main stage attraction.
Rubber In The Night
Part One
Zara had no idea what she was getting into. She had agreed to go out with Bret only because her agent had asked her.
Zara was your typical straving actress desperate to get ahead in Hollywood, and desperately in need of that elusive first break. She had to literally wrestle with Bret, just to get him to stop kissing her. Another casting couch affair, Zara muttered to herself.
At least Bret was a different producer than most: he called her a cab and gave her fare to get home.
Monday February 17
Sasha,
That's quite some slave you lot have there. I have NEVER met anyone so submissive, never known anything so keen to please.
Thanks for the toilet. very nice
Donna
Angel, Almost 30 inches of snow here over the last two days. Talk about a winter wonderland. Did you get a chance to read what I sent you? Sasha
Tuesday February 18
Mistress,
Chapter Eight
Emma didn't have the authority to move me, but she squatted down in front of me and pushed my head up, then slid her crotch under my face and ordered me to suck her. Once she was just a pledge like me but now she was a sister and I was a slave.
I sucked and licked her pussy for half an hour, making her cum several times as she moaned and wriggled her ass on my pillow. Whenever I slowed she pulled on my hair until I sucked and licked harder. She was careful not to do anything that might leave bruises though.
Chapter Seven
It was a bizarre, schizophrenic existence, being a sorority slave. During the day I would attend classes just like the other girls, and be required to use my mind and brains, to think clearly and question things. I would be dressed more or less normally - on the outside. But I wore always the chains of slavery around my ankles and wrists. And usually, another around my waist and between my legs - pinning in twin dildos or vibrators.
Chapter Six
Carol came home just as I was finishing putting away her laundry. Of course she asked me how my day was and I told her about the two girls fucking me. She scowled at me, saying I was her slave and wasn't allowed to fuck anyone unless she told me to.
I thought that was kind of unfair, since the girls hadn't even asked me whether I wanted to fuck them or not, but Carol wouldn't accept any excuses. She made me bend over, this time with my legs straight and tight together, my arms wrapped around them tightly.
Chapter Five
She pumped her fingers faster inside my buttery sex, and I began to grunt in time to the inward thrusts, bucking my pussy helplessly back against her fingers. She stopped suddenly, leaving me light headed and my body crackling with sexual desire and need.
Chapter Four
Was I a natural?
If so, a natural what? I mean, what did that mean anyway? I'd always know how, well, how high my sex drive was, and how some things excited me far more than other girls and women, including things that other people thought were perverted.
Chapter Three
We went out into the hallway and down towards the stairs, Emma leading the way.
"Just remember, you're the lowest of the low. Bow your head and sound respectful whenever anyone talks to you. And for God's sake don't talk back, some of them will try to provoke you just so they can switch or cane your ass for impert
inence!"