The following is a work of fiction, needless to say.
She had been raised in luxury, surrounded by royalty and privilege, but today she was just another naked female. Six women lined up side by side, naked to the world. The crowd ogling their tits, asses, and exposed sex for their own amusement.
Men with means walked among them. Feeling them, probing their bodies, spreading their ass cheeks wide, examining the most private of areas as prospective buyers. The women next to her had one been her servants. They had bathed her, washed her clothes, and tended to her needs, but now they were mere property, wating on a buyer to whisk them away to a life of sexual slavery.
Princess Amelia was no more. Her father and mother were killed by the rebels. The palace overran to usher in the new regime. She fought back the tears as the memory invaded her tortured mind. The flames, the screams, the hysteria. Her being held and stripped naked, then forced marched through the captive city.
She strained against the ropes around her wrist, that pulled her arms above her head. The indignity of not being able to cover her naked body and having to listen to the men barter her cost.
A cruel looking man with dark, wavy hair, and cold, almost lifeless eyes, approached her. He fondled her breasts, rubbing his thumb over her tender nipples, before moving down to her crotch. His fingers tracked the lips of her sex, then without warning, he thrust a finger inside her. She cringed at the invasion.
When he withdrew his finger from her now wet cunt, he wiped it on her face. Walking around to her back, she slapped her shapely ass, before parting her butt cheeks wide. Her puckered anus was now the object of his attention. When he was finished he approached the seller. They haggled and argued, then it was over. She was his. The ropes were cut and she was led naked to his waiting vehicle.
The ride was degrading and a foreshadowing of what was to come. While his driver navigated the way to his home, he pulled the robe up to his chest, exposing his cock and balls. She felt him pulling her to his crotch. Her face stared directly at his penis.
“Suck it whore. Are you stupid? Do you not know your place?” he quipped in a demeaning tone.
She balked, tried to open the car door behind her and flee, but he put her in a headlock. He commanded the driver to pull over. Dragging her body out of the car, he bent her face down over the trunk of the car. The hot metal nearly burned her skin as he forced her there.
Commanding his driver to bring him a leather belt from the vehicle, he then commanded him to hold her hands down to prevent her moving. The servant obeyed quickly, pinning her arms making it impossible for her to escape.
Omar, her enraged owner, then began lashing her bare ass with it. She screamed, pleaded, and wept as he lashed her ass, legs, and back in fits of fury until angry red striped adorned her naked flesh.
“This is but a taste that awaits a disobedient whore. You have one reason to be alive, and that is to please me sexually. You will do anything I say, whenever I say it, is this clear?” he hissed.
Omar was an intense man with streaks of cruelty as Amelia had learned the hard way. Her legs trembled as the fiery pain shot through her body.
“Answer me slut. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”
Amelia wept as tears streamed down both sides of her face. “Yes,” she sobbed.
He signaled the servant to remove his arms and Amelia slowly stood, her legs trembling as the fiery pain shot through her body.
The car resumed the travel down the nearly deserted road. Back inside, Omar lifted his robe again. The act of whipping Amelia had caused his cock to be hard and fully erect.
Her hand trembled as she clutched his meaty cock in it and guided to it her unwilling mouth. She parted her lips, closed her eyes, and began the degrading task as he leaned back in the seat, stroking her coal black hair.
A sickening feeling formed in her stomach as she heard him command her to use her free hand to play with his balls.
She felt Omar grip her head tightly and pull it to him as his balls emptied their load into her mouth. She gagged, gurgled, and chocked, as the thick semen began to ooze its way down her throat. Her face was beat red as she slumped back against the seat, free from his grasp finally.
She saw the driver look at her through the mirror with a sneer as the left over cum dibbled down her chin. Her breasts heaved and her nipples were hard and erect, much to his delight.
At his home, the car pulled to the door and Amelia was led through the house naked to the world. Staff ogled her, and she could hear the snickers, particularity from the female staff. She was led upstairs, and to a small room, shoved inside and told to tend to her needs, he would summon her when he wanted her. She knew that meant for sex.
She looked around at her room. A small, drab place with one window, barred shut to ensure no escape. A bed, a dresser with a mirror, and a small walk-in shower with a toilet.
The door opened and a female servant came in with towels and wash rags in her hand.
“Shower quickly. Master Omar may summon you at any moment. You dare not be unprepared. I can see you have already been acquainted with his skill with a belt. It will get worse,” she mused as she surveyed the red whelps on Amelia’s body, before going to the bath and setting the towels down.
“It is custom when a new slave is acquired that she is shared. I do hope you can handle multiple partners,” she mused on her return, half smiling.
She then turned and shut the door, locking it. Amelia bolted up in the bed horrified at the servant’s words.
An agonizing time went by before she heard the door clicking and watched as it opened. Omar and two other men came in, shutting the door behind and locking it.
“Tonight, you have the honor of sharing your body with my two brothers.”
Amelia watched as the three men disrobed and stood naked beside the bed. All three were similar. Dark skinned, muscular, no fat, lean bodies with long, thick and meaty cocks, Omar climbed onto the bed, taking his place between her legs and began licking her pussy, slowly and sensually.
The two brothers took their places by her face, each stroking their cocks in anticipation. One pulled her head towards him and guided his thick cock to her mouth. Her mouth engulfed the head and she began sucking it while both men rubbed and kneaded her naked breasts.
Soon, Omar was inside, pumping her with long, hard strokes while his balls slapped against her.
Amelia was then turned to the other side and began sucking the other man’s cock in similar fashion. After a good pounding, Omar pulled out and the three men rolled her over and forced her to get onto her hands and knees.
Her pussy, gaping wide and oozing its juices, was soon stuffed with Omar’s eager cock again.
One of the brothers had slid under her a little and as Omar soundly fucked her, she began sucking his engorged cock. Her body was impaled it seemed. Fucking and sucking as the two brothers alternated fucking her mouth.
After a time, she felt Omar’s cock stiffen and felt the hot shots of his cum splash against her insides. He pulled out, the white cum oozing out of her gaping hole. At once, one of the bothers left her side and shoved his cock into her. He began pounding her furiously as Omar forced her to use her mouth to clean his cock.
When the man inside her erupted, the remaining brother forced her to sit on his cock and ride it. She was facing Omar and the other man as she rocked up and down on throbbing cock inside her. He soon filled her with a massive load of cum and pulled out.
To her surprise, Omar was rock hard again and thrust his cock into her to fuck her again. For over two hours they repeatedly fucked her, using every hole for their wanton pleasure. When they were done, she was covered in cum and oozing out of both holes.
She felt them get up and leave and heard the door shut. Weak, spent, and exhausted, she lay on the bed and drifted to sleep.
When she awoke, she was unable to move, and unable to see. Startled, she tried to move but could not. Amelia had been carried down to a basement, bound with her hands behind her, and a hood over her face.
As Amelia slowly adjusted to the darkness, she could see out of two eye sockets. Someone was stirring nearby, she could hear them. Then a female voice spoke.
“Awake now are we?” “I am Rashida, Omar’s sister. He told me to look after you, and I shall. We are going to have a lot of fun together.”
Amelia tried to move but was clearly unable to.
“Why am I tied up. What are you doing to me. Let me go,” Her muffled voice pleaded to Rashida.
“Now, why would I do that when I went to so much trouble to carry you down here and truss you up like this?”
“Looks like you had quite a night up there with all the cum oozing out of your holes, "Rashida teased. “I think I can make you cum a lot more.”
Before Amelia could protest, she felt something press against her pussy, and then felt it starting to buzz. The sadistic woman was holding a wand against her pussy, teasing and tormenting it.
Despite Amelia’s tearful please to stop, Rashida would bring her to a hard orgasm, then turn it off, laughing as Amelia’s body shuddered and shook.
The cold concrete floor bit into Amelia’s bare ass as she rocked back and forth. The forced orgasms had weakened her bladder, and she pleaded with Rashida to let her pee.
“Of course, it’s just us girls. By all means, go ahead and piss. You will be sitting in it, but don’t mind me, "Rashida laughed sadistically.
Inside the mask, Amelia was sweating, and it was burning her eyes. Then it started again. Rashida had put the wand against her tormented cunt again, and it was buzzing away as Amelia wept and pleaded for her to stop.
This orgasm sent poor Amelia totally over the edge. She began squirting copious amount of cum, then followed by a flood of pee that streamed steadily from her swollen pussy onto the floor beneath her. She felt the warm fluids around her bare skin.
“Look at you now. From a princess setting on a throne, to a slave pissing herself in a dungeon. Poor, poor, Amelia."
Amelia wept as Rashida laughed in mockery at her fallen state. After hours of torment by the demented, Rashida, Amelia was taken back to her room. She sat on the floor underneath the shower, weeping as the hot water covered her.
This was her new life. A sex slave in a house of perverted pleasures.
