SlavesToTheRich

jusdreaminofyou

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I have been a sex slave for aproximately 4 years... you get used to it after that long. Nothing new, lay there and let them do there thing or suck 'em off... it was pretty easy if you didn't let it get to you.

Matt was never fond of it, but then what brother would be. But he's learned to get used to it... knowing there are worse things, and that the master would never hurt me.

He'd been a sex slave before as well.. mainly the masters wife... she was always ready the minute the master left. And Matt soon became her favorite...

But now we've both been sold, by some good fortune, we were both sold together. But for one purpose. We were to be full time sex slaves for our new master...

Now we both stood naked in the middle of an entranceway to the mansion our new owners owned waiting to meet them.

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Kyla and Matt are identical twins.

M: 5'11
K: 5'9

Both have dark brown complexions and black hair. Dark Green eyes and a muscular build. Age 25

So far both have only been used for straight sex.. m/f... but that's too change.

I'm going to play the twins...

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Their new owners are a couple, m/f, a richer eccentric group. They both plan on using both slaves for pleasure. (Gay and Lesbian sex, as well as straight) Maybe even loaning them to friends..

It's the early 19th century... in a remote countryside palace.. :)

Hope this draws some interest.
 
Lord Roderick Montebank, Earl of Hemlock:

From behind the closed doors the two of you are standing before a deep voice calls out, "Slaves, come to your Master. Now."

OOC: I'll invite a one to me my wife in the story *s* for right now she's away in the city shopping for new things for our new toys to wear and to use.
 
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Both bodies shifted a bit turning towards the area the voice was eminating from. Nervous Kyla squeezed Matts hand for a moment as their eyes fell on the handle. His hand grasped the knob and turned it anxious to reveal their new owners...

The light creeped out from between the double doors and their eyes narrowed to adjust to the light and focus on the figure before them.
 
Lord Montebank:

You're facing a fireplace with a fire in it. There are two wingbacked chairs and one is occupied and facing the door. There's a siloutette of a man sitting in that chair. The other is empty and turned more toward the fire.

"Enter slaves and close the door behind you.
"Then both of you kneel and crawl to your Master on all fours.
"You will kneel before me and sit with your legs spread wide apart and backs straight. Head up, but eyes lowered to show your submission and respect. Hands either on your ass cheeks or the tops of your thighs.
"Now."
 
Matthew silently closed the door. Both bowed their heads slightly in respect...

As he spoke his voice sent shudders down Kyla's spine.

Immediately both knelt. Kyla pursed her lips nervously, but Matthew showed more confidence, never letting on he was nervous as well, for Kyla's sake.

"Yes Master..."

In unison they moved towards him barely looking up to watch where they were going.

They reached in front of him and stole a glance upwards to see thier new master... The light flickering acrossed his features made him a mysterious and frightening figure.

They sat about 3 inches apart thighs spread, backs straight, and hands on thier thighs. Eyes trained on the floor before him.
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Kyla is has a clean shaven pussy and Matt's cock is about 10" when erect.
 
Lord Montebank:

"I understand you've both been trained is that correct slaves?
"Tell me of your training and your use by your former Master and Mistress."
 
Matt spoke first his voice smooth and certain.

"I have been primarily trained as a labor slave. I am trained in all types of equipments and can preform outside and indoor tasks. I have never been formally trained as a pleasure slave. Our previos owners wife merely cought me bathing and took a fancy to me. I simply gave her pleasure while her husband could not."

He paused wondering if that was enough but not stupid enough to ask questions.
 
Lord Montebank:

"I see. Well when her Ladyship returns from her shopping trip to the city that will change I assure you."

Looking at the female slave, "And you? Tell me all slave. Now."
 
Her voice was low as she spoke her body trembling lightly. She'd grown used to their old master... a portly man that simply demanded to fuck her and she'd let him... it wasn't really training.


"Yes M'lord... master...I... I was purchased with my brother... I was 16. So I began as a lady in waiting for the mistress... but the master was more interested in me then she was. He took me at 18 as his personal pleasure slave. If he wanted sex he came to me... they were bored with eachother so turned to us. It wasn't exactly training... I do as I'm told."
 
Lord Montebank:

"Of course you do. You're a slave and not doing as you're told will bring you agony as a lesson in obedience."

"Isn't that right? My words are now your laws aren't they? Disobey and learn the meaning of not pain, but agony so you never disobey again.
"Also if you ever attempt to escape I will personally cripple the legs of the one trying as they listen to the others screams and if it's both of you first one and then the other will listen as each of you scream until you can't scream again.
"Is that very clear to you both?"
 
Both immediately nodded,

"Yes Master."

The words had their desired effect. Matthew hated to see any pain whatsoever inflicted upon Kyra and he would do anything to prevent it.

Kyra however had been terrified and wished to run right then... but knowing she couldn't and not wanting to risk getting either of them hurt, she remained. Not that she could probobally move if she wanted to. Her body trembled and her mind heard over and over again his words... 'Disobey and learn the meaning of not pain, but agony so you never disobey again.'
 
Lord Montebank:

He rises from his chair and walks past you both with a curt order, "Heel slaves, on your hands and knees." Then slowly walks from the room and up the stairs to the second floor.

Turning right he goes to a room with a metal door, unlocks it and opens it the stands aside, "In slaves and up on your knees in the position I instruced downstairs.
"Unless told otherwise that is the position you will always be in when in my presence."
 
Once he had passed they shared a glance. He put a hand on her shoulder briefly assuring her it'd be ok. A small smile and they continued to follow.

Where could the mistress be he mused... wondering if she were thin or large, beautiful or ugly... the last had been large but also beautiful and had grown more so the more they coupled.

Kyla was simply hoping he would just fuck her and get it over with so she could go retreat to her room and her brothers caring arms.

They proceeded up the stairs, knees a little sore from the carpet and hard floors... Both entered the room, moving in front of him they took up their positions.

Kyra's eyes wandered around the room once before returning to the masters feet.
 
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Lord Montebank:

He enters and closed the door then walks over to stand between the two tall heavy beds without mattresses on either side of the room.

"Stand and each of you on one of the bed. Hands over your heads and legs wide apart," and he stands and watches you both.
 
It dawned on her then that he may plan on taking her in front of her brother. Her cheeks turned crimson but she did obey, slowly rising her muscles tense. She stepped towards the bed climbing up on top. As she raised her hands up her breasts became more pert. Her hands clasped eachother and she spread her legs apart...

'What could he have in mind..."


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Matt immediately rose and headed towards the bed waiting for the woman to make her arrival his anticipation growing with every second. He stood tall his hands behind his head and his muscles tensed, his body looking handsome and sculpted, his cock dangling softly between his legs.
 
Lord Montebank:

Once his new property was in place as instructed he went to the man's bed first and secured first his wrists over his head with shackles attached to chains bolted to the bed and then his ankles the same way.

Next a wide leather belt was strapped tightly across the tops of his hips and waist and then a strap just above each thigh.

He walked over and secured the woman next in exactly the same way and fondled her tits as he spoke to both of them.

"You're now mine. I bought, I own you and I can do anything I wish to and with you. You're my property.
"Neither my wife nor I like body hair, any body hair at all.
"This time I will shave you both, but after this you will shave each other.
"If Lady Montebank or I ever find stubble on either of you that area will be hurt so you learn it's to be kept hairless.
"It will be hurt by letting the hair grow out and then plucking it bare one tuft at a time.
"Is that very clear to you both?"
 
He stepped towards me shackling my wrists and ankles. My brows furrowed as I watched him bracing me completely wondering what his game was... This master was so organized... so explicit in all his directions. For a moment my eyes met his and I immediatley shifted them downward remembering the threat.

Kyla watched as he grew closer, a lump growing in her throat as he neared.

The shackles were the same, and surprisingly he did not fondle her as she had expected... her old master wouldn't have been able to resist. She bit her lip keeping her eyes low as she heard the instructions...

They both visibly shivered at the idea of the punishment and nodded in obediance.

"Yes Master."
 
Lord Montebank:

He continued to fondle and play with her heavy breasts and now began to pinch and roll her nipples too.

"Once I have shaved you both you'll be marked as my property, permanently marked. If you move as I mark you and it blurs I will do it again someplace else so it would behoove you to remain perfectly still."

Each of her nipples is pinched hard and twisted as he looks down at her face and into her eyes then he turns and opens a panel in the wall revealing a large closet.

Inside she can see a brazier with coals and next to it a kettle with steam coming out of the spout.

A bowl is moved and hot water added to it then he wheels over a cart with the bowl, a straight razor, shaving mug and brush and a towel.

The towel is wet in the water and squeezed out. Then folded and pressed hard to her crotch covering her labia and pressed between the lips and against her anus. It's not ubearably hot but it is very hot. There must have already been some water in the bowl.
 
OOC: Sadly I must get up early so I have to hit the hay, it's great rping with you though :) Hope to see you tommorow

IC:

She found herself glad at least his hands didn't wander anywhere else. Still she refused to look in her brothers direction, deeply disconcerted knowing he was there. Though he was not watching not wanting to see his sister fondled in such a way.

'permanently marked'

Her eyes widened and his face turned sharply towards her trying to see what he meant. She turned her eyes from his strong stare and looked towards her feet, then towards the closet that he'd opened.

Her brows furrowed knowing this would be permanent... not fucking like the other... this would be constant... forever.


She saw the steam and squirmed a little against the shackles that held her...

She inhaled deeply as the warm towel pressed against her. The feeling was not all that unpleasurable, despite the heat.... She pressed her lips together trying to remain still for him.

Matthew turned back away appeased that he was not doing her any real harm...
 
Lord Montebank:

He stood kneading the squeezing the flesh under the towel as the wet head sank in and was absorbed by her pubic hair to soften it and make shaving easier... on him not on her.

The towel was again wet and rung out and reapplied. A bit was pushed into each of her holes and left there as another was wet and wrung out.

It was carried over and slapped down onto the his crotch. His cock and balls were squeezed and a bit of the towel pushed into his ass to help hold it tight against his crotch.

He than returned to the woman and pulled her head to face him as he opened his robe exposing a most impressively sized hard cock, "Suck me my slave slut. Now."


OOC: And with you. If you use the PM it's easier to communicate. I've sent you a few and await replies. Just click on User's CP to access the 'Subscribed' stories as well as your PM's (Private Messages)
Look for you tomorrow. Sleep well. *s
 
Her rate of breathing increased a bit, as much of nerves as of pleasure. As he violated her each of her entrances with the rag she closed her eyes shutting off and letting him do as he pleased. This was what she'd always done with her previous master... let him get it over and done with.

Hearing the footsteps coming towards him Matt raised a brow keeping his gaze low and finding the feet of his new master. He watched his hands as the towel came closer.. he felt him press it against his cock and the heat caused it to swell only slightly. As he pressed it into his ass he took in a quick breath. He hadn't expected it but he tightened his ass holding it in place... trying his best not to anger the man.

'Suck me my slave slut. Now.'

That in combination with the sudden pressure on her neck jolted her from her daze. She was now face to face with the large purple head of his engorged member. She tried to forget Matt and closed her eyes again letting her lips suround the head of it. Her tounge swirling around the tip and teasing the slit of it just a bit. She designed her ministrations to get him to come as quickly as possible. Suddenly going halfway down his swollen member sucking as her tounge wriggled over it.
 
Lord Montebank:

He backs away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth and his wet cock, "Very good my slave. We'll continue it later, and more I assure you."

He moves and wet the shaving brush the rubs it in the mug. The towel is removed and the brush soapy brush is rubbed all over both pussy lips and her tighs and lower legs. More lather is added from the mug as needed until from the top of the hairline above her pussy down is covered with lather.

The brush and mug as set down and he picks up the straight razor and strops it as he looks at her face and eyes, "My slave very still is the idea. Move at the wrong time and something may be sliced off or severly sliced."

He begins at the top of your hair line and works downward. The cold steel of the razor slides over the skin he stretches taut and with every sweep another bare area is exposed.

When the top of her pussy is reached and all above is devoid of hair he moves and begins on the lower legs. Each leg is unfastened and more lather added to the backs of each leg in turn and then both are fully shaved up to the base of her ass cheeks and the crease where thigh meet pussy.

More lather is added to her pussy and now that's shaved. Each foot is slid along the table so the heel touches each ass cheek and then they're post pushed outward to fully expose her to the razor and his eyes. This position pulls her lips apart so he can see all of her pussy now, clit, slit and cunt, even her tight anus is exposed to his gaze.

One at a time each lip's shaved. Each is pinched and pulled, stretched and moved as needed and when he's finished there isn't a single hair remaining on it, nor any velis hair on her ass or around her anus either.

The towel is wet and used to wipe her down. Now without the hair as a bit of insulation, even though the water's cooled a bit the heat invading her pussy and cunt if far more noticible and again he kneads and squeezes as some of the towel is pushed into each of her holes.
 
He pulled back suddenly leaving her startled. She pursed her lips and wiped her mouth on her shoulder bowing her head. She closed her eyes as he began is work. She concentrated at first at staying very still, but soon his ministrations began to calm her. Everyone enjoys a little pampering, though this might not exactly be the same thing, it was none the less calming and somewhat enjoyable.

The position grew more and more awkward but she did precisely as being told only moving a tad when the hot water touched her newly bare cunt. She gasped slightly but then bit her lip quenching any further sound.

Quenching the soft squeels that might have come as he neaded and massaged her slit, the towel rubbing passed the clit causing soft waves of pleasure.
 
Lord Montebank:

"You'll learn to sing your slave's songs of passion and lust for me very soon.
"I'll drive you to distraction with need to release again and again before you've begged me well enough for me to consider granting it slave and if you climax without permission your oussy and cunt will pay the price.
"Is that clear slave?" he asks as a nipple is slowly pinched, twisted and stretched until its lifting the weight of your tit off your chest.
 
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