The Pet Show (Open)

[LitShark]

(This thread is WIDE open. We still have one pet unclaimed and could always use more pets, owners or judges. Post a bio on the OOC Thread before you join the show)


It was a sight that commanded attention, even amongst the sea of flashing lights that made up the lobby of the Palms Casino Resort. Vincent Schiraq strode into the lobby leading 7 girls by colorful leashes up to the check in counter. Each girl was dressed to represent a color,( Red , Orange , Yellow , Green, Blue , and Purple ) with a small backpack and leash that matched. Vince began to stand in the check in line only to have the Maloof brothers, owners of the casino come over and pull him from the line.

“Mr. Schiraq! Welcome to the palms you needn’t wait here, our most exclusive ‘Fantasy Suite’ all set up for you and your unique companions.” Gavin said with a grin, extending his hand to Vince with a grin. “It is a pleasure to have you back.”

Vince ignored the kindness and simply looked over at the girl to his far left. Black knelt before the owner of the casino and lavished his hand with a very sultry and passionate kiss.

“Our Master is very happy to be back. He looks forward to his stay.” The stunning girl said with downcast eyes. “Your hospitality is greatly appreciated, you and your brother are welcome to his pets, should any of us interest you.”

“Wha… Um well I…” Gavin was blushing and stammering, at the offer from this beautiful young slave.

“That won’t be necessary, thank you.” Joe had to intervene. “Please allow me to show you up to your room.”

“Our master wishes to play some cards first Sir.” Black replied, her head still bowed, “The others will be carrying his luggage to the room, you may escort them.”

Vincent let go the leashes in his hand that cascaded down from the girls’ color coordinated collars. In unison the girls dutifully attached their leashes to smaller bands on each of their right ankles. Forced by the leashes to keep their heads down the girls took up Vince’s massive convoy of black luggage.

Joe laughed softly to himself before leading the girls in the direction of the “Fantasy Tower” elevator.

Vince had become fully engrossed with the pet albino python which was draped over his neck. His pale hands stroked the scaly, white flesh of the snake as he gazed into its eyes and made faint kissey sounds at it. His other hand stroked from above as he held its head in place, eye level with him.

“Sir… The tables?” Black interjected softly but firmly.

“Oh yes!” Gavin was almost sick watching this man get so romantic with a snake after walking in with a harem of some of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. “Right this way.”

With that Black rose and Vince took hold of her collar, walking onto the casino floor, guiding her by the leash a few paces behind. Vince sat at the blackjack table with a casual flourish of his long white fur coat. He placed a stack of 10 $100 bills on the table which the dealer dutifully fanned out, inspected and traded for black chips.

“Sir… My master wishes to play alone, you may leave a room key with me and take your leave.” Black bowed to Gavin slightly and held out her hands to him eyes still downcast.

“Not at all, it’s my job to ensure that our guests’ every need is met, please let me get you two something to drink… or…”

“Sir… My Master is fully stocked with slaves, he requires only a room key from you.” Black’s tone, still melodic but firm now and slightly saucy, “If my Master requires anything, I assure you, I am far better equipped than you to fulfill his needs.”

Vince smiled at the dealer, flashing his piercing neon green eyes as he placed a $300 bet. Gavin reluctantly handed Black an envelope with several plastic key cards inside.

“Thank you Sir.” Black knelt low and kissed Gavin’s shoe before turning to face the table and gently rubbing Vince’s shoulders.

The dealer dealt the cards as Vince was still busy romancing his snake. The dealer dealt Vince an 18. She turned up a King. The dealer pointed at his hand signifying that it was his turn to act, as Vince was leaning his head down to his snake as if the reptile were telling him a secret.

Just as the dealer was about to move on to the next player Vince placed 2 fingers on the table and scratched at the felt signifying his desire for another card.

"Sir, you have 18. It would be wise to stay." The dealer warned, she and the other players at the table were both intrigued and disgusted by Vince's demeanor.

Vince just glared his eyes into the dealer's and signaled again for another card. Reluctantly the dealer turned over the next card, the 3 of clubs.

"Twenty one!" The dealer announced.

After the rest of the players took their cards the dealer flipped her down card, another 10. The dealer looked at her pit boss for a moment before swiping up everyone's money before paying off Vince at first base.

It was clear to everyone at the table that this was no ordinary man.

 

[LitShark]

Black: "Beautiful but Crazy"

After an hour or so at the card table Vince and his snake had a large stack of chips in front of them. The pit boss was now lording over the table convinced that he must be counting cards. His interaction with the snake seemed to be the only irregular behavior he displayed and he barely even looked at the cards. The attention was wasted because Vince’s long yawn signaled his boredom. The next hand came and he didn’t bother to put out a bet, he merely swept his hand into the massive stack of chips, sending them scattering and clattering onto the floor.

Vince rose and walked away from the table as Black frantically gathered the chips from the ground, snarling at anyone who dared even look at the mess of black chips scattered across the table and floor. Her arms full of chips she rushed after her Master, her arms full, and her face red.

A snap of his fingers and a point to the cage was his only instruction to Black as he made his way to the express elevator.

Black’s slender arms struggled to maintain the overflow of heavy plastic discs that she was now responsible for. Though he’d never counted them and barely paid attention to the game Black knew she was responsible for every single chip he’d had at the table, oversight of even one chip would have disastrous consequences for her. She would mostly be responsible for recouping his $100 on the strip, selling her body to strangers… or worse.

The sea of chips ebbed with the gentle heaving of her modest but firm breasts as she waited impatiently in line. Time away from her Master was like being a fish out of water, the very air around her drowning her in the absence of Him. A stranger saw her discomfort and smiled at her handing her a clear plastic rack for her chips.

“Big winner eh? Lucky you.” The handsome stranger smiled at her.

Black averted her eyes. “No thank you, my Master wouldn’t want me using shortcuts.” Black replied nervously, bowing her head still lower which caused her loose red tie to bunch up atop her pile of chips. “I appreciate your kindness, but it is wasted on a slut like me.”

“Oh come on now… You’re no slut.” The man seemed slightly thrown by her demeanor, but felt that she might be the vulnerable type that just needed a hand up. “C’mon, I’m sure this ‘Master’ of yours wouldn’t mind you easing your burden just a little. Hell he probably wouldn’t even find out… I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“You don’t know Him.” Black’s voice was growing sharper and she was beginning to tremble with frustration. “He knows everything, and if you keep talking to me you’ll get me in a lot of trouble. I am a slut Sir, I am His slut, and I am damn lucky to be so as undeserving as I am. Now please mind your business and leave me to mine.”

The man blushed at his rejection and turned around again.

“Beautiful but crazy… That’s Vegas for ya.” He muttered to himself.

 

[RotheAllure]

Black would not deny that she felt sorry for Purple. The words were sharp, and she knew, maybe more than any of the others, how much His words, let alone His actions, could hurt, could punish. Her own heart paused when she heard Him speak, knowing that weight of shame so very well.

She was perhaps, stronger, more independent of the others. But nevertheless, her entire life was wrapped up in Vincent. He had broken her, even tho He had managed to do that without permanent damage. The thought of shaming Him, of disappointing Him, of feeling His anger, was despairing to Black, more perhaps, than the others.

She let her eyes meet Purple's for a moment before the girl turned and started to get to her feet.

"No, crawl" Black quietly commanded. She was not fit to walk before Him right now. Purple nodded and slowly crawled out of the room. Black could hear her, and Yellow's crying. But it was their own fault. They were well trained slaves, not novices. They knew what they were, they knew why they were, they knew Whom they served.

“Red, Black, come and undress me. The trainers will be arriving soon, I want to look my best to greet them.”

Red heard Him beckon and quickly got to her feet and, passing the crawling Purple, made her way to the room.

Black stepped behind the Master, she allowing Red the pleasure of loosening and lowering His pants, allowing her the pleasure of being so close to... Him. She, on the other hand, leaning gently against His back, reached around and easily unbuttoned His shirt, pulling it slowly back, and off of Him. She was still leaning close enough that the warm touch of her breathing caressed His skin at the back of His neck, that sensative spot just between the shoulder blades.

Red had first slipped each of His boots off, along with the socks. Now His pants lay at His feet, she lifting each leg until He was free of them. Next came the boxers, which were slipped easily down and off. Black had stepped back, resisting the urge so deep inside her to touch Him, to beg Him to touch her. She was trembling slightly as she fought that craving. Red, on her knees before Him, simply gazed up at Him. "Please Master" she begged, letting her eyes focus on His maleness before her.

It was funny. All the others would beg for what they want, a prime example being Yellow, begging for the candy.

Black was different. When she begged, it was not out of want, or even need. She begged with love, with hunger, with a desire that she could not longer control. When Black begged, whether to touch Him, to be touched by Him, or even for punishment, which she HATED begging for, Vincent knew that she was submitting to Him with that begging, over and over again.

At the moment, Black was silent, her eyes peering over Him and Red, to the wardrobe. He would look so handsome in the black suit, she thought to herself, and a deep, emerald green tie, or shirt. That would accent His eyes, His striking green eyes. It was those eyes that came to her in her dreams at night. It was those eyes that Black often lost herself in.

 

[LitShark]

Red: The Loyal Shepherd

Red looked up at Vince pleading for his cock. Vince wasn’t really much in the mood for fucking, but Red’s big pleading eyes coupled with Black’s breath on his back made id difficult to say no. Of course, Vince always had trouble saying no to Red. She was possibly the most obedient of all of his pets (with the exception of Black and White), and often served as babysitter for the more silly and immature girls.

Red always did what she was told and even went beyond her orders, doing things that she knew were silently expected of her. Her devotion to Vince was iron clad, like all of the girls, but somehow she had a deeper connection or sympathy for him, knowing what he needed sometimes before he did.

This moment seemed to be no exception, as his 9” cock was beginning to slowly fill with blood. Red watched intently licking her lips as it slowly hardened. Vince finally nodded his head at Red who eagerly dove upon his member, taking it gratefully into her warm moist mouth. Vince reached back to grip Black’s hair and pull her face forward enough for him to engage her in a deep and passionate kiss.

 

[RotheAllure]

As Red gratefully licked, suckled, swallowed the Master's cock, Black let her eyes close. She liked the sounds of suckling, those soft mewling purrs that often came from one of the girl's lips when she was pleasuring Him. Black, more often than not, was laying at the foot of His bed while He was being serviced, at one time she was chained there, but no longer. She would not move once He pointed there, not until He beckoned for her. Often she heard Him with the others, the sounds of sex, mating, fucking, sucking, whatever He desired at that moment in time.

Sometimes it was pleasure......

Other times, it was pain....

She had heard it all.

She had felt it as well.

The sounds from Red were quite familiar to Black, her own breathing deepening as her own hunger, arousal, awakened. His fingers grasping her hair, pulling her to Him. The kiss was deep, her tongue welcoming His, curling around, dancing, caressing, massaging, tasting Him. Her own soft mewling whimpers quivering from her lips to His, the sounds mingling with Red's louder moans as she suckles.

She gently slid against Him, letting Him feel the curve of her body, trembling to be so near to Him, the warmth of her flush on her skin. It had been awhile for Black, Vincent had been so busy with so much, and the other girls often needed more attention than she. She, again, was not one to beg for it, unless she was so hungered she could no longer fight that desire so deep inside of her. Black was deeply in love with Vincent, not something she admitted to easily. To love left one more vunerable, something Black understood all too well. She felt herself on the edge of begging, it had been so long, or so it felt. Her soft whimper slipped into the kiss, a quiet "please" fed to Him, and Him alone. Red did not even hear her, but then again Red was too busy with what she was doing to care.

 

[LitShark]

Vince smiled against Black’s lips, He had hoped that she desired Him as much as He desired her at this moment. The kiss broke suddenly and Vince yanked Black’s head back, craning her neck back uncomfortably. Vincent slowly ran His tongue down her jaw line and neck until He reached her collar. His whisper washed huskily over her now damp and quivering skin.

“Remove your panties and present yourself to me over the bed.” Vince whispered, speaking from his chest in an attempt to sound less child-like.

As Black rushed to comply He pulled Red back by the hair, pulling His cock from her hungry lips with an audible pop. It was followed by discontented whimpers and moans.

“Stop your whining this instant… Go suck Black’s clit if you’re so hungry.” Vince smirked. “You can take pleasure in my balls slapping your face slut.”

Vince pushed Red over to the side as he turned his attention to Black.

 

[littlewaif]

Yellow was sniffling in shame, laying her arms on the floor, her cheek pressed against them as she cried.... and then those sounds started... those sounds . Of him. Touching her sisters.... of pleasure.... of him. Always one to beg, she edged to the closed door of the room like a little cat, and licked at the corner of it, knowing this could only end with her being punished, and yet, as with candy, she lost her logic when thinking of having her Master in her mouth. Her whimpers rose low in her throat, a tiny, baby beg. It would have gone unnoticed to any Master less aware than Vince. But... then... he was no ordinary man.

 

[cutelilsub]

"Thank God" Red thought to herself as her Master allowed her to honour His cock...she was so desperate for His beautiful member but would never outwardly beg for it, still too much pride down deep for that. Following orders was one thing and anticipating His needs another, but to show complete servitude to grovel was not in her...though it didn't show.
Red loved her Master's cock so very much that is was a joy to lick, kiss and suck it whenever He allowed her to do so. Her mind was so involved in the taste, the sound and the scent of Him that she didn't even hear when He spoke to Black. All she was aware of was his hand grabbing her hair (which she liked so it only fueled her on in her endevours) but then she felt His precious cock being ripped from between her lips! She was so shocked by His removel that a little whimper slipped out with it and she sat back wondering what was happening. A pout was just about to form automatically on her face when He told her she could pleasure Black instead...that was her second favourite thing to do so, with a little grin she scampered to the end of the bed leaning her head back onto the mattress and waited patiently for Black to get into position above her.

 

[RotheAllure]

His lips along her throat felt like the touch of fire to her skin. The whole of her form was trembling, her hunger, her arousal, was becoming overwhemling. He also knew what buttons to push, what to say, how to say it. Very few words turned Black on, and He knew that. His commands to her were often one or two words, or just an action. As well trained as she now was, that was all she needed.

Her panties were off in an instant, and, just as He wished, she was bent over the bed, her ass and sex bared and open to Him. Red was nicely positioned between her very wide spread thighs, and already Black could feel her sister's tongue beginning to lick at her already wet and dripping pussy. As soon as the tip of that soft tongue found, and lavished her clit, Black nearly cried out, she gripping the bed, head buried in the soft sheets.

"PPPlease Master" she whispered, He, without word or touch, making her beg. Making her submit again to Him, she no longer having control of what she needed, of her own pleasure of feelings. Her hips rocking slightly to the ministrations of her sister, skin flush, heat radiating over her, her long crimson mane spilling out about her head like a firey halo.

Black was a loud one, when He chose to take her. Already she was mewling and moaning in anticipation.

 

[littlewaif]

Yellow was not the most well-behaved of Vincent's submissives. Perhaps it was part of what drew him to her... not her occasional insolence, but her incontainable childish spark, her insuppressable bubbly angelic-ness when paired with the spine-chilling sinfulness that each of the girls, under Vincent, embraced. She was truly suited by the title of pet... Like the most well-behaved show dog, she could be high-maintainence at times, at times needy, whiny, or pouty, but she was most assuredly one of the most cuddly, adoring, doe-eyed creatures Vincent had ever seen. Because of this, she almost took the role of pet even to her fellow submissives. She would occasionally follow Blue or Orange around, nipping their toes (occasionally even when they were in the middle of a task) until they turned around to pay attention to her, and then she would roll onto her back, grinning sweetly up at them, tummy exposed. When sleeping at the foot of Vincent's bed, she loved snugglign around his toes, to keep them warm, just for the contact of him. When he got home, she always raced anxiously to him, wiggling with excitement. She took an immense amount of pleasure in pleasing him and found it difficult if not impossible to honor punishments which required her absence from him. She nosed again at the shut door, knocking against the doorframe softly and whimpering. He knew of, adored, and abused her oral fixations, and took some amount of pleasure in denying her what her tiny, trembling little body most desired, a cock, or even Black's clit, in her mouth. She heard Black's signature mewlings and snivelled, knocking her head softly against the thick door. Her sisters, as they sometimes did, stared at her in disbelief, and awe, like watching a train wreck about to happen. But Yellow would risk the harsh words, the sharp strikes, or anything else Vincent could dish out, just to rescind the punishment of his absence... aloneness... denial. That was the one punishment she could not bear.

 

[LitShark]

Vincent took a small moment to look down at his pets. Red was dutifully tending to Black’s clit as she was spread open, wide, waiting, desperate for Him to fill that void. That void they all had that only He could fill.

“Listen well my son.” Vincent’s father had often told him when he was young. “Every woman, no matter who she is or how well off she might be. Every woman has a hole in her heart, and it is connected to the hole between her legs. All you need to do is figure out how to fill it, but fill it completely.”

The words of his father were suddenly driven from Vincent’s mind as he positioned himself behind Black, the words were driven out by faint whimpers and subtle licks at the door-frame. The sounds were very faint, but Vince heard them, like the sounds of a stray cat. No, they were smaller but more desperate, like that of a starving rat.

Luminous green eyes locked with White’s pink albino eyes from where it was perched upon a branch in its glass atrium. The huge snake quickly acted, Vince’s gaze communicating all that needed to be said without a single word. The serpent rose over the edge of its glass enclosure and slid its 9’ body down onto the plush carpet.

Once on the floor, the snake wound its way quickly over to the door and coiled its body up just behind the door. Vince was sliding the head of his cock slowly and gently up and down Black’s wet folds, from the top to the bottom where it encountered her clit and Red’s tongue.

“Rather than stalking me from outside why don’t you come in,” Vincent beckoned to Yellow. “Since you’re so impatient to receive your punishment.”

His offer was eagerly accepted by Yellow who threw the bedroom door open, only to encounter White rearing back, hissing and bearing his teeth. Yellow stumbled out of the way of his strike, her ass tumbling back a few steps. The python’s long and massive body looped under her arm and around her neck, slowly tightening more and more, turning her face bright red. White then proceeded to drag the young waif of a girl across the rug to the feet of his master just as Vince let loose a thrust that pounded his massive cock into Black’s tight, clenching twat.

 

[littlewaif]

Yellow sputtered and gagged wordlessly up at him, her eyes watering as she struggled for breaths. She was like a soft little animal, dying. Her eyes showed no anger, or fear, or resentment, just apologies and shame. She was at least near to him, now. Her tiny little body was flung to his feet by the snake, and she was left bruised by the crushing dominance of the elegant white creature and gasping at his feet. She knelt and licked the carpet fevrently at his feet. Her sisters watched from outside the open door with concern, interest, and perhaps, arousal. Yellow choked softly, the faint taste of chocolate still stinging her mouth like venom. Black and Red seemed entirely too absorbed in their own actions to notice-- but Yellow knew that at least on Black's part, this was untrue. Vincent barely took his eyes off of Black as his words bit worse than the snake might have...

 

[cutelilsub]

"Oh how gloriously lucky i am...we are" thought Red as she seductively used her tongue to pleasure her sister slowly but deliberately. We have the honour of our Master's attention as well as the knowledge that we belong to Him fully, so safe and secure....mmmmmm, she partly thought and actually hummed into Black's warm, juicy pussy! This caused a moan to escape her sister's lips as well.
From her vantage point on the floor with her head fully back on the bed, Red could see the beautiful breasts of Black resting on the mattress as her head went down into the sheets. Never taking her mouth from Black's clit, Red tentively reached up over Black's smooth belly and slipped both her hands under the perfect breasts and began to tweak the nipples.
"Lucky, yes....very lucky..." was all that crossed Red's drifting mind and she, once again, found herself completely lost in the act of lapping and sucking another's sex when suddenly, her chin was pummelled by her Master's huge balls and she was pushed down into the mattress by His deep thrust into Black.
"Boy, i really do have to start paying closer attention to what's happening around me!" Red told herself as she was nearly smothered but Black's cock filled pussy. However, this didn't even have her skip a beat as she continued to move her tongue but a bit lower to encorporate His heavy balls as He stayed deep in Black's pussy for a moment or two.

 

[LitShark]

"Stand over there," Vincent commanded Yellow as he pointed over to the far side of the bed. "Bend over with your ass facing the bed and pull your shorts down. You'll recieve your punishment from me and nothing more. You don't even deserve to be in my presence you misbehaving little slut!"

Vincent pounded Black's pussy with the same intensity that he berated Yellow with. White meanwhile climbed up onto the bed, waiting for Yellow to comply so that he would be ready to inflict her punishment. White served as an extention of Vince's wrath, serving as a living tool of both bondage and punishment. His usefulness was obvious to a sadistic bastard like Vince.

"For sneaking behind my back, you get 1 and 20. For interrupting me you get 1 and 10 more." Vince said sternly, forcing Yellw to watch the cock she craved disappear into Black over and over.

Punishments with Vince always had two numbers, the second number represented lashes from White's tail. Vince had trained it to use it body like a whip and deal long welts to the asses of girls who misbehaved. The first number was the one the girls feared the most as it represented actual strikes from the horrifying serpent. Though the python had no venom, its teeth were still very sharp and its bite was nothing pleasant.

 

[littlewaif]

Yellow had a bad bad habit of only making things worse. She didn't know when to stop and she always reasoned "Since I'm already in trouble, I might as well TRY... And her tongue was made... to beg.

"Master, can't I at least have part of my punishment from... from you. Please?"

She obeyed his commands, and found herself exposed, bent over, and sniffling back tears.

 

[RotheAllure]

Black could hear, and comprehend what was happening around her, with Yellow, White, and Vincent. But she was too lost in the pleasure that now coursed thru her body to even think of responding or taking any kind of control of the situation with Yellow, not that she could at this point. He was in control, He would deal with her.

All Black could concentrate on was Red's tongue, and His cock, thrusting in and out of her soaking pussy. Each dip within her was met with her sex tightening around Him, a sheathe of pure heat and moisture, drawing Him in deeper. Black, as stated before, was loud, and her moans mingled with the sound of Vincent's voice and Yellow's whimpers. She tried to keep a bit quieter by burying her face into the bedding as He rocked continously into her. Her own body, hips, bucking back to meet His, riding Red's lips and tongue at the same time.

The bed groaned beneath her as He plunged deeper into her. Black finally lifting her head to cry out to Him, her voice heard thruout the large suite...

"MMMMMASTERRRRRR...OHHHHHHHH GODDDDD MASTER" Only He could make her scream like that. More often than not, when others took her, of course with His permission, Black was almost silent, moaning and purring, but her screams of passion and submission were reserved only for HIM....

She was soooo close to climaxing, yet dared not, not until permission were given, not until He allowed it. Her clit was pulsing under Red's talented tongue, her sweetness feeding the girl, His cock filling her, brushing the inner depths of her cervix as He took her.

 

[LitShark]

The intense pleasure Vincent was getting from Black’s talented clenching pussy was exquisite. The beautiful orifice only driving Him on, to thrust harder, more insistently with greater purpose. The sound of flesh slapping flesh rose like the crescendo of music to accompany her building moans of delight. Vince knew the sound of a girl on the verge, but His girls knew better than to cum without His permission at any point, He decided to add to Black’s misery by increasing Yellow’s misery in time with Black’s pleasure.

“NO you cannot dictate to me the means or manner in which you are punished! Nor can you decide when you are to be rewarded!!! It is this very sort of foolishness that has landed you in this trouble to begin with.” Vince’s face reddened and His hips echoed the same furious intensity, “I thought that I had trained you well but apparently my hard work was wasted on a worthless whore like you! I ought to throw you back to the streets and leave you to fend for yourself since you think you’re calling the shots! Go where I told you this INSTANT or leave my room immediately!”

The words felt like daggers even to Vince as he spoke them, it was as if He could feel each brutal phrase cutting deep into Yellow’s comfort and self esteem. Lord knows she needed to be knocked down a few pegs. Black was now a knot of tension as she wrestled with her own climax, her young virile body a knot of tensed muscle.

“You want to cum don’t you?” Vince mocked with a cocky grin on his lips, “I’ll tell you what, from the time Yellow gets into position, I want you to count backwards from 30. Once I hear you say Zero, having said each number to my satisfaction, THEN you can cum.”

It was like the perfect device of torture. The slower one of His pets walked to her gallows the slower the other would be to mount her “stairway to heaven”. Yellow’s reluctance to receive her punishment from White would only prolong Black’s suffering from absorbing his pleasure without release.

Vince’s long and elegant cock slammed into Black time and time again, sending her wails up toward the rafters of their spacious suite.

“Take that dick you fuckin’ slut. You’d better hope Yellow is a good girl for a change!”

 

[littlewaif]

Yellow's face was reddened with tears. She was dishevelled and sniffling, as she slowly, childishly, toed her way toward to bed and leaned over. She dared tiny glances up at her Master, suddenly halfway eager for her punishment, wanting it to be over so that he would look at her with sweetness again. Leaned over the bed, she was dangerously near to Black, and Yellow became absorbed in the pleasure eeking out of Black's every pore. She basked in it, envied it. Vincent had an amazing power... Yellow was drawn in, intoxicated, even by the look on the face of a girl he was taking.

Yellow was young, innocent, eager, and often, naive. She had heard from Black and Vincent both several times that every girl had a place in his life, and his heart. And she knew, KNEW, that Black had been punished more severely than she probably had in her life... But at times like this when she was the dirt on his shoes, and the source of his shame... and Black was beautiful, groaning in heat, the receptacle of His pleasure... she envied Black. Vincent knew this. He knew everything, it seemed. And the utilized it fully to sharpen the sting of her punishment.

The snake slithered up the bedpost and in perfect synchronozation with Vincent's beautiful cock, and Black's trembling, bell-like voice, the punishment began. "One," Yellow counted off, as the girls had been trained to do. "Two," the slams of his cock and the trembling desperate voices of Yellow and Black, her sisters, were a dark, sweet, mantra to talented Red, who's tongue slipped into the rhythm of pleasure and pain... The symphony Vincent was best at conducting.

The snake's tail burned into her flesh with the lashes. "Three." Sob. Sniffle. Shame. Envy. Black's moans. Master's pounding. Red's gorgeous, lashing tongue. "Four." Teeth grit. Sob. Sniffle. Shame.

 

[RotheAllure]

The words were not even directed at Black, yet she could not help but wince at the chill that eminated from Him. For Black, and perhaps this was true of most of His pets, His words could rip her apart so much deeper, faster, than anything else He could, would, and has done to her. For a moment, and only a moment, she was back in the darkness of His dungeon, and yes, He had a dungeon in His home. She was chained to the wall, unable to see, the darkness was so complete. She was alone, so utterly alone, except for His words. "Worthless" "Whore" "Useless" "Alone" "Unwanted" "Unloved" "Throw You out" She shuddered at the memory, even as Vincent was pounding into her pussy.

She would make a point of searching Yellow out later and speaking to her.

Casting that thought, that memory of her training at His hands aside, Black screamed out again as He drove into her, His cock seeming to want entrance into her very womb. Black grasped the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets, her nails almost tearing thru. Beneath her, Red kept lapping at her, as much in control of Black as Vincent was at the moment.

Desperately she fought the climax that threatened to defy her Master and crash over and thru her.

“You want to cum don’t you?” Vince mocked with a cocky grin on his lips, “I’ll tell you what, from the time Yellow gets into position, I want you to count backwards from 30. Once I hear you say Zero, having said each number to my satisfaction, THEN you can cum.”

Tears slid down Black's cheeks, an outward sign of her frustration, her need, her desire, her hunger to release, to cum for Him, with Him, over His still thrusting, pistoning cock.

"pppplease Masterrrrr" her begging slipping from trembling lips. Her eyes, mere slits, focused on Yellow. Watching her move, ever sooo slowly.

"Take that dick you fuckin’ slut. You’d better hope Yellow is a good girl for a change!”


Yellow and Black locked eyes, as Vincent continued to fuck Black's sopping wet, silken, tight, grasping pussy.

Her own voice and Yellow's spoke in unison as each counted off. Black's was slightly deeper than Yellow's, a melodic sounding voice that was easily heard and understood.

"One.................. Two....................... Three.......................... Four.................."

Black saw and heard White's punishing strikes to Yellow's bared flesh, she knowing that pain all too well. She still bore scars from White's teeth on certain tender parts of her body, another part of her training in the darkness of that dungeon.

Her body writhing, she was loosing the battle to keep the climax at bay, and knew her punishment would be 10 fold what Yellow's was if she dared to release before He desired her too. If Red were not laving her clit, she would have had an easier time of it.

"MMMMMaster..... Five............................... Six.................... Ohhhh goddddddd ppplease....... Seven....... "

 

[LitShark]

SMACK!!!

In one motion Vincent’s hand came down upon Black’s ass, leaving a bold red imprint of all five of His fingers distinctly spread over her creamy flesh. The same motion brought His hips backward wrenching his cock from her silky folds, leaving her cruelly and abruptly vacant, empty, longing.

“Since when are you too good to listen to me Black?” Vincent’s voice was cold and dangerous. “Did I ask you to count upward from 1 or did I distinctly tell you to count backward from 30?”

Vincent waited a beat for her answer. Meanwhile He watched His trusty serpent arching its body in a large semicircular arc and then whipping its hind quarters over the top like a baseball pitching machine. The satisfying crack of its thin tail against Yellow’s tender flesh echoing over and over, leaving beautiful welts behind which she dutifully counted. Vince glanced down briefly, His hypnotic green eyes meeting Red’s for a moment. In that momentary glance He communicated everything He wanted to her. The glance said, “Do a good job and make her cum without permission and it’ll be you receiving the cock.” Vince guessed it was Yellow’s counting that led Black astray, but He knew He could not allow such things to slip, otherwise His pets too would soon be slipping.

SMACK!!!

Another sound clap on Black’s ass, just under the hem of her skirt played background to His cock thrusting back into her. This thrust was harder than those before had been, He was using His cock as an instrument of pain in this moment, not one of pleasure. It was now a means of driving her inexorably toward an end she desired with her entire body but was not yet allowed to embrace.

“Start over…”

The words sounded almost like a death knell. It was a direct command as well, one Black would need every ounce of her strength and willpower to complete.

 

[RotheAllure]

Black's cry was cut off. Yes she was loud when howling in pleasure, but when punishment was given, Black almost always went silent. She had errored, and had not even realized it. She had let Yellow's plight get to her, and she had not done as He had commanded. How had she slipped like that?

“Since when are you too good to listen to me Black?” Vincent’s voice was cold and dangerous. “Did I ask you to count upward from 1 or did I distinctly tell you to count backward from 30?”

She wasn't too good, and she knew it. Black was nothing without Vincent, nothing. Her face, despite the fucking, despite the pleasure, despite the heat she was feeling, went pale.

"Start over"

Red was still lavishing her clit with her tongue and when those words, growled from His lips, came forth, it was as if He were talking to Red. Black felt Red's lips brush her swollen clit, and her eyes flew open wide. She felt her body shudder, as she desperately fought the orgasm, never mind the pain from His hand smacking her backside so hard that she could feel the skin burning, never mind Him plunging His cock so hard inside her thight sheathe that she thought she felt His balls slipping inside her, another wash of her fluids soaking Him. Her pussy clenching, spasming, Black tensing her entire body as she fought the release that was so desperate to come forth.

"I am nothing without You Master" she whispered, her lips quivering, it was her need coming thru, her submissiveness showing, those words having been something she had been made to repeat over and over again when He was breaking her. When she whispered that, He knew she was breaking again, slowly, at least at the moment.

Yellow's voice could be heard..... "Seven................. Eight.............. Nine" the smack of the snake's body hard against the girl's skin, the red welts already forming.

Black took a deep breath. She wanted to beg Red to stop, cease, slow, something, but Black knew that Red would NOT disobey Him, not now, not in the mid of this.

"Thirty................ Twenty Nine.......................... Twenty Eight...................... Twenty...... Seven........ Twenty...... Six................ Twenty Five" Black was struggling, her voice wavering as Red suckled deeper on that clit, and His cock buried itself over and over again into her tensing sex. Biting at her lower lip, she fought the climax back again, and again, but knew it was a losing battle, or so it seemed. Black was very strong when she needed to be. She just prayed He would not say the word and then rescind it, that would be torture, and one she was not sure she could fight. Just the word cum threatened to send her careening over the edge, let alone what He and Red were doing to her.

 

[cutelilsub]

Red was so torn. Torn between her "alliance" with her sister and her complete and total devotion to their Master. And, not to mention the fact that it was heaven to taste Black and the more she lapped and nipped at her clit the more there was to taste...so glorious.
Then there was also the reward of His cock to consider and with her own juices now flowing freely from her own pulsating pussy Red gave into her most primal urge and increased her attention on the wonderfully swollen nub that was now pressing itself into her mouth, almost urging her on.

It was amazing to Red the amount of emotions that went into this decision or that there was even a decision to make, since she was usually so automatic in her response to Him. Normallly she would have just understood His silent command and immediately set to following it without thought or question. Now she was conflicted at why there had been any thought, any hesitation...
Not wanting to go there, Red made her last decision and that was to do the best job she could for Him and make Him proud of her enough to reward her.

although there was that lingering thought....sorry Black....which faded away into the sounds and scents of the pussy above her face as Red concentrated harder on making Black cum.

"Twenty four....twenty three"....was all Red heard over the slapping of Master's balls on the dripping slit above her as well as on her own soaked chin.

 

[RotheAllure]

Black's eyes were tightly closed. She was moaning continuously now, a keening sound that sang from her lips. Her fingers were white she gripping the sheets so tightly as her body rode the waves of pain, pleasure, humiliation, fear, shame, that coursed thru her.

Another suckle, and Black screamed out. She almost.... ALMOST.... orgasmed..... her heart was pounding so wildly she thought for sure it would burst thru her chest. She knew this was a loosing battle. Deep down inside she knew, yet she fought it with every ounce of strength she had.

"Twenty..................... Two..... Twenty .............One....... TTTwenty.................Ohhhhh godddddd"

He pounding into her pussy with that thick length as she desperately tried to keep counting down.

 

[LitShark]

Vince smiled, it was a dark and bizarre type of theatre watching Black wrestle with the needs of her own body in her attempt to comply with His demands. After she reached twenty Black began to trail off, and Vince certainly wasn’t going to make things any easier for her.

“I can’t hear you!” Vincent declared as he grasped her long flowing, strawberry hair. “You aren’t going to CUM before I allow you are you slut?”

The next thrust was coupled with a strong yank of her gorgeous flowing mane, bringing her upper body up off the bed and pushing her clit farther forward into Red’s mouth. The girl was a mess of moans and wails as she tried to keep her orgasm at bay. To Vince she resembled an unfortunate soul trying to stop a broken dam with a Dixie cup.

Another sold spank from Vince brought her back to reality again, she still had not cum, and was a mere twenty seconds from being allowed the release she so richly craved, twenty seconds of focus and she could have her moment and remain on his good side.

Black stood at a crossroads, Vince’s body was pushing her violently down the road that would lead her to shame, pain and an orgasm that would be mingled with all those negative emotions that came with disappointing Him. Down the other road was the glorious, exquisite and pure pleasure of an untainted and hard earned orgasm which would be big enough to power the entire city of Vegas 20 seconds from now.

It was just a question of how strong Black could be.

 

[littlewaif]

Yellow had her arms curled around herself, trying to stay strong as the room quaked around her and her sisters. She was counting, steadily, but her body was shaking wildly with pain. This was what he did. He tore the world apart for his girls, and they had to do their best to stay afloat in Him. "Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve." Her eyes locked with Black's beautiful eyes. Black was almost like a Mistress to her. Yellow so often begged for guidance from those she loved... not verbally, just with her soft, kitten-ish, naive demeanor. She knew Black had a special place in her heart for Yellow, and it was an awkward role reversal, but she kept her watering eyes tied with Black's watering eyes, giving her strength, and a silent message... "You're strong," her eyes reminded Black with adoration, "you're strong, and you love our Master just as much as I do... be strong with me and we'll both get through this." Though they were saying different numbers now, their voices still purred together "Thirteen. Fourteen."