She moved towards the feet of her Mistress, tears preventing her from speaking, she kneeled, attempting to control the emotional shaking. The Mistress moved Her foot toward the sobbing girl, granting permission for her to hug Her leg. In this moment the girl found peace, serenity and absolution. Her sobs quieted and a sense of warmth filled her up. A hand brushed her hair, petting her softly, "You did well my sweet pet. I'm pleased." The Mistress's voice was smooth, strong and each syllable made the girl melt. Tears began flowing again, though out of joy from these words.
A few hours earlier the blonde, Gisele, had walked into her Mistress's house not knowing what to expect. The unassuming door opened into what appeared to be a suburban home, rich Mediterranean colors adorned the living room, the sun shining in from the open windows, but nothing could outshine Gisele's Mistress. She fell to her knees when she was before the Mistress, presenting herself for acceptance or rejection. Mistress approached, tall, lean form, long dark hair hanging down her back, dressed in a brown tank top, revealing her soft shoulders of pale skin, denim skirt and soft brown boots, an average beautiful women for all intensive purposes, though as she approached Gisele, her charisma and magnetism is apparent. Mistress leaned down to touch Gisele's head, welcome her to her home as she usually does. This moment of anticipation is heaven for Gisele, she waits for the touch, the moment she feels the warmth and strength in Her hands, it's like an arc of electricity every time. This time it was different.
This time Mistress grabbed Gisele's hair roughly, pulling her up so She could whisper in her ear, "You miserable little slut, today is going to be different, today you'll beg for it to be over. Today you learn the word "humility." Her voice was calm, it frightened Gisele, made her heart race, her breath quicken. The fire in Mistress's eyes and voice were unlike anything she had witnessed before. What was going to happen? What did She mean? Thoughts came at a mile a minute as her imagination began spinning out of control. She was half dragged to the kitchen, then thrown to the floor. She was splashed with soapy water when an old toothbrush was thrown into a nearby bucket. "You will *never* leave my floor in the filthy condition you did last time, so as a punishment you will scrub every inch with this toothbrush, is that clear?"
A sudden inability to talk prevented Gisele from answering, resulting in anger from Mistress. She kicked at Gisele, "Do you fucking hear me, you worthless slut?!" yelled Mistress. She had never heard Her yell, not at her. Tears began to form in her eyes, her throat becoming thick as the sobs began to build. Mistress became exasperated, "What the fuck am I supposed to do with a mute, idiotic slave like you? Can you fucking do what I've instructed or not?" Her voice even, firm, terrifying.
Gisele nodded, it was all she could muster. Tears began to fall off her nose as she started scrubbing the floor. With each sob Mistress mocked her a little more, "Really? You can't take a little constructive criticism? Such a pussy." Disgust clung to these words and stuck to Gisele like a film of grease you can't scrub clean. Mistress didn't let up, with each scrub of the brush, each tile completed, words assessing Gisele's lack of value were spat out like a dragon spits fire.
When the floor was done, Gisele was barely able to control her sobs, but Mistress made her stand for inspection, for an inspection unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She stood, sweating, body aching from being on her hands and knees on the tile floor for what seemed like hours, her legs in a wide stance, hands behind her head, awaiting her Mistress's words, a hope that the humiliation was over, yet a fear she knew it wasn't. Mistress paced around Gisele in a methodical circle, taking in her body. She then approached her from behind, pulled her shirt away from Gisele's body without any sense of gentleness and with a box cutter, began ripping the shirt from her body. The sound of the fabric tearing filled Gisele's ears and made her feel more exposed than merely being naked. Mistress's hands cut off the shirt, her shorts and underwear unceremoniously, leaving Gisele naked, trembling with fear and humiliation. Roughly, Mistress takes her hand and feels between Gisele's legs. It wasn't pleasant, it was hard, unfeeling, uncaring. Mistress laughs loudly, "You're such a slut your pussy is dripping wet." She raises an eyebrow, "I see you like being debased to your true level, don't you?"
With her hands behind her head, Gisele was unable to conceal anything from her Mistress, shame and excitement crossed her face before she turned red of embarrassment. She awkwardly cleared her throat, "Yes, Mistress."
"Yes, I know, lucky for you. Now is when the real fun begins." A menacing smile appeared on Mistress's face, it reminded Gisele of a cat playing with a moth. Mistress left the room for several minutes, though Gisele could hear voices, and not just female. Her heart raced faster as fear began to grip her imagination. She then heard the unmistakable laughter of her Mistress followed by footsteps, what seemed like a lot of footsteps. Out they came, Mistress wearing a strap-on and three naked, erect men, what they looked like didn't matter to Gisele, but what was going to happen was causing her knees to shake.
Mistress alleviated Gisele's knee issue, by grabbing her hair and forcing her to kneel, pushing her onto her hands and knees. She brought over the first boy, his cock bouncing as he approached, precum leaking out of the tip. Without a word, without an introduction or a glance, Mistress took Gisele's head and forced it toward the waiting cock. Gisele opened her mouth to suck in the cock, though he was already forcing it inside farther than she wanted. He was shoving it in so far she wasn't able to breathe and she began to gag. She pulled her head back enough so that she could suck it and he forced it in harder. The tears streamed down her face as she desperately tried to control her breathing and the relentless cock in her mouth.
She then realized hands were touching her, and mouths. Someone was pinching her nipple, teeth were nibbling on the other one roughly. She felt hands on her ass, moving up to her hips and then without notice, she was penetrated by what felt like a huge cock. Her body tensed and she felt searing pain as a hand smacked her ass, "Don't you fucking tighten up now, whore!" her Mistress bellowed. She attempted to relax, but with the merciless pace of stimulation everywhere, she wasn't certain she was. Her breasts were on fire, being sucked and bitten, pinched and slapped, her jaw was aching as her face was getting fucked, though it felt more like raped. Her pussy suffered with each thrust, she wondered if her body could take much more of this brutal ordeal. After was seemed like an eternity, the cock exploded in her mouth and she quickly, eagerly sucked down the hot liquid. Her mouth was now relieved of the forceful pain, though it was short-lived. Soon another cock found its way into her aching mouth, all the while she was being fucked harder and harder from behind. This new cock was smaller, so her mouth was more able to handle it as he attempted to fuck her throat. Gisele felt smug that she was able to handle him so easily, she even began getting into it and using her tongue to please him. His moans egged her on to do more.
She heard a dissatisfied huff from her Mistress, which was quickly followed by the cock that was in her pussy being rammed into her asshole. Her scream was stifled by the cock in her mouth, but the pain of the unexpected dick now forcefully driving in and out of her ass was so much bigger than she had ever felt. The sensation of pleasure and pain that flowed through her body made her float in and out of knowing what was happening. At some point she swallowed another load of cum and had another cock fucking her face, this one bigger than the first, though the wielder had a gentler style and liked shallow thrusts into her mouth. How long did this last? She couldn't tell, her body was crying out for more and simultaneously for it to stop. The cock in her mouth pulsated, ready to cum, but he pulled it out and sprayed it all over her face, the sticky warm liquid mixed with her tears and the slobber running down her chin.
Then Mistress pulled her up by her hair, the cock slid out of her ass, which she discovered was actually Mistress's strap-on, and Mistress rubbed the cum into Gisele's skin, then slapped her face roughly, discarding her on the floor to curl into a ball and cry. The men were let out and Mistress returned to Gisele to comfort her, make her whole again, tell her she was a good girl.
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