Molly's Slavery Pt 5, 6 +7

Chapter 5 - Molly chooses a new life

Marcus set down his paper and stared at the door. Who could be ringing his doorbell now? He'd just got rid of a salesman about a half hour before. He just wasn't in the mood to talk to those guys. Lazily he made his way to the door and opened it, prepared to give whoever was on the other side the brush-off and go back to the sports page. What he saw standing on his doorstep threw that plan out the window.

There before him stood a woman. She was a young woman, slim and sexy, with dark blonde hair piled loosely on her head. She wore a short dark red sleeveless dress with a full zipper down the front, and red sandals. Nothing fancy, but the effect it had on him was amazing. Whatever she was selling he just might consider buying!

The woman lifted her eyes from the ground and gave him a nervous look. Her hands seemed to fidget together, and she chewed on her lower lip.

"Hellooooo there." He whistled. "And what can I do for you today?"

She looked at him with a glimmer of disappointment, or was it just her nervousness he wondered. He cleared his throat and backed out of the doorway, remembering his manners and motioning her inside.

"Please, come in. I'm Marcus."

"I'm well aware of that." She said, stepping into the house and waiting while he gently closed the door behind her.

"Oh? You are?" He looked at her with narrowed yes. Was there something familiar about her? He couldn't be sure. "Have we met before?" He asked her.

She sighed. "You don't remember me." She said, dropping her eyes to the floor and half turning towards the door. He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and gave her a heartthrob grin.

"Give me a clue?" He said, lifting one eyebrow teasingly.

She gulped. It was now or never. She lifted trembling fingers to the zipper of her dress and began to pull it down. All the way down! Her hands reached for the collar and slowly the dress slid down her shoulders and onto the floor. She wore absolutely nothing underneath.

Marcus swore under his breath, his eyes riveted on her large tits. No doubt about it, he'd know those tits anywhere! He quickly lifted his gaze to her face.

"Molly!?"

She smiled, almost laughed. "So you remember my tits more than my face hmm?" she teased him.

He grinned. Oh those tits! For weeks he'd dreamed of them. Every time he'd closed his eyes he'd seen them, bound, purple, beaten. Those wonderful tits!

"You weren't wearing that much make-up before." He said, matter-of-factly.

She laughed. "I wasn't wearing any make-up that night... except cum all over my face."

He laughed with her, then gave her body a long appreciative look. "So, what are you doing here? he asked. "Where's ol' Josh?"

She raised one corner of her mouth. "Josh and I split up about 3 months ago."

"Noooo!" Marcus looked surprised.

She shrugged. "Ya. It was the sex. He just couldn't...couldn't.... ummm...." she looked at the floor, blushing.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Was it my fault?" Marcus remembered how it hadn't taken much to knock the wind out of Josh's sails. A lot less, as a matter of fact, than Molly wanted. Maybe it had been a bad thing for him to go there and bring that fact to the surface. God knows, he'd had trouble forgetting her himself afterwards.

She was shaking her head as he returned from his thoughts. "No, not really. I'd been reading and looking on the net for a long time. I went in with my eyes open, I knew what I wanted. Josh wanted it too. It was definitely the most amazing night of his life. Watching me treated like a worthless slave was his dream fantasy, and he got it. It's just that I.... well.... once was not enough for me."

Marcus nodded, since there didn't seem to be any other appropriate response. He had known Molly would want more. He had wondered if Josh would be able to give it to her.

"So, did you guys ever do it again?"

"With anyone else? No." She shook her head. "He tried to do it to me, but it wasn't the same. He couldn't ... he couldn't hurt me."

Marcus nodded again. "When you love someone, it's hard to see them hurt, hard to be the one hurting them. It held him back from giving you what you craved."

She chuckled a little. "Yeah. The best he ever gave me was the night he left. I'd told him it was over, I wanted a divorce. We talked... argued... about the reason. He told me if I wanted him to hurt me like that, he'd damn well hurt me good. He was so angry. He tied me up and tied up my tits, and beat them with his belt til he had no more strength in his arm. I kept crying to him no, not that way, not in anger, but he kept beating them. I think the last straw was when I orgasmed from the whipping anyway, anger or not. He told me I was a filthy slut and he didn't want to be around me anymore."

"Ouch!" Marcus winced.

"Yeah. Well at least he untied me before he left." She chuckled.

Marcus was looking at her tits again, imagining Josh whipping them in his anger; imagining her cumming as the belt lashed across the ravaged mounds. She made a sound that brought him back to the present, and looked up at her face again.

"What are you doing here then... naked in my entryway?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. There was only one reason he had ever wanted her in his house, naked, and it might be too much to hope that that was what she was actually there for.

She blushed. She'd thought this through for a long time. She'd practiced what she would say to him, over and over in her head; how she would offer herself to him. Slowly she lowered herself to her knees. She placed her wrists together and lifted her hands upwards slightly towards him.

"I'm here to.... give you a gift... if ...you want it."

"What gift?" He said, his eyes beginning to burn with desire. He was quite sure now that he knew what she meant, but humiliation was part of his protocol, and she might as well start now.

She blushed slightly. "My... body."

He smiled, looking down at her as he started walking around her as one might inspect an animal at auction. "It's a nice body. Certainly those tits have proven themselves useful. But it may be a higher price than you're willing to pay?"

She looked at him, not sure what he meant. Softly she whispered. "Please." her eyes almost pleading, but trying not to. He figured her tits must be absolutely aching for pain right about then, and her cunt was probably dripping wet. Lord only knew he ached to touch them, to hurt them! Instead he went to sit down and motioned her to kneel in front of him. She crawled to the spot and kneeled obediently.

"Listen." He said to her in a straightforward voice. "The things I did to you back then.... that was only the tip of the iceberg." She nodded silently, her eyes compelling him to go on. "Let's get a few things straight, right off the top. If I accept your gift.... there will be a lot for you to endure. I have a fully equiped dungeon. I would take you there often and use any toy, any whip, any mechanism I pleased on you. The tit whipping I gave you was nothing compared to what I can give. What Josh gave you was nothing let me tell you! My slaves have to endure pain for my pleasure... and their own."

He stared down at her, but she was silent and motionless, except for a small nod of her head. He went on. "I would also expect you to be naked at all times in the house. No matter who was here. If the mailman comes to the door and I tell you to answer it, you answer it.... naked. If a repairman or deliveryman comes by.... you're naked. Fact of life. You'd have to live with that."

Again he eyed her closely but she didn't waver. "I'd use you lots! You'd always have my cock in your mouth when I wasn't fucking you or making you do other chores. Working at my desk, watching TV, eating my meals, even as I drift off to sleep... your mouth would house my cock when it is not in use. And your holes would be dripping cum whenever possible. If I invited a bunch of guys over to fuck you, you'd take them. Hell, if I invited 500 guys in to fuck you, you'd take them! You'd have no choice."

She nodded silently as he looked down at her. He could see he wasn't going to dissuade her very easily. He went on. "I also have 3 large dogs. Male dogs. They'd use you as their bitch whenever your cunt wasn't in use by another cock." He was sure he saw a glint in her eyes, certain she was getting incredibly hot listening to his warnings. He went on, watching her eyes closely. "My neighbor has a stallion too. Horse cock makes for pretty powerful fucking stuffed in a little slut cunt."

She swallowed hard, and slowly licked her lips, her breath a little heavier now, but she didn't move.

"You'd have to endure humiliation too if I felt like watching it. Public humiliation. Anything I felt like. A dinner party with you as the centerpiece decorating the table? A nice whipping in front of my guests... or that deliveryman if I so choose? A walk through the mall with a vibrating egg in your cunt making you cum in front of hundreds of people,... if I feel mean enough, I might even take you to visit your family and make you sit naked with your legs open and fuck yourself for them to watch. Bet your Dad would get quite a rush, huh... maybe even want to fuck you himself?" He watched her with narrowed eyes.

That would be the ultimate in humiliation. It wasn't something he had ever done... nor would he ever do it... but simply saying it served as a good test to see just how far she was willing to go; how truly owned she was willing to be. He saw her swallow, saw her gulp, and close her eyes for a split second as she took a deep breath. He expected her to get up and excuse herself; say that she had second thoughts, but instead she simply nodded.

"Yes Sir." She said softly. "If you owned me, you would have free reign to do anything you pleased with me. Even ... that."

He sucked in a deep breath and felt a tremendous energy raging through his body, his cock straining at it's confinements, his heart beating faster. He straightened his back and looked down at her.

"I will pierce you, and mark you. You will wear my decorations and the mark of my ownership, either branding or tattoo." She nodded again and he stood up quickly and walked around her. "I'll have no need of toilet when I need to piss, you will serve the purpose." He leaned down in front of her, his eyes inches away from hers. "You will do anything I say, for no reason except that I utter the words. If I give you pleasure, you will thank me for it; if I give you pain and punishment... you will thank me for that too. The dogs will be given more luxuries than you. You will be treated like nothing more than an object, a possession with no name, a cunt, a slut, a whore.... a fucking cumbucket!" His voice had quickened steadily as he spoke, gaining force with every word. He looked deep into her eyes, trying to put as much fear in his gaze as he could. "Is that what you want?"

She held his gaze steadily, her lips parting slowly. "Yes Sir. Please Sir. It is what I want."

He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath until he had to let it out. He dropped back onto the sofa and motioned her to him. Gently he cupped her face in his hands and spoke more softly than she had ever heard him speak.

"Then that is what you shall have, my slut. And you shall also have my respect, and I shall care for your health and well being, and never shall you be in any grave danger. I shall love you with my entire being, for I can love you and hurt you too, for I know it is what you need." He leaned down and kissed her, a long deep kiss, then he pulled up and gave her a stern look.

"Now, slut, first things first! Do something about my cock, and then we'll go to the dungeon and treat those tits right!"

He didn't have to speak twice. His cock was in her mouth almost before he took his next breath. It felt perfectly at home there, and he lay his head back and sighed.





Chapter 6 - Molly Is Initiated

Molly swallowed hard, drinking down every drop of her Master's cum. This was what she was made for, she knew that now. All the time she had been with Josh after the night with Marcus, she had known she needed more. This was it. She needed to kneel at the feet of a powerful Master, servicing him for his pleasure and nothing more. She needed to be treated like the slut she was, demeaned and humiliated if he so wished. She needed pain too! Josh just wasn't into it. For weeks she had dreamed of the pain Marcus had given her large tits, to the point where they had ached in need of it again. Josh had tried, but he just couldn't hurt her, and he couldn't understand her need for it. Now as she felt Marcus' cock pushing against her throat, her lips stretched around the thickness of it as she gulped down his precious juices, she knew her tits would get what they needed before too long. Marcus would love to hurt them, that she knew. She felt her cunt tingle as she thought about the teasing he had given her tits, knowing he would hurt them much more now that he owned them.

Her whole body tingled at that thought. Yes, he owned them! He owned her tits, he owned her cunt, he owned her ass.... he owned all of her. She was his possession now, she had given herself to him. Slowly she lifted her eyes to look at him, glad to be his possession.

"That's it Bitch!" He said, as his hands roughly pushed on her head. "Oh yes! You're such a good little cum-guzzler. I bet you could live on cum alone couldn't you?" His hands gripped her tightly and his cock slammed against the back of her throat as he let the last of his cum out into her mouth. "It's all a cum-starved bitch like you needs isn't it? It's all you deserve!"

His cock shoved it's way down her throat now that it was somewhat softer and she gagged a little. He laughed and pushed harder, stuffing the entire length of himself into her mouth and throat until her nose was mashed against him; his hands gripping hard and forcing her tight against him. She swallowed, trying to breath, the motions of her throat getting more and more desperate as her need to breath increased. He sat motionless, enjoying the sensation, the control... then finally his fingers twirled in her hair and he yanked her had back, tearing her mouth off his cock.

"You're in for a great life Molly." He said, looking down at her as he pulled her head back hard by the hair. "Please me and you will get what you need; anger me and you will get what you deserve! Either way, I will do with you as I wish, because you are nothing but an object that I own to have pleasure with. You are my toy, my pet, you do nothing unless I desire you to, not even breath... understand?"

She nodded as best she could with his painful grip on her hair. "Yes Sir." She whispered.

He smiled. This was his dream slave, he knew it. All the years he had been a Master, all the slaves he had owned and trained, this one was the one. He had known it that night at Josh's. Now he yanked on her hair to pull her around.

"See that door over there? That leads to the dungeon. That will become your favorite place, or at least, your tits' favorite place." He laughed wickedly and let go of her air, tossing her to the floor. "Now crawl into the dungeon and I'll have some fun with those tits of mine."

Molly crawled to the door and looked down the stairs into the darkness below. Precariously she crawled down the stairs, afraid not to for she had been told to crawl. She would soon learn that she would spend half her life on her knees, walking upright only when he allowed it. It was her place.

Finally she made it to the bottom of the stairs and followed the trail of light into the room she knew he must have disappeared into. She stopped in the doorway, her mouth open wide. His was a well equiped dungeon to say the least! She had read up on this lifestyle a lot, especially after he had come to them that night. She had seen pictures of dungeons, but none as well equiped as this. She had no time to imagine the uses of all the equipment however, for Marcus cleared his throat impatiently.

"I am sorry Master. I was just admiring all your wonderful things."

He smiled. "You will become familiar with them all, in their turn slut. For now, crawl over here and lay down with your tits through these holes." He was pointing to a platform in the middle of the room. Obediently she crawled up onto it and lay flat, her tits hanging through the holes in the boards, her head over the edge facing the floor. Marcus fondled her tits lovingly, then began squeezing them more roughly.

"These are wonderful tits." He said, more to himself than to her. "So huge, so much flesh begging for torture! I am happy to own them." With that he began pinching her nipples, twisting them, making them tender and sore and ready. Finally he let then go and she let out a little gasp. Oh how she wanted his fingers back, wanted the pain he had been giving her. He laughed at her then. "Don't worry slut, they will get hurt soon enough."

When he returned he hooked two thick rubber cords with hooks on the end to two large rings in the floor. He lifted one up and she saw a clamp on one end, just before he closed it over her right nipple. It was tight, and rough, but with a few turns of a screw on the side, it was even tighter. She gasped under her breath and he smiled at her, then attached the other clamp to her left nipple. Without allowing her much time to think, he pressed a button on the side of the platform and slowly it began to rise, her nipples being pulled down, stretching them long and tight, until finally he stopped and tested the tension on the cords.

"Hmmm. They will take more, but for now, I will stop there. I have more to do to these tits first." As soon as he had spoken she felt the boards around her tits closing in on her, the holes shrinking until they squeezed on her titflesh. Even then he did not stop, tighter and tighter they got, until she could hardly breath from the tightness against her chest. She looked down under the board and her cunt leaped at what she saw. There, as if no longer a part of her body, sat two large, round, dark mounds. They felt hard and tight, and ohhhh so sensitive, yet she hardly felt the clamps on her nipples anymore.

Marcus rubbed the back of his hand over the mounds. "My tits." He cooed. "So lovely! Objects of pain; such a lovely color!" As he spoke he twisted the screws and suddenly she felt the clamps once again, then the platform began to rise once more. With a wince and a gasp she realized that the rings were not secured to the floor after all, but rather to a large heavy beam. As the platform was lifted, the rubber cords reached their limit and began to lift the beam off the floor until it was suspended beneath her, it's entire weight hanging from her nipples. She closed her eyes as the pain washed through her, feeling it center itself in her cunt as a growing desire.

Marcus left her tits alone for a moment, and went to the back of her, where he secured her ankles to the platform, stretched far apart, then removed a section of the boards until there was a gap between her legs. He ran his finger lightly over her clit and cunt and laughed.

"So wet my whore. This pain excites you doesn't it? You need it desperately don't you? It is what you live for.. that and cum!" He laughed, a loud wicked laugh and she felt shudders rush through her body. She was almost ashamed to think of just how true his statement was; how much she needed this!

His laughter got louder, then suddenly changed to the harsh biting sound of his voice as he barked at her. "Whore! Cunt! Bitch!!!" With that she felt the sting of a whip across her ass. Her body tried to flinch, but it was tied down and all she could do was lift her head. The platform jerked and the cords bounced mercilessly on her nipples.

"Look at you! Fucking painwhore! That's all you are! A painslut and cumsucking whore!" Again the whip lashed at her ass, the beam bouncing under her nipples. "This is all you're good for!" This time the whip struck hard across her purple tits and her head jerked back as the scream rattled from her throat. He was spurred on now, and again and again the whip lashed at her bound tits until they burned like liquid fire below the stocks that held them, her nipples raw and stretched from the bouncing of the beam below.

Her head began to spin, her eyes blurred, as each strike of the whip brought another scream from her. Somewhere nearby she could hear his breath, quick and hard, as he enjoyed her lashing; his words as each strike hit home.

"Fucking whore!..... Worthless painpig!.... Good for nothing BITCH!.... Cumstarved SLUT!..." each followed by the sting of the whip and her scream. Her tits bore red welts now showing through the purple from the clamping, and throbbed in pain. She let out a long low moan and he struck her harder than ever. Another loud scream rattled through her body and forced it's way out her throat, but with it, came her reward. Her cunt exploded in orgasm, so intense she nearly passed out. Nothing had touched her there, but her tit torture had brought her to the edge and over, and now she lay writhing and convulsing on the platform, cumming harder than ever in her life, while he urged her on with more lashes to her tits, fast and furious now to keep up with her orgasm.

Finally she lay limp, exhausted from her ordeal, and he dropped the whip on the floor, quickly lowering her til the weight was relieved from her nipples. He let the clamps loose and she whimpered as they throbbed in pain from their release, then the stocks were eased off her tits and she gulped hard as the blood raced back into them painfully. He undid her ankles and pushed her knees outwards, pushing his raging hard cock into her dripping wet cunt. Quickly he pumped her, his cum spurting almost immediately into her.

"Ohhh yes!" He breathed, as he came hard in his new slave. "Yess!"

When he was finished with her, he bundled her into his arms and carried her out of the dungeon and up the stairs, finally laying her on a bed of soft sheets. He covered her, and kissed her forehead. "Sleep my pet." He said softly, brushing her hair from her face. "Sleep. If this is the life you desire, I will find you here in the morning. If you are gone, I will know what I give is more than you can bear."

Her eyes were closed as he left her, pausing in the doorway. He wondered if he had been too harsh on her for her first session, but he had sensed it was exactly what she craved. It would take her tits several days to recover and be torturable again, but in the meantime, he would enjoy looking at the welts on her naked flesh. If she stayed there!


Chapter 7 - Molly Goes Out


The next morning when Marcus awoke, Molly was not in her bed. He had nothing to fear, however, about the possibility of her leaving him, for instead she was between his legs with his cock in her mouth. When he awoke, she lifted her eyes to him, a hint of fear showing in them as she wondered if she had might have overstepped her bounds, but he merely smiled at her.

"Good slave." He said. He remembered telling her how she would be expected to keep his cock in her mouth, even as he slept. He knew how much she loved cock in her mouth. He would allow her this little pleasure, perhaps even make it a morning ritual.... waking him by sucking his cock. Now that would server two purposes! He would have a delightful morning suck each day, and she would get her breakfast. Yes, he had decided the day before that she would have a breakfast of cum every day, this would be perfect.

"Suck it dry my cum-hungry whore. Take your breakfast. Every morning you will wake me like this, and take your morning feeding."

She moaned around his cock and began sucking him in earnest now that she knew she was allowed. It wasn't long before she was swallowing down his morning cumload, drinking every last drop and still milking him for more, until finally he could stand it no more and had to push her head off his cock.

"Enough, slut! You've had your feeding, now learn to wait til I see fit to feed you again!" He stood up and walked away from her, ignoring her as he dressed. She knelt on the bed, unsure of what he expected of her, awaiting instructions. Finally he turned to her and smiled.

"Alright slave, you may walk on your feet for a while as you do some human duties. Fix me some breakfast and do some chores, and then I have a treat planned for you later.

Marcus enjoyed watching her nakedness as she went about the house the rest of the morning. Indeed, he would allow her her own interests when he was not in need of her services, but she must always remain naked. His eyes often fell on her tits, made even more beautiful by the marks of his whip. As he contemplated the many uses he would have for her his cock began to grow once more, and he smiled. One thing for certain, she was going to be a well used slave!

Finally he stood and nodded at her. "Dress, slave. Put on the little red thing you wore to come here the other night, and the shoes. We are going out on the town."

She was excited, and a little nervous, but she did as she was told. The dress was skin tight and barely covered her asscheeks. She had not worn any panties under it, and she was certain he wouldn't want her to have any on anyway. Nor did she have a bra, but her large mounds were cupped nicely in the dress. When she emerged, however, Marcus took the zipper that went down the front of her dress, and pulled it down leaving it gaping to below her tits, the fabric only just covering her nipples, some of the welts showing to anyone who was near enough to see her flesh.

"Bend over." He ordered, and she bent at the waist over the table. He spread her legs and pushed his cock into her cunt, ramming her hard, having no concern for her. His cock was hard and it needed relief or it would burst with what he had in store for her. He came quickly, then walked towards the door.

"Hurry up, we don't want to be late." He said, and she followed behind, her cunt wet and dripping cum, just the way he told her a cunt should always be.

After a long drive they arrived at a restaurant. It looked fancier than any place she had ever been before, yet when he escorted her inside Marcus was greeted like a regular. The host made a comment about Molly, his eyes on her gaping dress, and Marcus smiled.

"Quite a nice specimen, I agree." He said, as he reached over and folded both sides of the dress back revealing her tits completely to the host. Molly blushed but did not move, as they talked about her as one might discuss any other inanimate object.

"Very nice indeed!" The host remarked. "And I see they've had a little attention recently?"

"Yes." Marcus smiled. "They need a lot of that." he took a nipple in his fingers and twisted it hard. "Be my guest." He said to the host, who grinned widely and took the other nipple, pinching hard and pulling it our as he twisted it.

"Oh yes, very nice! Thank you." He said, then Marcus covered her tits again and they were led to their table without further hesitation. Marcus ordered an exquisite meal, then smiled at her across the table. He had ordered nothing for her.

"Now slut, a slave must work for her feedings, as I'm sure you understand." He said to her, and she nodded silently. "You will be fed under the table, where a pet should be fed. Since your main food is cum, you shall eagerly drink from any cock that sits itself at the table for as long as I am in this establishment today." He said no more, but lifted the long tablecloth and waited for her to slip underneath.

The table was small, and it was cramped under it. Molly hunched on her knees and waited, listening to the sounds of the other patrons around them, blushing as she hoped no one had seen her slide under the table, or would see her sucking cocks there.

She had no time to think about it, however, as soon she heard her Master talking above the table, and a male voice answering. They sounded like old friends, and Marcus invited him to sit for a minute. She saw the legs, clothed in expensive looking pants, slide under the table as the man seated himself and got comfortable. She hesitated, feeling a wave of humiliation rush through her, but her Master's foot shot out at her, connecting directly with one of her tits. She stifled a grunt and moved towards the man, opening his zipper with trembling fingers, and pulling out his cock. She licked her lips, took a deep breath, and lowered her mouth to it.

The conversation above the table seemed to go on as if nothing were happening beneath it, and she sucked as eagerly as she could until the cock unloaded it's cum into her mouth and the man excused himself. No sooner was he gone, than another appeared. With no hesitation this time Molly released this second cock and began to suck on it, drawing it deep into her mouth, milking it for it's cum, and eventually swallowing every drop while the men above the table talked as if she weren't even there.

Several cocks presented themselves to her, all of which she emptied obediently. The waiter who brought Marcus his meal was invited to 'sit down and take a load off' and Molly proceeded to suck his load from him. The host returned to ask how things were and was also invited to sit a moment and was sucked dry. Marcus took his time over his meal, and Molly lost count of how many men she sucked from under that cramped table. Her knees got sore, her legs ached, but she sucked silently, every cock that appeared under the table.

It was when a couple seated themselves at the table that she was unsure what she was to do. As she had been, she loosed the cock from the man's pants and sucked, taking it in deep and swallowing every drop of cum from it when it came. It was the woman she wasn't sure about. She had never been with a woman before, she had no desire to do so, but she knew that whatever her Master expected of her she must do. Did he want her to do this woman? Nervously she wondered, feeling herself flushed as the anxiety overcame her.

Her hesitation was obviously noticed by her Master above the table, for soon a small piece of paper was lowered to her. In the dimness of her confines she read his bold printing: FEED ON THE CUNT ALSO, BITCH!

Feeling embarrassed she crawled to the woman and began to push her dress upwards until her panties were bare. Trembling fingers slid the offending underwear out of the way and soon Molly's face was pressed between the woman's legs, her tongue lapping over her clit, darting into the cunt, licking and sucking, and tongue fucking the woman.

"We really must dine with Marcus more often Seymour!" Molly heard the woman say, a little breathlessly. "His hospitality is wonderful!" With that the cunt began to spasm around Molly's tongue and she sucked at it, tasting the woman's juices as she came.

After than Marcus pulled out his own cock and Molly gladly sucked it dry, pleased to have her own Master in her mouth after the countless others she had emptied. When he was done, and his cock replaced in his pants, he lifted the tablecloth and called quietly to her.

"Come out now bitch." He said, and she crawled awkwardly out from the cramped space, wincing as she unfolded her legs. She sat on her chair, her eyes on the table, too nervous to look around for she knew not who she had sucked. He smiled at her, sipping on his coffee for a moment, before he spoke again.

"It is a very nice place here, don't you think, slut? The meal was exquisite! How was your meal?"

She blushed. "Very good Master." She said shyly.

"Have you been well fed? Are you full?"

She nodded, then looked fearfully at him as she saw his face change, and heard the clicking of his tongue. "My whore, you really must behave better, especially in public. Since you are very newly owned I will make an exception this time, but should you make this indiscretion again, you will be punished for it no matter how public a place we are in. You really must remember the correct answers to such simple questions as this! We both know you are an insatiable cum guzzling whore, how dare you insult my intelligence by pretending that you have had enough! It does not please me to have my slave lie to me like that! Never again will you say you have had enough cum, enough fucking, enough use.... NEVER will you agree that you have had enough, understand!?"

Molly bit her lower lip and nodded silently, her skin burning with her blush. She had displeased him. She was afraid of what he would do to her because of it.

"I am sorry Sir. I do want to please you very much. I will not lie again, I promise! You are right, I have not been fed enough cum. Please forgive me Sir?" She begged.

He grinned at her. "Mark my words, were you not a new possession you would be made to pay for your lie right here and now, but this time, yes my slave, I forgive you. Now come along and we shall find you some more cum, hmm?"

He stood and walked towards the door, leaving her to scramble to her feet and follow behind. The host gave her a knowing grin as they passed him, and other men watched her as she followed her Master. She had no way of knowing if they were eying her because of her attire, or if she has sucked their cocks earlier. The cool air outside felt refreshing against her flushed skin as they stepped outside.