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by MechaBlade I was horny as fuck when Ann Curry finally arrived. I hungrily opened the box with a crowbar, fantasizing what her sweet little half-Asian asshole would feel like on my dick. When the helicopter that delivered my package was finally out of side, I motioned for my slaves to come out of the house. Drew Barrymore and my Black slave, Keisha, walked to my side and kneeled obediently on either side of me. I smiled, reflecting upon how far Drew had come since her arrival. She started out as an angry, disobedient, arrogant woman. Now, having been broken, she was just another slave, willing to serve. I wondered how she would react to seeing Ann. With no females around other than Keisha, a paragon of submission, it was easy for Drew to forget her earlier life, where she had control over her own body. Sometimes slaves would revert slightly when seeing an unbroken woman again. I eyed Drew, hoping she wouldn't get upset when seeing Ann's bound and gagged body. I opened the box, revealing the inner box that held Ann. I flipped a couple of switches and the floor of the inner box rose, causing Ann's body to rise in a slow-motion jack-in-the-box fashion. The look of pained shock on Drew's face told me that she was reminded of her own arrival to this island. She took one look at me, realized her error, and made a straight face, patiently waiting instruction. I instructed Keisha to collect the styrofoam that had fallen out of the opening box. Ann must have been sleeping when she was caught, as she was in her pajamas. Much like Drew, she arrived wearing a grey camisole and grey sweat shorts. I peeked into her shorts and saw she was wearing red cotton briefs. I started to disconnect Ann from her bonds, but then I realized I was too horny to give my "Welcome to slavery" speech. I wanted to fuck her now. And she definitely wasn't going to obey. I either had to hold her down or leave her tied up. I removed her oxygen tank and mask. I disconnected the cord connecting her to the box and removed her neck brace. She was still blindfolded and completely immobile, her arms tied in front of her legs, which were crossed and cuffed with a spreader bar. I took her off the box and set her on the ground. All she could do now was roll around on the ground. By Ann's slight shifting movements, I knew she was awake. Good. I removed the quarter-full piss bag that was taped to Ann's waist and reached in her panties to carefully remove the catheter. I noted that she must have shaved her pussy regularly, as I could feel only slight stubble on her pubic mound. I rolled her forward gently, so that she came to rest with her face on the cement and her ass in the air. It was time to take my prize. I pulled her shorts and panties down from behind to expose her ass and the back part of her pussy. The good fellows that captured Ann had told me that they didn't have an rectal catheter on hand, so they had fitted her with a large buttplug. I had told them that a diaper, which would have kept her anus tight, would have been preferable, but they told me that she had already been sent and it was too late. Oh well. I looked at the black plug and pulled out, causing her to yell into her gag. It had left a small gape, but not huge or anything. It just meant that I didn't need to lube her beforehand. I waited a couple of seconds to make sure nothing would come out after I removed the plug. Nothing happened, so it appeared that her colon was empty. Although she had not defecated recently, the brown spots on her puffy pink anus told me that she had not wiped herself properly the last time she went to the bathroom, so I made Drew lick her clean first. "Cumslut! Rim her until she's clean!" "Yes, sir," Drew responded, hearing her new slave name. She was becoming a very good little slave. Drew licked Ann's asshole while Ann whimpered into her gag. Ann seemed clean enough. I pushed Drew aside and pressed a finger into Ann's still-blossomed asshole. It went in with ease. She was ready. I unzipped my pants. I took Ann's strange lack of screaming as a sign that she had already grown accustomed to objects being inserted into her ass. When I sank my dick into her colon, all she did was whimper and cry at the discomfort. I didn't mind. I liked to penetrate girls' assholes for the feeling, not necessarily the screams. However, when I began fucking her ass, I think she realized that it wasn't just a toy or a finger in her ass, and that she wasn't being just sexually abused but anally raped. She screamed into her gag while I humped her backside. Her ass wasn't as tight as it could be, but it still felt really, really good on my dick. I ran my fingers through her short brown hair and pulled her head up by her hair. I saw tears streaming from her wet blindfold. Delicious. I thought about having Drew and Keisha make out or muff dive in front of me, but I wanted this screw to be all about Ann. I thought about her in her smart suits from the Today show, beaming with confidence and flair. Now she was being broken down in a situation she'd never imagine in her worst nightmares. What a fall she had taken. I couldn't wait to fuck her while we both watched old episodes of the Today show. To rape her while she viewed footage of her old life. It was going to be wonderful. I spurted my cum into her shitter and withdrew. I had Drew clean me off while Keisha set Ann upright again. "Remove the blindfold," I told Keisha, while Drew removed all traces of cum and fecal matter from my cock. She looked over at Ann, who had some minor cuts on her face from me fucking her against the concrete. I twisted Drew's ear. "Don't look at her, you fat cumslut! Look at me!" Drew looked back at me, noisily sucking me off. I pushed her away when I felt clean enough. I walked in front of Ann Curry, still bound and gagged. Her eyes were red from crying and wide from imagining what was next. I smiled genially. "My name is Marcell," I told her. "I train slaves." -Marcell |