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Subject: {ASSM} Social Graces Finishing School
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Social Graces  Finishing School (MF, BDSM. Beast)
 
 

    The  lounge housed eleven women dressed to enjoy the opera offering. 
Their ages,  as
Raven looks around at her  companions, were mostly in the thirties. Age and 
looks, not the most important  assets; but sophistication and propriety 
traits considered important to this  group. Needless to say that none of the 
women are ugly to the  eye.
Raven a few years past forty,  a tall woman at 5'10", not willowy as some 
might like; but small of breast and  long of leg. Her plum colored formal 
gown, molding to her curves. A V-Neck full  length gown, with an empire waist 
and a thigh high slit on the left side. A deep  summer tan on her exposed 
arms and shoulders and back and the flash of leg when  she walks. Her dark hair 
long and flowing, laying softly across her left  shoulder. The matching 
open high heel pumps adding to her already statuesque  physique. A little black 
eye shadow and clear lip gloss her only concession to  painting her face. A 
small Celtic cross pinned to each ear lobe and a matching  cross on a white 
gold chain at her neck, just setting above the smallest hint of  cleavage. 
No bracelets or watch on her slender but toned arms. A broach of white  gold 
worked into the waist of the gown. Underneath the gown, a sheer black half  
bra, just enough to keep her thick nipples from darting the material of her 
 gown. A matching thong, molded to the puffy lips, the strap in back buried 
 between her round cheeks. No hosiery needed with the long gown and the 
deep tan  of her legs. Eyes hazel, framed behind her wire rimmed glasses. 
Sighing as she  thinks that the contacts would have been a better choice for 
looks; but not for  practicality. A small black clutch holding my needs for the  
night.
    Expectantly the women  waiting talking nervously, not sure if their 
efforts to be look as though they  belonged at the opera would be rewarded with 
actually going on the arm of some  important, interesting wealthy man. The 
room quieting as the door to the lounge  opens. Social Grace's Finishing 
School, is not really a school you see. It is an  escort service. Providing 
women for whatever occasion a man may need a female  escort and not be 
embarrassed by her presence. The women are not blatantly  sexual, but diverse in 
their knowledge and ability to fit into a variety of  situations. The need 
tonight is for women to accompany men to the opera La  Traviata being present at 
the Bardavan Opera House in  Poughkeepsie.
    A few  gentlemen picking out this girl and that one, to be his ornament 
on his arm as  he goes to a pre-show cocktail party. The other girls, being 
picked one at a  time, the men paying for the services of the woman for a 
period of time, in this  case four hours, eight hours or al,l night. The cost 
all prepaid as the men are  given a chip denoting his time frame and the 
services that he can expect. And on  occasion, it might be a woman hiring the 
services of a Social Grace's Escort.  Finally hearing my name called to come 
to the reception  room.
Stepping into the adjoining  room to meet my client. My heels clicking 
loudly as I cross the tiled floor to  Ms Sadie and turning to the man conversing 
with her. Stopping, as I reach them  and standing quietly, till Ms Sadie 
turns to me. "Mr. Nachtwald, say hello to Ms  Raven Bane." "Guten Abend  
Fraulein Bane. Es ist mein Vergnugen, Sie die junge Dame zu treffen."(Good  
evening Ms Bane. It is my pleasure, to meet you young lady.) His words the 
gutteral and common  phrase I know as German.
    "Dank. Ich, stehe Herr  Nacthwald zur Verfugung. Ich spreche wenig 
Deutscher." (Thanks. I am at your disposal Mr  Nacthwald. I speak little German.)
    "Then  we will converse in English, I am fairly fluent." His accent 
really not bad.  Inclining my head as I take his extended hand, and feeling him 
turn it up and  bow and kiss the back of it. Thinking to myself that he is 
quite the European  gentleman, maybe aristocracy of some type. Thinking of 
the Sound of Music and  Captain Von Trapp. Mr. Nachtwald being an older 
gentleman I think in his  fifties; but possibly in his sixties. About 5"8" and 
lean of build, but his  stature seeming taller. His white hair short and close 
to his head. His suit,  three piece pinstrike. Very striking as it molds to 
his body. All and all the  look of a man of power and more importantly 
wealth. His eyes a pale blue and  steely. His smile with his lips, not with his 
eyes.
    Mr.  Nachtwald is visiting on buisness; but I am sure you can take his 
mind off of  business and help him relax and enjoy our local operahouse." 
Turning back to Mr  Nachtwald, "Raven is quite versed in European History and 
more particularly the  Middle Ages/ Medieval period. I think she will be an 
asset on your arm Sir. Is  there anything else you would like to know about 
her and does she look to meet  your requirements?"
    "She  will do quite nicely Ms Sadie. I will have her returned here in 
the morning,  unless I require her services further during my stay." A slight 
bow, so  continental a gesture.
Looking to Ms Sadie as I  await any instructions from her. Waiting 
expectantly and watching as she hands  the German gentleman a small sealed envelope. 
(No money is exchanged directly  between client and escort. The card type 
and numbers and color will determines  what can or cannot be done. Red 
meaning simple escort service and the total of  the cards 2-10 will tell the 
number of hours of service. The picture cards are  more unique in meaning. The 
jack or knave being a notice of any of your BDSM  services are to be allowed. 
The queen that anything sexual in your repertoire is  allowed. The king that 
the client can include more then just the two of you or  may request more 
then you allow and compensation will be paid if you  agree.)
The man looking at the  envelope that is handed him, a smile curling his 
lips slightly as he turns to  look at me, and then him pocketing it in his 
inside breast pocket. (The client  has the first hour to decline the escort. 
Once he hands the escort the envelope,  the contract is sealed. Nothing 
complicated for rules. No money trading hands.  No requests by the escorts for 
money. Ms Sadie taking her percentage, depending  on the skills of the women 
and their seniority. Anywhere from 20-50%. 25% in my  case.
    The  man extending his arm to me, and taking it walking out of the 
reception room.  The next hour will tell if this will be a gainful night. You 
can mostly judge by  the cards what your percentage will amount to for the 
service. Any gratuities  are optional and not to be requested. You get turned 
down regularly in the first  hour, you won't be a graduate of Ms Sadie's 
Social Grace School for very  long.
    Being  handed into a Rolls Limousine and riding to the Opera House was 
quite impressive  for me. I have culture; but I think I am a bit above my 
comfort level with this  man. He has culture and wealth and I sit wondering as 
I field his questions, why  did he pick me? Maybe my knowledge of European 
history was the selling point. I  am not sure any of the other women are 
into it. My German is not much more then  basic. My looks, well I don't look 
like a "floozie"; but also not one of those  beautiful young starlet types 
that men seem to pick.
Finding it easy to talk with  him as we quickly arrive in front of the 
Bardavan Opera House. One of the oldest  in the United States, being an 
operahouse, a theater and now once again a venue  for opera and concerts.
    Watching as he steps out of  the limo and extends his hand to me, 
feeling like a celebrity, the slit in my  skirt showing a quick flash of my left 
leg. Then straightening and watching as  the small group of people gathered 
outside, look at the impeccably dressed  German businessman and the woman on 
his arm, standing almost 6 inches taller  then him. Almost blushing as he 
confidently takes my arm and leads me to the  double doors. A man in uniform, 
pulling the door open and holding as we enter  the foyer. Feeling a little 
shiver of cold, anticipation, maybe even a little  scared as we walk to the 
refreshment area. Then man requesting two glasses of  champagne. Sipping it 
as we talk, hearing the monotone of conversation around  us. Catching the 
eye or a few of the men and some of the women, known to me by  reputation or 
from being an escort in the past with them. Feeling quite good, as  we sip 
the bubbling wine. Taking another glass as we wait the flicker of lights  
signaling for all to take their seats.
    Setting the glass down  after sipping a little more of the wine. Not 
wise to become light headed till I  can ascertain what is required of me. 
Being falling down drunk is not conducive  to great escort/client relations, 
unless that is what the client  requires.
    The  lights flash and then a second time. Mr. Nachtwald taking my glass 
and setting  it down, then my hand and leading me to the stairwell. The 
usher looking at his  tickets, then waving another over to us. The usher 
leading us up the stairs and  to a private box, left center of the stage. The 
heavy drapes pulled open to the  sides of the private viewing area. A perfect 
view of the stage and the orchestra  below us. Tipping the usher as he leads 
me to a seat and then setting down  himself next to me. Looking across to the 
other boxes, seeing the people  standing, looking down on the ground floor 
audience, preening with their  importance, or so it seemed to me. An usher 
bringing a tray with a bottle of  champagne and two flutes. Brushing Mr 
Nachtwald fingers with mine as he hands me  the full glass. Looking at him over 
the top of the glass as I tip it up and sip  slowly. The bubbles tickling my 
nose and upper lip. Hazel eyes watching his as  he downs the glass of 
bubbly. Using a linen napkin to wipe his lips as he pours  himself another glass. 
Feeling the wine already flushing my  cheeks.
    Small  talk as we leisurely sit and enjoy the atmosphere and watch the 
crowd filling  the opera house. The lights dimming once more to remind the 
audience of  impending start to the play. The stately man, pulling the small 
envelope from  his inside breast pocket, his fingers moving from one corner 
to the next,  turning it slowly in his hand. Curious as to whether he was 
going to send me  packing or if he would reveal what I am contracted to with 
him, for  him.
The lights dimming and the  orchestra starting the opening movement. La 
Traviata, a three act opera by  Verde, about a fallen woman and her love, 
tragic love. Not considering myself a  sentimental person; but this play does get 
me a bit maudlin. Leaning forward to  catch every nuance, every movement of 
cast and music. Enjoying the opera,  forgetting for a few minutes the world 
around me.
    Feeling a hand on my knee  and looking down to see the small envelope 
of my contract balancing on my leg,  hearing the sides of the box curtains 
pulled closed on the two sides. And  turning to my patron, seeing him lean 
forward and press his lips to mine. A soft  press of lips. Looking at him as I 
lift the envelope up and open the flap.  Pulling out the top card, and 
looking down. Seeing the smiling face of the joker  staring back at me. My heart 
increasing in beat, taking a deep breath and  turning to smile at my patron. 
Nodding my head in assent, not that I had a  choice. The joker, not really 
a joke; but in this case it is acknowledgement  that I have no restrictions 
in the desires of my client, my patron, and for this  period of time, my 
Master.     All of my listed limits  and all my listed allowances are the basis 
of this contract. It is for 24 hours.  And his wish is mine to fulfill and 
allow. His eyes still, hard marbles of dim  color as I look at him. My 
fingers reaching for the next card and pulling it  partway from the envelope. 
Getting a glance at another joker as the man takes  the envelope from my hand. 
It seems that he is a control freak and whether I get  the next card or 
maybe someone else will receive the luck of that deal, or the  bad luck.
    Thinking on my list of  limits and knowing it is a very short list. And 
wondering again as I look at the  man, what are his kinks. Feeling the 
man's hand again on my knee, squeezing the  flesh possessively. His hand sliding 
down the outside of my knee, to touch the  opening of the slit on the left 
side of my gown. Pushing the material away from  the toned and tanned thigh 
a gash of white flesh in the dimness of the box. His  hand cool, as it moves 
up and down the warm soft flesh of my leg. Opening my  legs to pull the 
skirt taut over my thighs; but exposing the left one to almost  my hip. 
Facilitating the movement of his hand, as it moves over the velvety skin  of my 
inner thigh, sliding till it is just touching the warm swollen flesh of my  
labia. Eyes blinking at the touch. His fingers tapping the full lip, then  
pulling back to his lap. Releasing my breath as I concentrate on Mr. Nachtwald  
and try to anticipate his next move.
    My  hand moving to his chair and touching the material of his trousers. 
His hand  grasping mine and setting it back on my armrest. "Not yet my 
Raven, you will  know when."
    The  man lithely moving from his chair to stand behind me. His voice 
next to my ear,  a soft whisper and brush of warm air. Feeling a tremble in my 
body, as his hand  moves down to touch my hair, pulling it aside and the 
cool fingers stroking the  soft flesh. Holding my breath in anticipation of I 
know not what. Then feeling a  collar being fastened to my neck. The smell 
of leather whiffing to my nose.  "Lean forward my dear." The soft whisk of 
sound of my zipper being pulled down  in back and the feel of air against my 
warm flesh. The shoulder material of my  gown, slide down my arms, releasing 
the front of my gown till it is gathered at  my waist as I sit. The half bra 
falling into my lap. His fingers moving to my  left nipple, the nub already 
semi erect, as I feel the cool metal of a clamp  being released onto the 
sensitive flesh. A soft exhale of breath as I feel the  bite of the clamp on 
my flesh, then another as a clamp is placed on the right  nipple. A length of 
chain joining the two clamps. "Tug on the chain my dear." My  fingers 
reaching the curve of the chain between my breasts and curling to give  it a tug. 
Gasping as I feel the clove clamps tighten on my nipples with just the  
slightest tug. My breathing quickening in spite of the moment of pain. My  
nipples swollen already on my chest. Aching as they thrust proudly from the  
small mounds of my breasts.
    "You  may put dress back up my dear Raven." The man walking around me 
to sit alongside  of me. His hand touching my warm thigh again. Tugging at my 
gown to give my legs  movement, then urging my legs apart. Slipping my 
thong to the side. His fingers  touching my swollen pussy lips. Prodding gently 
at the folds. A finger pad  moving over my hooded clit, massaging the button 
till it responds with an  engorgement of blood in the smooth pearl, and a 
flow of moisture from my walls.  Feeling his fingers forcing a small object 
into the opening of my  pussy.     The fingers working it deeper, then 
settling  it hidden in my tunnel. Sitting back watching as he straightens my thong 
and  skirt and I sit demurrly with the object in my body. Then jerking as I 
feel the  sensation of vibration in my lower body. Feeling the vibrating 
egg, increase and  decrease in intensity as the man plays with the remote in 
his  hand.
    At  the intermission the man orders a bottle of cognac and a bottle of 
single malt  scotch. The usher bringing the liquor quickly anticipating the 
big tip and  getting it for his alacrity. Mr Nachtwald pouring me a glass of 
scotch over ice  and himself a sniffer of cognac. "Here is to out new 
relationship Raven."  Glasses clinking gently. Tasting the scotch and feeling the 
warmth of it as I  swallow. The low hum of the egg, now able to be heard 
above the noise of the  intermission audience. But the vibrations still 
sending waves of stimulation  throughout my lower body. My nipples brazenly 
jutting against the material of my  dress and brushing with a distressing 
sensitivity every time I  move.
    Talking about the play as  best I can concentrate with the continued 
distraction of egg and clover clamps.  My body attuned to the sensitive 
stimulii as the lights dim and the man reaches  between my legs, they spreading 
automatically and feeling the clamps being  tightened on my pussy lips, 
sealing my opening shut. The rest of the play a  series of small orgasms as the 
egg varied from off to extremely high and  everything in between. No rhyme or 
reason to the duration, the frequency or the  setting. His fingers sliding 
to the front of my dress and tugging at the small  chain and the ensuing tug 
on the clover leafs on my nipples. The sensitive tips  aching with pain and 
pleasure. Not able to concentrate or focus with the various  distractions of 
my body and the concentration of alcohol in my body. My hands  curling on 
the arms of the chair in a near death grip as I try to not moan aloud  with 
the pain or pleasure.
    The  opera concluding with its tragic ending. The cast taking their 
multiple bows as  the collective audience stands and conveys their 
appreciation. I think it was a  very good rendition; but not sure as I was so distracted 
in the later stages. Mr  Nachtwald leading me from the box, weaving through 
the dissembling crowd to the  waiting limo. Handing me into the dark 
enclosure sliding in with a quick show of  my long tanned thigh. Then settling 
himself next to me. From the Bardavon Opera  house on Market Street to the The 
Poughkeepsie Grand Hotel, a very short two  block ride. Stepping out of the 
limo, to an already milling crowd of Opera  goers. A few familiar faces as 
we walk to into the lobby of the hotel and to the  elevator that lead to the 
penthouse suite.
    No  words being exchanged during the brief ride. Seeing myself 
reflected in the  mirrored walls of small enclosure. Thinking that my face is a 
little drawn from  the alcohol and the titillation of the past few hours. 
Looking at my sponsor,  his eyes still showing no emotion as I jerk from a quick 
internal vibration. My  concentration broken as I feel the egg moving inside 
of my body. The intensity  of this toy more then I have ever encountered 
with an egg. Trying to control my  breathing as it is a war of wills to not let 
him make me beg for him to stop.  The hum loud in the enclosed area, in 
spite of my legs being clenched tight to  hold the sound inside. A soft moan as 
he a swollen nipple through the material  of my dress. My eyes closing for 
a moment and legs dipping as he tugs on the  chain. His humourless smile 
turning the corner of his lips as he steps back and  faces the opening doors. 
His hand on my back guiding me to the penthouse  suite.
    The  key card sliding in and the light changing from red to green. His 
hand turning  the handle and pushing the door open. "My dear Raven, you may 
strip here and  leave you clothes. Looking at him for a moment as I stand in 
the hallway. Then  stepping out of my heels and setting my handbag next to 
them. Reaching around  back and sliding the zipper of my gown down. The top 
sliding down my arms as I  lean forward and standing for a moment bare to 
the waist. Shivering as the AC  caresses the clamped nipples. Then sliding the 
gown over my hips and waist to  puddle around my ankles. Stepping out of it 
and bending to fold it neatly on the  floor. Trying not to think what Mr 
Nachtwald might be thinking as he views my  almost naked body first hand. I am 
sure he has seen the profile photos before  picking me. Then hooking 
fingers to slide my damp thong down my legs and  throwing it to the small pile of 
clothing. Finally undoing the Celtic necklace  and earrings and setting them 
in one shoe.
    Totally naked now except  for my collar and nipple clamps. Looking at 
him with a steady gaze, hands at my  sides, my legs slightly parted. Waiting 
his direction. The man reaching in his  pocket and taking out a short leash, 
snapping it to the "D" ring on the collar.  "Kneel." His words sharp.
    Falls  to my knees and looking up, then feeling the tug on the collar 
as he walks  through the open door of his suite. Falling to all fours and 
crawling behind him  into the room. Wondering if the security cameras in the 
outside corridor are  picking up this, or if he paid to have them shut off. 
Looking at the penthouse  suite for my first and maybe last time. The inside 
foyer as large as many rooms,  Seeing a dog sitting to one side as I crawl 
into the foyer and then through it  to the massive living room/sitting room. 
My breasts aching as the chains swings  gently between the small conical 
breasts as the swollen nipples point to the  floor. The egg vibrating between my 
legs making my mode of travel exceeding  tremulous. My walls clenching on 
the small oval egg, trying to hold it from  slipping from my wet walls.
    Not  able to concentrate on my surroundings as he stops and directs me 
to kneel  again. Taking off his jacket and tie and opening his shirt collar. 
The dapper  dresser still looking cool and collected as I kneel naked in 
front of him.  Watching him lean over and feeling his lips on my forehead. And 
then screaming  with painful rush of blood in my nipples. The bruised nubs 
swollen and  discolored to a deep, purple. The unexpected release of the 
clamps, making me  waver on trembling legs as the waves of pain quickly wash 
over my body. Eyes  watering, as my lips tremble as I fight to control my 
moans. My hands wanting to  cover, to massage my sensitive nipples, to rub the 
pain  away.
    "Give  me the egg." His hand extended as I kneel legs wide and my body 
slowly forcing  the egg from my body. Sweat coating my body with the effort. 
My hand pulling the  partially divested toy from my wet slick pussy. "Shall 
I clean it Sir?" Lifting  the egg to my mouth after his nod of 
acknowledgement. Opening it and taking it  into my mouth sucking the slimey juice from 
it as I feel it bouncing and  rattling against my teeth. Finally holding it 
in my hand and wiping it clean  with my hair as I flick it over one shoulder. 
Then handing it to Mr  Nachtwald.
Kneeling and waiting as he  stands and makes himself a drink and coming 
back to sit and look at me as he  sips his beverage. Then leaning forward his 
fingers digging his short nails into  my left nipple as he squeezes the 
already sore tip. My eyes watering as I fight  from jerking my breast nip from 
his fingers. Hearing a knock at the door behind  me. "Answer it Raven."
    Standing and turning to  walk to the door and turning the doorknob to 
pull the door open. Looking at the  man in the doorway, then to Mr Nachtwald, 
seeing his nod and opening the door  wide to admit the man to the room. 
Seeing the man's appraising stare, as his  eyes travel the length of my naked 
body. Then stepping into the room and  approaching Mr. Nachtwald.
    The  leash recently taken from my collar ring, handed to the man, who 
bends and snaps  it once again to my collar. Then with a tug, the man pulling 
and turning me to  crawl behind him to the foyer, where he snaps a leash to 
the dog sitting  impassively. "Rommel, Raven, come. Both of us walking with 
the man through the  doorway. The massive rotweiler following docilely on 
one side and me trying to  keep pace on the other side. Walking the length of 
the corridor to the elevator.  "Heel, Raven." Stopping and kneeling in an 
upright position as he uses the key  card for the elevator. Kneeling 
obediently as the doors open and the man and dog  step into the elevator, turning to 
face me. "Do you need a rest break Raven?  Would you like to join us for 
our walk?"     The wide  grin of the man as he waits for me to reply. A shake 
of my head and the doors  closing as I kneel with a collar around my neck 
and leash hanging to the floor,  staring at the elevator. My eyes raising to 
see the eye of the camera lit up  staring back at me. My hard thrustting 
nipples swollen and sticking straight  from my chest. My labia still swollen 
with the recent teasing of the egg. Not  looking side to side; but obediently 
watching the elevator  door.
    Long  minutes later hearing the elevator machinery working and watching 
as the door  opens and a hotel employee steps out pushing a cart. Feeling a 
flush of red and  heat on my face as the expression on the woman's face 
tells me that she is  shocked by the sight of me kneeling naked in front of the 
elevator with a collar  on my neck. The woman recovering and walking to the 
suite door and knocking and  then pushing the cart into the room. The woman 
pushing the cart back out and  looking at me, then stepping into the 
elevator and back to the bowels of the  hotel. The next door opening showing the 
man and dog exiting. Retrieving my  leash and leading us back into the suite.
    Mr.  Nachtwald indicating that I be lead to his table where he is 
enjoying claims on  the half shell. Leaning down and parting my lips, sliding a 
cool slippery clam  into my mouth. Then another, feeding me as one would a 
pet. Then cupping my chin  and lifting my face to look up at him, his hand 
releasing and then slapping  across my cheek with a hard explosion of flesh 
meeting flesh and a release of  pain in my face. My head snapping to the side. 
A warm flush of heat burning into  the aching flesh.
    Taking my leash and leading  me over to an ottoman. My back to it as my 
ankles are tied to the front legs,  and my body bend back and wrists tied 
to the back legs. Body arching backwards  like a bow. Breasts thrusting 
forward from my chest. Legs splayed open exposing  my mound. Looking at my 
client, my Master now and watching as he takes a riding  crop from a long gym bag. 
Watching as he walks back to me and stands above. His  hand tracing the 
crop over my swollen nipples. Pressing them lightly with the  closed loop on 
the end. The light touching teasing them awake, as they ache with  the earlier 
abuse of the clamps. Then as he steps to the side, feeling the drop  tip 
slashing against the sensitive tip of my left nipple. The quick expolsion of  
pain radiating from the bruised tip. Then another and another stroke of the  
cruel leather loop. Not able to count the strokes as he moves back and 
forth  from one to the other, and alternating with slapping the small mounds of 
the  perky breasts. Tears sliding from my eyes, the eye shadow running in 
dark lines  down my cheeks. Still not crying out loud as I fight the urge to  
scream.
    The  alternating strokes, working across my breasts and nipples and the 
stripping my  lower chest and tummy. Moaning in pain as writhe wordlessly 
against my bonds.  Then the crop moving lower and slapping hard on my swollen 
open labia. The sound  wet as the loop of leather wet on my juices that 
coat the lips and partially  exposed walls of my cunt. Flashes of red light 
blinding me with pain as the crop  strikes my engorged and exposed clit. My 
body jerking again and again as I moan  loudly now, not able to contain my 
voice. In spite of the intense pain, my walls  leaking my juice onto the 
intruding crop as Mr Nachtwald, slowly inserts the  long thing crop into my open 
cunt. Wiggling like a fish on a hook as the loop  presses deeper and touches 
the opening to my womb. Teasing the cervix as my body  jerks in pain, seeking 
to escape the wet leather. "Please, please," Pleading as  the loop rubs 
deep in my womb. Fear and terror causing my body a cold sweat as I  try to 
retreat from the insertion. My mouth dry, but for the taste of salty  tears, 
that slide across my lips. Eyes wide staring in horror, feeling the crop  tip 
in my most intimate part, no "safeword" established with this  man.
    Seeing the cruel smile on  his face as he jabs a fraction of and inch 
deeper, then pulling the crop from  deep inside my core. Feinting for a few 
seconds till the ammonia capsules broken  beneath my nose, brings me awake. 
The pain inside my body a tiny dull ache as my  eyes focus and look at the 
cruel German. "Are you beginning to enjoy this Raven?  The man sliding his 
zipper down as he standing over me, lifting my head up by my  hair and pulling 
it against him. Feeling the warm flesh of his cock as my mouth  opens 
automatically. The shaft parting my lips as he uses my head to fuck his  cock. My 
tongue weakly licking at the mushroom crown of his cock. The shaft  already 
hard and after a couple of minutes of hard skull fucking tasting the  warm 
seed of his cock filling the back of my throat and sliding down. Swallowing  
the next two spurts of semen and sucking with my cheeks, milking a little 
more  cum from his cock. The cock semi-hard as he steps back, and tucks it 
back into  his trousers.
    Turning to the side, the  man signaling for the dog walker to come over 
and untying my arms and legs,  laying me on the ottoman, feeling the 
surface flattening my breasts and mashing  the sore nipples into the surface. My 
arms again tied to two legs and thighs  spread and tied to the other legs. 
Mr. Nachtwald sitting down in a chair facing  the ottoman and my head. Looking 
at him as I watch the dog watcher strip out of  his clothes. His thick 
black muscular body glistening in the light. His long  thick cock already 
swelling and dangling as he steps in front of me, kneeling  down and holding my 
head as the thick mushroom crown is offered to my lips.  Wetting them with the 
taste of the German's cum still in my mouth, my tongue  slides forward and 
licks at the pee slit of the swollen head. The skin a velvet  texture, the 
shaft dark as ebony. Tongue moving over and around the wide expanse  of the 
gland. My head tipped up to look at the wide smile of the black man, as  he 
slaps his cock again my cheeks and lips. Enjoying my helplessness, as he  
teases me with the monster cock. My lips pushed open as he centers the cock 
head  and leans forward. The thick head spreading my lips, and slowly pushing 
into my  mouth. My tongue licking around the pee slit, as my lips pop around 
the thick  shaft as the black cock head fills my mouth.
    My  eyes seeing the thick wiry curls of his pubic hair, as he rocks 
forward and  fills my mouth and tickles the back of my throat with his cock. 
Then him rocking  back till just the head is held by my lips. Slow strokes in 
and out. as my  cheeks suck on the thick rod. Slowly the cock going deeper, 
thill it fills the  back of my throat. As my gag reflex triggers, his hand 
grabs the back of my head  and presses it forward onto his cock. My eyes 
watering as I struggle to breath.  Mositure dripping from my lips and nostrils 
as I choke on the thick cock. My  body panicing as I try to fight for 
breathe. My heart pounding against the  ottoman, nipples rubbing the rough 
material. My thighs clenching as I feel my  head growing feint again. And then with 
a roar of red blacking out as my body is  starved for oxygen.
    My  mind and vision clearing as another ammonia capsule wafts under my 
nose. The  thick black cock no long blocking my airway; rather I can feel 
the monster ebony  shaft sliding in and out of my filled cunt. The black man 
slamming again and  again into me from behind. The girth of his cock 
stretching my walls apart with  each hard thrust. My lower body slamming into the 
ottoman, as my upper body  slides across the top of the ottoman, the sore 
sensitive nipples being roughly  caressed with each stroke.
    The  legs in front of my limp head moving away and lifting my head 
focusing on the  German gentleman as he sits down in his chair. His hand finding 
his swollen  prick and stroking it slowly as he watches. My face a sight as 
I feel the  wetness of tears on my cheeks, the running eye shadow, the 
drool and moisture  that escaped from my mouth and nose as I gasped for air 
coating my lower face.  Breathing in ragged breaths as I feel my throat raw. My 
body feeling clammy as  well as flushed with heat. A moan being forced from 
my lips with each hard  stroke of the man behind me.
    Looking at the German and  seeing him give a nod. Feeling the cock 
slide from my cunt, and the slick length  raised to press against my ass crack. 
Feeling the saliva being dripped into the  crease, and the thick finger 
working it around my rosebud. Then the digit  pushing forcefully into the small 
hole, forcing the ring apart, my lower body  pressing against the ottoman in 
an attempt to escape the intrusion. The finger  working deeper till it is 
completely inserted into my ass, more spit dripping  onto my ass as he works 
it in and out, the ring slowly loosening to the probe.  Then feeling it slip 
out and the mushroom head of the monster cock being pressed  against the 
small opening. The man lifting up and using his weight as the head  forces its 
way into my ass. A loud grunt of protest as my ass wiggles trying to  
escape the penetration. Feeling my ass ring accomodating as the thick blunt head  
rests just inside my ass. The man's finger sliding around to massage my 
clit,  rubbing it with the thick pad of his finger. My body responding as the 
nerve  ending of the smooth pearl are sending plesure signals deep into my 
core. Then a  hump of the man muscular thighs and the dark shaft of meat stabs 
deep into my  bowels. A loud groan of discomfort and pain as the dry walls 
are pressed open by  the intruding cock. Pulling back to just the head in my 
ass and then dripping  more saliva and juice from my cunt around his shaft, 
then slamming in hard  enough to compress my ass cheeks. The ottoman moving 
on the thick carpet with  the force of impact. Then again and again. A hard 
quick assault of my ass, his  cock driving in hard, filling the deep dark 
passage.
    Sweat  forcing on my brow and the back of my neck, feeling it trickling 
down my crack  to add to the moisture settled their, as again and again the 
thick skin encased  steel rod takes my ass. Seeing the German with his 
sardonic smile as his eyes  stare at me. Knowing that I am not a pretty sight at 
this moment. The classy  looking woman, now replaced by an older naked 
woman, bruised and singing  guttural sounds of pain and pleasure. Yes. In spite 
of the pain and aches of my  body, my body also feeling pleasure merging 
with the pain. My head jerking with  each hard punishing stroke from the 
massive black man. Finally after long  minutes of hard fucking, feeling his cock 
head expanding in my crammed ass and  knowing he is spewing his seed deep 
into my bowels. The thick globs of cum  shooting depp as he holds his cock to 
my ass, his finger rubbing hard on the raw  pearl.
    My  legs trembling as my body takes me close to orgasm in spite of the 
mixed  pleasure and pain. The black man pulling free from my ass with a loud 
wet pop.  The warm creamy cum quickly leaking from my gapping ass. The 
thick seed, sliding  down over my cunt lips and hanging from them in long 
strands of white, to  finally puddle on a plate placed between my legs on the 
thick carpet. Looking at  the man stroking his erect cock, "please, I need to 
cum." begging him with wide  eyes, my body rubbing on the ottoman trying to 
find  release.
The man standing and taking  his crop, walking over and shoving it slowly 
into my gapping ass hole. My body  trying to escape the small thick shaft 
with the looped end, as he works it  deeper then the black mans cock intruded. 
Grunting as he spins it inside my body  and moves it side to side, then 
finally pulling it free from my open ass.  Pressing it to my upper lip, the 
scent of my ass strong as I inhale. Then the  loop tracing my lips and finally 
inserting it into my mouth, my lips sealing on  it as my tongue licks the wet 
leather loop. Tasting my ass and the black man's  cum on it. Gagging as he 
presses it deeper against the back of my mouth,  wiggling helplessly as it 
tickles my throat and then slides a fraction of an  inch deeper. My eyes wide 
as I strain to escape from the crop. Choking on the  leather as it 
threatens to slide deeper in my throat. Tears pouring from my eyes  as he prods my 
mouth with the nasty crop.
    Pulling it free from my  mouth, the German taking the plate from 
between my legs, from the black man and  holding it in front of my face. "Lick it 
clean you nasty old slut." Feeling a  flush of heat in my face and then 
lowering my head to lick the off color creamy  cum. Gagging slightly as I think 
on the taste and the former location of this  cream. Cleaning the plate for 
the man, hearing his laugh. "You have no shame do  you Raven? You love to be 
abused and humiliated, you love to be punished for  being the nasty whore 
that you are." His hand grasping my hair and holding my  head to look into 
his eyes as he says those words. Then releasing it and  stepping back.
    "You  will do I command, won't you Raven girl." The words not a 
question, but a  command. The black man undoing my bindings and holding a bottle of 
water to my  lips as I kneel on all fours. The cold liquid so refreshing 
and soothing on my  raw throat. Feeling cool strands of cum coating my 
fervered labia and thighs.  The flesh sticky as I kneel docilely. My body weak with 
the long hours of abuse.  Licking my lips as I wait for the next, from of 
abuse. My pussy lips sore, my  nipples aching, my throat raw. Feeling my 
holes still  gapping.
    "Rommel, come here." The  thick dog trotting over to his Master. The 
man playfully rubbing the ears of the  muscular canine. "You have sated me 
with your mouth and my man Brett with your  mouth and cunt and ass. Now you 
must give my friend Rommel relief dear  Raven."
Wishing that I was shocked;  but already having expected this. Kneeling, 
waiting as the man leads the  rotweiler around behind me, and hearing the 
sniffing of his nose, before I feel  the cool wet snout touch between my thighs. 
My legs trembling as I feel the  first swipe of the long wide flexible 
tongue. Moaning at the next swipe, the  tongue licking at the mixed juices 
coating my cunt and thighs. My legs spreading  wider as I kneel like a bitch 
expecting her master. My head lowering, as I lean  on my elbows, ass lifting 
higher in the submission pose. Jerking at the touch of  his tongue licking my 
gapped ass and the tongue muscle swiping into my open cunt  walls. Mewling 
softly as I feel my response to the dogs oral attention.  My  body writhing 
against the soft wet flexible muscle.  The tongue insinuating  itself deep in 
the tunnel of my cunt.  The walls trying to clamp on the  slippery length.  
Helplessly being used by the big  dog.
    "Ficken,  ficken." (Fuck, fuck)  The dog responding by pulling it's 
head free  from under me and lifting up on two legs, to lower its upper body on 
my  back.  The horny toes nails gashing my sides as they slide around to 
grasp  my stomach.  My body trembling as I try to keep from being pushed to 
the  floor.  The dog's cock jabbing between my thighs as he seeks to find a 
hole  for his swollen member.  The bone core painfully jamming into my thighs 
and  for a moment into my open ass.  Reaching back with one hand and finally 
 pulling the long member free from that hole, guiding it to the swollen 
cunt  lips.  Moaning loudly as the cock jams home, the long thick pointy cock  
sinking quickly into my steamy cunt.  Grunting as the piston driven shaft  
fucks me in rapid strokes.  Feeling my lower body being pounded hard as the  
weight of the dog drives my body into the carpet.  My knees being rug  
burned as the horny dog, fucks forward with a piledriving action.  My body  
slowly being pushed forward as I try to dig my knees and forarms into the  
carpet. 
    Feeling long strands of  slobber dripping onto my back as the dog digs 
his paws into my sides.   Scrapping away layers of skin.  His hairy haunches 
pressing being my  thighs, tickling them, as his cock takes my cunt, his 
cunt.  "Bosen Hund  Hundin" (nasty dog bitch).  His words taunting me as I 
look up at  him.  The man standing in front of me, his cock head a deep purple 
as he  jerks on the shaft.  His ball sack swinging between his spread  
thighs.  The look of concentration as he watches me being dog fucked  instense.  
Soft moans from his normally sardonic lips, as I can he is  totally excited 
by that tableau being played out in front of  him.
    The  dog tightening his paws one more time and forcing his knot against 
my bruised  cunt lips.  Hard thrust of his hind quarters, forcing the thick 
knob into  the entrnace and lodging it there as he continues his brutal 
assault on my  insides  My moans now a long low scream as the knot jams tight, 
red furrows  appearing where the toe nails grip my tummy.  Sweat forming on 
my body as  the dog takes me as his bitch, feeling his lower body shaking 
against me as his  cock twitches inside, dumping a large load of fertile seed 
in his bitch.   Lowering my head as the onslaught continues, my eyes closed 
as my body jerks  with the dog's motions. 
    My  head being pulled up brutally by the hair and looking into the piss 
hole of the  German's cock.  His spunk arching out to splatter on my face.  
The  thick strands of cream, hanging obscenely on my cheeks and chin and 
hair..   A smattering of pearly droplets coating my face and chest.  Eyes 
blinking  as I look and see the black man stroking his massive organ and feeling 
the  impact of his cum against the side of my face and nesting in my  hair.
    Finding myself a cum  splattered slut, the dog still lodged in my cunt. 
 The flash of a camera  and then the massive black cock being shoved into 
my mouth as the man milks the  last of the cum from his cock.  Wiping the 
scummy dick on my face and hair  and stepping back.  The now still on my back, 
then feeling him pulling  back, trying to pull his knot from his bitch.  
Finally after a few minutes,  the knot popping out with a loud wet sound as of 
a cork being pulled from a  bottle.  Feeling my pussy leaking the doggie cum 
as my ass remains thrust  into the air, as I lay head down on my arms.  My 
legs trembling as I almost  feel the spasms of my release in my core.  But 
they subside to an ache as  no relief is given to my body.
    The  dog wandering way, no longer interested in my skanky body.  His 
bitch  fucked and seeded and left to fend for herself, till his long red doggy 
cock is  needy again.  Lifting my head and screaming as I feel a flogger 
beating on  my ass and thighs.  The knots on the ends of the flails biting 
savagely  into the tender flesh of my inner thighs and  cunt and the tender 
tissue  around my asshole.  My body collapsing to the floor and then rolling on 
my  side.  My legs drawing up in the fetal position as the overload of  
sensation takes its toll on my body and mind.
The flogger moving over every  exposed inch of my body, The ends biting and 
snapping on the soft flesh.   The black man using his foot to push me onto 
my back and stepping hard on my  face.  Holding me on my back as the German 
man beats my defenseless  breasts with the cruel ends of the flogger.  Not 
even resisting now as  I lay on the floor on my back.  Arms to the sides and 
legs partially  spread.  Body jerking occasionally as the flogger strikes a 
swollen nipple  or the engorged pearl or the wet slimey walls of my 
partially open cunt.   As soon as my body starts to spasm in a first orgasm, the man 
 stopping.
    "Put  her on the table face up. Tie her down."  The black man lifting 
me like a  doll and dropping my limp body onto the table.  Dog cum dripping 
from my  pussy as he binds me spread eagle to the long dining room table.  
The bare  oak, most likely never having had this morsel spread on it before.  
Not  able to fight anymore as the black stud, drips water slowly into my 
mouth,  wetting my lips and swollen tongue.  My eyes opening, grateful for this 
 small kindness, though I know it is more to keep me conscious then to 
relieve  any suffering.
    Looking up weakly as my  client stands over the table.  A small black 
leather case in his  hand.  "Bring me a bucket of ice Brett."  The ornate ice 
bucket.   The man taking and ice cube from the bucket and moving it over 
and around my  left nipple.  My body trying to shrink for the extreme cold.  
Holding  my breath as I watch fascinated as he draws a small needle from the 
black  leather case.  Then raising my head in disbelief as I see him 
position it  on the side of my nipple and feeling a pinch as he pushes it through 
the thick  nub.  My body arching as the numbness on the outside of my nipple 
did not  follow into the inside.  The sharp pain, a thing of the moment; but 
  intense as the steel pierces and exits the swollen nub.  The procedure 
now  on my right nipple.  The needles left in and dull aches in the already  
bruised flesh, throbbing harder.  My chest pumping as I look up, eyes  
begging the man, as my mouth works wordlessly in protest.  The towel  pressed into 
it stopping the words from issuing forth.
    "Hold  still Raven.  You don't want me to  slip to you girl?"  This as  
he moves down the table and settles over my lower body.  The ice being  
administered to my swollen labia. My body shivering with cold and fear, as I  
can't see; but feel the needles piercing the cunt lips.  The metal rubbing  
on my unpierced pearl. 
    "Now  dear Raven, we will see how you react.  A ball gag being placed 
in my  mouth.  And then an electric prod is brought forth.  The black man,  
using an electric vibrator on my clit, my body lifting and forgetting about 
the  needles in my body as he takes an orgasm and then another from my body.  
 The sensation so intense, my ass cheeks lifted up, as he teases the 
vibrator  head over my clit.  Then finally turning it off as a fine sheen of sweat 
 covers my body now.
    Jumping as my muscle  contracts involvuntarily as the electric prod 
touches my inner thigh.  Mr,  Nachtwald, touching one spot then another.  My 
body conducting the  electricity easily.  Watching him leering as he leans 
over an places the  prod against one end of the needle in my right breast.  My 
eyes going wide  as my vision blurs, my body shaking with the burst of 
electric energy.   Again and again the prod touching hear and there, sometimes 
the needles in my  nipples, sometimes a muscle group on my legs or arms.  Then 
jerking  spastically as he applies the prod to the needles touching my  
clit.............my teeth biting hard into the towel in my mouth.  Feeling  
drool leaking from my lips and down my throat as my body lifts and trembles  
uncontrollably with the jolt of power.  As soon as the current is removed,  my 
bladder releasing an arching stream of urine into the air to wet my lower  
body and legs.  A puddle forming, trapped between my legs.  Another  quick 
jolt of the prod then another.  My body, lost from my control now as  it 
responds to the stimulii of current.  Lying weak and spent, not able to  even 
lift my head, as my body jerks to the touch of the prod.  Again and  again his 
touch sending current through the piercing needles and the soft flesh  of 
my body.
    Laying still as Mr  Nachtwald  rubs the numbing ice cubes over my 
pierced nipples and slowly  sliding the slender needles from the abused nipples.  
A swipe of alcohol  and a sting as it touches the open holes and the 
intrusive steel removed.   Then shivering, my hips shaking as he then removes the 
needles from my  labia.  Again a sting as the swabs clean the  openings.
    Smelling  the acrid scent of my urine on the table.  I am not sure that 
is what was  intended; but was a definite possibility.  Brett taking towels 
and dabbing  at the moisture on the table, the scent still strong as I lay 
arms and legs  still secured to the table legs, keeping my body exposed and 
open to whatever  plans are next for my body.
    My mind  slow as I wait, not able to even contemplate what might be 
next in this sadistic  scenario.  Gatoraid being used to replenish some of my 
lost body  fluids,  My body a dull ache from head to toe.  My client walking 
over  to look down at me.  "We still have time meine  Schlampe Hure."   (my 
slut whore).  His eyes holding mine and then slowly shifting to look at  my 
tortured body.  "We still have a few possibilities my dear Raven, and  time 
to make your life hellish."  The crop being brought forth again, being  used 
to prod my torn and bruised flesh.  A series of moans and groans and  
grunts as he prods and touches and slaps the already bruising and reddened  
flesh.  The moving to the foot of the table and uses the drop to probe into  my 
cunt, moaning steadily as the crop insinuates itself deep into my cunt and  
again enters my womb.  My eyes watering with pain.  Then again probing  my 
asshole with just the lubrication from my pussy.  Not able to escape his  crop 
attention. 
    Then my  feet wriggling as he runs the crop along the soles of my feet. 
 Taking the  tip of the crop and wetting it in water, then taking the crop 
and slapping it  again the sole of my right foot.  A loud scream of pain and 
surprise at the  first tap, then a continuous tattoo of blows marking the 
bottoms of my  feet.  Tears running unabashed from my eyes, as I lay, feet 
twitching, as a  long whimper of pain issues from my throat.  My body now worn 
down from the  long hours of abuse.  Not able to control my responses any 
more.   Fighting the urge to beg that the man stop and let me go.  My feet 
still  wriggling long after he finished with the crop.  My chest pumping hard 
as  my limits of endurance are now being strained.
    Seeing a  small pitcher of water being set down between my tied legs, 
far enough from me  being able to tip it over with my movements.  Then seeing 
the candles being  set there also.  Smelling now the burning wicks and 
melting wax.   "Wax does not all burn at the same heat my dear."  Lifting up the 
 first candle and tipping it, a couple of drop touching the soft belly 
flesh  of my stomach.  The wax hot; but not burning.  The second one dripping  
alongside the first, the drops stinging as they touch and cogeal.  Then the  
third, two drops burning and sending my tummy quivering to escape.   A groan 
of protest as the sting continues.  "Yes, my sweet Raven, that  is the one 
we will use." As if to emphasize the point, dripping a circle of  wax around 
my navel. 
    Steeling  myself, as best I can as I wait.  Then seeing him lift the 
candle again and  drip the hot wax onto my left nipple, not just one or two 
drops, but a whole  series.  The first one arching my back as my chest lifts 
up.  A low  scream of pain escaping my lips as the hot burning wax falls to 
the sensitive  bruised flesh.  A widening circle of wax forming over the 
nipple and then  around, hiding the less sensitive areola.  Then the other 
nipple, that was  expected; but the pain intense and still burning as the hot wax 
cools.  My  chest trembling as I wait the next area of attention.  Drips 
being dropped  across my lower chest and then the filling my navel.  The 
candle burning  and melting fast, and watching as another is brought and readied 
for use.   Then feeling the wax striking the crease joining my thigh to my 
lower  body.  The pain intense as my arms and legs pull at the bonds, trying 
to  escape the hot droplets of molten wax.  Feeling the inside of both 
thighs  dripped with the hot liquid.  Then feeling the black man holding my legs  
open wide, lifting my lower body a few inches and screaming with intense 
pain as  the molten drops touch the tender flesh of my ass ring and  opening. 
    Sweat  beading my body as I feel myself bordering on a faint.  Then 
expecting; but  not quite ready for the droplets touching the outer lips of my 
labia.   Coating them in a hard waxy shell, then feeling the labia pulled 
open and  feeling the wax falling on the wet exposed walls.  Thrashing hard on 
the  table as the wax stinges the skin, lightly blistering my flesh.  
Holding my  breath, as I feel a finger massaging my clit, working the blood into 
the smooth  pearl.  Then feeling the hot wax dropping directly onto the 
sensitive  tip........the pain intense and banging my head on the table as my 
head moves  side to side, saliva flying from my flailing head as I scream 
wordlessly.   Writhing for long minutes as my cunt is totally encased in the 
solidifying  wax.  My body stinging still in the areas of the first waxing and 
burning  around my cunt and ass. 
    Finally as  the candles are removed, the man again with his crop 
standing above my head,  looking down at me.  "I am almost done with you Raven, 
but know this  girl.  I am going to leave you so I may rest for my morning 
meetings.   However, you will not sleep much dear."  My escort Brett has agreed 
to use  you some more girl.  You know how wonderful it felt when he fucked  
 you earlier, well we have given him a blue pill to help him give you more  
extended attention.  Then my wish is for you to spend the night in the  
foyer with Rommel.  You will attend to his needs  Raven." 
    Walking to  the middle of the table and snapping his crop hard against 
my breasts, breaking  the waxy bra covering them.  Then jumping as the crop 
again moves down over  my stomach and then between my legs, The pain of the 
crop minor in comparison  now as the congealed wax is now broken like the 
ice over a puddle.  Lastly,  Mr. Nachtwald taking black magic marker and 
writing all over my body,  Alternating between English and German in his not very 
complimentary  obscenities.
    Mr  Nachtwald walking to the head of the table again and then standing 
over my  head.  "Loosen her legs Brett."  The man pulling me on the table 
till  my head is laying over the side, looking at him upside down.  My eyes  
seeing the bulge in his trousers, knowing what he wants, or so I think.   
Watching as he slides down his zipper and pulls out his tumescent cock.   His 
fingers parting my lips and moving forward to press his cock into my  mouth.  
Lips sealing around the swollen mushroom head.  Feeling him  rocking back 
and forth, feeding his cock in and out of my lips.  Then  stopping as he 
holds my mouth shut.  Then feeling the sudden release of hot  piss into my mouth 
and throat.  Gagging as some drips from around my lips,  the man feeding me 
his hot urine slowly controlling as I swallow and he squirts  more of the 
warm liquid into my mouth till he has emptied his bladder.  The  last few 
drops rubbed on my face.  "I will see you in the morning Raven,  Brett and 
Rommel will attend to you now."
    Looking up  at Brett as he undoes the bindings, forming marks around my 
wrists and  ankles. His hands rubbing ice cubes over the lightly blistering 
areas of my  recent waxing.  Sliding off of the table and looking to Brett 
for  guidance.  Indicating that the ottoman would again be my place of  
submission  Padding over to it feeling my body sore and stiff,  Laying  across 
the rough padded foot rest.  Looking up and seeing the black buck  standing 
before me stripped of his clothing once again.  The heavy muscled  body 
gleaming as he thrust his swollen cock against my cheek.  My mouth  automatically 
opening and taking in the huge black monster.  Sucking the  thick head into 
my mouth as it continues to swell as my tongue laves around the  crown of 
the thick black gland.  Feeling the viagra encouraged cock taking  my mouth 
hard and deep, again gagging for air as the knobby head blocks my air  and 
rubs the already raw throat to a more swollen state.  The night late  now as 
wordlessly Brett uses each of my holes in a prolonged pounding.  My  cunt 
leaking a profusion of seed as he dumped a load of thick cream after almost  an 
half hour of steady pounding, Then still hard, moving once again to gap my  
ass with the monster organ and then back again to my pussy and then mouth.  
 This steady fucking leaving a sheen of sweat coating both of our bodies.   
The super cock induced by the blue pill, taking me for well over and hour 
and a  half.  All of my openings swollen and sore from the fierce, hard  
onslaught.
    Then  finally when Brett had finished having me clean the puddle of 
juices on the  floor, leashing me and leading me on all fours to the blanket 
holding the huge  rotweiler.  Rommel, after a short time of licking at my 
leaking cunt and  teasing my clit raw with his tongue.  Mounting me once more 
and knotting,  depositing another load of doggy cum into his new bitch.  The 
dog as horny  as Brett it seems, with him waking me from the floor beside him 
just before dawn  and again taking my bitch cunt.  My sleep for this night, 
less then an hour  and more likely 30 minutes.  Laying awake after my last 
fucking by Rommel  and feeling the soreness in all of my orifaces and my 
body over  all.
    Thinking  on how a night at the opera turned into so much more then 
that.  Looking up  as Brett leaves the suite, his contract complete now.  Ms 
Sadie must be  making a lot of money from this client.  Brett, a bi male 
escort that  works out of one of her lesser houses.  I have done jobs with him 
twice  before.  His monster cock infamous with the girls that have felt it 
gapping  them.  As the first light of day brightens the room, I look over my 
body as  I kneel on the floor alongside of Rommel.  Afraid of waking him from 
his  noisy slumber.  Thinking that all the fucking he had last night would 
have  worn him out totally.  My body covered in welts and red flesh, my 
nipples  still sore from the abuse and my cunt lips still swollen from the night 
of hard  fucking.  Wondering if I can talk normal as I feel the raw flesh in 
the  back of my mouth with my tongue. 
    My scent  of old and new sex, filling my nostrils with the wafting odor 
of a nasty  whore.  As I stretch my body, feeling the pain and aches and 
the stickiness  of the juices still coating my body.  Feeling thirsty and 
lapping from the  water in the bowl left for me by Brett.  Feeling a cold nose 
against my ass  and then the wet tongue again caressing my sore cunt lips.  
Partially  cleaning my skanky body as it also excites.  My legs spreading for 
the  sniffling dog.  The snout replaced by his paws on my back.  The weight 
 pushing down on me and then the stiff cock finding my opening quickly.   
Long quick strokes till he is able to knot me once again.  My eyes closing  
as I feel the fullness at my pussy entrance and then the jabbing strokes 
against  my walls, as he releases another load of dog cum into my womb.  
Kneeling  shakily as the dog finally subsides and the knot shrinks and slides  free.
    Hearing a  laugh from behind me and looking around to see Mr. Nachtwald 
standing looking  down at us from across the room.  My Rommel will be so 
sad when we return  to Germany.  He will miss his bitch."  The words said 
without humor,  as my client slowly walks over to look down.  "I would like to 
than you for  the pleasure you  have given me this past night.  I will 
compliment  you to Ms Sadie."  So saying he dropped a pair of "Jokers" to the  
floor.  "You may clean up after I leave Raven girl.  I will have the  hotel 
send a dog walker to take Rommel out.  If there are any lingering  affects from 
this night, Ms Sadie should contact me."  The man bending to  undo the 
collar from my neck.
    The men  stepping away and returning to the master bedroom.  Kneeling 
there waiting  for ten minutes or so and the man looking dapper and fresh 
walking to the door,  a nod of his head as he passes.
    Finding an  adjacent bathroom to the foyer, and using the shower to 
wash off most of the  internal and external slime from my body.  My muscles and 
tissue sore and  aching, the hot water not helping much.  The writing on my 
body, dulling a  little; but not smearing enough to hide the words and 
obscenities.  The  rest of my body a mottling a red and black and blue and 
yellow bruises and  burns.  The thin needle holes seeming to be healing with no 
noticeable  signs of infection.  That is my biggest worry, having my body 
pierced in  any way by a novice, though it didn't seem the German was a  novice.
    Walking  back into the foyer and finding a young woman hooking a leash 
to Rommel and  seeing her look of horror, as she sees my body and the 
various marking covering  it.  Walking to the hallway past her and finding my 
clothing on the floor  where I place it.  Standing to the side and slowly 
leaning on the wall as I  dress to vague semblance of my previous night look.  The 
young woman  walking out, the dog sniffing at my crotch and then following 
the woman with a  tug of the leash.  Her eyes still staring as the elevator 
doors  close. 
    Taking a  deep breath and retrieving my joker from the floor inside and 
walking out to the  corridor, Closing the door softly as I slowly work at 
walking like a lady in the  heels.  The spring taken from my step and the 
lack of sleep and the  attention of the night before showing on my drawn face.  
Seeing the  employees looking at me as I walk across the lobby and find the 
limo driver  waiting for me.  Holding the door to the hotel and then the 
long back  vehicle as I step and settle into the plush interior.
    Any  escorting I will be doing in the next week, maybe two will be from 
another  house, not the Social Graces Finishing School.  Not sure if I will 
take a  break from being the go to woman for BDSM and kinks.  Or maybe I 
will  request a week or two at Ms Sadie's Adult Shoppe.  The "glory holes" 
will  hide my markings and the pay will be less; but I do enjoy that  
also......................
    
    
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