Caveat lector

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The Witness

(Being part seven of a continuing story of non-consensual sexual slavery.)

Norm DePloom

After I came in the slave's cunt, I had the slave squat on the floor once more, and went back to my magazine. I could tell the scopolamine was having the desired effect, the slave was docile, followed orders well, and seemed, most of the time, to have no idea what was happening to it. By the time the doorbell rang, the slave's legs were trembling and jerking with the strain of remaining in a spread-kneed squat for a long period of time.

"Answer the door," I ordered, "then bring whoever is there to me." The slave struggled to stand up, and almost fell over the first couple of steps.

"Hurry up, cunt," I yelled, rolling up the magazine and whacking the slave's fanny with it. I watched the slave's naked butt, and the tuft of pussy hair visible between its legs, as it walked away from me towards the sound of the bell. Once the whip-marked nude slave was out of sight I sat up, put the magazine on the table, then stood up and turned towards the door. All was quite for a moment, then I heard Jasmine's voice.

"Get the hell out of my fucking way, cunt slave." A moment later Jasmine walked into the room with my slave trailing behind her. Jasmine was wearing a tube top that very nicely outlined her firm breasts and hard nipples, as well as leaving a large expanse of bare skin between the bottom of the top and the top of her very short, low-slung skirt. The skirt was tight and so short that the straps that hung down from her garters to the tops of her nylons were visible. The effect was very slutty, very obscene, and quite exciting. When Jasmine came to a stop the slave, began to jabber at her in some South East Asian dialect. Jasmine listened for about fifteen seconds then wound up and slapped the slave so hard it sent the slave sprawling on the floor. Stepping over to where the slave was laying on her back sobbing, Jasmine stepped over the slave's head and placed the end of the six-inch spike heel of the shoe on her right foot on the slave's neck, then let the rest of her shoe rest between the slave's breasts.

"If you ever speak to me again," Jasmine said looking down at the slave's face, "without permission, if you ever speak to anyone in my presence without permission, I will crush your larynx with my heel and you'll never speak to another person as long as you live." Jasmine pressed the heel of her shoe deeper into the slave's neck. I could hear the hissing sound as the slave sucked air into its lungs through its partially obstructed airway. "Do you understand?" Jasmine asked. Despite all the recent fucking I'd been doing, my cock started getting hard as soon as I saw Jasmine deck the slave. I couldn't think of anything more erotic than seeing a whorishly dressed Asian slut abusing and dominating a female Asian slave. I could not decide which one I wanted to fuck first, the dominating Asian cunt, or the whimpering slave under her heel. Jasmine removed her foot from the slave and, after stopping by where I was standing to give me a kiss and fondle my re-hardened cock through the material of my shorts, went to the couch and sat down on the edge.

"Come here, cunt," Jasmine said pointing to the floor in front of her. The slave rolled onto its stomach then got up on its hands and knees and scurried over to the spot on the floor that Jasmine had indicated.

"Kiss my feet, and beg for forgiveness," Jasmine ordered. The slave lowered its head, and touched its mouth to the tops of Jasmine's feet.

"I'm sorry," the slave said after the first kiss. Jasmine caught the slave by the hair and pulled the slave's face up before the slave managed to kiss her feet a second time.

"The proper words are 'Mistress Jasmine, please forgive this slave for being a useless cunt', say it."

"Mistress Jasmine," the slave repeated with a sob, "please forgive this useless slave for being a worthless cunt." Jasmine lifted the slave's head higher so she could examine its face.

"A worthless Hmong bitch," Jasmine said, assessing my property, "not good for anything other than fucking and beating." Jasmine looked over the rest of my slave's naked body. "And it looks like you've been doing plenty of both."

"Of course, why else would I have a fuck slave, except to fuck?"

"May I?" Jasmine asked spreading her legs and nodding towards her crotch. It was interesting that she did not hesitate to abuse and discipline my slave, felt she needed to ask permission before using her sexually.

"Go ahead," I said, "have a ball."

"Or at least a good licking," Jasmine replied as she used the slaves hair to pull the slave's mouth up to her cunt. The slave did not seem to know what was expected of her. I picked up the rod.

"Lick her cunt you useless fucking cum dump," I yelled at the slave as I struck her upturned butt several times with the rod. "When your face is pushed into a cunt," I continued, "you lick it." I'd been fucking my slave so much the last couple of days that my dick was getting red and sore, but I was hard again. I put the rod down and knelt behind my slave. Exploring her cunt and ass with my left hand, I unbuckled my belt and let my shorts drop down to the floor with my right hand.

"What do you call her?" Jasmine asked as I lined the head of my hard cock up with the slave's tight ass.

"I call IT 'slave'," I replied as I pushed myself all the way inside with one thrust. "It does not need or deserve any other name." I began to fuck my cock in the tight hole as I watched my slave eating Jasmine's pussy with noisy slurpy sounds. "It has no identity, not even gender, it is a piece of meat useful only for dumping cum into."

"Like I said," Jasmine agreed, grinding her cunt against the slave's mouth, "a Hmong bitch, good for nothing more than beating and fucking." Jasmine stretched her legs out, leaned back, moaned deeply, and ground her cunt against the slave with even greater force. We each fucked our end of the slave in relative silence for a few minutes.

"Let's try this," Jasmine said as she pulled a 'cock-gag' from her large purse. I pulled my cock out of its ass then moved around and watched as Jasmine put the ball end of the gag into the slave's mouth then buckled the straps to hold it tightly in place. When she finished the slave looked like it had a hard cock growing straight out of its mouth. Jasmine and I both had a good laugh as we watched the slave, and took to temporarily calling it 'Cock Face'. Jasmine ordered the slave to lay on its back on the floor, then she knelt with her legs spread and one knee on each side of the slave and lowered her pussy onto the cock sticking up from the slave's face. I stood facing Jasmine with one foot on each side of the slave's body. Jasmine grasped my butt with both hands and pulled me toward her as she took my cock in her mouth. Jasmine moved her hot sucking mouth up and down the shaft of my cock as she moved her hot wet cunt up and down the shaft of the plastic cock. As she moved her mouth over my dick, Jasmine swirled her tongue around my cock head in a way that made my head spin. I grasped her head with both hands the same way she was holding my butt, and fucked my cock deep into her throat. We fucked each other, and the slave, for several minutes before I came again and left a few drops of my cum on Jasmine's tongue. I sat in my chair and watched as Jasmine continued to fuck herself on the cock protruding from the slave's mouth. Jasmine's skirt had worked its way up around her waist and the sight of her garter belt and nylons gave her just the right slutty look as she leaned forward and, placing her hands on the slave's thighs for support, moved her pussy up and down the plastic shaft with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Mmmm, yes, god this feels good," Jasmine said, smiling at me, before she closed her eyes and filled my house with orgasmic moans and groans. The closer she came to cuming, the more vigorously she fucked herself on the plastic cock. The slave's head was twisted and turned this way and that as Jasmine worked her cunt, trying to get maximum stimulation from the dildo.

"Oooo, fuck yes," Jasmine hissed as she held herself firmly impaled on the plastic cock sticking out of the slave's mouth while her hips jerked rhythmically. Once her orgasm was finished, Jasmine stood up, straightened her blouse and skirt, then sat demurely on the couch leaving the slave laying on her back with the slime covered dick protruding from her mouth.

"Have you thought about tattoos?" Jasmine asked, sounding not at all like she'd just fucked herself on the slave's face. "I have a friend who's a real artist with the needle." I looked interested so she continued. "His name is Yovavyo, like I said, he's a real artist. Unfortunately he gets so many offers of sex in exchange for his work that barter has lost all of its appeal for him."

"I can understand that," I said. It had only been a couple of days and I'd already fucked my cock raw. "Will he come here?" I asked. My interest was definitely piqued. "Or do we need to take the slave to him?"

"His card reads 'Have needle, will travel'."

"Reads the card of a man, a night without armor in a savage land," I sang badly as I stood up and stepped over to where the slave was still lying on its back. I could tell from the look on Jasmine's face that she had no idea what I was singing. I grasped the plastic cock sticking up from the slave's mouth and used it to pull the slave up to a sitting position.

"Stand up," I ordered as I continued to pull up on the cock-gag. The slave struggled to its feet.

"Squat," I ordered after maneuvering the slave to a location where Jasmine and I could both enjoy the sight of its whip-marked body and its displayed cunt. I picked up my rod and used it to correct the slave's position while Jasmine pulled her stylishly small cell phone from her purse and called her friend.

"Could you bring her over here?" Jasmine asked as she put her phone away.

"I'll bring it over," I corrected as I pulled the slave back to its feet and walked it over to stand in front of Jasmine.

"Right, I am sorry," Jasmine said as she extended her right leg between the slave's feet. "Squat down on my leg."

"Do as you are told," I ordered sternly, bringing the rod sharply down on the slave's back when it did not instantly respond to Jasmine's order. The slave squatted until its cunt rested on Jasmines leg.

"Fuck yourself," Jasmine ordered, "fuck yourself on my leg like the nasty little whore bitch you are."

"Lace your fingers behind your head," I added as the slave began to move its cunt up and down on Jasmine's extended leg, "keep your elbows pulled back so we can watch your breasts bounce while you fuck yourself." Sitting next to Jasmine, I slipped my hand under her blouse and played with her pierced nipples while we watched the Hmong slave humping like a dog on Jasmine's leg. Jasmine brought her left leg up and rested it across my lap, then reached down between her legs with both hands. Jasmine pulled on and pinched her clitoris with more force than any other woman I'd ever seen. I was almost afraid she would pull out the gold stud, ripping her clitoris in the process. With her other hand Jasmine alternated between fucking two or three fingers in and out of her pussy and pinching her cunt lips while she pulled and stretched them.

I pulled Jasmine's top up under her armpits so I could see her breasts and, seeing how roughly Jasmine was treating herself, I pulled and twisted her nipples with more and more force. I was determined to make Jasmine ask me to be more gentle, but the harder I pulled on and twisted her nipples the louder Jasmine moaned and the harder she pulled and twisted on her clitoris. The slave's cunt was leaving a large, wet, slimy area on Jasmine's nylon covered legs. The slave's fucking motions became more forceful as it approached an orgasm.

"No," Jasmine yelled, pulling her leg away from the slave's crotch just before it came, "don't you dare cum on my leg." Jasmine placed her high-heeled foot between the whimpering slave's breasts and pushed it backward away from us. We stopped what we were doing to have a good laugh at the slave curled up in the fetal position whimpering on the floor.

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