Master's Last Wish

They throw me on the pillows and I stare at the girls one by one seeing who was going to attack first. I should have known better, they all attacked at once. One ripped my shirt off, another pulled my pants down, in no time I was completely naked and there were hands everywhere. I tried to fight, but it was too much for me.

“Good you learn fast,” said number 3 or was it 6?

“What do you want? Humility,” I ask hopefully.

“No, we have enough of that. We want you.”

I shake my head and my hair flies around my face. Someone has undone my bun. I feel a hand tangle in it and pull my head back sharply. My body betrays me and my nipples instantly harden as my pussy floods.

“She likes it,” I hear someone say.

I squeeze my eyes tights. How can I fight 14 hands, 7 bodies? I feel my legs force open and a tongue slide between my thighs. Unintentionally, I moan and that starts the hands grabbing harder. I open my eyes to see a pussy over my face. It’s number 2, the Asian girl, and since I like her I reach up and pull her closer so I can slide my tongue into her.

She arches her back, throws back her head and moans deeply. She rocks her pussy over my face as I grip her hips and suck like a vacuum over her soaking cunt. I dart my tongue in her slit like a piston as I fuck her with my mouth.

Out the corner of my eyes I see other girls who are fucking, eating each other, and I realize I’m part of an all girl orgy. I don’t want to know what Ronaldo expects or wants so I put all my focus and energy into eating this juicy pussy.

I feel a finger slide deep into me added by another one. It feels so good and I can’t help thrusting my hips forward as I try to pump myself on those fingers. It has been so long and it feels so good. I almost loose my mind with the intense feelings. I impel myself harder and faster onto those two fingers trying to drive myself over the edge.

I slid my hand over until I can slide one finger into number 2’s hot snatch. As I pump my finger adding another and another I slither over and suck on her clit letting my tongue curl over and around it. I could feel her tightening her muscles, could feel her so close, just needing that extra push over the edge. I bit down on her clit just enough for her to feel pleasurable pressure and not pain. Immediately, she jumps and cums all over my face. Her juices run down my face, but I don’t stop. I keep sucking, thrusting, licking until she was hot again.

“Oh you eat pussy good,” she cried squeezing her nipples between her fingers as she grounds her pussy against me.

I couldn’t answer as I could feel my own muscles tightening. I felt someone nip at my nipples and that was all I needed. I started writhing and thrusting as I felt my own version of pure bliss. As the last tremors left me I sat still breathing hard and giving tiny licks to the greedy pussy in my face.

“That’s enough,” I heard Ronaldo cry.

All the girls get up and move to the walls. I start to follow, but number 2 shakes her head. I look at Ronaldo and realize his gaze is on me.

“No.”

“Yes,” he states. I didn’t even realize I had spoken aloud. I look past him and am surprise to see Master Arik still here. He raises his drink to me. I glare at him, which makes Ronaldo turn around to see what has caught my attention instead of him. Ronaldo turns back angry and grabs my legs. I kick his grip off.

“I’m warning you. Touch me again and I will hurt you.” Four girls start to surround me.

“Ronaldo, please tell me that you don’t have to rape one of your own girls, do you?” Master Arik’s voice was full of appall and amusement.

“No, get back,” he yells immediately halting the slave’s progress. Ronaldo reaches forward and I pull back. He lunges at my body, but I twist out of the way. “Stop, fighting!”

“No.”

Master Arik’s laughter only made Ronaldo angrier. He grabs my wrist and twists. I clench my teeth at the pain and bring my elbow forward and up. I hear a small crack and see Ronaldo grabbing his nose as it spews blood from between his fingers.

All the girls rush him and I slowly stand. “Stop her.” Ronaldo’s words are muffled. I laugh evilly. “Take her upstairs and lock her in a room. I’ll deal with her in 3 days. No food or water.” He turns abruptly and runs to the kitchen with 3 girls trailing him.

I salute Master Arik and let the others guide me up the stairs and to a room. It’s obviously someone’s room as it’s furnished, but there’s no bathroom and considering that I miss dinner I could see a problem here.

I rummage through the drawers and find a pair of jeans and a shirt. The jeans were a little big. All the shirts in the drawers looked either way too big and would show too much or too small and would show too much. I opted for a button down sweater. I looked through the closet, but whoever lives here loves heels, 4 inch heels. I’ll take my chances walking barefoot.

I open the widow and stare down. It’s a long way down, but there’s a smaller roof under the window and then a small drop. If you call dropping 8 feet down small. I ease out onto the lower roof and creep my way to the edge. I push myself over hanging just by my arms when I notice a drain pipe. I swing one arm onto it and then the other and cling for dear life. Luckily, it holds my weight and I slide down it with small bumps where the pipes fit inside of another as my only discomfort.

My feet reach the ground and my joy is short live as I feel a clasp go around my neck and a click. I look down to see a strange collar and then up into Master Arik’s eyes.

“Impressive,” he comments.

I didn’t get a chance to answer before Ronaldo is outside and staring at me. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

I look at Master Arik as if that same question was also on my mind, but it was being applied to him.

“Not Master Arik, Number 8, you!”

“She’s not Number 8. She’s Severen, my girl,” Master Arik replies.

“No, she’s Number 8.”

“You didn’t collar her. I did and unless you want to fight over it,” Master Arik trails off with a shrug.

“She’s more trouble than she’s worth,” Ronaldo says with venom dripping in his voice. “I don’t know how Michael kept her for so long. I now see why he was eager to get rid of her.”

My eyes damn me and I stiffen. It’s true. I was trouble and I had no where to go. My home wasn’t my home anymore. If I went back Master Stone would just take me back here.

“Some trouble is worth it,” Master Arik states looking at me. He reaches up and cups my face. Ronaldo slams the door shut as he leaves.

“You’re choice Severen. You can take me to be your Master. Or I can drive you over to Michael’s house, get your belongings, and let you free. You can try to find another one on your own, but you have to make this decision right now.”

Finding a Master is hard and as much as I hate myself sometimes, I do need a Master. “You already forced collared me.”

Master Arik reaches up and unclasps the collar. My heart falters and I could feel sorrow fill me. I felt protected and safe with a collar. Master Arik holds the collar in his hand and crosses his arms. I can feel eyes watching me and I knew I was at a cross roads in my life.

I slowly lower my frame until my bottom hits the heel of my feet. I lowered my head looking respectfully at the ground. I reach behind me and bent my arms until they rest at the middle of my back thrusting my breasts forward. I slid my thighs apart until they were open enough for a man’s hand to bridge the gap between them.

“Master Arik, I humbly beg to be your slave.”

I feel him move my hair aside and replace the collar. “Come we are going to Santaria.” Master Arik starts walking down the long driveway and I follow beside him.

“Santaria?”

“My home. A small city that is based loosely off of the book Gor. I understand your Master was Gorean.”

“Yes as I know a few things. Gor was too harsh for me.”

“Gor is too harsh for everyone, but we base our principles on that. You don’t need to know the name of the food or drinks nor do you need to know the positions. You do need to know your place and what we expect.”

“I won’t change me for anyone.”

“I don’t want to change you. I like you the way you are. I’m telling you this, because someone else might want you and, unlike Ronaldo, won’t hold back to hurt you to have you. Always in this city keep your collar shown. Don’t tuck it away as you have done here.”

“I’m not ashamed.”

“I know.”

I dropped back a step. He looked at me with a smile. “I don’t like to be punished,” I told him.

He chuckles as he opens the door to his car. "I don't like to punish, but I will." He closes the door.

"I know," I say to the empty door as I watch him go around the car. "I know.