1. The Breeders Life 4: Traffic Stop


    Date: 9/22/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Authoritarian, Cruelty, Domination / Submission, Fisting, Group Sex, Author: Rilen2016, Source: sexstories.com

    The Breeders Life 4: Traffic Stop I was left alone for the first few weeks after my procedure, at least while I was at work the vibrator was turned on. A mic at the desk well hidden so I could not see it and another one in the office which were both connected to the vibrator in question, meant their were moments in the day when I'd be brought to a juddering halt if I was lucky or I'd end up crying out either in pain or pleasure, depending on what was being said at the time. People had taken to walking by and calling me names just for the fun of it. Their was a note on the desk telling people how to address her, pick one word from a list and use it when you talk to her. She'd had more than one screaming orgasm whilst sat at her desk, Stephen's father had stood their for nearly twenty minutes one morning just saying the word whore over and over again. He was laughing as I could not hold back the moans and cries or the juices that spewed out of me repeatedly while he did this. If the pills didn't make me horny, then the damn vibrator sure did the trick or brought me off more times a day than I could cope with. I was so sensitive at times that a simple word could result in an earth shattering climax. I'd blacked out more than once at the desk and woken up to someone slapping me not so gently across the face. Like I have said before to most of these men I and all women are nothing more than fuck toys to be breed at their pleasure. The latest degradation was a sheer dress body ...
    suit lace of course, the crotch was missing for easy access. He was tired of seeing me in dresses so now it was a new take on a pants suit for women. A lacy one piece body suit. My nipples were always a source of discomfort as now with the straps and or the dresses depending on his mood I was were well with in the sensor range or touching them it didn't make any difference. So I got jolted with pain or pleasure depending on his mood every 5 to 10 seconds. The side effect of working for Stephen was that at the very least I could drive myself to and from home, as I now had a company car. Of course nearly two months on since the procedures I had under gone, I was no longer left alone by people at work. Which usually meant being made to do things which were degrading to watch. I'd been forced to take a 60 year old mans rancid cock in my mouth, he didn't wash very well and he stank as a result. I had wanted to be sick before during and after what he had done. But I knew better than to argue with him or any man. I liked my freedom to much and I liked my job to much. So no matter how disgusting the job was at times, I went about it as I always did and gave it my best shot. Nothing a good long hot shower and mouth wash couldn't cure. I wasn't allowed to bring a change of clothes with me to work, so I came to work in the outfit he chose for me that day and went home in it. Tonight it was the body suit, no panties because hell you know why by now or you should. I am driving along the ...
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