Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex between females and depictions of sexual slavery. If you are under 18 or offended by this type of material please do not continue. Otherwise, please read on and enjoy! Also, any resemblance of the characters in this work of people either living, dead or fictitious is unintentional and purely coincidental.
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“Alright, we’ll do it when she heads out.” Jessica hung up the phone. She turned to Alyssa. “She wants us to clean up the bedroom. Cassandra is ready.” She grinned.
“Yes!” said Alyssa. “We’re almost there, honey.” She grabbed Jessica behind her head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. “We’ve got her.” She kissed Jessica again. “We’re gonna be Owners.”
“Oh baby, yeah,” said Jessica. “Our own houses.” She started running her hands around Alyssa’s back. “Our own slaves...” She leaned in and frenched Alyssa.
“Mmmmm...” Alyssa pulled Jessica down. “I can’t wait...”
Cassandra pulled herself up. She still shook with fear and trepidation.
What am I going to do now? I can’t let anyone else find out...
She staggered into the bathroom to clean up.
I’m in so much trouble now. Oh god.
She turned on the shower, then thought twice about it and started filling the tub.
I need to relax for a bit. Get my head straight. Bath will do me good.
She added a bath bead and twirled her hand in the water, testing the temperature as it rose. The bubbles swirled around and filled the room with jasmine.
What will Tatiana do?
She turned off the water. A tear sent ripples bouncing off the edges of the tub.
What am I going to have to do to her to keep her quiet?
She slid into the water, letting it drown her fear.
That’s better. I just need a little time to settle down and think.
She sank a little lower and closed her eyes. “Mmmmmm.” She leaned her head back on the tub pillow and let herself drift.
Cassandra got up from her bed and saw the clothes laid out for her.
It’s my outfit.
She lightly ran her hands over the velvet.
It’s soft, like me.
She picked up each piece in turn, sliding it on slowly, languishing in the steamy pleasure of slipping on such sexy lingerie.
I look absolutely delicious. I wonder who will eat me up?
She looked down at the last item on the bed.
My collar. Ooohhhh...
She picked it up and slid it up her belly, between her breasts to her throat. Her stomach dropped and she felt her pussy clench and juice as the sweet, melting lava flowed up to her mind. She moved the controlling velvet into position around her neck.
click
She shuddered and her eyes fluttered as the orgasm burned away the last of her strength and will.
I’m owned. Soft, weak, willing, submissive... Oohh, and it feels sooo gooood...
She caught her breath when her Owner stepped through the door.
“I’m glad to see you’re dressed, candi,” said Tatiana. “Come along now. I have some people that want to meet you.”
Use me.
candi got up and walked behind her Mistress.
“Ooouuuuhhhhhgggghhhhh blurp blurp blurp.”
Cassandra pushed her spasming cunt out of the water as her head slid under.
ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod
She struggled to move up and get air into her lungs. She gasped as her mouth cleared the surface. Her pelvis slowly sank back into the tub. She gulped air into her screaming chest. She started shaking. Slowly she regained her ability to think.
Oh god. I didn’t just do that.
She climbed out of the tub, still quivering. The panic started welling up in her gut. She grabbed her thick towel and held it to her chest.
I didn’t I didn’t I didn’t I didn’t...
She wiped off her face and clutched the towel again.
Not Tatiana. No, not her.
She dried off quickly, the chilling fright driving her.
I need to get away for a while. I never really recovered from whatever happened on Halloween. It’s bent me like a funhouse mirror.
She pulled her hair back in a ponytail, not wanting to take the time to do anything with it.
I’ll go downtown. Maybe I can get a room or something. I can’t stay here. It just keeps getting worse.
She pulled on some strech pants and a tight shirt and slipped on a pair of heels. She grabbed her purse as she hurried out of the bedroom.
“Get the car ready!”
Jessica and Alyssa slipped into Cassandra’s room. They unzipped their bags and quickly grabbed the devices they had installed on Halloween. They scrubbed a little to get all the glue from the tape off and sprayed ammonia to break down any traces of the raspberry mixture.
“Can you imagine it? Being here on this bed, with all that stuff around you, having your dreams manipulated by a little box?” said Jessica.
“That would be so... strange...” replied Alyssa. She chuckled. “I don’t think I could’ve resisted all that we’ve put her through.”
“I bet you couldn’t. You’d be the one juicing at the thought of succumbing to your desires, cumming when you put the collar on,” Jessica said. “You’d have your cunt up in the air with your fingers abusing it just like Cassandra did. You’d be just as helpless.”
Alyssa caught her breath. “Uh huh.”
They both stood looking at the bed.
“I... um, yeah. We should... um, get, um, going...” said Jessica.
“Um, yeah, going.” Alyssa turned to her friend. “High off the bed. Just like her... Ooohhh, that’s so hot...” Her eyes fluttered. “I bet you would to. You’d be cumming at the same time. Right next to me.”
“Yeah...” Jessica trembled as she shut her eyes and let her imagination drift.
I’d collar alyssa because I was told to, because I was too hot not to. I’d turn my own best friend into a slave and love every minute of it. It’d make me juice to follow orders and cum to see her give in...
“Oh god.” Jessica could tell by the look in Alyssa’s face that she was thinking the same thing. “Oh my god...”
They both darted out of the room.
Cassandra walked down the sidewalk clenching her long coat against the cold. She stopped at each window in turn, trying a little too hard to examine each item displayed. One had a mannequin dressed up in jeans and a t-shirt.
I could be displayed in a window like this... She shook her head. NO. You need to get out of this mode you’re in.
She strode down the street a little further, concentrating on her feet.
Keep moving, you have to keep moving. You can get through this, Cass.
But how? Tatiana knows...
bump
She brought her head up as she took a step back. “Oh, sorry.”
“Sorry. Merry Christmas!” The man walked past.
She continued on her journey down the sidewalk, not really knowing where she was going to end up.
I can’t keep looking at the displays. I need to find a place that I can clear my head. Maybe a book store, or a coffee shop.
She looked around to see if something was nearby. Her eyes found another window. This one had mannequins in steamy lingerie. Cassandra felt herself moisten.
Oh, that place might make me work... er, might work.
She felt drawn in as she walked up to and through the door.
Yes, this is exactly what I need.
She took a deep breath, smelling the soft lingering scent of desire emanating from the feminine outfits lining the racks. She slowly walked between the clothes, brushing her hand lightly across a few.
So soft.
She stopped as she saw a matching set hanging on the wall. She caught her breath, feeling her pussy spasm and her stomach flop at the sight. She wasn’t sure if it was excitement and longing or horror and despair that drew her to it, but she slowly stepped over. She reached out and ran her fingers along a bra cup.
Black velvet.
She felt her pulse quicken and her breathing come in ragged gasps. Her desire dripped down her thighs.
I... I can’t. No. I have to leave.
“Ma’am, may I help you?”
Cassandra jumped in fright and flipped around quickly to face the salesgirl. “Um, I, I...”
I can’t let her know.
“Oh, I know who you are. I was told to expect you.” Cassandra’s eyes went wide. “I have what you came for back behind the counter.”
What could she have for me?
The salesgirl reached out and took Cassandra by the hand. She led her to the counter. Cassandra supported her shaking legs on it while the salesgirl ducked around the side and bent down.
I... I know...
The salesgirl stood up with a bag in hand. She slid the contents out onto the counter. The black velvet spilled into a pile.
“Special order, right?” She held up the bra. “’candi’ in gold letters on each piece.”
Cassandra couldn’t stop the moan. A tear dropped from her cheek to match the tears of joy dripping from her pussy. She raised a trembling hand to touch the bra.
Just like I put on in my dream.
The salesgirl looked at her. “I guess this has some special significance, then? Is ‘candi’ you?”
Oh god, she understands.
Cassandra tried to keep the longing and need off her face as she nodded slightly. “It’s, uh, it’s me.”
“Really? You know, this is a great outfit, ‘candi’, but I have something else you should try on. Wait here.” She walked to the door, locked it and put up the “Closed” sign. She strode back and grabbed Cassandra by the wrist. “Over here.” The salesgirl led the older woman deeper into the store.
Why am I following her? Why did I say it was me? Why am I suddenly so turned on?
Cassandra stumbled as the salesgirl stop them in front of a mirror.
How did she know?
“Stay right here.” Cassandra watched the salesgirl walk off, then return with an outfit. “Put this on.”
Cassandra took the lingerie. “Right here? Out in the open?”
“Yes. Strip, candi, and put on this little outfit. You’re going to look delectable in it.” The salesgirl smiled.
Cassandra felt the fiery butterflies burn through her will and excitement at letting the salesgirl exhibit her in the slutty costume.
Oh, so hot. I can’t do this. People will see me. Oh, I...
“Well, come on.”
I... She told me to. I’m soft, weak... I obey... Oooohhh...
Cassandra took off her coat, unzipped her pants and let them fall down. She pulled the shirt over her head and realized she’d not worn a bra or panties.
I always wear underwear.
Her nipples hardened when the air hit them.
I feel so exposed.
Cassandra slipped out of her shoes. She shivered in the open air. Goosebumps ran over her body, but the molten lava flowing through her warmed her quickly.
What am I doing? Oh god...
“You’re getting really turned on by this, aren’t you, slut?” The salesgirl leaned in and raised Cassandra’s chin so they were face to face. “You love it, don’t you?”
Cassandra’s chin quivered. She barely nodded.
“Yes, you do. Say it for me. ‘I’m a slut.’ Go on.”
Cassandra felt the humiliation ignite inside her and turn her skin red. “I, I’m a slut.” Her pussy clenched. “Ooohhh...”
“Now put it on, slut.”
Cassandra picked up the sheer red thong and mincingly placed each leg through. She pulled it up and adjusted it.
Sheer. Anyone can see right through. Oh god, I’m so embarrassed...
The humiliation and desire burned brighter.
Cassandra reached down and picked up the sheer red bra, bending at the waist. She slipped the bra straps over each arm in and stood up holding the cups in place with her hands.
My nipples.. they’ll show right through...
Cassandra felt a tear speed down her cheek. She reached behind with one hand and latched the bra, covering her chest with the other. Then she leaned over and picked up the cape. She twisted it around herself as best she could with one hand.
“Now now, put it on properly,” singsonged the salesgirl.
Oh god, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I don’t know her. This isn’t a dream.
Cassandra moved the cape into position and tied the ribbons to hold it in place.
This is really happening. I’m really letting this happen. Oh god, I’m such a slut...
flash
“You look so sexy in that,” said the salesgirl. She reached over and plopped a little Santa hat on the older woman. “My little Christmas elf.”
flash
Cassandra stood frozen in horror.
Pictures! No pictures! Oh god no!
She tried in vain to cover herself with her arms. “No pictures, no, please...”
flash
“But I know so many people who will love these.”
flash
Cassandra sobbed and sank to the ground. Her pussy cried out with the need to pose. Her hand that covered it started moving. “Oooohhhh...” she moaned.
flash
“That’s great!”
flash
“Keep playing with yourself!”
flash
No... oh god you’re masturbating... in front of a stranger... with a camera...
flash
So hot... oh sooo gooood...
Cassandra spread her legs to give the camera a better view and lay down to give her hands better access.
flash flash flash
“Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah aaaahhhh!”
Cassandra arched her back and pushed her crotch into the air as the fiery orgasm consumed her thoughts.
flash flash flash
“Wonderful! Wonderful!” shouted the salesgirl. She moved over the prone woman. “I have a treat for you, candi.” The salesgirl lifted her skirt to show a shaven snatch with a few drops of dew hanging on the lips. She knelt down on Cassandra’s head, completely suffocating the submissive woman. “Eat me, slut.”
Cassandra started licking and sucking for all she was worth. Her hands kept playing with her sensitive pussy. She felt the edges of her mind black out as the searing pleasure built up to orgasm quickly in her oxygen-starved brain. She moaned and bucked as she fingered her screaming clit and felt her world melt away in the hot pleasure.
Cassandra came to on the floor of the lingerie store, groggy and stiff. She pushed up on the rug underneath her. She lifted her pounding head and looked around, trying to get her bearings.
“Look, the slut’s waking up.” The salesgirl cooed from a bench near the mirror. “Wakey wakey, slut. Time to go!” she said in a singsong voice.
Cassandra slowly got up and looked around for her things. She didn’t see her clothes. “Where, uh, where are my pants? My shirt?”
“Oh, come now, sluts don’t wear things like that!” said the salesgirl. “Seems like you have a lot to learn. Now just give me your credit card and we’ll finish this up so you can get back.”
“But... but...” Cassandra stood there while the woman rung up the sale. She saw that the outfit she had on was included. “Wait... I’m not... Not this, just the... the candi thing.”
“You don’t expect me to put that back on the rack after you came in it, do you?” said the salesgirl. “You’ll just have to pay for it.”
Cassandra stood in shock, not sure what to do. She found herself signing when the woman put the paper in front of her. She felt her coat being slipped on, and stumbled as she was pushed out the door. She looked down at the bag in her hands.
I’m cold. I... I’m still in the elf costume!
She turned to go back into the shop and demand her clothes. She grabbed the handle and shook the door, trying to open it. She looked up and saw the “CLOSED” sign. “No no no no no...” She shook the door again. A few people looked at her as they passed by.
Cassandra held back a sob as she turned away and hurried down the street. She was careful to hold her coat closed.
This can’t be happening to me. This isn’t real.
She found her car and her slave waiting to open the door. She slipped in and let out her emotions, crumpling in the seat wracked with sobs. “Oh god oh god oh god...”
I feel so humiliated. She used me.
She fought to control herself. She saw the slave patiently waiting for instructions on where to drive her.
Get it together. You can still fight this. But you have to be strong.
She let go of the bag and adjusted in the seat. She wiped her puffy eyes and took a deep breath.
I should go home. I can relax there, recuperate.
“Home.” She looked at the slave’s eyes in the mirror. She could see surprise in them.
What? Oh, my coat’s fallen open.
“What? Are you surprised by your Mistress’s choice of clothes? It’s my concern, not yours!” Cassandra felt herself moisten at the look the slave gave her. “Now drive!” She forced herself to sound commanding. The chauffer slipped into traffic.
Cassandra reached into the liquor cabinet and got out the scotch. She poured some in a tumbler and downed it in one swig. She poured more.
This isn’t happening to me.
She swigged more, poured more.
I am an Owner, not a slave. I tell others what to do.
Another swig. Another pour. She looked at the bottle, surprised it was still in her hand. She set it down in the cabinet.
I’m not some two-bit whore on display for everyone else...
She sipped this time, letting the liquid fire warm the cold knot in her stomach. Her hand absently played with the hem of the cape. She watched the buildings move by without registering them.
Dammit. I have to stop this. I’m not candi.
She looked down at her rogue hand. It stopped moving.
She used me. I told her I was candi. She... She... she sat on my face... Oh god...
She swigged the rest of the scotch.
The car pulled up at the mansion. Cassandra watched the slave walk around the car to her door. She swung her legs out, careful to keep her coat closed. The bag from the lingerie store slipped open as she stood up. She quickly closed it and glanced around.
I’m much too paranoid.
She walked inside, nodding at the slave holding the door open.
Home. I’m safe.
Another came up to take her coat. She absentmindedly handed it over, then noticed the slaves staring.
Oh no. I hadn’t meant to do that. They can all see me now.
She felt her heart sink as her pussy heated up. She stayed frozen in place.
I should get out of here.
“Like what you see?” Cassandra twirled, letting the cape fly up. “I can’t wait to see you in it, dear.” She rubbed a slave along the chin. She felt gushing fire light up her crotch and sear her mind. Her eyes fluttered as she sucked in air to stoke the flame. Then she turned as strutted seductively up the stairs, down the hall and into her bedroom. Every slave watched.
Cassandra tossed her new purchases on the bed.
I was on display out there. Oh god, now I’m so horny, someone needs to play with me.
She opened the door that led to the slave pen and stepped through.
Oh god no. I can’t do this! I can’t walk into the pen like this!
She looked down at the outfit she was wearing.
Oh god no! I didn’t strut for them! Oh no...
She ran back into the bedroom, panic crushing her chest as revulsion and fear gripped her.
The slaves know... the slaves... they know...
She started crying.
I’ll be collared...
She collapsed on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
no no no no no no no
Cassandra felt exhaustion beginning to take her. The emotional toll of her ordeals had sapped the last of her strength. She felt herself slowly sliding to sleep as her crying eased.
Can’t.. sleep. Can’t... dream...
candi played with herself while she waited for her Owner’s guest to come into the room. The guest had specifically requested candi and had also asked for a particular costume. candi looked up from her crotch to admire herself in the mirror.
i look hot. She’ll use me. Ooohhh...
candi rubbed faster.
candi’s Owner walked in with her guest. candi looked up at her Mistress, pleading and needful. “Here’s tonight’s entertainment, as you requested,” said her Mistress.
candi felt her pussy quiver. I’m entertainment...
“I always love dominating a formerly strong, willful woman,” said the guest. “Thank you again, Tatiana.” candi looked over at her.
The salesgirl.
candi caught her breath.
“I really love you in this outfit, candi. It brings back such memories. Oh, and I have your hat, candi.” The guest brought out a red Santa hat from behind her back. “You remember this, don’t you?” She laughed. “My luscious elf, ready to play.”
candi remembered. she came.
Cassandra woke, feeling her legs squeezing around her hand. She barely had time to become aware before the melting hot orgasm flowed through her mind.
“Ooohhhuuuuggggghhhhh”
She trembled, trying to hold herself together in the midst of the fiery assault of pleasure.
Elf. A hot, sexy, slutty elf. On display in the store... Oooooohhhh god...
She peaked again.
“Aaaauuuuuggghh”
Her thrusting hips sent her over the edge of the bed. She fell face first onto the floor.
That was amazing. I can still see her pussy coming down...
Cassandra slowly pushed herself up. She shook her head to put out the flame, but it didn’t waver. She still felt so hot and weak, melting in the afterglow. She pulled on the bedsheets to get onto her knees. She looked across the bed.
The bag. Oh no, the outfit...
She felt the fiery butterflies swarm as she finished pulling herself up.
I need to throw it out. Nobody can know.
She reached out to grab the bag.
It’s too late for that, isn’t it. Oh god no.
She picked it up and turned to the trash can. Her lower lip quivered. She looked down at the bag. She reached a trembling hand inside.
Soft. Velvety.
Her pussy sang it’s desire.
Oh god, it’s real!
She pulled out the first thing her hand grabbed. It was the garter. She held it in front of her, inspecting the gold name embossed on the black surface.
candi
It looks like a big collar.
Cold fear spiked from her gut to her mind, but it just added to the excitement and anticipation boiling in her stomach. Her lower lip trembled.
I wonder how this would feel... for real... no dream...
She looked up at the trash can and back down at the garter in her hand. Desire and terror warred inside. Her crotch dripped, letting her know what it wanted.
No one will know if I try it on first. Ooohhh...
Her cunt spasmed in agreement with her decision. She quickly stripped off the little elf costume and stepped into the garter.
No, wait, I need to be clean first. A slave would be clean. Oh yes...
She ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The panic and horror were gone. The desire and longing ruled her. Every nerve was on fire. Her heart pounded in anticipation. She stepped in and quickly washed off.
Need to hurry before someone comes in.
She finished rinsing off and grabbed her towel. She quickly dried off and pulled her hair back in a ponytail, still damp.
I can dry it later. After.
She hurried back into the bedroom and picked the garter back up.
Fresh and clean, like a good slave.
Cassandra stepped into the garter and pulled it up over her hips and into position on her waist. She adjusted it in the mirror.
candi
Oh god, this is so hot. I’m acting like a slave. For real.
She felt her juice dripping along her thighs.
I’ve never been this turned on before.
She quickly reached back into the bag and brought out the hose.
I remember sliding these up, one ‘candi’ facing forward, the other backward...
She worked them up her legs as quickly as she could and snapped the garter belts in place.
Little collars on my thighs. Oh, oh god...
She slipped one hand into her waiting snatch while the other reached into the bag and pulled out the thong. She managed to stop playing with herself and pull the little scrap of fabric up and into place. She looked at herself in the mirror.
Pussy collar. Ooohhh...
The thought sent her hand back down to her screaming clit.
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod”
Must stop... not finished...
She pulled her hand away again. She whimpered involuntarily.
The bra...
She reached into the bag and pulled out the last article of clothing. She slipped her arms through the straps and quickly buckled it in place. She looked in the mirror.
Almost all collared.
She ran a hand up to her throat.
A slave. Oh so hot.
Her hand started back down to her pussy.
No, a slave can’t masturbate without permission.
She stopped herself.
Oh god, a slave...
She felt humiliation and shame wash over her, stoking the already raging inferno of passion inside.
Look at me.
Her eyes glanced up to her face.
Pleading and needful.
Her pussy screamed it’s need. She turned to the door to the pen and ran through.
What am I doing?
She stopped at the top step and looked down at her body. Fear and horror quickly froze the passion inside her.
I... I’m wearing it. Oh god, I almost went into the slave pen like this!
She stepped back up onto the landing and turned into her room. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down. She looked in the mirror.
I... I look... oh god...
She sobbed as she placed her head in her hands.