A sneer crossed his face as he looked down at his Cantonese college cunt--he had forgotten its name--as his house slave put the finishing touches on the Asian slut.  Just an hour ago he had had her call the cunt and tell it to be waiting for his limo outside its apartment, knowing that it would be dripping in anticipation of being used by its Master.  His house slave, Maja used to be her name, he recalled idly, had taken it in hand as soon as it had leaned into the car.

First, to make sure it didn't use its mouth unnecessarily, a large penis gag had been inserted, his house slave being none too gentle.  Then it had been stripped, its lithe body exposed, its soft flesh smooth and white, its cheeks blushing nicely in humiliation at the ungentle handling.  Its head had been pulled brutally back by its hair, its septum stud replaced by a large ring, two short chains added to the ring and clipped to each of the rings through its nipples, pulling its chin to its chest, its nipples stretched nicely. 

Then, as if the cunt were no more than a piece of meat, his house slave had held it down and shoved two huge vibrators into it, one in its cunt and the other in its ass before turning them on and binding them in place with a crotch rope that dug deeply into its sensitive cunt-flesh.  He watched, amused, as it squirmed and blushed at his feet as his house slave finished by hog-tying it.  It was a good find, he thought as he sneered down at the bound cunt, excited by the way its body trembled, at its lithe, sexy body, its small breasts stretched by the chain, its petite frame with a beautiful pinched waist flaring into a sexy, full ass.  The best, though, was how it craved exposure and humiliation, the pain just a background to the knowledge that its Master saw it as a trophy to display and offer to his friends.

She trembled at his feet, her mind shut off from everything but the sensations she was feeling, from the humiliation she had just undergone, her body twisted and turned, stripped and penetrated and bound as if she were nothing but a piece of meat, the large dildo gag shutting out anything but grunts and moans from her mouth.  The call from his house slave, the only other girl she had ever seen him with, had sent a sudden need throughout her body, had flushed everything but a desire to be in her Master's hands from her mind.  Now she was bound at his feet, the vibrators making her heart race, her body panting in lust and need, the pull on her nipples a dull ache, the rope digging into her cunt and ass just painful enough to keep her from the cum she wanted ever so badly.  She could feel his eyes on her, heating her body, as she wondered what her Master had planned.

He had never once used her, not her mouth, not her ass, not her cunt.  Instead, he had taken her, bound her, paraded her in front of his friends, offered her body to them as if he owned her, sometimes watching, sometimes not, as they played with her, teased her and made her writhe and beg, used her body for their pleasure, their fingers, their cocks plunging into her body at her Master's pleasure.  She moaned and whimpered as she thought of what was in store for her.

As they pulled down the alley he motioned to his house slave to get it ready, and stepped out when his driver opened the door, his house slave placing the leash in his hands, the other end bound to the newly attached collar around its neck, its bindings cut.  Into the alleyway and through the back door and down a long hallway; he passed the door to the dungeon, where one could play all types of nasty, fun games, and continued along to the front, leading his crawling Cantonese college cunt behind him.  The front was where the extras waited, men without partners, having coffee or tea, eating a pastry or two, waiting to be called down into the dungeon to play.

She cried out into her gag as she crawled down from the car into the dirty alleyway, her nose-ring yanking her head down, a trickle of blood  leaking from her nostrils before she got control and followed after her Master on her hands an knees, fear and humiliation filling her, feeding her, making her body burn with shame and lust.  She couldn't look up, couldn't see where he was leading her, knowing only that he had taken her into the city, was exposing her, exposing her naked, crawling, ringed, vibrators deep in her cunt and ass, leading her like a beast, nothing more than a wanton animal.  The feel of the street under her knees and hands, the rope sliding across her crotch with each movement of her hips, the vibrators buzzing deep in her groin, the pull at her nipples and nose, filled her mind with the immediacy of her debasement, felt all the more due to the slickness that was her own need coating her thighs.

The hallway was dingy and long, and anticipation built in her as her Master led her to her fate, her breath coming hard and fast, her stomach quivering, doing flip-flops of dread and desire.  Then she was led through another door, and she saw table legs, and chair legs, and the shoes of men, and heard the murmuring of voices and it felt like her heart almost stopped before starting to pound in her ears, almost drowning out all other noise, her will leaving her, all thought leaving her, time seeming to slow as she crawled out after her Master, exposed to all, degraded before all.

He walked it around the room, enjoying the greedy eyes that followed it, enjoying how they all wanted what he possessed, the mind and flesh of the thing at the end of his leash.  It was a good turnout, about fifteen men, all ages, waiting for the possibility to be called downstairs to the dungeon, to take part in the perverse games below.  He had brought them a gift, the gift of available flesh, meat for their cocks, a thing for their pleasure, and he smiled at his house slave and nodded to her to clear a space for him and it.

So many, so many, she thought as her Master led her around, her view constrained, her body shaking visibly, almost missing the signal to stop, a soft tug on the leash.  She went down onto her elbows, her forehead touching the cold floor, and spread her legs wide, feeling the eyes of all those strangers on her, on her ass, on her cunt, on the rope splitting her down the middle.  She could see more now, from between her legs.  She was inside a coffee shop, and her head swam at the thought of it, to be exposed like this, in a place like this, her need glistening on her thighs for all eyes to see, revealing her as the needy slut she was.  She moaned.

"Display yourself, cunt," her Master's words cut through the fog of her lust and humiliation, and she reached back and gripped her ass cheeks, her fingers touching near her anus, and pulled them apart, exposing everything, everything, tears leaking from her eyes at the sheer degradation of it even as her cunt spasmed around the vibrator still buzzing inside her.

He sat down, letting his cunt's display go on, watching how all eyes seemed to drill into the rope splitting it in two, listening to the change in the cafe, from quiet to still, waiting, anticipating.  They knew he was not here to tease them; they had a role to play, but he was in charge, he had the cunt and the ass, he had what they wanted and was offering it to them.  All they had to do was wait.  His house slave leaned forward and cut the crotch rope from it and slid the vibrators from its holes, leaving her gaping lewdly, obscenely, for them to see, a long moan from it as they were pulled free further fueling the rising lust in the room.

"It is free to be used, ass or cunt.  My slave here will help you with a condom before you use it as you please."

Her whole body shook as the first cock slammed into her cunt in one punishing thrust, hips slamming against her ass, hands slapping her hands out of the way before strong fingers gripped her hips.  She gagged and choked, her vision blurring as dark spots danced across her vision, everything seeming to stop as her stomach spasmed, her body wracked with pleasure as her lust exploded, her orgasm cascading over her with every thrust of the cock into her cunt, every pounding blow against her cervix setting fireworks off behind her eyelids.  Before he was done, her body felt like it had been wrung out, every muscle exhausted, aching, quivering, his hands and his cock seeming to hold her up to continue her abuse.

She grunted, squeezing her eyes tight as the second one took her in the ass, pain flaring briefly before the image of herself kneeling, exposed, cock in her ass, an animal being rutted, revived her lust, and she opened her eyes and looked down her body to the sides.  Men, five, ten, maybe more, all waiting to use her, to fuck her, to stick their cocks into her helpless body.  She shuddered in lust.

She had lost count of the number of times she had been fucked, her mind barely able to hold onto how many times she had cum, knowing that her Master would demand that of her.  Seven, seven times.  Her ass cheeks burned from the pinching and slapping it had taken, hard hands enjoying making her grunt and cry through her gag as they fucked her.  Her cunt ached and throbbed, as did her ass, the last two orgasms bringing almost as much pain as they had pleasure, more intense, needed, craved sensation than pleasure.  They didn't care, none of them, didn't care about anything but her ass and cunt and how they could use it; she was nothing to them, nothing but a toy, the thought filling her with humiliation even as it settled a deep satisfaction over her as another man took seconds from her cunt, his motions sending a dull ache through her body, her mind accepting it as right, as proper, as her place in this world.

As he led it out, back to the limo, he reflected that it had been a successful evening.  The men had cheered when he had ungagged it and had it thank them for fucking it and tell them how many times it had cum.  It was his turn soon, his cock hard and ready, his body primed from his display of power.  He thought he would take his house slave in the ass tonight while it serviced her with its mouth.  He smiled as he imagined its eyes gazing longingly at his cock while he drilled his house slave, its tongue working feverishly to please her even as she squeezed her ass for his pleasure.  It was a perfect evening.