I wasn't restrained, no chains, no rope, no cuffs, but it didn't matter. I was naked in a remote location surrounded by dominant dykes, some of them real bull dykes. I was helpless and a slave and completely at their mercy.
When Chains took my arms and guided me across the room of staring women I figured it was just to be placed in some new, uncomfortable position to service another one of the women in some painful way. At least... I kind of hoped so.
She guided me to table. It looked like a small dining table, about six feet long, about four feet wide. A cheap table, but sturdy.
"Lay down," she barked and pushed me down roughly. My stomach and breasts hit the Formica top with a slap as I was shoved down on it; it was cool to the touch. My arms were quickly pulled to the sides and up, and were quickly tied to the table legs above my head where I lay. Someone behind me (not Chains) kicked my ankles and legs apart so they were spread wide, my feet next to the table legs.
My ankles were quickly tied to the table legs. I had been on my tip toes with the way they had pulled my arms toward the table legs when tying them, and now my legs were spread I could no longer touch the floor. My toes were probably only an inch away from the kitchen tile but it didn't matter. It might as well have been ten feet.
Someone, one of the girls I was sure (not the bull that had stretched me so horribly a few minutes ago), started probing my sore cunt. I just lay there, waiting and accepting the probing and hands that slid over my bare flesh.
My head lay on the table, turned to the side. I was looking to me left and I saw a woman, a bull dyke, doing something. At the stove. The gas burner was on, the flames turned on high. My hair had flopped down over my face and it was hard to get it out; my face was wet with sweat and some other fluids, and the hair stuck. I moved my head, shook it and managed to get some of it out of my eyes.
The bull dyke had salt and pepper hair cut short like a man, but was topless and had massive breasts that wobbled as she moved. I lay, fascinated as I watched her move. In spite of her masculine look, she was overtly sexual in a very in-your-face way. Chains went over and put her arms around the bull dyke where she worked and I watched as Chains put her arms around the dyke from the back, fondling her breasts from behind. The bull dyke continued working with whatever she was doing with the stove. Chains whispered something to her, and the bull dyke nodded, leaning back to give Chains a big, sloppy, sexual kiss.
She then returned to the stove. What was she doing? Whatever it was, I was getting nervous. Well, I had been nervous before but I was getting scared. So much so I hardly felt the fingers going in and out of my cunt and ass.
Then I saw a bit more of what the bull dyke was doing. She had some sort of thin metal rod that ended in some sort of twist. She had it in the flame of the gas stove burner, and was heating it.
I almost threw up the fear hit my stomach so hard. She was heating a piece of metal. Directly in the flame like that, it was getting heated to where it was going to be glowing, red hot... in fact... I could see the end glowing just a bit. That had to be for more.
I whimpered. "Oh god, please no... please no..."
Begging would not influence anyone there, in fact it would probably just get them off. I tried the one thing I could think of that might have an effect. "Master... master will not like me to be damaged!"
Chains grabbed my hair, lifting my head off the table and shoving her face directly in mine. "Master is the one that instructed us to do this. It's why you are here, slave."
Where? For how long? What was going on?
I struggled against the restraints on my arms and legs, panicked. They wouldn't budge, though I could wriggle around a bit.
The bull dyke removed the metal from the flame and examined it. There was a tiny wisp of smoke that rose from the metal. The end was in a shape. A curve. I couldn't see exactly how it was curved, but it was a very definite pattern. It became clearer.
They were going to brand me.
I turned my head away, putting my face down on the hard table surface, still straining against the restraints uselessly. I screamed out then. "NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!"
Turning my head back the bull dyke was moving over to me, the metal brand glowing slightly. It was a very thin piece of metal, and so glowed easily, and the pattern at the end was simple but delicate.
And it was heading for me.
"Hold her down," said the bull dyke.
Several sets of hands grabbed me to keep me from wriggling. I kept trying. Where were they going to do it? Had Master actually approved this? It was just one more step in my descent into complete owned slavery... to be permanently marked.
"NO NO NO NO NO..." I was yelping, terrified. I could smell the hot metal as it got very close.
They were holding my upper body.
One of the women crawled up on the table and actually sat on my back, at my waist. There must have been five women holding my shoulders and upper body in place.
I could do nothing.
Someone shoved something into my mouth. I thought it was a gag, but it was more like a stick with cloth wrapped around it.
"Bite down on this," someone said. I gripped the gag in my teeth. It wasn't fastened down, I could have spit it out but I had a feeling I would want it in a second or two.
The bull dyke was in position.
I tensed. My jaw was biting down on the bit gag, hard, my jaw muscles like iron. I closed my eyes, my hands going to fists.
I waited for the burn.
When it came it was worse than anything I could have imagined. It was sudden, and hard. The metal piece hit my left shoulder blade and pressed down really hard. The burn was instant and terrible, and I screamed through the gag. Jerked, moved, as best I could even though I was being held down.
There were still a set of fingers in my cunt, another in my ass, but all thought of that was long gone. My entire world had focused onto the one point on my left shoulder blade that had burst into raw fire.
I continued screaming. The pain continued. It was a few moments before I realized the branding iron had been removed, but the burning, the pain, was just as intense.
My screaming slowly subsided and was replaced with sobbing, tears flowing freely.
"ohmygodohmygodohmygod..." I began saying over and over.
Someone put some ice on the wound. I simply lay there on the table, limp.
The woman who had been sitting on me got off. It was over. My back was burning, hurting terribly, but it was over. I would begin to heal now.
The bull dyke and Chains were looking at my back, standing next to the table. There was a slightly strange smell in the room. Something.. burned flesh. My flesh.
"Looks pretty good," Chains said.
"Yeah. I like it," the bull dyke said.
Chains leaned down to my face again. "Well, you are his now. Permanently. That mark will tell everyone you are his whore."
My legs were undone, then my wrists. I didn't attempt to get up though. Someone was rubbing a salve on my wound. It was still burning but was beginning to feel a bit better.
But most of all, inside me I was broken. My body had been permanently branded, modified in a way to show my new status as a completely owned slave and slut. I would never get away from it now. It would follow me where ever I was.
I wanted Master. I didn't like being wounded, burned, branded, without his comfort. I wanted to bow at his feet and feel his hand on my head. I wanted him to slap me. I wanted him to rape me. Anything. Even a whipping would have made me feel better at that point.
Instead they handed me a mirror.
"Take a look," the bull dyke said. Another dyke was holding a mirror behind me. I was able to angle the mirror and see the brand on my shoulder. It was an angry red splotch, but in the middle was a darker pattern, almost black curve. A curled "C".
I stifled sobs and nodded. Putting the mirror down.
"It will heal quickly. The salve will help a lot," said the bull dyke. "Follow these instructions to apply the antibiotic creme, and the salve to help it heal, and the scaring should be minimal and restricted to the small area of the brand."
I nodded, tears streaming from my eyes, but acceptance of the change that had been applied to my flesh..
"What shall we do with the newly branded slave?!" Called out Chains to her crew. It didn't matter what they did to me now. I was meat. A slave. Something to be used. I would submit and please.
Several people called out ideas as I stood there, unrestrained but willing to do as I was told. Every ounce of resistance had been drained from me.
My shoulder burned like it was on fire, though the salve had helped a bit. Moving my left arm sort of made it worse but it was bad to begin with so... it didn't matter.
"Fuck her!" called someone. "Make her fuck the stud," shouted another. I assumed they meant the black slave that was there. "Strapons!" shouted another. "Make her serve us drinks... with no hands!" shouted another. "Enema," cried another bull dyke in the corner. "Hang her upside down and beat her," said the bull dyke that had branded me.
I didn't react to any of these things. I just stood, looking at the floor, hair hanging down to cover my face. I wasn't the only naked person in the place, the black bull stud was naked someplace, and most of the dyke bikers were partially clothed. A couple were mostly naked, though none were completely undressed.
"I do think she needs to be thoroughly fucked after being branded," said Chains. I wondered what she meant, as there was only one guy in the place. I was no stranger to sex with women, in fact it was what I preferred, but somehow I didn't think these women were all going to take turns eating me out.
"All right then!" Cried one woman, an older woman of about 50, who has lean and hard muscled. She wasn't especially good looking but she had her top off and what I could see of her, she had an amazing, muscular body.
"Betty is going to fuck her!" Cried another woman. "Let me do it too!"
They both rose and "Betty", the older hardbody woman, dug around inside a bag that had been peeking out from behind one of the chairs. She pulled out two elaborate leather type harnesses that I recognized immediately. Strapon. And two dildos, one larger, one smaller. Both were of the natural-feel rubber kind, not the hard plastic.
Chains pushed me down to my knees.
"Wish she had bigger boobs, I'd love to tie them up and punish them," said another of the women. She was sitting on a sofa, her hand in another biker's pants, slowly rubbing, massaging between the other woman's legs. I could see the movement under the denim.
"We can still abuse them," said Chains. "Right now she gets fucked."
I took the dildo in my mouth and sucked.
"All the way to my balls, bitch." Better demanded, grabbing my hair and pulling my head into her hips. The rubber shaft slid deeper inside my mouth and into my throat. I gagged from the unexpected, sudden sensation, but managed to keep the contents of my stomach down.
"Get around back of her, Elaine," Better said to the other woman who was also wearing a strapon now. "Pinch her tits."
Elaine moved around back, her cock pressing against my back as she leaned down and pinched and pulled my nipples, hard. I have sensitive nipples and it hurt, but nothing compared to the lingering pain from being branded.
After a minute of sucking Betty's cock, she pulled out and said, "Enough. Hands and knees."
I moved forward and lowered my hands down so I was on all fours. Betty moved around to the back and switched places with Elaine behind me.
I had not counted how many people were there, but I think it was about 20 girls. Most of them were rough looking. Chains was the best looking, in a rough sort of way. Betty had the best body. There was one petite blonde who was wearing a spiked dog collar sitting on the floor next to one of the other dykes. She was cute in a very young way. All in all, I was the best looking female in the bunch, I knew. That wasn't a good thing. It pissed a number of them off, including Chains. They wanted to put me in my place.
And the entire room was watching me on all fours. A number of them had passed by to examine my brand and express their approval to the bull dyke. But now, they were all sitting in what was more or less a circle, watching Betty, Elaine and Chains abuse me as I submitted to them.
Several of them had their cell phones out and were taking photos of me, or capturing video. I tried to ignore that, but realizing my branding and subsequent humiliation was being recorded by a bunch of strangers made me flush in embarrassment. I knew the images would make their way to the internet and could quite possibly go viral. It was as if there were thousands of men watching me in an arena right now, all stroking their cocks as I took whatever the dykes dished out.
Elaine shoved her dildo cock into my mouth and I sucked it just like a real one. I even swirled my tongue on the head, and used my lips. In back of me, Betty was placing her cock against my anus, using her fingers to spread my ass cheeks wide, pressing and pulling hard.
"I don't care of you loosen up, slut, but this cock is going in your ass." Betty shoved hard. I gasped and Elaine's cock went deep because I was pushed forward just as Elaine pushed in.
Betty's cock went in and Elaine's cock was already as deep as it would go.
I made a sort of gurgling, gasping noise. Not really a protest but an involuntary choke and grunt from being impaled on both ends.
What was really humiliating about all of this was that I knew the cocks embedded deep inside me were just objects. Neither of these women were feeling any physical stimulation or pleasure from fucking me. Neither was I, for that matter, since no one was near my cunt or pussy.
What pleasure there was came from everyone in the room watching my body get invaded, pounded, made to service a purposeless mistress, to behave as if I was fucking when in reality I was just being tortured. That was getting the women off. And I wanted to die from humiliation. I truly felt like a simple piece of meat, good for nothing.
Betty and Elaine continued pushing in and out for a while, Betty's cock making it deep inside my rectum.
Suddenly Elaine pulled out of my mouth and lay down on her back, just to my side.
"Spread your legs, wide!" She barked. I moved my knees apart. Betty was still inside my ass, thrusting. She never let up. I figured I was bleeding by then, but it still didn't hurt as much as the brand.
Elaine squiggled and squirmed under me, slid her legs between mine until her face was just below mine.
"Lower yourself on my cock," she demanded. Her strapon dildo was sticking up below my crotch, just below where Betty was thrusting. I lowered my hips and felt the tip of Elaine's rubber cock sliding over my stomach. She lifted it up, sliding it over my clit, and it found my pussy lips, spreading them.
Both girls were thrusting inside me now. I could feel them rubbing against each other when inside, a fairly thin wall of flesh between them inside me.
I'd never experienced dp before, though once I had inserted a butt plug and then fucked a guy. This was different. The dildos were larger, like large cocks, longer and they were moving. I was being fucked in both holes.
Simply moaning and grunting from the effort and pain of being thrust into, I took it. I lowered myself into Elaine. Our bare stomachs had touched before, I now felt her bare breasts against mine. They were soft, larger than mine. She grabbed my head and kissed me. It was hard because my body and head were bouncing around from their thrusts, but we managed a deep, tongue filled wet kiss.
It was interrupted by someone saying, "Suck me!"
A third woman was kneeling next to Elaine's head and mine. I pushed up on my hands again and was presented with another dildo strap on. "Oh... fuck..." I moaned.
"Take me! We want you completely filled like the slut you are!" grunted the woman. She was perhaps 40 with beautiful dark hair, a face with sharp features and a sexy if slightly overweight body. Her breasts sagged a bit but were still good. None of the women here were good looking, except perhaps for Chains and the cute young one with the dog collar. And me. This woman was average looking, but somehow it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was to suck her cock.
And I did.
Three cocks inside me, none of them real. I had never thought this would happen to me. I was getting pounded from all sides. Filled, my body bounced in odd, random ways as the uncoordinated thrusts of the three women kept going.
Betty stopped, pulled out, but it stopped nothing. She gave her strapon to Chains, who slid it on and picked up where Betty had stopped. They could keep this up all night until I was bruised and bleeding from every orifice.
It lasted about a half hour, I think. It seemed longer. Elaine pulled out of me first, then the woman with her cock in my mouth. I noticed at that point that a number of the dykes had lost a lot of their clothes and were engaged in various forms of sex. Some where watching me and masturbating. There were two couples making out. The rest seemed to be watching me intently with hands or lips or something else stimulating their partner. Most of them were enjoying the sexuality of my abuse.
When Chains finally withdrew her cock from my ass, I collapsed on the floor, curling up into a fetal position. My ass hurt horribly, as did my cunt. The inside of my throat was sore, both from plastic dildos and from vomit that had surged up a couple of times. The brand on my back was feeling better, though it still hurt.
I thought of my master, and wished he would come soon. I wanted to be home, serving him.
