Thread: The Life of a Sex Slave

Dante grinned at her expression, watching as her head lolled back at her breasts heaved. He fought the urge to push farther into her untouched pussy, stretching it around his own fingers. Instead, he only let her have the tip, the brought his thumb to circle around her clit. The way she moistened at his ministrations made his pants become slightly tighter, and he watched her body with burning green eyes. Suddenly, he craved the feeling of his cock being the one to stretch and break her... He wanted to mark her, make her want him, make her become the slut she was destined to be... Fuck, she'd be one hell of a slave once she got the hang of it, he thought. Taking his hand away from her, not allowing her release, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the clean. Her juices on his tongue, their sweet taste making the buldge in his pants that much more uncomfortable. With his nod of permission, the maids undid the straps and let her up, putting her in a chair to fix her hair. Within a couple hours, they gave her a few highlights, trimmed and blew out her hair, gave her some make up to accentuate her eyes and lips, the spritzed her with some perfume. Dante nodded in approval from the corner of the room, then a maid came in with a rack of clothing in her side. I want her in very little, he murmured, arching an eyebrow and showing a maid what he wanted Emily to where. She nodded, and all four maids immediately started to dress Emily in a black garter belt that hooked to thigh high stockings, but no panties. She was left toppless, her perky breasts enough to please Dante on their own, but was given sky high black heels, accentuating her beautiful legs and ass. With an added touch, she was given a black leather collar, the material of fine design, and the lock on the front made of pure gold. Moving around her dressed form, Dante nodded in approval. Quickly, he put the leash through her new collar and tied her hands behind her back, leading her out of the room and into the hall with her new wardrobe. If it makes you feel better, he murmured, looking over at her. His green eyes burned into her, then looked down at her gorgeous form. You will be priced for atleast a million... That's on looks alone... And with how much you seemed to be enjoying you little rub down in there, you will get the hang of things soon enough. Leading her into a large, three story high room, he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. The room was lined with what seemed like hundreds of golden cages, going up and down the walls. The room was gorgeous, a chandelier in the middle with a little sitting room for men to congregate at. Most of the cages were empty due to most of the slaves being with their owners, but it was obvious what they were for when you got close enough to view the naked women in every other cage. Leading Emily up two flights of stairs, he unlocked cage 402, and nodded for her to get in. I'll be back for you in a couple hours, he said, undoing her leash. Meet your cagemate. With that, he pushed her in a toward a woman of eary twenties. She was red head with an extreme hour glass figure and breasts that coudl atleast be a D bra size. She had a sexy, yet genuine smile as she sauntered over to Emily, her own red heels clicking on the golden floor. Reaching out, she brushed some of Emily's hair out of her face. I'm Serena, she murmured, I'm assuming your new... But don't worry, honey, you'll be fine with a body like that. You will be taken care of around here. Some one as pretty as you is rarely put aside. She smiled and her head slid from her shoulder down her arm. And the women around here? We are friendly. We look out for eachother.