hotasianamy:

hotnessa:

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Self-love.

Roy Stuart, Noctambulario

“I won’t beat around the bush: pubic hair traps your smell close to your body, and a huge part of attraction comes from smell.”.

(via homeofthevain)

Ah, pheromone! -Amy

hotasianamy:

hotnessa:

vanillaedge:

curvaceousdee:

Self-love.

Roy Stuart, Noctambulario

“I won’t beat around the bush: pubic hair traps your smell close to your body, and a huge part of attraction comes from smell.”.

(via homeofthevain)

Ah, pheromone! -Amy

Mistress Amy, these cartoons are awfully close to our reality, aren’t they? —kelli

Hi,

Mistress Amy and slut kelli are happy to resume our story.  we delayed because we did not want to run out of chapters before we get together again next week.  so here is Chapter 17 and our adventure will continue after we reunite in a few days.

I was so glad I went on the pill last weekend and just hoped it wasn’t too late.  I was beginning to feel like Amy, that it felt so right with my ass high in the air, offering my assets to these men in need.

The bells pulled on all my piercings, but the increase in pressure added to the moment.  The tinkle bells were lovely, but the melody of bells that Amy and I made were something special.  I felt the nose ring on my upper lip.  Would a bell be hung from it?

Still no Diaw.  This was a mystery.  This was his house, we were his fucktoys, and yet he was no where to be seen.  Strange.

Like the previous weekend, I lost count of the number of men that fucked our holes.  It was nearly non stop until late Friday night, early Saturday morning.  Nikita checked in on us several times, and if we weren’t showing enough enthusiasm, she swiped our ass with a small whip.  We weren’t allowed to be passive holes;  we had to behave like each cock was the last on earth.  For times it was acting, other times it felt so right, and when Amy and Kelli were jangling their bells and moaning with two, sometimes three holes filled at once, it felt heavenly.

Finally the cocks were gone, and Amy and I looked at each other, cum covered, totally coated in semen, and smiled.  We had not said a word, when Nikita reentered the room, a chain and  leash in her hand.  She clipped the chain to our clitties and then the leash. Amy and Kelli were one again, and ordering us off the bed and onto all fours, she led us from the fuck room. 

“You both need a few quality hours of sleep,” she said, as we entered our prison, and as she rechained all our cuffs and rings, putting us into strict siriks.  She strapped a penis gag on Amy, and then turned to me.

“Please, Mistress, may…” and she immediately jerked my head back, painfully pulling on my pony tail. 

She jammed another penis gag in my mouth.  “Curiosity is not becoming a kajira, surely you know that, slave,” she hissed into my face.

Yes, I knew that, but this was not going according to plan.  The absence of Diaw continued to worry me.  What if he hadn’t shared our agreement?  But now that I was thoroughly gagged, it was time to make the best of it.  Even in our chained and bondaged conditions, our bodies tired and sore, there was a magnet that brought us together.  We entwined our arms and legs, the gags not allowing us to press our mouths and lips, but for many minutes, until our bodies were slick with sweat, Amy and Kelli were one.

We were awakened with the sound of Mistress snapping her whip.  Outside the cage, two bowls had been set on the floor, cum covered oatmeal again, I suspected.  Last week I ate well, realizing we weren’t likely to get healthy meals, but I was suddenly worried about Amy.  She was thin to begin with, and the lack of good food would soon make her weak. 

Nikita unstrapped our gags and unclipped our clit chain.  We were ordered to crawl into the shower and piss, just like animals, and then to squat in the corner.  She removed the shower head from the wall, and tossing us a tube of shower gel, ordered us to lather our bodies and hair, as she soaked us with the pleasantly warm and soothing spray.  She seemed to be in a good mood, probably making good money last night.

She tossed us a towel, and Amy and Kelli dried each other, the sounds of our bells ringing merrily. I so wanted to plant my lips on hers, but with Nikita standing there, it was impossible. Once reasonably dry, Nikita put our tangly hair into a ponytail, and we returned to our breakfast, now cold and less appetizing than before.  She chained our wrists behind our backs, forcing us to lean over the bowls and lap up the oatmeal like the fuck bitches we were.

She watched over us the entire time, with few words spoken, except for a “Hurry up,”  “Eat it all,” phrase here and there.

Mistress Nikita was dressed up in a very sexy outfit.  A lot of black leather, skin tight, but more than just that. She wore knee high black boots, with 5 inch heels, and a red jacket.  Under the red jacket was a white, very revealing blouse.  And she wore black gloves up to her elbows.She looked a little like a picture I once saw of the way women in England dress when they go out riding.  It felt strange, Nikita dressed like this, and her naked slaves clad only in cuffs and collars of steel and bells hanging from our piercings. 

Once finished, we knelt before our bowls, knees spread widely, revealing our puffy pussy lips, rings, and bells.  She wiped our faces with a wet towel and then inserted red ball gags into our mouths.  Not the simple ball gag with single strap, but these had numerous straps that wrapped over our face and eyes.  I didn’t understand why this was necessary.

She ordered us to “Stay,” and we dared not disobey.  One final check of the room, and she turned and walked out.   Amy and I looked at each other, and lifted our eyebrows as if to say, “What next?”  I made a “mmpphh mmmppphhh mmmmppppmmmm” sound into my gag, trying to impart as I batted my eyes, “I love you.”

It was only about 5 minutes later when the door reopened.  “They’re in here.  I will catch up with you later today.”   Nikita entered, with two, nicely dressed white men, each in their early twenties.  For some reason, I found this moment 100 times more humiliating than anything I had experienced so far.  All the men that had seen and used me over the two weekends were faceless and anonymous.  They were fuckers and rapists, and Amy and Kelli were their fucktoys.  We were nothing more than holes to them.

But these guys were different. In another setting, I would have been physically attracted to both.  They wore polo shirts, Dockers, and were well-muscled.  They hadn’t shaved and I loved that look.  And here I was, naked, nothing more than a ringed and belled animal, gagged, and completely embarrassed to be seen like this.

The nose ring!  That was the worst.  I hung my head in shame.  To be seen like this by two attractive hunks made me want to crawl into a hole and die.

“Nice slave meat,” one said.  Slave meat!  Was that all we were to these guys!  I wanted to shout, ‘I am a post grad student from So Cal!  Two days ago I was a prime candidate for a guy to flirt with, to take to dinner, to have a lovely date!’ and now amy and I are slave meat!

“Yeah, well, let’s get going.  Two more ponies to pick up on the way,” and I glanced to the side, getting a brief look as he clipped a leash to amy’s nose ring.  He looked at me and his blue eyes transfixed me until I felt my nose being leashed by the other guy.  Ponies?  We were led out of our prison, but to where? 

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Amy enjoyed the fucking and was so pleased that Kelli brought back her libido Amy thought she lost for good. Amy wasn’t sure if Kelli enjoyed the sex even though Kelli was obviously moaning with joy. Amy thought Kelli might be moaning because of the piercing and the melody of tinkle bells the two slaves were outfitted.

Amy enjoyed the sex for a few reason, one, Amy was so glad Kelli brought her libido back, two, Amy started to appreciate the sensations of body piercing - the tugging and pulling, though somewhat painful, had such an indescribable sensation, three, the melody of the fucking bells, four, Kelli was laying alongside on her four sharing cocks with Amy. The mere thought that some cocks that were in Kelli’s holes are now in Amy’s holes gives Amy the smiles.

One more thing, after the fuck session, and it was an all night long session, Amy noticed that Kelli, though gagged, tried to tell Amy that she loves her. Amy was so sorry she did not immediately reciprocate cuz Amy was caught by surprise.

Anyways, the two slaves were high spirited even though they were fucked all night, holes after holes and cocks after cocks none stop. They being together is so valuable to them now that they have nothing else - no freedom, no life, no say,… just do as told and they cannot even protest nor ask what’s gonna happen next.

What’s happening next is Amy and Kelli were led, by their noses, literally, by two gorgeous white men out of their jail on their four, naked, like animals,…

Just outside the house was a truck and a horse trailer. The two slaves were led into the horse trailer. It was a very tiny horse trailer designed for small ponies. It was only about four feet high, five feet wide and five feet long - the two slaves fitted snuggly on all fours with no clearance to stand.

Kelli was sent in the trailer first so Amy’s head is directly behind Kelli’s ass. As they drove away, Amy took advantage of the situation she stuck her nose into Kelli’s ass then Amy used her tongue licked Kelli’s ass. Amy felt her juices flowing and noticed that Kelli was also juicing.  Without a word, Kelli lifted her left leg so that Amy can have access to Kelli’s dripping cunt and licked till Kelli squirted all over Amy’s face.

Amy loved it, so did Kelli.

Amy kept mumbling “I love you”, “I love your juice” but not sure if Kelli got that. Amy was too busy sucking.

The trailer pulled to a neighboring house not far away. The two men went inside leaving Amy and Kelli in the trailer. The thought of escaping never occurred to them. They looked around and all they see was empty fields. Houses are sparse in this neighborhood.

Half an hour later the men led two more Asian gyrls by the chains attached to their tongues out of the house. Both naked like Amy and Kelli, but not nearly body decorated like Amy and kelli.

They were put in the trailer, even more crowded now, alongside Amy and Kelli. When the truck started to move, the new gyrls tried to talk.  They were not gagged, but the chain from their tongue rings distorted their speech.  From their accent we figured they were Vietnamese and they spoke no English. They were petite and cute, though.

After a long drive the trailer came to a stop and the slaves were ordered out. Amy and Kelli were so wet even the handlers noticed. “What a pair of horny slave meat!”  “Nikita did say she fed them extra dosages of aphrodisiac in their eating bowls.”  “Nikita did a good job, horny ponies bring good money”

They were led to a store. The sign says “Custom Leather Boots”.

There were all kinds of leather boots on display and a couple of very well dressed ladies trying on their custom made boots. From the decor and everything, this is an upscale place servicing only the ultra rich.

Amy, Kelli and the Vietnamese gyrls were led to a small room where the walls were filled with sample leather of all kinds of colors and shapes. There was a book shelf full of design books.

The taylor came in. I can tell he’s a taylor cuz he had a measuring tape hanging on his neck.

“Asian whore meat?” the taylor asked.

“Yes, horny ones, too. But don’t over do it!”

Over “do” what?

“What kind of boots are we fitting for these whores?”

“They’re gonna be trained to be pony gyrls, the boots need to be thigh high..”

Before one of the trainer can finish, the taylor reached to Kelli’s inner thigh and slid his hand up till touching Kelli’s juicing cunt.

“This high?”

Taylor sensed Kelli’s wet cunt said “Oh horny whore indeed - sweet cunt so wet!” He rubbed on Kelli’s labia “smooth, too!”

“Leave about one inch below their labia.”

“And for this one?” taylor reached Amy’s thigh and went up to Amy’s wet cunt.

“Yes, same height. for all four whores.”

Taylor reached the Vietnamese gyrls and said “these gyrls not horny - dry cunt”

“Also, the boots need to have hoofs and their feet should extent inside the boots so the whores will be tipping toes like ballet dancers. But make sure the boots are soft padded cuz they will be wearing them all day long and run on them, too.”

Taylor led Kelli to a stool and put her left leg on top then tied Kelli’s big toe with a string and pulled down tight tying the string to a ring on the floor. This way Kelli’s left foot is pulled straight like a ballet dancer. He then mixed a bucket of plaster and molded kelli’s left foot. Kelli was trying hard to protest or tell them something, but it was impossible and they ignored her.

That took a while cuz it takes plaster a while to solidify then it is cut open. The taylor will then make a mold of Kelli’s foot to custom fit her boot. Quite an elaborate process.

While waiting for the plaster to solidify, taylor measured Amy’s legs. Not sure what exactly the taylor was doing, but he sure took advantage of Amy. He even stuck his fingers into Amy’s cunt and finger fucked Amy.

Taylor did the measuring and foot molding of all the gyrls’ feet.

“This cunt has quite a grip!” Taylor looked at the trainers, referring to Amy’s cunt. “Did you have a chance to fuck them, yet?” Trainers gave no response.

“The boots will be ready in two days and you can bring these whore meat back for try-ons.”  “They should fit well. After they train, their muscles might grow then we can refit them.” Again kelli tried to protest, but this time one of the trainers whipped her ass harshly and she went quiet.

The trainers indicated to the taylor that he should make the boots a little bigger in anticipation that the whores will be well trained and their muscle will definitely grow.

The whores were led back to the pony trailer and after a few more hours of driving they came to a private ranch named “Femme Fatale.” The place was in the middle of no where with bobwired fences. Looks like it was well guarded and there were “No Tress Passing” signs all around.

By the time the truck pulled up to a building that looked like a barn it was pretty dark. We cannot make out how many other building wrier there.

That barn was actual a stable with eight stalls on each side. The new ponies were each assigned to one stall where we were cleaned and fed.                          

Yes, Master Diaw, your slave will never again complain when you insert her ass tail.  Please have mercy! — kelli

Mistress, do you remember those first hours at the pony farm.  your slut never thought we would survive—kelli

Yeah, that was the good old times! -amy

kelli misses her Mistress soooooooooo much and longs for more fun timez

Kelli, your milk tastes sooooooo good! -amy

Scared and helpless, at least being with amy helped kelli cope with her situation — kelli

Kelli, we were find after Diaw promised He’ll auction us off as a two cunts for the price of one package. -amy

kelli misses Mistress so much

Kelli,Mistress does not remember this. Was Mistress drunk? -amy

Hello to our many followers.  Sorry for the delay in Chapter 16.  You know, New Years Dragon celebration can get quite wild.  And your two sluts really got into the spirit of the celebrations.  Remember, you can follow up and hopefully vote for us at Literotica dot com.  We are in the nonconsensual section under this title.  Hugz from Amy and Kelli !

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Amy!  My Mistress and now slave, Amy!  What have they done to you!

I was led on all fours, cuffed, chained, and muzzled to the entrance door. With a wicked laugh, Nikita swiped my ass and used the sole of her boot and heel to push me into the darkened room.  I fell to the floor, temporarily stunned, but then I heard her moaning, and looking to my right was Amy. 

“Have fun, slaves.  Your Mistress gives you a few minutes to reacquaint.”

Amy was totally immobilized.  Her chin was leaning on a wooden ledge, her neck and wrists bracketed to the wood.  She was crouched in a horribly uncomfortable posture, and a steel hook was embedded in her ass.  The hook was tied to a rope which was then tied to the ring in her septum.  It was pulled extremely tight and finally, and worst of all, her mouth was pulled open by some sort of wicked gag.  She could only moan.

Nikita had left us alone, knowing we could do almost nothing to relieve our bondage.  I crawled over to Amy, who looked down on me and seemed to smile.  She tried to say something, but I could not understand it.

I was muzzled.  Muzzled!  As soon as we arrived, Nikita (should I call her Mistress?) dragged me out of the trunk and ordered me to strip.  She recuffed my ankles and wrists, which I totally expected, added a thick nose ring to my septum hole.  She unlocked my pussy.  I was getting so wet.  This is why I had returned toTexas.  I loved this!  Where was Master Diaw, when I need to see and feel a man’s cock deep within me?  I purred with erotic need.

Nikita then clipped chains to my pussy rings and attached them to thigh straps.  It was déjà vu and my opened cunt ached for attention.  Then she surprised me.  She forced a thick, black dildo deep within my slave mouth.  This cock had a metal screw attachment at the front.  I moaned slightly, as the cock reached the back of my throat and she tugged on my nipple rings to silence me.

She held up a small metal cage with leather straps.  I had never seen this contraption.  She proceeded to push the cage over the dildo and the metal screw went through the back of the cage. I was muzzled!  As soon as I realized what was happening, my reflexes rebelled. I tried to back away, but Nikita reached out and grabbed my nipple rings.  I squealed, thinking she would rip them from my nippies. 

“Stupid, slave, stand at attention and don’t move again, or I will whip the skin off your ass!”  I was suddenly very afraid, my pussy had stopped juicing.  Nikita frightened me so.

She finished tightening the cage around my head, and screwed the dildo attachment to the front of the cage.  I felt like a bitch, in fact, a bitch in heat!  It was a terrible way to encase my face.

Finally, she chained my wrist cuffs to my collar and more closely chained my ankles.  Showing some compassion, she helped me to the floor and onto all fours.  But with my wrists chained as they were, I had to walk on my kneels and elbows. 

After a few feet, she ordered me to stop.  I heard her walk towards the cupboards, and she returned a moment later.  Out of the corner of my eyes, it looked like she was carrying a fox, or a fox tail!  She unscrewed a jar and moments later, I felt something hard at the entrance to my poop shoot.  Nooooooooo, I hated ass penetration, and I whined into the gag.  A quick and sharp slap to my naked ass cheeks ended my worthless rebellion.

“Relax, slave, you are a pet, and pets need their tail.  Relax, I said!”   She pushed and pushed the anal plug with an animal tail until it finally passed the last resistance.  I was now truly a pet, a slave, humiliated completely.

And now, after a full week apart, amy and kelli were together, and yet totally unable to share our cunt and mouth juices with each other.  It was a terrible punishment, and I was sure Nikita and perhaps Diaw were watching us. 

I scrambled across the cement floor to amy.  Her groaning made me so sad.  I wanted to caress her body with my tongue, but my face was locked in a cage.  I wanted her to fuck my pussy with her tongue, but her licker was totally in bondage.  I was uncomfortable, but my sister in bondage was in pain, and I could do nothing to release her.  I knelt down near her head and could barely reach her face with my chained hands.  I tenderly wiped her tears away and tried to figure out how to lessen the strain on her mouth.

Amy shook her head NO, telling me not to touch her bondage, no doubt fearful it would displease Nikita.  I grunted into my cage gag, and whined, so she knew I was trying to feel her pain and comfort her.

I was also in discomfort.  The anal plug was so uncomfortable.  Every move with my legs pulled my chained pussy rings, and the dildo deep in my throat had no give.  I had to concentrate on breathing.  To gag at this point would have been a disaster.

I curled up under amy’s head, so she could feel me near her.  We moaned together, two sisters in bondage.  But then I felt she needed to feel me, so I stood and placed my spread pussy in front of her face.  This seemed to please her and she moaned even more.  When my pussy was up against her face, she hissed “yesssssssssssssss,” and so I stood there, doing my best to relieve her agony.

Finally, I lay down in front of the wooden block, needing to close my eyes.  I am sure I fell asleep, because I jolted when the full lights came on, fearful of what was to come.

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Kelli and I both fell asleep and were suddenly waken by the bright light. I couldn’t see who was there but I can hear Nikita’s whip. She likes to announce her grand presence by whipping in the air - a show of force!

Nikita freed me from my block and removed all our restrained and freed all our holes from gags. Funny, I see no men around. Usually when my holes were freed of gags it will be filled by men’s meat for hours and hours. Readers may already know, Amy loves being fucked but Kelli may not enjoy fucking as much. Amy is hopping that Kelli would rather fuck Amy gyrl2gyrl!

Nikita used a three foot long chain and connected Kelli and Amy by our clitty rings where we each also have a tinkle bell attached so we’d crawl like a bitch. Then Nikita unhooked the clitty chain from Amy. Why? She took out a large brass bell that, in my estimate, weighs at least one full pound.

Nikita threaded a pink ribbon through the bell’s ring and threaded the ribbon through my six labia rings crisscrossed. Pulled tight and made a bow tie fixing the large bell just below my sex. Nikita ordered Amy to move my lower body as if Amy was fucking - that made a low ring tone and got my juice flowing.

Amy noticed Kelli had her hands on her sex - Kelli must be juicing fosur.

Nikita removed Amy’s other bells from Amy’s clitty and titties rings. Amy was disappointed cuz Amy kinda like those bells and somehow the ringing gets Amy wet. But all Nikita was doing was changing out Amy bells, in fact Kelli’s as well such that each bell has a different weight and gives a different tone when shacked.

Kelli’s ribbon was purple.

Each bell on Kelli was larger than the counter part on Amy. Nikita wanted the two slaves produce a symphony? By shaking our naked slave bodies? As we walk, crawl, shake or fuck?

Kelli and Amy wanted to talk but we were too scared to utter a sound. Instead we simply looked at each other trying to figure out what’s next. But we both can tell we liked the new bells hanging on our sensitive body parts. They accentuate our sexuality. Amy was juicing badly.

Nikita put the connecting chain back on Amy’s cliffy ring and attached a leash in the middle.

Next, Nikita yanked us by our leash and led us out to the back yard, like a pair of ponies. There - a bunch of men gathered. Men of all walks of life some already masturbating - all stared at our naked whore bodies. As we walked our bells rang a beautiful and erotic symphony calling for men to notice our sexes and signaling to men that we are game - cum fuck us.

Nikita handed us one end of a hose and a bar of soap and ordered us to clean ourselves. Kelli just arrived so she’s quite clean and smelled good, but Amy was very filthy.

Water running through the pipes plus the splashing on the our body made a lot of noises that enabled Kelli and Amy to carry on a conversation w/o being noticed by Nikita.

Of our four hands one held the hose, one soap, we have two free hands rubbing on each other. In the name of cleaning we were making out and Nikita knew that. She seemed to be enjoying it, too. But Kelli and Amy were not paying any attention to Nikita - we were both relaxed and enjoying our closeness and quickly updated each other as to what happened as much as we can. Amy couldn’t believe Kelli actually came back.

As we soaped and rubbed each other the crowd cheered and encouraged us to do more.

Amy has always wanted to make out with and fuck Kelli but never had a chance before. We faced each other and held each other and with all hands free, we “bathed”. The moment Kelli soaped my clitty I immediately came to a huge orgasm, I shuddered and gave out a loud moan.

Crowd cheered.

I cried cuz I thought I have lost all my libido but it all came back with one little touch of my clitty by kelli’s gyrly fingers. I may be born a slut, but pbbly die as a lesbian, Amy thought to herself.

After Kelli’s “attack” Amy immediately “retaliated” causing Kelli to break out her huge orgasm.

All of a sudden Kelli and Amy were lost in lust and forgot all about losing our freedom.

Kelli and Amy kissed passionately - tongue fighting tongue, while our hands rubbed on each other’s flesh. We yanked on each other’s pierced rings on our titties, clitties and labia. Amy was quite foreign from ring pulling but for the first time Amy enjoyed being yanked on her rings.

Plus, the sounds of the bells were so erotic!

Amy never thought being yanked on the pierced rings would cause so much juice outbursts.  So Amy “retaliated” by pulling quite hard on Kelli’s pierced rings.

Crowd cheered and cheered while the two slaves kissed, molested, yanked, orgasmed, shuddered, twisted our bodies. Amy was so happy she cried, but those were happy tears.

Surprisingly, Nikita stood and watched. She apparently enjoyed the show. Nikita dropped her whip and removed her clothes and joined the slaves.

The crowd cheered.

After a while Nikita ordered the slaves back in the house, this time to the fuck bed. It was Amy’s fuck bed where so many cocks have used her. Amy never knew Diaw had collected so much money pimping her out. Amy never received a dime for all the fucking she endured but enjoyed.

Nikita removed the little chain connecting the clitties and ordered the slaves to exchange cunt juices on the fuck bed.

Crowd gathered around the bed, by now all were naked and masturbating. Some had lost their loads already.

Amy and Kelli rubbed each other’s very very wet cunt making splashing sounds and moaning loud. Amy went on top of Kelli and body rubbed each other - metal rings and bells ground on each other but it was hot. Amy never imagined those metal when pulled, teared or rubbed can be such a turn on. Amy was beginning to understand why Kelli is so much into body piercing.

Yes, a little pain can generate a lot of joy!

While the slaves were on top of each other and being close, they started to whisper. Nikita cannot possible hear them cuz the crowd went wild cheering, clapping and even the collective masturbating generated a lot of noises.

Besides, the slaves were also finger fucking each other and that made a ton of swishing noises.

The slaves were able to completely update each other as to what happened and Amy was so surprised that Diaw had allowed Kelli return and even more surprisingly is Kelli actually came back.

Kelli explained that she actually enjoyed being enslaved even though it was more harsh than she had anticipated. Besides, Kelli wanted to see Amy again. That made Amy sob, Amy sobbed uncontrollably. Amy was so happy to see Kelli and hear that she came back for her.

The slaves did not know what Nikita had in mind for them with all the men watching, masturbating. Surely she collected a ton of money for the show. She pbbly would collect more money for the men to gang fuck the two slaves.

But for reason unbeknowns to the slaves Nikita, now naked from the waist down with a leather corset from the waist up, put on a huge strap-on and jumped in the bed.

Separating the slaves in g2g fuck, Nikita ordered the slaves on their fours stacked. Yes, Amy is on top of Kelli with both slave’s bottoms facing out and up.

Nikita humped on the slaves and used their holes, all four of them one at a time. As Nikita pumped, the slaves shaked, the bells rang, all eight bells of different tones rang, plus the moaning of the Mistress, slaves, plus the fucking sound of the wet holes Nikita became an erotic conductor of a fucking symphony!

Juices flowed, men unloaded cum. Some collected their cum and fed to the slaves.

Pretty soon the men joined in one at a time as the slaves held their butt high and fuck ready positions. Amy was enjoying and looked to Kelli. Apparently Kelli liked it, too. Amy was not sure if Kelli was enjoying the fucking or the bell symphony.

Hope Kelli did not get knocked up, or maybe she began on her pills since her last rape.

Mistress, your slave does not think that london and asa have anything better than us!!! —  kelli

Speaking for yourself! Mistress has tiny tits, remember? -amy

sigh…i miss you more each day, Mistress — kelli

Kelli, why don’t you skip school and lets make out for a few days? -amy

such good timez, Mistress.  can hardly wait until we do it again!

Yes, we’re like Siamese twins. -amy

kelli just returned from another hottttt weekend in Texas.  your two cunts had the best time and share our latest chapter.  Remember, if you love us, please vote for us at:  http://www.literotica.com/s/amy-met-kelli-on-tumblr-ch-09-10.  We hope to get enough votes to earn a red H for HOT, lol.

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“Ok, see you in a few.”  I had just finished calling my mom as the plane from Dallas taxied up to the ramp at LA.  I was a little nervous, but everything seemed to be under control.

Before leaving, I had convinced Diaw to remove the SLAVE earrings, and tongue stud.  They joined the neck collar in my check-in bag.  I promised that as soon as it was safe, I would relock the collar around my neck, relock the SLAVE earrings in my ears, and relock the tongue ring for my return trip.  He kept the keys and some latch tool, so once relocked, these items would not be coming off.

Diaw let me wear clothes that were not too tight or too short.  So for all practical purposes, on the outside, I looked the same as when I left 3 days ago. 

But I wasn’t, of course, and now my thoughts were of once-Mistress, now slave Amy.  What were they doing to her?  What can I do to help her?

I begged him to remove the pussy ring locks, but he refused.  Considering how much he had yielded so far, I decided not to push it.  I imagined that the FSA had seen it all by now, so another slut with locks on her pussy would not be anything out of the ordinary.

Then I begged him to at least remove the tinkle bell, which hung from a small opening between the pussy locks.  He also refused that.  Fuck.

As expected, the locks immediately triggered the security alarm and a body scanner confirmed metal in the area of my crotch.  The guy looked at me as if to say, “What’s down there?”  I couldn’t just blurt out, “Locks to shut my pussy,”  could I?  So instead, I just stared dumbly, as though I spoke no English.  Then I shrugged to confirm my lack of understanding.

He called over a female agent, who asked the same question.  I decided to tell the semi-truth. “My boyfriend locked my pussy closed,” I whispered to her.

“Follow me, please.”  Just as I assumed, no big deal.  We walked to a side room, where another female agent was sitting.  They both led me to a changing room, where the younger, Hispanic asked me to raise my skirt.  I did so.  “Nice touch,” she said, flicking the tinkle bell.  I just bit down on my tatted lip.

She asked me to remove the locks.

“I can’t, he kept the keys.”

“Look, honey,” she said, “this is a problem.  You wouldn’t be the first terrorist to hide something in your vagina.  I need to remove them to confirm you are clean.  We have a multitude of keys, so if that works, fine.  If not, I will have to cut them off.”

“OK,” I said quietly, knowing that my juices were beginning to run.  “But please hurry, my flight is leaving soon.”

The original female agent was gone only a few minutes.  It was awkward standing in the room alone, knowing what was going to happen. 

When she returned, she had a key ring filled with random keys.  She pulled on latex gloves, of course.  She could see the leakage from my cunt.  I am amazed she made no sarcastic comments.  A+ for the FSA! 

“They are Master Locks, so we might be in luck here.”  Sure enough, after few tries, she had them all opened.  The Hispanic waved her magic wand over my pussy and there was no sound. 

“Sorry for the inconvenience, ma’am.”

“No problem.”  She handed me the wet locks.  She looked at me questioningly, no doubt wondering what I would do with them.  “Can I have one of your gloves.  I’ll just drop them in the glove for safe keeping.”

“Sure.”

I thought of asking for a bit of privacy to remove the tinkle bell, but then decided it probably had a latch that would make that difficult, if not impossible.

I dropped the glove with the locks in my carry-on, followed the women out the door and made my way down the departure corridor, stopping along the way for some Dallas Cheerleader panties to absorb my juices and more importantly, to press against my pussy and keep the bell from ringing.

My parents were waiting in the baggage claim area.  We I stopped at a restaurant outside the airport for dinner.  Of course, my parents were curious about Diaw.  I told them an abundance of lies, that he was a good Chinese boy, that his parents were really wealthy, and that he had a great job.  I guaranteed them that I would use my head, not give away my virginity until marriage, that they could relax, because when I was there, we stayed at his parent’s place, even though he had a house of his own.  We wanted to make sure no one thought we were playing house. 

And then I told them that I was going back next weekend again. 

This got both my mom and dad upset, but when I showed them the air tickets and told them Diaw had paid for them, that calmed down dad.  And when I assured them I would stay at his parent’s place in my own room, that calmed down mom.

Throughout the meal, I was aware of the rings that now pierced my nipples, pussy lips, and clitty.  Just knowing this kept the juices flowing freely, and I was glad I had on the Cheerleader panties that I bought at the airport.

As soon as they dropped me off at my apartment, I raced to my room, stripped, and jumped in the shower.  I was so hot.  I loved to masturbate by shoving the shower head with the intense spray into my pussy.  I put the setting on PULSE, and in moments, I had a delicious cum.  Oddly, however, it was not as satisfying as in the past.  After all the rapes I had endured, this shower rape seemed so artificial.

When I stood before the mirror, it was my first chance to look at myself and what they had done to me.  Several red slash marks reminded me of the whips.  My nipples were still a little red, but I really liked the rings.  They felt so right and as I played with them, my nippies hardened and that alone caused me to juice.  I twisted my head left and right, looking at the grommet that had been driven through my septum.  I stuck out my tongue and checked the piercing hole.  I had to make sure it did not heal and close.  I pouted my lip, reading my slave registration number as a mirror image.

And of course, the bell tinkled constantly.

I spread my legs and tugged my pussy rings left and right.  They also felt wonderful and before I knew it, I had lifted one foot onto the bathroom sink, and while pulling on the tinkle bell chain, I had another orgasm.  I was quickly becoming a cum machine.  I laughed at what Mistress Amy used to call me, wet cunt.

The week sped by.  I loved playing with my rings, and many times I had to stop in a public restroom stall to cum.  I wore a bra to hide the piercing and panties to keep the bell from ringing, so while no one could possibly know I was a pierced and belled slave, I still imagined they could see through my clothes.  The first few days I felled overdressed with the bra and panties, but I quickly removed them when not in public.

Diaw had my personal email password, but I still had my school account.  Most of the important people in my life were also available in this school email, so it was not a major problem at the moment.

Back at my apartment, I dared not lock the collar, earrings, or tongue stud. But those symbols of slavery were never far away.  I went to the local piercing salon and bought a bright pink tongue stud, inserting it and twisting the balls top and bottom.  Whenever I was alone or not with people I knew, I kept the stud in.  I went to the Petsmart shop and got a dog collar.  I wore it at home and several times in public when I went shopping.  And I bought a chain leash, which I clipped to my collar and sometimes to my clitty ring, just to practice what it would feel like as I walked around the apartment. 

And I always wore fuck-me hoops in my ears, knowing that soon the SLAVE earrings would dangle from those piercings.  In short, I did everything possible to continue my introduction into real life slavery.

And many times, I inserted earrings into my septum gromment, just to see how I looked and to feel the ring on my lip.  Yes, it made me very hot.  Very, very.  And yes, I had a wet cunt all the time, it seemed.  If my pussy had been locked, I would have gone insane, I am quite sure.

I started on the pill.  It might be too late, but based on the previous weekend, I could expect the same fuckathon the next weekend.  And looking back, it was very hot!

My classes went smoothly enough, though I was always aware that I was not the same and always thinking of slave Amy and what they might be doing to her.  It made me sad to think of her.  In some ways, I had abandoned her to some very sadistic people, but I justified it by thinking that if our situations were reversed, I doubt she would have sacrificed herself to save me.  She got herself into this mess and if I had a chance to help her, I would, but if not, then…tough.

My mom called several times, trying to talk me out of returning to Dallas on Friday, but each time I reassured her that nothing would go wrong, and that I would be back on Sunday.

On Wednesday, mom called my cousin, Brandi, and soon thereafter called me.  Brandi must have told her about how I looked, but I doubted she would have told my mom about my tongue ring, for example.  I played it by ear, never asking exactly what Brandi had said. 

“She said you dressed very revealing, like an Egyptian jet setter.”

“Haha,” I chuckled, my stomach in knots, not knowing how far this would go.  ‘Oh, mom, relax.  Of course, I dressed nicely, but do you think I am crazy?  I wouldn’t want Diaw’s parents to think poorly of me.  Relax, you worry too much.  I am a grown woman, you know.”

And so I managed to get through that inquisition, and mom seemed pacified.

I had one meeting with my thesis advisor on Friday at 9:00, and as soon as that ended, I returned to my apartment, snapped on the slavery tongue ring, as well as the SLAVE earrings.  I would wait until arrival in Dallas before adorning the steel collar and pussy locks.  I was concerned that the bell would set off the alarm, but there was nothing I could do about that.

I took the campus shuttle to the airport.  I wish it ran on Sunday when I returned, so I didn’t have to face my parents, but it only ran on Friday, as a convenience to students. 

I dressed in the same clothes as I returned from Dallas 5 days ago.  It was a nice outfit, only this time I wore no bra and panties.  The security x-ray triggered a look into my handbag and an examination of the steel collar.  He looked at me and I gave him a blank expression.  But inside I smiled.  No other alarms went off, thankfully!

It was early Friday evening when the flight landed in Dallas.  A whole week had passed, with no communication from either of my enslavers.  I had expected a call from Diaw, but nothing.  I was excited, to be honest.  Another thrilling weekend of testing my limits and living my fantasies was ahead.  I felt I had some control over this weekend, based on my final discussion with Diaw last Sunday.

Once deplaned, I found the first public restroom and locked on my collar and resnapped the pussy locks, allowing the bell and clitty chain to hang loosely.  I thought of putting a scrunchy in my hair to reveal the SLAVE earrings, but decided against it.  I took a couple of steps and sure enough, the bell announced its presence.  Minutes away from a weekend of slavery, I left the restroom and headed for the exit, scanning the crowd in search of Diaw, my Master, albeit a master over whom I had some degree of control.  Oh well, I shrugged.

I had just rounded a cement column, when I saw Nikita!  I quickly looked left and right for Diaw, but he was not there.  Fuck, I thought. 

I kept a straight face as I approached her, head lowered.  She actually did scare me.  Thank goodness I had an arrangement with Diaw.

“Welcome back, slave,” she said, as we approached. 

“Thank you, Mistress.”

She immediately reached forward, grabbing me by the ring on the collar, and pulling me forward, kissed me deeply.  I was humiliated to be seen like this in the airport, and then it got worse, when she suddenly bit down on my lower lip!  I wanted to scream in pain, afraid she would actually take a chunk out of my lip!  I tried to pull away, but she had me by the collar and lip!

Finally, she broke our embrace.  I tasted blood.  While I was literally licking my wound, she reached under my skirt and pulled first on the bell and then on the pussy padlocks. I wanted to scream No, but she had me backed against the cement. 

“Wet little slave, aren’t you?”

I was mesmerized, unable to reply, wanting to disappear in a hole, imagining hundreds of eyes on me.  In fact, the departing passengers were almost all headed away and not looking in our direction. 

“All your slave jewelry should feel quite normal by now, right, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.  Please, where is…”

Instantly, she gripped my face, digging her nails into my cheeks.  “Slaves do not ask questions,” she hissed.

I dropped my shocked gaze.  “One more word and I will leash you and drag you from the airport.  Now, follow me, slave.”  I followed like a punished puppy.

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Meanwhile back on the ranch Amy has been gagged, bound, tortured, whipped and gang raped. Nikita controls Amy’s total life from sleep to using the bathroom  to the food Amy eats which is limited to men’s cum and aphrodisiacs laced goo. Amy had to beg for water.

Amy used to be a fuck machine which she actually enjoyed. Now the worst thing to Amy was that she has lost her libido all together. All the men that fucked her was paying Nikita and the way they fuck Amy was not nice at all. They would insert two penis into Amy cunt and try to stretch it wide.

They’d deep throat Amy and gag her while holding Amy’s nose and there’s nothing Amy could do and on top of all that Amy’s cunt is now always dry making it hurtful fucking.

Amy used to enjoy bareback fucking, now these ppl also fuck her raw, but untested. Amy’s not sure if she’s now infected. Also, Amy was on the pill, now Nikita does not provide that, so Amy might be knocked up, by god knows who!

For a week Amy’s living, if it can be called that, is total hell and has no say about anything and was not allowed to speak even when not gagged.

One thing Amy has to look forward to is Kelli, but she’s no where to be seen. In a way Amy would be happy if Kelli was sent home, but that also meant, Amy figured, that she’ll never see Kelli again. More likely, Amy thought, Kelli was sold or traded to Hawkeye to be a sex slave.

Another thing Amy noticed is Cock, or Diaw as Nikita calls him, is no where to be seen. Maybe Cock and Hawk were using Kelli all week long? Or the two men took Kelli and drove around the country….?  Amy’s mind has gone mad.

Then one day many days after Kelli had disappeared, Nikita hooked Amy up to a wooden block in a painful and unpleasant way.  And left her like this for hours and hours.  Suddenly, amy heard someone at the door to her prison.  It was nearly impossible to turn my head, but I tried and there was Kelli!  Kelli, Kelli, you are back!  Why did you come back!!!

Kelli was fitted with a dog muzzle making her look like a real dog. Nikita allowed Kelli and Amy to be together for a short time, but we could not communicate except in animal-like ways.

Fun timez, Mistress.  Thank you!  xoxoxoxxoxo —  kelli

Dressed for the Texas heat!