1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 7: Dawn, The Glory Holes


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Males / Female, Prostitution, School, Threesome, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 44.4, Source: sexstories.com

    The Devil's Pact Sex Slave Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Dawn: The Glory Holes Note: Dawn was given to Missy, Mary's little sister, to be a slave. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Friday, September 6th, 2013 – Dawn Cooper – Tacoma, WA “I think that'll do it,” Damien said. I leaned naked against the sinks in the boys cafeteria bathroom. There was a chill in the restroom that made my nipples hard as rocks and my arms pimply with gooseflesh. Damien, my Mistress's boyfriend, was climbing down a step ladder. He had just finished screwing a pair of webcams into the ceiling. “Ohh, it's working,” Missy, my Mistress, cooed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She waved her hand up at the camera while staring down at her smart phone. With an excited squeal, she threw her arms around Damien's neck and gave him a kiss. They made a cute couple. Damien was tall, gangly, with a handsome face and a very cute butt. Missy had strawberry-blonde hair and was as gangly as her boyfriend, still growing into her mature, female body. Of course, none of us in the bathroom would grow older, we were all bound to Mark, our aging permanently halted by the Zimmah bond. Missy, Damien, and I would look eighteen forever. “Do I really have to do this, Mistress?” I asked; my stomach roiled like a bubbling pot of stew. “Yes,” she firmly said. “I'm scared and...and this is so humiliating,” I protested. “It's bad enough that every boy in school will think I'm a slut, but do you have to broadcast it ...
    over the internet?” Missy whirled, and her sapphire eyes fixed on me. I flinched as she strode over and painfully pinched one of my fat nipples. I gasped and fell to my knees, fighting back tears as she twisted the sensitive nub. I hated when she did this. I shifted my thighs, my poor clit aching and my vulva itching to be touched. “You spent the last few years bullying me!” Missy hissed. “We aren't even close to being even yet.” “Sorry, mistress,” I quailed, shrinking beneath her gaze. I had been terrible to her before Mark and Mary readjusted my outlook on life. I probably was mean to Missy because deep down inside I loved her. I must have been trying to repress that part of me by treating her so meanly. But Mary had realized the truth. She had taught me that deep down inside me I was a dirty slut that just wanted to be Missy's slave. Missy delighted in owning me and had spent the summer finding new ways to humiliate me—all part of my punishment. I had a tramp stamp that read “Anal Slut” now, and she made me spend an hour in the men's restroom at the South Hill Mall bent over the toilet. I had to beg every man who walked into the stall to fuck my ass. They didn't use lube and it hurt so badly. I don't understand how I came three times that day; my ass was sore for a week. Another time, I had to stand on a street corner and prostitute myself for an evening. Disgusting bums and crackheads used me for five dollars. There was the memorable night that Missy sent me to a party—I ...
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