The RentalPart 3Once his cum load had been marked into my thigh, my attention was directed again at the 12 envelopes on the desk. I was instructed to put them in a stack, in any order i wished and that was going to be order they were completed. He also told me that there was a chance that we wouldn’t be able to get all of the tasks completed because in his words some were rather “intense.’ I picked them all up, each was unmarked and each contained what felt like an index card, with nothing else to go on, I just kind of jumled them up and put them in a stack. Master Q took a pen and numbered each one and handed me #1. No time like the present. I opened the envelope and it simply said 10′ x 2. He smiled and said ‘endurance,’ and with that he grabbed a nipple and lead me into what he called his play room. Play room, for those who don’t know, is a sex room, a dungeon if you will and this one was complete enough to rival the one we have at home. A complete assortment of whips, crops, floggers, and paddles all neatly hung on the wall. The required cross, table, and shackel mounts attached to the wall, and of course a wide assortment of cuffs, restraints, clamps, and dildos. I will say this, his play room was much more organized than ours. You know the old man garage where each tool is hung on a peg board with an outline of what is supposed to go there? Well Master Q was obviously a little OCD because the walls of his dungeon were like that. He did have one thing that we are just getting started with; he had a complete TENS system and from the look of it, a rather high end expensive one. For his purposes though I was put in leather wrist and ankle cuffs, blindfolded and attached to the wall. I heard him leave then a few minutes later come back into the room and a set of clamps was attached to my nipples. He was on his phone and I guess it was meant to intimidate or scare me, but he made 3 calls that each ended with and invitation for whoever it was to come over and “grab the boys.”I had been hanging there about 30 minutes, long enough to start getting uncomfortable but nowhere near my breaking point, when I heard the first doorbell. It was about another 15 or 20 minutes before someone came into the room and took me off the wall. güvenilir bahis I was lead by the nipple chain, still blindfolded and still in the leather cuffs, out of the play room and into the living room. The blindfold was taken off and I was standing there butt naked in a room with 20, yes 20 fully dressed men and 1 very young girl wearing only a collar and leash. Someone had obviously brought their own slave to the party. Introductions were short and to the point, I was introduced as Kunt, the “whore we get to fuck,” and the young girl was called 12 and was there for “whatever we need the slut to do.”I was given a tube of bright cocksucker red lipstick and told to put it on. My hands were fastened behind my back and I was pushed to my knees. He told me that each man would stand in front of me and that I had 60 seconds to free his cock and put as much of his cock in my mouth as I could but it would only count as far as the lipstick mark went. Now I had no idea what the fuck any of that meant or how the hell he expected me to get cock out with no hands, but when the first guy stood in front of me, I went to work and did as I was told. What I didn’t see was that the other girl was measuring how much cock I had taken in my mouth. About 25 minutes later all was made clear.10′ x 2 meant that I was to take a total of 10 foot of cock twice. Each man was to fuck me, cum in my cunt, then when he was ready again, he could fuck me where ever and how ever he wanted. 12, the other girl, had been measuring to see how much of their total cock counted toward that goal. Between all 20 men they had 12 feet 5 inches of cock but I had only managed to get 9 feet 4 inches down my throat. Some of them were kind of short so I got credit for all of their length, but some were bigger, thicker, or I didn’t get a mark far enough down to count it all. End result, I was 8 inches short. There was discussion about how to deal with that. They talked about calling a couple more guys but lets face it, we had a full house already. They discussed stringing me up afterwards and each man giving me 8 lashes the thought of that scared me, 160 lashes AFTER being fucked 40 times did NOT sound like fun. What they finally decided was ok with me but türkçe bahis that poor little girl was going to pay. Master Q went into the other room and came out with a glass dildo that was 9 inches long. It was shoved up my ass and left there while they all had their first go at my cunt. It was 12 that was going to take the 160 lashes. And so the first night began. Each man took their turn at my cunt, each dropping the obligitory load. After #20 popped off they all took a break. 12 and I were sent into the kitchen to make food. That was where I learned that Lori, 12’s human name, was young. She wasn’t old enough to vote, but old enough to legally fuck in our state. Her master was once her stepdad and her name, 12, was the age she first sucked his dick. She said that about a year ago, her mom came home unexpected and caught her with his cock in her mouth and kicked them both out. I was really concerned and asked her if she wanted to be where she was and told her that if she didn’t, I would help her. She expressed complete adoration and love for her master and being as she was actually older than I was when Master ty took ownership of me, I had no reason not to believe her. Before she left that night I made sure she had my number and told her that she could change her mind anytime and I would help. I am a slut and I love my life but I am there by choice. I just wanted to make sure she was too. Anyway, after everyone ate, had a couple of beers and more than a few joints they were ready for me again. Once it started it was basically a 2 hour gang ****. Now life isn’t a porn video, each guy didn’t take his allotted amount of time and then move out of the shot in a quiet orderly fashion. These guys basically just tore into me. I was repeatedly grabbed, bit, pinched, slapped, punched, spit on, and twisted into some majorly unnatural positions. Every single one of my holes was fair game and they were all used without fanfare nor concern for the slut those holes were in. The cum went where it went, some inside of me but most on me and most of that aimed at my face. 12 wasn’t left out of the action, her job, it appeared, was that of fluffer. Several times I looked over and saw her with cock in her mouth and hands but I never güvenilir bahis siteleri did see anyone fuck her or cum on her, that was obviously just for me. When everyone was finally done with me, 12 was lead into the play room for her lashes. I was left laying on the floor with my wrist attached to my ankles by the leather cuffs I still wore. I had sperm literally dripping from every hole of my body. My face, hair, basically my whole body was covered in cum. My nipples ached from where the clamps had been ripped off and hours of pinching, biting, and twisting. My freshly shaved cunt was bright red and swollen from all the cock, and general abuse. My ass was gaped from not only the glass dildo but repeated use. In short, I looked like hell but I could still hear 12 crying from her whipping. I could hear the guys laughing and telling each other what they were aiming for, “hey watch this, left tit,” or “ohh good one right on the cunt” that sort of thing. When she was done, she was lead out by her leash. I could see her body covered in welts, her face streaked with tears and nobody seemed to pay any mind. But hey, we sluts are just here to keep the pussy warm and wet, cock holders and cum dumps, so I guess I wasn’t really surprised. Most of the guys left right after beating 12, it was almost 1 am, but a couple decided they weren’t done with me yet. I was uncerimoniously flipped onto my face, my wrist and ankles still bound together, and 4 or 5 of them took another turn at my ass and cunt, again cumming on me as much as in me. When the last guy got done grabbed me by my hair, lifted my head up said thanks cunt, spit in my face and literally threw my head down to the floor. I didn’t have the strength to hold it up or slow it down so it just sort of thunked/splatted against the wood.Once the last guy had left, Master Q told me that it was close enough to 3 am so I could have my rest time. I was hoping he would free me and let me clean up, but instead he just told me he would see me at 7, turned out the light and left me laying there on the living room floor wrist bound to ankles and covered in cum. I was so fucking tired I really didn’t even care, I think I was asleep before he reached the top of the stairs. Worn out but honestly, I love that used up slut feeling. I was, and still am, proud of the fact that I had fucked 20 guys in about a 5 hour period, I had taken almost 10 foot of cock, multiple times, and each inch of it left soft and each owner left with empty balls.