Indentured (18 page)

“Please, Master,” I screamed through my sobs. “Please fuck your fuck toy harder. Please use your cock to make her cry and scream.”

He kept driving me closer and closer to my need for release, pinching my tits, slapping my clit, pushing his cock
deeper and deeper into my pussy, but he wouldn’t cut off my air.

I was getting frantic, desperate. I couldn’t hold on much longer, and he knew it, but still he wouldn’t put his hand over my mouth or around my throat.

“Please fuck this fuck toy’s cunt. Please, punish this naughty cunt with your cock, Master.”

Finally, after furiously fucking me for at least a half an hour, I felt his hands tightening around my throat. My air flow stopped, and I crashed into the most excruciating, glorious rapture I’d experienced to that point.

That night was over a year ago now. That was the night I finally understood what it meant to be Master’s fuck toy. Yes, he tortured me, put me through all sorts of crazy, fucked up things—but he also gave me the most amazing orgasms ever.

He’d been avoiding fucking me in an effort to break me down, but once I was broken, there was no more need for that.

He still fucks Mary sometimes to punish me. Seeing him fuck someone else works far better as punishment for me, because it makes me insanely jealous and I strive to make sure that doesn’t happen again.
Pain and humiliation—those things only make me come. Forcing me to climax isn’t exactly primo punishment material.

These days, we’re mainly back to our main routine. Breakfast, grooming, exercise, lunch, grooming, orgy with the test subjects, grooming, snuggle and/or fuck time, dinner, grooming, blow job, punishments and/or fuck time, and bed.

Sometimes I sleep in his bed, how Mary would while he was training me, and he’ll bind me in some manner and fuck me when he feels like it. Other times, he has me sleep in one of his many contraptions. It all depends on his mood, and sometimes on what new chemicals he’s injected me with as a trial run.

When he fucks me, he still only lets me come when I have no air. I don’t mind that, since that seems to be one of the keys to getting to those life-altering orgasms that only he has given me. His preferred method is strangling me, so I tend to always have the faint marks of a bruise around my neck. Every now and then he goes back to that drowning mask thing he’d used in the bathtub. I’m not such a big fan of it, even if it does give insanely amazing results.

The porn site, and especially the live feeds he sometimes gives, have made Master millions of dollars. He’s planning another client invitational soon, which will stream live to over one million homes around the world for the entire two week event. I’m going to be the main feature again, of course, but Master won’t tell me all the special things he has planned. He’s only hinted that I’d better come to love my drowning mask sooner rather than later. I’m a little scared, but mainly I’m excited.

I no longer care that I don’t remember my former name.

Just call me fuck toy. Look for me online.

I hope you have enjoyed this jaunt into my fantasy world. If you have, would you please consider leaving a positive review at the site where you purchased this e-book? Thank you so much.

Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,

Lacey Kane

I do not write romance!
Let me rephrase: there is nothing even remotely romantic about my stories. What you will find in the pages of my work is BDSM, smut, often consists of dubious consent, and is sometimes rather harsh.
My stories have been compared to those of JJ Argus. This is a much closer comparison, by far, than romance.
Do not purchase one of my books, hoping it will be even remotely romantic. You will be disappointed. You might be offended.
Additionally, the BDSM found within my stories is of a fantasy nature. In other words, my characters do not conform to the BDSM community's edict of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Please do not attempt any act described in one of my books without first consulting an experienced BDSM practitioner as to its safety, feasibility, and/or legality.
All that said, if you're here for smut, I hope you try me out.