Branded-XXX: The Cigar Girl

"Untie the novice," ordered Grimes.

My Mistress untied me. I stood humbled entirely before my Master.

Knowing what would occur, I began to tremble, not just from fear but from anticipation. I knew there was no escape. Master Grime placed me in a suitable position and, with no forewarning, grabbed me by my hips from behind and slammed his mastodon inside me. He plunged inside me, stretching my ass hole like a rubber band; he thrust repeatedly as if the world was coming to an end. Instead of cumming inside me, he pulled out and ordered my Mistress to suck him as he came.

I watched in horror as Greta knelt and sucked down a large volume of semen into her mouth, it required two gulps, and she swallowed twice. This was the woman I loved being forced to do the same humiliating things she forced me to do. I wished I could stop what was going on, to main or even kill Grimes, but the reality was, this giant muscular man could kill me with one blow of his fist.

Master Grimes removed my ball gag, and I had all I could do not to tell him to leave my Mistress alone. Instead, I wisely restrained myself and listened as he told me to continue enlarging myself with practice dildos. In the future, he said I would be expected to suck his cock clean after he fucks me. I assumed his performance was over, but he was just getting started.

Grimes continued addressing me, "I only put my dick part way inside your ass this time, so you'll have to finish me off in your mouth as I cum again."

Grimes gave my mouth the old in and out for about ten minutes, and then he came a second time with far more cum than the first time.

"Transfer my cum from your mouth to the mouth of your Mistress."

What an abhorrent thing to do, but I did it. I fell to the floor and lay there exhausted.

"Did you enjoy his big cock," Gretas asked me. "It took me a while to get used to

accommodating it, but in time you will be able to accomplish it."

Before I could answer, Greta handed me the dildo the same size as Grimes's cock and told me,

"Insert it every night while you sleep, following the recommended hygiene. As you now know, Grimes has a colossal prick. She handed me a pink slip of paper with the phone number and the address written below the words, "Master Grimes. Of course, you do not have to return if you are not enjoying our little game."

Greta locked up my cock in the plastic chastity device.

Greta's ultimate day arrived, and her suitcase was next to the door when I entered the apartment like an obedient slave. Greta did not tie me up that Friday afternoon, and when the doorbell rang, I knew it would be Master Grimes. Unlike another passive guest who might masturbate me, Mr. Grimes was all business. I was to lay on my belly next to Greta, and I realized Master Grimes was about to fuck both of us. First, he fucked Greta vaginally, and without coming inside her, he entered my ass partway. He ejaculated inside me, leaving a sizable warm cum deposit.

Then he turned to Mistress Greta,

"Suck my cum out of his ass."

I stood there as Greta knelt behind me, her tongue busy between my ass cheeks.

Grimes stood there in front of me, his massive root dripping cum.

"Get to work slave, suck my dick clean."

"I don't do that," I replied.

"You do now," he said, readying his large hand as if ready to smack me.

I was shaking with fear but I did what he asked and forced myself to mouth his ultra-large penis until it was clean. His pubes were perfumed but his cum tasted of cunt as well as ass. Ass is a flavor that even the cleanest ass will elude.

When Gimes was done with me, he fastened a golden metal device to my cock and balls; he locked it with a large key and warned me not to try to remove it as there were sharp prongs that would activate if any key or attempt to remove it took place.

He patted me on my head like I was a dog and said,

"You are mine now. Don't ever tell me what you will do or not do."

"Yes, Master, you own me now; your wish is my command."

"Good boy," he said.

The next time, out of habit, I foolishly went to Mistress Greta's apartment, but Greta was gone. I then took out the pink address slip and headed directly to Grimes's place next door. It was a shabbier building, and there was only one elevator. When I entered his vast apartment, I intended to tell him I no longer wished to be his slave and to ask him to please remove the gilt chastity device from my cock and balls.

When the door opened, Master Grimes let me in. He was in the middle of the song "We Shall Overcome." When he finished, I clapped my hands. I asked how he learned to sing, he said,

"My daddy was a preacher of a gospel church, and in a gospel church, everyone sings."

"How do you reconcile songs against slavery with you keeping me a slave?" I sat down on the sofa, which was covered with a plastic tarp.

"That's easy," Grimes replied, "Have you ever read the Bible? It is very clear on slavery."

"Take 1 Peter 2:18, where Saint Peter writes, and Grimes quoted from memory,

"Slaves, be subject to your masters with all reverence, not only to those who are good and equitable but also to those masters who are perverse."

"Do you know," Grimes continued,

"In the old days of the Bible, children were given over to creditors to pay for debts. The new owner could sell these enslaved children to others, often into sexual slavery, which meant perpetual servitude."

I was amazed at how well-versed my Master was in the Holy Book. I had no chance to make my request: to quit my servitude. There was a level of excitement and buzzing deep in my brain that blocked any thoughts I had to cease being a slave.

Grimes discused the Bible's slant on slavery as if reading my mind,

"Your situation as a sex slave is permanent. To free yourself, you must pony up an acceptable payment."

"How much are we talking about?"

"At least two million. Read the Bible, it discusses these release matters in detail." and with that, the conversation was closed.

There was a loud knock on the door; five well-muscled black men in sleeveless shirts strode into the room. They stripped off their clothes and stood in a group. Their massive genitalia swung between their heavily muscled thighs.

Master Grimes ordered me,

"Serve my brothers,"

Master Grimes did not remove my chastity device; I wore it during what I was to experience, that for want of a better word, was consensual gang rape. The men were grouped by penis size. The smaller of the group went first. His name was Casper, as was revealed by his chalk line tattoo. I was able to withstand his girth, but his pot belly added extra heft to his thrusts.

The next brother was not tattooed. I learned his name from his friends, who called him Leroy Turner. He was tall and had what a doctor called Peyronie's Disease. His thin dick was a mess, bent like a sickle. When I saw how bad it was, I feared it would tear me apart, but Leroy swore that it "sort of" straightened itself out when it got in an ass or a cunt. I had no choice but to let him try, and once he inserted his bent cock it did straighten out. It was pretty long and broke new ground in my virgin ass.

The next man was gruff and didn't want to look me in the eye. He asked in a low voice,

"What kind of freak are you to be working here," but once he got me on the ground, he was like a large eel swimming up the ass river. I think his beer can-wide cock did the most damage in widening my ass hole. The last guy to have a go at me was also tattooed. His name read as Wilber Cody. He had motorcycle graffiti on his chest, arms, and back. His lower extremities were tattooed to look like a gas pump, with his sizable wide cock tattooed to look like a gas pump hose. He wanted me to sit on his cock so I could control the speed of entry. That was a good idea.

To get his gas pump hose into my ass took about fifteen minutes. I had to lube myself continually. His "hose" was long, and his girth was significant, with swellings every inch or two. Wilber told me his cock was twelve inches long. I believed it. He broke new ground in my virgin ass. The pain was severe. I was bleeding even before he finished. His cum load caused me unbearable burning. Until the four men had finished servicing me anally, the metal chastity belt cut into my thigh from their weight on top of me.

Their cocks were significant but not as large as Master Grimes's; still, I was numb by the time they finished using me. There was a warmness and burning in my ass that I ascribed to bleeding. I knew one of the big men who took me savagely had caused me to bleed. That was when Master Grimes removed the golden cage from my cock and balls and pointed at the remaining man,

"This brother is gay and wishes that you fuck him in the ass. Do you agree, my slave?"

I nodded.

If Gimes was still asking if I agreed, that was a good sign. The gay guy assumed the position on his knees.I got down in the same position behind him. I used my hand to insert myself inside him. Seeing his attractive bubble butt ass woke up my dick. His anis was wide, lubed, and permitted easy entry. Once my dick was balls deep in his ass, I put my arms around his waist and fucked the large man's well-muscled ass with all the strength I could muster. I fucked that gay dude so hard I was covered with his ass sweat as the cum loads of the other men worked their way out of my butt. As I pumped my sperm into his gay ass their sperm rolled out of my ass and leaked over both our thighs.

The gay man didn't complain; when I was done, I waited until my dick had spent my sperm, then I pulled out. The gay guy got up from his knees. He was holding his scrotum in his hands, and his fingers were shiny with cum. He excused himself,

"You fucked me so good I came all over myself,"

I smiled at him. He went to shower. I knew exactly what the man meant because I'd learned that same afternoon. A "good deep fucking" will trigger the prostate, and the fuckee will ejaculate, or cum will leak out of his cock while another man's dick is in his ass. As he walked away, I could see the cum that dripped out of my ass was all over him.

If I could have, I would have told the gay brother to suck my cock clean, but I was silent; I was learning my place. I began to wonder if the four loads of cum that the other men had deposited inside me had given me a super testosterone edge that increased not only my libido but my sexual performance. The amount of sperm and the multiple ejaculations I was capable of seemed beyond my usual ability.

When all was finished, Master Grimes asked if I had any comments. I said,

"No. As your slave, I only want to please you."

I looked down and saw my erection had not dissipated, and I was still dripping sperm. So much sperm it was as if I was pissing.

Grimes made me turn around. When he saw the fresh red blood running down my legs, he said,

`"Shit, buddy, one of them ripped your ass open. Take a break. Return in five days. Your ass should be healed by then. You are bleeding now, but that is normal and good; it means the men have widened your channel, and you will have no problem servicing extra-large cocks. Agreed?"

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master, your wish is my command." I went home like a dog with his tail between his legs.

The next three weeks went by in a blur. Once I was healed, I returned, and each day, strange men used me as an anal sex recipient. It seemed as if I was on a nonstop merry-go-round. The hoards of men who lined up to fuck me seemed never ending but rarely amounted to more than ten in a day. Still, I spent part of each day on my knees or belly. Some men whipped me before having sex with me. I bore their blows with patience. If they got carried away with their sadism, Grimes would intercede.

Usually, the men who fucked me positioned themselves behind or me on top of them. Sometimes they fucked me standing up, usually against a wall, where the hammering thrusts of their hips would have swept me away. if not for the wall.

These sexual encounters seemed to take an inordinate amount of time. No one was in a rush. If a man had difficulty seating his big dicks inside me, they persevered, causing me much pain, although once their cocks were seated inside my ass and the thrusting slowed, the pain became bearable. Some of the men fucked me as if they were running a marathon and then slowed down to a trot as if they wanted to prolong their enjoyment.

They were silent except for words like "Good, don't move," or "Oh I love you ass, come home with me." One said, "I like a tight ass." as he fucked me like he was drilling for oil. When the big dicks penetrated me, my ass hole expanded. I felt pain and sometimes tearing, but no more gushing of blood.

I could see myself as if from afar. I was changed. Greta had done a superb job grooming me. I was now a sex slave and considered myself lucky to be one. I looked forward to the exciting life I was now entering. Sometimes, I would hallucinate and think the room had turned dark and the illuminating light shone within me.

I was particularly drawn to Greta because the sex was so fabulous. The change, becoming a receptacle for horny men, was not to my liking, but somehow I continued out of excitement and the real fear Grimes would not permit me to stop.

Greta had told me if I wished to quit, I should not have gone to Master Grimes. How right Greta had been. I believed she loved me as I loved her. I truly missed Greta's feminine touch, her soft breasts, her strange pussy, the only compensation I had now was I had developed was the ability to ejaculate as a result of the anal sex. This fully released my sexual tension.

I never got horny, but I always agreed to participate and act as a tool. Maybe it was the pressure their cock put on my prostate, or perhaps I found the whole sordid enterprise to my liking, but once they got their cock inside my ass, my dick swelled up, and if I timed it just right, we'd both ejaculate at the same time. If the guy fucking me noticed I'd cum, he'd say,

"Oh yeah, buddy, you enjoy being fucked." That was not precisely the case, but the relief I experienced ejaculating provided a tremendous calming effect.

This newfound ability controlled my sexual needs and allowed me to persevere without having to deal with females. I was carried along by the inertia of the whole experience. I didn't want to continue as an enslaved person; I didn't care for Grimes or his hoard of horny men, and meeting their needs was not my idea of ideal sex, yet for some reason, I persisted long past my vanishing point. It was as if I was on a vessel going from here to there and did not want to get off in the middle of the ocean, as absurd as that may seem.

My new life as a slave, a sex-trafficked prostitute, caused me to ignore graduate school. My education was secondary to my life as a sex slave. My life was as if I was entering a new country and making mental notes on the customs and habits of the natives, much like what you would expect from a graduate anthropology student. There was the fear of angering Grimes, who I knew at any time could have murdered and disposed of me. These were dangerous men you didn't contradict.

"You're learning, young man," said Grimes.

I thought," Oh God, was this the life I wished for?"

"Well," said Master Grimes, interrupting my thoughts, "You've been with us for a while. You'll have to be branded next time you come."

"What do you mean, my Master?"

"Oh, it's nothing; we'll give ya something to drink, to numb you, and you'll hardly feel it. It's a G in a circle; it will be on your right ass cheek, and no one but us will ever know it's there."

"Yes, I thought, no one will know except you and I and all the men who fuck my naked ass will see Grimes' initial burned into it. I thought, "If that is to be, it will be."

"Good," said Grimes. Don't eat anything before you arrive tomorrow. I don't want you vomiting all over the place from the pain."

"Thank you, Master, your desire shall be my obligation."

"Not shall be," said Grimes, "Is."

I don't want to talk about the branding. First, Grimes removed the gilt chastity device. In anticipation, my cock was straining at the confinement. Grimes pointed at the mattress on the floor and told me.

"Belly down, ass up."

Grimes threw himself atop me like a hungry pig at a trough.

His large circumsized organ, like a policeman's club, immediately pushed itself inside my butt hole, penetrating the core of my existence. His big tennis ball sized balls did a rat-a-tat on my ass cheeks bouncing high off my own balls.The experience of anal sex with a huge penis provides a sexual intensity and intimacy that is mind-boggling. Once you have been flayed open, pierced, and broken, you have no secrets left. You are willing to confess openly to your Master,

"You own me."

Grimes fucked me; he fucked me hard, but my asshole was wider now, and it opened liked like a flower to receive his stamen. His guttural grunts signified he had cum. My Master stopped all motion and rested, savoring his copious ejaculation and climax. He waited for his super cock to become flaccid so its removal did not imperil my intestine. Since I was able to accommodate his huge cock he seemed pleased with my progress saying,

"Bitch, I got all of my big dick inside you today. You are a very good boy."

Then Grimes laughed,

"Fucking you so good has taken away my erection, but we don't have the time for me to make you suck it to its full size."

Mr. Ajax, seated next to us, was a very short fat man with a medium-sized circumcised dick. I knew who he was as I'd serviced him several times. Ajax was wearing a jockstrap, but his large balls had slipped halfway out. He watched us both. I knew his balls intimately as he always stopped fucking me and made me suck them until he ejaculated in my face.

Grimes had now finished. I was exhausted; he was a large, muscled man who probably weighed twice what I did, and just trying to support his weight and nonstop thrusting was a physical exertion. Once he was off of me, I turned onto my back. When as I lay recuperating, thinking I'd be ordered to blow or let Mr. Ajax get off on me, Grimes smacked my cock and balls with his riding crop, causing me much pain, saying,

"Now turn the fuck over."

With four thin nylon ropes, he tied my hands and feet and spread eagle to the loops on the mattress. Now, I was face down and could not imagine what would happen. I heard a loud crackle. Grimes said,

"That noise is the propane igniting. We use that to heat the iron. Mr. Ajax, whom you know, will perform the task. If you gave him pleasure, he will not cause you extra pain. Then Grimes asked,

"Mr. Ajax, did you enjoy the boy?"

"He's a good boy," said the fat man. " He did his best to do whatever I asked him. He was very agreeable to swallow my cum."

Grimes continued, saying, "Mr. Ajax is a branding expert. Ajax knows how long the red hot iron must stay in place, but not a second longer, or it would scar the muscles underneath."

This knowledge was little consolation when the iron was held against my skin. The pain was excruciating; the smell of the burning flesh was caught in my nostrils and stuck to the mucosa, and I could smell it for several days afterward. I stayed home the next few days, as Grimes had suggested, to give the branding time to heal, and I abstained from bathing.

Once healed, I continued to visit Grimes' apartment for the next four weeks. I'd utterly failed to have the courage to tell him I wanted to be finished. Sex acts were now impersonal. It was as if we were animals.

One Arab who fancied me asked Grimes if he could buy me to take me back to Saudi Arabia. Grimes told him the arrangement could be discussed but that I was a strong earner and the price would be very high.