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Spring Break Slave
By humbleslave
"You fucking bitch!," I exclaimed for about the one hundredth time as I
saw her holding up a DVD as she boarded the plane. A week ago, I had
landed in Mexico, a regular college guy looking to blow off some steam on
spring break. What I am now, and will be in the future, entirely depends
upon the devious mind of the girl who just boarded the plane, whom I know
only as "Mistress Ashleigh."
I met Ashleigh my first night in Mexico. Returning to the hotel after a
night, I saw a beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed coed, sitting hunched
over on a bench. We made a bit of small talk, and I determined that she
was extremely intoxicated. I helped her stand, and generously walked her
back to my room. She mumbled that she liked it rough, so I threw her onto
all fours, grabbed her hair and railed the shit out of her. By the time I
was done, she had scratches down her back, and her ass was so red that I
doubt she'd be able to sit for a week. Just for good measure, I fucked
her in the ass as well.
The next morning I awoke groggy and confused, and had a sizable amount of
weight on my chest. I tried to rub my eyes, but found that I was tied
spread eagle to the bed. Looking up, I saw the D cup breasts, and then
the face of Ashleigh. "Rise and shine, slave boy," she cooed as she
playfully slapped me in the face. "In case you're wondering what's going
on, here's the deal: I have a tape of you raping me last night. In
exchange for me destroying the evidence and not pressing charges you will
be my slave this week."
"Fuck you," I spat back. "You don't have it. Besides, you said you liked
it rough."
"Is that so?" she countered, as she moved aside, to let me see the DVD of
last night playing on the TV screen. "If the DVD isn't enough, I'm sure I
can just strip down at the police station and let them decide. Face it, I
have you by the balls, and that's 'Mistress Ashleigh' to you." With that,
she walked over to a suitcase and took out two pink string bikinis. She
came back over to the bed, and untied me. "Put this on, slave," she
commanded me.
I knew that she had me, and I figured I would make this whole thing as
painless as possible on myself. I tied the strings on the bottoms
loosely, so that my dick would fit inside. As I was putting on the tiny
top, Mistress Ashleigh had managed to tuck my cock between my legs, and
tied the strings on the panties much tighter, so that my crotch appeared
smooth. She tossed me six inch platform sandals, which I put on as she
snapped a collar around my neck and attached a leash. She changed into
the other bikini, threw on a similar pair of sandals, and out the door we
went.
The heels were very hard to get used to, and I fell several times as she
dragged me down the hall of the hotel. Several people came out to see
what the commotion was about, and made sure to point and laugh at the guy
on a leash in a bikini.
Soon, we got to the beach. I noticed we had passed a sign that said "Come
join us for sex on the beach. FREE BEER," but didn't think much of it.
The beach was set up for a contest of some kind, with bleachers and a
stage. I assumed it was just another wet tee shirt contest, though I
wondered why there were four contraptions on the stage that looked like
large blocks with four loops hanging from each of them. "Well, it looks
like we're early," Mistress Ashleigh stated. "I guess it would be a good
idea to get some practice in beforehand," she said, as she pushed my neck
down so that I was bent over one of the blocks, and only my upper chest
was supported. Suddenly I felt cuffs closing around each of my hands, so
that they were spread, with one on each side of the block. Then my feet
were cuffed to a platform behind the block, so that my ass was in the
air, and all my weight was on my tip toes and my chest.
I looked up, expecting a nice upward shot of Mistress Ashleigh's tits,
but what I saw was a large black strapon dildo fastened to her waist. "I
suggest you suck this, because it's going in your ass," she stated
matter-of-factly. Clamping my lips closed and turning my head, proved to
be futile, as Mistress simply grabbed the back of my head with one hand,
and pinched my nose with the other. As soon as I ran out of air, my mouth
opened, and she jammed her cock inside. She continued to force me down
on her cock, which caused me to gag frequently, and which left a trail of
drool running down my face. After about ten minutes, I got into a rhythm
of breathing and bobbing that made me look like a deep-throating
professional.
"Looks like someone's a quick learner," Mistress Ashleigh giggled, as she
withdrew from my mouth and walked behind me. As she stepped away, I had
a chance to look up, and I noticed that bleachers had filled with other
spring breakers. A quick glance to the side revealed three other guys in
my exact predicament, although I was the only one dressed as a girl.
"Apparently these girls have very kinky boyfriends. They all volunteered
for this," Mistress informed me. "In fact, they've all done this before,
so they can take bigger cocks than you. You'll simply have to make up
for it with enthusiasm and endurance. Unless you want me to go to the
police..."
The announcer kicked off the festivities. "Good afternoon, ladies and
gentlemen, and welcome to our first annual 'Turn the Tables' contest.
Ladies are you tired of the men always having control? Have you ever
dreamed of turning the tables on your boyfriend? Well, that's exactly
what is going to happen today. These four ladies are going to wear the
cocks and show the boys what it's like to bend over and take one. I
understand our first three couples are real life couples, who enjoy this
on a regular basis. Our couple on the end, I've been told simply, that
they met a few nights ago, and he is paying off a debt to her! So this
should be interesting!! Remember, the winners get $10,000 in cash.
Ladies, on the count of three: ...one....two...THREE"
"YEEOOOOWWW," I screamed as Mistress's cock tore into my virgin ass. This
elicited a huge laugh from the audience, as apparently the other guys had
taken the initial thrust with no problems. In fact, I heard the slapping
of their girlfriends' hips against their asses, as my Mistress had to
withdraw and take another shot at it. Her second attempt was true, and
again, I let out a pained scream as she buried it to the hilt this time.
Each thrust felt like it was tearing me apart, and I thrashed in my bonds
as she continued to fuck me with hard, fast strokes. She leaned forward,
held my head down and dug an elbow into my back, further showing her
dominance of me. She went at it for awhile, and I continued in vain to
escape from my bonds.
All of a sudden, my ass felt empty. I took the chance to glance to the
side and saw the other couples chatting with each other, and the
audience, each of the girls with their hands on their guys' hips,
thrusting away and talking like they were watching a football game. My
rest was brief, however, and suddenly I was slammed with what felt like a
baseball bat. I screamed. Mistress Ashleigh laughed, and announced to
the crowd, "That's the advantage of having a girl cock; you can change
sizes whenever your whore gets too loose." "Ok, slave; I really want you
to humiliate yourself. Let's all hear how pathetic you are," she
whispered to me. "Or you can get it in the ass from a guy in prison, it's
your choice."
"Please, Mistress, not that Mistress. Please," I begged. "Please fuck me
harder, I'll be a good little bitch, I promise," I said, as I heard the
audience laugh. "I'll be your slave for the rest of spring break,
please. I'm sorry," I whined.
"Did you hear that?" Mistress Ashleigh asked the crowd. "Do you think he
should be my slave for the rest of spring break?" The crowd roared its
approval, and I continued to thrash in my bonds. "Do you want to see her
little titties?" she implored. Again, the crowd roared to life, and the
triangles of fabric that covered my nipples were pulled to the side. She
cupped my chest and pinched my nipples. I screamed again. "Awww, the
poor girl doesn't like having her titties exposed, does she?" Mistress
taunted me.
"I'm just ashamed that they are so small, Mistress," I answered.
"Wow!! I've really broken her, haven't I?" Mistress Ashleigh said. "Face
down, ass up, bitch," she growled as she plowed my ass. I'm not sure how
much longer it went on, but I do recall looking up and being surrounded
by the other ladies in the contest, who had come over to watch us and
congratulate Mistress Ashleigh on her victory.
Finally, long after everyone had left, Mistress grew tired of fucking me,
and released me from my bonds. I staggered and fell to the ground.
"Looks like I wore you out, you little bitch," she laughed, as she picked
me up off the ground. "We have one more place to go, and then we can go
home," she informed me, as I wobbled after her in the heels, my ass
throbbing.
We soon entered a women's store on the beach front. "I remember what you
said today, about feeling ashamed that your titties are too small, so we
came here to remedy that," she said. I want you to tell the nice woman
behind the counter that you want big titties so that you can please your
Mistress," she said. I was too worn out to argue with her, so I
approached the woman at the counter. She looked at me a few times, and
then broke into a fit of laughter.
"I'm here because my titties are too small, and I want to please my
Mistress," I said to her, my face burning red.
"How big does your Mistress want you to be," she asked.
"Oh, as big as possible," I said. "I want them to really sway beneath me
when I'm bent over, or on all fours, getting nailed doggie style. I want
something to grab when I'm riding her cock reverse cowgirl, and I want
them to slap me in the face when she's pile driving me." Both women
erupted into laughter, and the sales woman came back with a pair of
enormous gel breast forms.
"These are the biggest ones we have, and they are DDs. I would imagine
you want them on now," she said, as she pulled my bikini top to the side
and stuck them to my chest. "This glue is water resistant, and only
comes off with a special remover. Let me go get that for you."
"Actually, we'll come back for it later in the week, if she's good,"
Mistress Ashleigh laughed as she paid the woman and hauled me out of the
store. We walked toward the hotel, my newly acquired "assets" along with
the heels and my sore ass, made for quite a spectacle. I staggered
around like I was drunk. "Wow, look at how big your new titties are,"
Mistress remarked. They are bigger than mine! You know, with you
staggering around like that, you're making quite an inviting target for
the guys around here. Perhaps I should walk on ahead and see what
happens."
"No, Mistress, please!" I begged, as she hurried up ahead. I ran to
catch up, which caused my titties to bounce uncontrollably in the skimpy
string bikini, and brought more stares in our direction. We finally got
to the hotel room, and I stripped out of the bikini and collapsed on the
bed. Mistress Ashleigh tossed me a lacy white thong and a short, satin
and lace white babydoll nightie to wear. I stood up to put on the
attire, and was surprised by the weight of my unsupported titties. The
babydoll barely covered my tits or my ass, and I looked over at Mistress
Ashleigh, who had changed into a wife beater tee shirt and sweat shorts.
I noticed a large bulge in the shorts, as she handed me a pair of white 7
inch platform stripper heels.
"Guys always say it's much hotter when she leaves her heels on, and I
would say that I agree," she said. "Put those on, and leave them on. You
are to please me at ALL times," she reminded me. I did as I was told,
put the heels on, and lay down on my side, which was all my new titties
would allow. Mistress Ashleigh lay behind me in the classic "spoon"
position, with her hands on my titties and her cock resting against my
ass. That's the last thing I remembered as I fell asleep.
I awoke to the feeling of cock in my ass. The sun and breeze were coming
in through the open window, and apparently Mistress Ashleigh was feeling
horny. "Slave, thank you for taking care of my morning wood," she
taunted me, as she grabbed me by the neck and put me on all fours.
Obviously the babydoll had bunched up around my waist, but the pounding I
was taking caused my titties to spring free of their flimsy confines and
bounce wildly beneath me as my Mistress hammered away. She reached
around me and cupped them. "Wow, these puppies are enormous!" she
exclaimed. "I'm glad I don't have to carry them around. Now stand up,
and march over to the breakfast bar." I tottered over and immediately
bent over it and rested my chin on top.
"Look at how submissive you've become!" she said. "But you are wrong. Hop
up on the breakfast bar, bitch!" she yelled as she hopped up to join me.
She lay down on her back, her cock pointed menacingly toward me. "Now
flip up your little nightie, turn around so I'm not looking at you, and
take a seat on my cock!" she commanded. I did as I was told, cautiously
lowering myself onto Mistress Ashleigh's big black cock. It must have
been too slowly for her liking as she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me
down, rapidly impaling me on the monster, and causing me to lose my
balance on the heels. "Bitch, you are fucking worthless, now get up and
start bouncing" she screamed. I quickly regained my balance, got up on
the heels, and started bouncing away.
Mistress reached up and grabbed my arms, and pulled them behind me, which
enabled her to slide her cock further into me. Once she tired of that,
she pulled my legs out, so that I was now resting on my knees and her
stomach, so that she could get all ten inches into my ass. I bounced up
and down and grabbed my own titties, moaning like a whore as I did so.
Then I heard a knock at the door, but I was so lost in the moment, that I
just kept going. "Oh that must be room service," Mistress said. "Come
in," she shouted. I quickly leaned forward on my forearms to hide my
face, but kept fucking her cock.
"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt," the woman said as she sat down the food.
"I'll just drop this off and be on my way. Have fun with your
girlfriend."
"This is my slave," Mistress corrected her, as she pulled me back up to
sitting position. The woman laughed and left the room. "Don't worry;
she's been watching us on video for quite some time now. Now we have a
cruise to attend, so get off my cock and get changed. Your dress is the
first one in the closet."
I waddled over to the closet, and took a long, champagne-colored,
sequined skirt off of the hanger. Upon closer inspection, the skirt was
slit to just below crotch-level, and it had two pieces of material
hanging off an O ring at the navel. I let the babydoll fall to the
floor, and then sat down on the bed and worked the skirt up to my hips.
When I stood up, the skirt clung to my ass like a second skin, and the
two pieces of material continued to hang down in front of me. "Mistress
Ashleigh, where is my top?" I inquired.
"Right here, silly," she laughed as she reached in front of me, pulled
the thin strips of material up over my titties, and tied them in a bow
behind my neck. She laughed at my horrified expression, and added,
"Those white shoes look horrible with this color, and tossed me the same
type of shoes, only clear. She poured herself into a sexy, but classy,
long black dress, handed me my matching purse, took my hand, and pulled
me toward the door. We exited the hotel, and made our way to the docks
where a boat was waiting for the afternoon cruise. There was no shortage
of catcalls along the way, and it was quite clear that I was going to be
the center of attention every where I went in that dress.
"Now stand behind me, keep your eyes down, and only speak when spoken
to," she instructed me, as we boarded the cruise. We went straight to
the bar, and Mistress ordered herself a scotch on the rocks, and a Cosmo
for me. Drinks in hand, she mingled with the other couples there. I
kept my head down, and blocked out most of the conversation. Many of the
men just laughed at how pathetic I was, but to my surprise, many of the
women were very curious. They poked and prodded me; many of them were
fascinated by my outfit, and in awe of how big and realistic my titties
were. They mauled them freely, treating me like a mere object on
display. Soon, we had quite a gathering of women around us.
"You'd be amazed at how quickly you can break them," Mistress informed
them. "Two days ago, this loser would have been up at the bar with your
loser boyfriends. Now he wouldn't dream of leaving my side or disobeying
me. There is something about dressing them up like a bitch and fucking
them in the ass that really does it. Ten minutes into his first anal
pounding, he moaned like a girl and admitted he wanted bigger titties to
please me. Ten minutes!" "I'd like another drink, take care of that,"
Mistress directed me. I opened my purse to check for cash, and to my
horror, all that was inside was a big black strapon. "Typical girl move,
not bringing any cash to the bar," she laughed. "Apparently, she prefers
to pay with her ass, isn't that right, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Ashleigh," I said.
Mistress went up to the bar, and returned with her drink. She grabbed me
by the wrist and dragged me out onto the deck. "Bend over bitch," she
growled, and I dutifully bent over the railing as I heard her quickly
pulling on the strapon. The skirt, slit as it was, was easy to roll up
to my hips, which I completed just as I heard the last strap tighten into
place. Mistress grabbed a hold of me, and with one quick stroke, was
balls deep in my ass. By now, my only reaction was a grunt. I was aware
that it was mid afternoon, so any frantic movements or wild noises that
came from us would grab the attention of other boaters, which I hoped to
avoid. From a distance, it just appeared that I was looking down into
the water, and Mistress Ashleigh was behind me, rocking back and forth.
She must have thought the same thing, because all of sudden, I felt a
sharp "CRACK" on my ass. I screamed. It was followed by another, and
another, and another. Mistress spanked my ass repeatedly, and I felt it
burn. My cries just encouraged her to slap harder, and more frequently,
as she drove the dick into me. She reached up and untied the bow behind
my neck, and my big titties sprung free as the pieces of material fell to
my waist. I looked up and saw that my screams had also encouraged quite
a gathering of boaters, who had pulled up to see the spectacle.
I looked back over my shoulder and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands
to spread it further and also to shield if from additional blows, which
left my titties to bounce wildly over the rail. After a few minutes, the
tugging became unbearable, and I reached forward to cup them as Mistress
Ashleigh continued to spear me. My legs were also very tired from the
heels and the position, and finally she pulled me upright, only to push
me down on all fours. After she impaled me yet again, she pulled me
backward and tried to make me ride her reverse cowgirl, facing the inside
of the ship. I looked up briefly to see the other cruise goers gathered
around the window, and my legs burned as I rode her cock to the best of
my ability. My big titties bounced, and I finally collapsed because my
legs wouldn't support me anymore.
By then the boat had docked, and Mistress withdrew from my ass, and left
me there on the ground, as she said her goodbyes to the other passengers.
I rolled my skirt back down and retied the strips behind my neck. I
stuffed my titties back inside as best I could, and staggered off of the
boat behind Mistress Ashleigh. We entered the store we had visited
before, and Mistress purchased the adhesive remover. "I bet those are
getting heavy and sore," she said. "Do you want me to take them off?"
"Yes, Mistress, please," I begged.
"Not quite yet," she laughed. "I feel like humiliating you one more
time," she said, as she untied the bow, once again baring my titties. We
barely made it home without getting attacked, and I collapsed on the bed
as soon as we got to the room.
I awoke to the sound of my alarm several hours later. I was on the floor
in my boxers. The room had been clean, and more importantly, my titties
had been removed. There was a note that read,
Dear Slave:
I kept my word to you. I destroyed the tape of you "raping" me. However,
I have footage of all our escapades over the past few days. Your titties
and all of your girl clothes are in your suitcase. My flight leaves at
10. If you can catch me, I will turn over the footage and you will be
free. Otherwise, I suggest you keep those clothes handy. You'll need to
perform in them if you want me to keep me from making the tapes public.
Better get moving!
Mistress Ashleigh
I quickly threw on some clothes, grabbed my bags, and took the first taxi
to the airport. I ran through the terminals, and caught up with her just
in time to see her holding a DVD up as she boarded the plane. "You might
want to check his bags again," she yelled as she disappeared. Airport
security approached me, but I knew that that was the least of my worries
now.
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