Indian love story

Shortly after we could hear Mistress Cheryl calling us to come out and help clean up. The rest of the summer was rather ordinary. Along with the regular stuff, we had to get at least the first month or two of our class preparation done, and we had to start getting the cabins ready for winter. It doesn’t get real cold here, but it does freeze, so we had to blow out all the water lines that we could and put special anti-freeze in the others. Both Uncle Walter and Uncle Cornelius asked if we could watch the cabins for them again next summer. Mistress Gloria and Mistress Sam said they will both be able to spend the summer here, so puddy tat will be here to help us. Mistress Cheryl said she could come down for a couple weeks vacation and maybe a weekend here or there. It looks like summers at Pond Cove might become regular things for me and holly... and of course Mistress Gloria. END OF STORY I’d come to peace with the fact that I’d been kidnapped. The memory still burned--me getting thrown in a gray car not long after school got out on September 28, stretched out on the crumb-coated floor of the backseat, with men’s shoes pressing me down, rubber-stamping red ridges in my skin, with a “Shh, you’re okay, baby” for every whimper and a stomp on the throat for every scream. But it was merely a memory from my old life, I kept telling myself. Wherever I was now, whatever day it was now, all I had to focus on was my new life, a life where I didn’t have to do homework or study for tests or go to cross-country practice or think about applying to college. All I had to do was submit to the men who took me. I struggled at first, but my masters had experienced plenty of outbursts from panicked little “freshly picked flowers,” as they put it, and they sure knew how to train a girl out of it. The first night, Master DA told me to inhale a plastic toy he had so he could teach me to trust him. He’d save me, he said. A screaming match followed for much longer than it should have. Finally, I wiped my burning tears and decided I could work up the nerve to do it, just this once. So for a few seconds, he watched me jerk and writhe and reach for the edge of my very life, and indeed, he grabbed me and did the Heimlich. Ah, I wanted to stay in those big strong arms forever, so warm, loving me enough to rescue me. Master AK and Master MT made my first meals, far better than what I’d expected as a slave--ramen, macaroni and cheese, spaghetti. But they fed me when the noodles were still scalding hot, and I couldn’t spit. The goal was to disable my instinct and make it feel more natural for my masters’ commands to reign supreme. “You can do it, Cassie!” Master MT would hiss, huddled up by my side, clutching my trembling hand. That’s not my name, but they said their girls had to have a new one as a mark of their new life. “Swallow!” And they were so proud of me when I did--once I could do it without any signs of resistance, they rewarded me with a fresh tube of lip gloss. How sweet, I thought. I can’t tell you how many masters I had. Surely over a dozen, I think. The next day, a lot of desi them got the chance to have some alone time with me, just time to chat and laugh and cuddle. They all told me that they did this because they knew I deserved a happier, more meaningful life than the tiring cycle of academic responsibilities and career ambitions and the dreaded uncertainties of young adult life, and you know what? I was genuinely thankful for that, and I told them indian so! I reached under the covers and took ahold of my penis again, still hard. I indian took off my cum splattered clothes and put on a robe my last girlfriend gave me. I went back into the family room and began looking for something to watch now that I didn't need relief anymore, although the thought of what had just happened, had me semi-erect. I swallowed and forced myself to scurry into the futas' locker room. I feel like a douche about the whole thing, quite honestly. ‘Darius, are you coming in?’ She whined. It dawned on me what she said, about holding her head to help. In the dim light he made out that she was Caucasian, slim, and had light hair, but he couldn't make out her face because the sun was behind her. I removed my mouth from her nipple and while looking at her I said. Even after I transformed, I kept myself busy with paperwork for the farm or cleaning the house. He got between her legs, lifted her knees and as I had her all wet and opened up, he slid right in. The horny little bastard didn’t take long. She buzzed me in and I took the elevator up to the fourth floor. Her supervisor was breathing heavily, desi pointing his dick at her face, and pumping it rapidly. Then a man slapped her right across the tits. And just as the server walks away, his finger touches my pussy, making me gasp. It all want by in the blur.