My new degrading life pt 2_first day

My Degrading Life Ch. 2

A quick recap…

My life had really changed over night. I used to live in the suburbs with my father, step mother and step siblings. I had my own room, my own stuff, and privacy. I went to school, where I was one of the popular crowd, and I mean truly popular, not slutty popular like some of those used up by 21 chicks I knew. I respect for myself and the respect from the people around me. I even had a boy friend, who despite not getting anything, was still a great guy, as far as I could tell. Before the other day I had a solid foundation of trust in the general goodness of those around me. That was until my father totally screwed me over.

It turned out that my father the upstanding man that I and everyone else thought him to be had a bit of gambling problem. Now when I say a bit, I meant he was four million in debt. Four fucking million. If that wasn’t bad enough we couldn’t just end up broke and living in the streets like normal people in debt. That way I could have been sent to foster care for a year or two, and then be free from the shame. No, that didn’t happen. As it turned out my father, whom I’ll see burning in the pits of Hell one day, owed said four million to the mob, and it seemed as if he didn’t feel like paying it back. That left the very dangerous men of the seedy organization to take their money out in trade. And, by trade I mean my sweat and sexy body.

I was taken from my home, abducted by some strange men and thrown into the back of a van, all while my asshole of a father watched with a pitying look on his face. He didn’t even try and put up a fight as if he had come to terms with his only daughter being carted off to pay off his debts.

It wasn’t long after my little ride that I met an exceptionally evil man named Edward Newchild. He was the kind of man that as an assistant was probably great, but as a boss or worse, an owner wasn’t all that kind. He had no problem destroying a life, and I’m not talking about murder, though I was sure he wouldn’t have a problem with that either. In the few hours that I was in his custody he arranged for me to be gang raped by three men, one of whom stole my virginity. It was a horrid experience, but from what I saw after that, I knew I was lucky, if only marginally. I was saved from total debasement through the power of cocks, by a woman called the Mistress. She, for some reason, at the time I didn’t care to know why, wanted me, and so she bought me.

The mistress was a rich woman, and powerful by the way a man like Mr. Newchild kissed her ass. She had a limo and even a penthouse apartment in New York, that took up the entire top floor. It was there that I would be spending the next part of my life. Not in luxury like a daughter. If that were the case then I was sure that she could gotten a kid at an orphanage. It definitely would have cost her less. No I was a pet, something for her amusement. I was something to pet from time to time, and keep her pussy wet.

At the start of the week I was a normal teenager, going to school, hanging out with my friends and boyfriend. I was popular and on my way to getting an awesome grade in math. But, now I was some woman’s sex slave/puppy. I even had a shock collar. There was no way to know exactly what she had in store for me.
Now back to the story…

Being with the Mistress wasn’t all that bad. You just had to keep perspective on the whole thing. I had mornings to myself. The Mistress tended not to rise before noon. The first day, I tried to escape. That didn’t work out too well. There was a small hallway in front of the door out. That door led to the elevator. Trying to get through the door caused me to get another volt from the black collar around my neck. After that any plans of leaving on my own were gone. I was afraid that before the mistress finally took off my collar I’d be one of two things; bacon, or a lamp. I was already so many things that I didn’t feel like becoming either.

Instead I took the time I had to myself and explored the place. It was spacious, yet filled with interesting things. There pictures of the mistress with some very famous people, and pictures I assumed were of her family. On one wall there were collars, just like my own, all with different name tags on them. A quick count told me there had been at least twelve girls in my position. I couldn’t help but ponder what happened to them. Were they dead, did the mistress sell them to some one else. Did they end up in some sort used up sex slave pound, or did she simply let us go. I didn’t know, but I sure hoped that it was the last one. My hopes weren’t very high though.

Apart from that disturbing wall the apartment was really something. There were stairs near the south end that led up to a glass covered roof garden. There were so many different types of plants, and I think a bird. It wasn’t an ordinary New York pigeon either, it had an array of colours. I wasn’t sure, but I think it was a parrot.

Aside from the parrot the mistress had three different living room like areas. One room had white furniture. Scared that I might mess something up in there and receive another bolt of electricity I decided to stay out of there. The second room had black leather furniture and some chains hanging from the ceiling. That room was beyond creepy, and I wanted to stay out of it for long as possible. The final room was about the same as the first except it had a very large television. I stood just inside that room wondering whether I should turn on the TV. It was tempting, but I didn’t want to wake the mistress up.

“It’s alright.” said a voice from behind.

I turned around suddenly startled out of my mind. Standing behind me was another girl. She was wearing a brown pants suit and had a short hair cut. I could only assume that she was the Mistress’ assistant.

“It’s alright, you’re allowed to use this room on your off hours.” said the girl. “I’m Amy, the Mistress’ niece, nice to meet you.”

Amy obviously knew what was going on. From the collars on the wall I was sure she’d been through this before. There were so many questions I wanted to ask her, though none of them seemed to leave my lips. When I didn’t say anything she decided to speak up instead.
“The mistress has decided this is what you’ll wear during the day.” she said pulling something out from behind her back.
I wanted to say that I was shocked and appalled by the ‘outfit’ the mistress picked out for me, but sadly I wasn’t. The outfit wasn’t much of anything, only a pair of fake fox ears and a fake fox tail. The ears were easy enough to put on, it was just a hair band with the ears sowed onto it. The tail however was a different matter. Just to note, I so wanted to torture and kill the guy who came up with the stupid tail. Unlike the ears, and its simple hair band design, the tail was fluff of red and black fur connected to a vibrator and some sort of belt. That was just great, I thought to myself. A vibrating tail in my snatch was all I needed. It was just too bad that it wasn’t for my snatch.

“The mistress has instructed me to help you out with this.” said Amy.

Amy was quick, like a ninja or something similar. In the blink of an eye I was bent over the arms of one of the sofas. She flipped up the black skirt I had put back on from the night before. My ass and cunt were exposed to yet another person I had just met. I tried struggling, but Amy had some muscle under that pants suit. The belt was strapped around me and left to dangle. She held me down by the small of my back, and proceeded to stoop down. I looked behind me to see what she was about to do. I can tell you that I didn’t like it.

“Excuse me.” she said a second before letting up on my back and grabbing both of butt cheeks. She parted my globes of flesh and began digging into my rose bud with her tongue.

“What are you doing?” I asked horrified, and embarrassed.

“I have to do this or it won’t be the smoothest entry.” she said quickly before diving in for another taste. Squirm as I might it didn’t deter her from giving my hole a new coat of saliva. After what felt like the entire day of licking, I felt a finger snake its way inside. I gritted my teeth as she put in another one. I could feel as she moved both fingers in and out, and then as she scissored them, spreading the hole wider. A few globs of spit and then I felt something bigger. The vibrator I thought was going in my pussy was being eased into my rectum. It wasn’t that long, maybe about four inches, and then about an inch and a half thick, except for this one part near the end. It was thicker than the rest of it, and it made it harder for it to slide back out, trust me, she tested it. After thoroughly checking the integrity of the vibrator-tail Amy finally stood up and let me go.