Everybody's

As she sat on the bench feeding the swans, she suddenly felt a hand choking her throat. After it was removed, she stood up, bent down with her head between her knees, lifted her skirt, spread her cheeks and shaped her lips into an 'O' to give the interested party a good view of her set of holes. She saw a middle-aged white man who approvingly approached to inspect her shaven cunt. She felt both ashamed and excited at how moist it had become the very moment she had felt his hand on her throat.

He proceeded to spread and finger her anus and then pointed towards the ground which she took as an order to kneel before him.

He opened her mouth to look at her teeth and tonsils while holding down her tongue as Rajani tasted herself.

The stranger took a black leather collar with a leash out of his pocket and put it around her neck, pointed at the breadcrumbs that had fallen into the grass and told her to eat them. She went on all fours and, trying to make it look as erotic as possible, first put them into place with the tip of her tongue before closing her lips around them.

'Stand up and fold your hands behind your neck,' he ordered and walked her across the park to his car. Being walked on a leash was not half as humiliating for Rajani as the fact that her hard long nipples were poking through her flimsy blouse like sharpened pencils.

During the short drive he fondled her tits and pinched and twisted her erect nipples. She tried not to scream and wondered which of her holes he would use first. Her mouth? She loved the smell and taste of cock and the feeling of having her throat pounded. Her cunt? Her labia were unusually long which appealed to a lot of males, and many white men were fascinated by the contrast of her brown skin with the pink inside of her cunt which, in turn, excited her beyond measure. Her arse? Oh yes, to have an aggressive man thrust his hard cock into her arse again...

She realised that she had left a wet patch on the car seat and decided to stop fantasising. After all, it was not her call where she would be entered first.

'Has the stranger noticed the puddle? And will he punish me for it?' she thought, partly anxious and partly hopeful.

Arriving at his house, he ordered her on all fours, walked her up the stairs to the door and rang the bell. His wife opened and was delighted, 'You found another one?'

'Yes, and this one has no limits.'

'Fantastic!' the wife replied and ripped Rajani's blouse off, exposing her tiny tits with their small but very prominent nipples. 'These will be great for hanging up our laundry', she laughed.

The stranger lifted Rajani's skirt up and got a whip from the cabinet. 'She leaked on your seat', he told the wife. 'Do you want to punish her yourself?'

'I do,' she replied and inspected Rajani's moist cunt. 'She seems a very excitable slut.'

As the whip cracked down on her arse cheeks, she screamed with pain but couldn't help getting wetter with every lash.

'Now she's dripping on the carpet!' the stranger observed and pulled her long black hair to force Rajani to look at him. 'Have you no manners?'

Rajani was put in a straitjacket that left her tits exposed and then placed on her back on the kitchen table. The stranger inspected her holes again and mumbled, 'Where to start?'

'May I warm you up?' the wife asked him.

'Please do,' he replied and took out his hard cock which seemed awfully thick, increasing Rajani's anxiety.

The wife squatted in front of him, pulled her round tits out of her jumper to let them dangle over its collar and put her hands behind her back.

He grabbed her red locks and slowly inserted his cock into her mouth until it was in to the hilt as her eyes grew wide, and he commenced to fuck her face with ever-increasing force and speed.

After about a minute he abruptly pulled out and turned to Rajani. He attached clothespins to her nipples and spread her legs.

Yes! He rammed his cock into her anus, just as she had wished. However, while the whipping had brought her close to crying, the sensation of a hard thick cock splitting her bony arse was too much to hold back, and the first tears rolled down her face.

This appeared to encourage the stranger whose cock seemed to grow even thicker as he pounded her arse harder and harder.

She had not always felt this enthusiastic about anal use. Initially she had merely endured it, given that a slave has no choice in the matter, but found it painful and demeaning. It was only the training on TP's yacht that caused her change of heart. TP had referred to her anus as the 'good girl hole', pointing out that all good girls take it up the arse. Since then she enjoyed it immensely. She still found it painful and demeaning, but this was what made it so enjoyable. Besides, of course Rajani wanted to be a good girl.

Afterwards she was put on her knees in front of the stranger who rested in an armchair while the wife pushed her head up and down on his cock until he pulled Rajani's hair back and shot his load across her pretty face. She then was told to clean up with her tongue all cum that had gone off target, i. e. not on her skin or in her mouth, since a few drops had landed on the floor and the wife's glasses.

'As long as you're in this house,' the stranger demanded, 'you won't remove any cum from your body.'

In the evening about a dozen men as well as two couples arrived. Rajani was presented to them ballgagged, standing with her legs wide apart and clamps and weights attached to her nipples and labia which therefore appeared even longer than usual. The dried cum on her face started to irritate her, but she wore it with pride, nonetheless.

The stranger pulled the weights on her labia, stretching them even further, and said, 'Look at the fuck flaps on this little whore! I'll make sure that everybody gets a turn.'

The pulling was so painful that she felt like shouting out 'Oh fuck!' but TP had taught her to suppress it. He felt that swearing was unbecoming to a slave and disrespectful to its owners and handlers, and in a memorable cattle prod session he had conditioned her to replace all swearing with a substitute phrase he had made up for her. So when the stranger pulled the weights, she screamed out, 'I'm so sorry for being such a common slut!' to the amusement of everyone around.

'Can we use your wife as well?' someone asked.

'You can have my wife any other time, as you know. Tonight I want all cocks focussed on the Desi slave.'

The wife made a pouty face which didn't go unnoticed. 'You may masturbate,' he told her, and she eagerly dropped her pants and started rubbing her meaty cunt as she watched Rajani being felt up by the crowd.

Rajani had not received that much attention since that week on TP's yacht where he had made her available to all his friends and the crew members. He had also told her that he would spread her pictures all over the Internet with the note that anyone could claim her by simply choking her and instructed her to immediately present her holes to those who did.

She was put into the straitjacket again and brought to her knees. The gag was removed, and soon she choked on the first cock. She was delighted to notice that she could see herself in a mirror; she loved watching the beautiful contrast between her dark brown skin and the hard white cocks, enhanced by her blood-red lipstick.

The two girls got their tits out and fluffed their boyfriends and some of the other guys. The stranger lay on his back, lifted his buttocks and ordered Rajani to rim him. This was her speciality, and as she worked her long tongue deep into his anus, she gleefully watched his wonderful cock jump into action. He then threw her on her back, pulled her flaps apart and, after playing with her cunt for a few seconds, fucked it while twisting her stiff nipples.

Later she was told to ride one of the guests' cocks while another rammed his into her rear end from behind and a third one shoved his down her throat. All her holes were in constant use, and those who weren't inside her at the moment spanked or caned her or tortured her nipples, causing her to repeat her catchphrase several times.

She was used for several hours, and at the end the guests gathered around her and relieved themselves on her face, tits and hair.

After their departure the stranger once again roughly fucked her face while pulling her hair and eventually unloaded deep in the back of her throat.

Rajani was left kneeling on the floor, feeling exhausted, humiliated, degraded and happy.

'Did you cum at all?' the wife asked her, still playing with herself.

'No,' Rajani replied and thought back to TP's conditioning. 'My purpose is to please others, and cumming would only distract me. I'll cum when I masturbate in my bed and remember tonight.'

After the cum had dried, the stranger removed the straitjacket and the collar, told her she was free to go and returned her skirt, her torn blouse, her socks and her shoes. It was late at night, and she hoped to get back to her place without being seen.

As she walked home, she remembered the farewell at TP's yacht.

'Go now,' he had told her after it anchored.

'But I don't want you to set me free.'

'I'm not setting you free,' he replied as he pinched her left nipple through the fabric and shook her tit goodbye. 'You were mine for a week. Now you're everybody's.'