Abbi the Pakistani Slut Pt. 02

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This story is a continuation of "Abbi the Pakistani Slut" and hopefully you enjoy the conclusion.

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Abbi stood silently watching the "Paki Milf" get prepped on the computer monitor. It was a horrible name, but one that had stuck between her mistress, owner and mentor Emma and Abbi, who had accepted her place as a slut, owned, colonised and sex slave.

Her full body covering was slowly removed by Emma, revealing underneath the conservative black shapeless covering, the Milf. was wearing the tiniest black micro one piece slingshot bikini, her firm thick brown thighs spilling out, her skin glistening all the way down to her white sparkling high heels. "Arrghhh typical wedding high heels," thought Abbi. Milf's belly wasn't exactly flat, but well maintained, solid, without abs and without the rolls of fat so common on older Indian and Pakistani ladies. This constantly surprised Abbi, the lady kept in shape, Abbi smiled, and subconsciously stroked her black strapon.

The lady's Abaya was completely stripped of her, revealing, her naked torso, except for an equally stringy bra part of the slingshot that barely covered her nipples. The string to her tiny cloth covering her pussy and tits all had a Queen of hearts symbol. The floss-like straps accentuated her large firm tits. Abbi gasped, Mistress Emma Fitzroy was going to take her face covering off.

Abbi didn't blink, unconsciously she started to pump her hand over her strapon, thrusting her hips back and forth.

Mistress Fitzroy lifted the veil, her head in the way of the camera, she kissed deeply, passionately, tongue in tongue action, the Paki Milf clearly the sub. Abbi felt a pang of jealousy, a unhinged anger, based on an insecurity, she wanted to be Mistresses brown fuck toy, her brown slave, and here an older lady, was taking her love from her. She clenched her latex hand and twisted the crop she held. This bitch was going to get it...

As the embrace broke the niqab her face veil fell back into place, however, Mistress FItzroy produced a ball and mouth gag, and slipped it underneath the shimmering cloth, Abbi couldn't see how it was fastened but it was.

Abbi clenched her jaw, and looked at her beautiful mistress, dressed in a pink corset, and frilly white long socks, and patent stripper heels, out of character, but Abbi loved it when Emma dressed up. However something was missing, Abbi knew Mistress Fitzroy, her mistress, her tormentor, her owner, Both slaves had been told what was going to happen today, but Abbi knew, Mistress always had a surprise, always something shocking, always a twist.

Abbi was so wet thinking about what shock could it be, the Paki Milf placed her hands in the shackles, Mistress Fitzroy turned a winch, which was attached to a pulley, with a mechanism connected to the ceiling. Abbi felt her tits, her nipples hard, she loved this dungeon. Abbi let out a sigh, she bit her bottom lip, and mauled her own breast. Abbi thought, This dirty slut, a good muslim wife, a nikabi, a mum, respectable member of her society, and now Roy's favourite fuck toy. His money maker, the number of fans that signed up since he started banging her was astronomical, the authenticity of her reaction, her secrecy, she clearly gave a vibe she was a real secret Paki slut milf, She was his big streaming hit, this slut never said no, and meant it, and Roy always went as far as he could. Humiliating her, conquering her, colonising her, converting her... and then she would go back home to her unsuspecting husband and family, the slut! Abbi was so turned on by the thought, the taboo nature of the older milf she totally forgot the lies, deceit and corruption she was involved in, in her own personal life. Simultaneously outrageous, disgusted and turned on, Abbi made her way out of the room towards the dungeon basement.

Abbi put her mask on, she was going to on camera today, her black latex stockings, her black latex basque, black gloves, and stripper heels, and between her legs a massive black strap on. Abbi slipped her mask on, covering her eyes, she looked in the mirror outside the dungeon door, and admired the outfit Mistress had picked. Abbi's tits were on display, other than then strapon, Abbi's pussy and ass was exposed, the black latex stocking tops highlighted her light caramel skin. Her eyes flashed and she walked into the dark room.

In the middle of the room was Mistress Emma sitting on a throne, opposite her, arms chained to the ceiling the Milf, next to the mistress was a rack, on that rack were various whips, crops and paddles. On the other side was more oil and lubricant, a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne in it, no glasses. The whole scene was accentuated by the spotlights and cameras hiding in shadows at the edges of the room.

Abbi's senses adjusted as she walked in, her heels making a clicking sound as she walked into the room. She noticed there were people shuffling around the edges of the room. OMG, she was putting on a show, Mistress Fitzroy never failed to surprise, Abbi was so wet, who was watching, were they paying, were they naked, were they white, was there a brown cuck, OMG Abbi's mind snapped back to the task at hand. The Milf tried to turn her head to see who had entered the room. She tried to get a look, her body twisted, her slingshot wedged up her butt, her phat ass, and thick thighs, juddered, as the chains gangled, her side boob on full display, she fully covered face and head didn't quite manage to see Abbi as she was pulled back into place. The milf swung back and forth, her arms stretching her body, her thick body, made ridiculous by the monokini, balancing on her glittery open toed high heels. Abbi walked past her, and without thinking, reached back and thwack, she spanked the woman's arse, she yelped, "Awwww" as she stumbled forward, balancing herself with the help of the chain. A red hand print was immediately visible on the large olive arse.

Abbi kneeled in front of her mistress, totally silent, waiting for permission to speak, to do anything, just patient, just submissive until Mistress Emma Fitzroy put out her foot for Abbi to kiss and Abbi, wearing her hijab, latex outfit, and her head scarf and mask, covering her head and face, but her pussy, tits and ass were exposed. The thrill of the taboo sent shock waves through Abbi's body.

Abbi did as commanded. She peeled one shoe off, and kissed her mistresses foot, lightly kissing each toe, the feel, the soul, the bridge, and then she did the other foot, Placing both shoes back on her mistress Abbi kneeled waiting for instructions, fully aware of the Paki Milf watching her, fully aware of the men in the shadows. Abbi was dripping wet, hot, bothered and unconsciously stroking her strap on.

"Darling, the lady behind you, she looks like her skin is dry, she needs moisturising. If she struggles or resists, teach her obedience."Mistress Fitzroy handed Abbi a golden bottle of baby oil.

Abi walked around the milf, her niqab completely covering her face, a gold ball gag underneath it silencing her, no refusal, no opinion, no consent, Abbi leaned in, the lady turned her head, her eyes flickered, mmm what was she thinking, Abbi sensed the lady was puzzled, as Abbi continued the circling, occasionally rubbing her strap on along the milfs thigh, between her but crack, and then oil in her gloved hands and Abbi started to apply huge amounts to her tits, and like a switch the nipples got hard, but the ladies eyes, the only part of her face, looked furrowed, squinting, trying to get a better look at the young leath teen hottie who was pulling at her slingshot bikini getting glistening oil and lubricant all over her voluptuous body. The Oil went on and on, her body, getting shinier, wetter, hotter, stickier, and all the while the lady behind the face veil was trying to get a better look at Abbi.

Abbi all the while was circling her and now was enjoying playing with the tight string, she pulled the top of the bra string across the Milfs nipples, making the lady whimper, she walked behind her, and pulled the knickers part up, forcing a wedgie, exposing her fat delicious pussy, the lady was uncomfortable with the slingshot up her crack and tried to rub her thighs and squiggle away, but Abbi vindictively tugged harder. Then through the headscarf pulled the ladies hair back as she pulled the wedgie higher. The lady yielded and whimpered. Abbi was worried, the lady seemed to be resigned, the expectations she knew that was on her, was Abbi was to whip and spank her, but so far the lady had been compliant... the slut.

Seeing a butt plug sitting on the table, she walked over, and picked it up. Now in front of the milf and to the side of Mistress Emma Fitzroy she lubed up the diamond topped butt plug, and then with a long stride, clip clop, noise as her heels hit the floor she walked over and behind the milf.

The Wedgie had made the lady tip toe, pushing her on her toes the heels lifting, accentuating her calf muscles and thighs, the string making her pussy a camel toe, bursting out and around the now tight snug cloth, her glorious shave pussy lips splayed either side of thing stringy cloth, her body glistening and shiny with all the oil that had been massaged into her.

Impulsively Abbi grabbed her tits, Mistress would love to see Abbi excerpt her will on this chained slave, take control, Abbi thought, get Mistress hot and aroused knowing her little teen slut was domming a mature Pakistani woman. Abbi bent down and sucked on a nipple as her other hand pushed the jeweled butt plug into her puckered arsehole. The milf resisted, she squirmed, turned on her chains like a caught fish. It wasn't going as Abbi planned, Abbi felt herself blushing as she struggled to come to grips with the slippery older lady, while her Mistress watched amused or disapproving, finally Abbi's probing hand found the ass hole and first a finger to line it up, the milf gasped, twisted away from Abbi, breaking Abbi's embrace, Abbi felt ashamed she wasn't in control, so Abbi bit into her breast, eliciting another gasp of pain and then no longer feeling the milf out or coaxing her into taking the plug, Abbi with one hand wrapped around the older lady roughly spread her ass cheeks and with the other jammed in the butt plug. Abbi heard a squeal of distress coming from the gaged milf paki bitch, and it was so satisfying. Now for struggling and making look weak in front of Mistress Fitzroy the bitch will get the whipping of her lifetime.

Abbi held the thin cane in her gloved hand, the niqab wearing milf tried to turn to get a better look at the teen, something about the teen didn't sit right, the gait of her walk, the slim silhouette of her body, her eyes, something about her teen tormentor was unsettling, exciting, humiliating, she turned her body, craned her neck to get a better look, fully aware of the humiliating degrading position she was in, a micro slingshot one piece bikini, her niqab covering her face, a ball gag in her mouth, her shining sparkling high heels, and now oiled and greased up and a but plug in her exposed to the teen girl who was swishing the air with the cane, getting some practice in before it would be used on her. She felt the murmur of hot approval and anticipation from the shadows, she was leaking from her pussy, this was hot, degrading and so intense. She swung back on her chains, in front of her, sitting on her throne was Mrs Fitzroy, legs open playing with herself... unblinking.

Abbi, saw her moment, the milf had fixated her eyes on Emma's pussy, as Emma played with it, at that moment, Abbi knew this old hypocrite bitch had licked out her Mistresses pussy, she just knew the way the milf stopped struggling and her eyes bored into the blonde white dommes pussy, and now this bitch was going to get it even worse. That snatch was Abbi's and Abbi wanted to take her anger out on this chained up old slut. Swish, Crack and the yelp. The cane landed sharp, stinging both arse cheeks. The milf jumped, electrocuted, her whole body arched up and contorted, the chains rattled, the gasp from the shadows, and then the silence, as the Milf came to a stop. Abbi admired her work, across the two large buttocks a thin red line perfectly highlighted where the switch had landed. The oil created a reflective sheen with the spotlights, and the cameras were recording and broadcasting the punishment.

The milf stopped twisting and struggling, the sting had travelled like lightening up from her buttocks out of her gagged mouth, the little bitch hadn't held back, she tried to get a better look, to brace herself for the next one, who was her tormentor, her buttocks on fire along the cane line. She caught her mistress's eyes, they bore into her, as she tapped her pussy, getting in an unspoken command for her chained slave to focus on what was important. The covered uncovered milf settled, and tried to brace herself, Swish, thwack!

This time the line was just underneath and running parallel to the first one, the ball gag stopped her high pitch scream, but a muffled guttural cry of pain escaped her, she hopped up and down, her tits spilling out of the slingshot, the ridiculous cloth only accentuating her nakedness. Her nipples hard, her breathing harder, the painful welts rising and giving her a dull ache... She agreed to doing this without a safe word, she regretted that decision now, this teen bitch wasn't letting up, she followed the teen girl strut past her circling her in a predatory way. Her latex boots highlighting her soft olive brown skin, the large black strap on, dangling menacingly, the girls perfect arse, you could bounce a coin off, her small perky tits, and that mask, and hijab, yet there was something so familiar about her silent tormentor.

Abbi traced her fingers along the tram line leaning over the Milf shoulder slowly and quietly whispered. "You dirty hypocrite cunt, I'm going to cane you so hard." The ladies eyebrows raised as if in recognition, she struggled more than usual, something was up, but Abbi was past caring, stepped back and the third caning came from her shoulder, and across the ladies thighs. Swish, thwack, Arrghhhh, the lady jumped up and this time landed, spilling out of one of her heels, the next and the next and the next. Swish, thwack, Arrghhhh reverberated in the dungeon and Abbi was so hot and bothered, and something in her horny with the need to fuck this bitch.

The milf was getting agitated, trying to get away from Abbi, and this riled Abbi even more, Abbi glanced at Mistress Fitzroy and noticed her approval, mistress wasnt just openly masterbating, which she rarely did, she was using a dildo, furiously pumping it in and out of herself, her upper lip, slick with sweat, and perspiration. Abbi took this as a signal to carry on, and she continued her sustained caning, changing the rhythm, changing the temp, the angle, and occasionally hitting the same place twice, those really made the chained milf slut jump and whine. The twelve strokes done, Abbi stepped behind the Milf, placed her hands on her hips and then run the tip of the strap on along the Milfs labia.

The Milf tired, hurt, whimpering, had run out of resistance, Abbi touched her pussy, the bitch was dripping. All the resistance, and eyes pleading for it to stop had been for show, Abbi positioned the strap on and eased it in. The Bitch coming alive, one shoe on, creating an unbalanced chain whore, struggled but only impaled herself further and faster onto Abbi's strapon then even Abbi expected. The Milf let out a gasp, and tried to pull away, but Abbi holding her hips, reached her hand and through her niqab, grabbed the bitches hair and pulled her back, thrusting harder. Thursuting meaner, fucking the milf, fucking her for her hypocrisy, fucking her for being a slut, fucking her because her loved white cock, fucking her because she was also a white womans slave, fucking her because Abbi had to hide from her parents fucking her because Abbi's life was so restricted and controlling, fucking her because the Milf struggled and fought and pushed away and back, and fucking her hardest of all, because she could. The Milf tried to pull away again and again, only to be met by Abbi shoving and fucking her harder and harder, this is what a rape must be like though Abbi, as she thrust her black strapon on in and out of the weakening milf.

And for all the reasons why Abbi rough fucked, the whipped and wimpering milf, the opposite and equal reasons were going through the milf's mind as her pussy was being violated. This bitch is hate fucking me, OMG this is so wrong, I've been a slut and now its no longer cosy and special, I'm on display for the world to see me get humiliated, and like this, and I like this... and by... the emotions and the orgasm built up, she tried to push away "no, no, no, this is wrong, so wrong, so many barriers, I've crossed so many boundaries, and here I am, crossing the last one..." the heat build up from her pussy to her cheeks, her left foot tiptoeing making her body equal to her heeled right leg, making the raping easier, "no, no, don't let this happen..." but it was, and Emma had a cruel smile on her face as she pumped the dildo in and out of her snatch.

The Milf noticed that the shadowy men around the corners had started to materialise, the winch let her arms down, she was pushed onto her knees as Abbi got behind her and started licking her out, her orgasm reluctantly and like a bottled volcano built up pressure, the gag stopping her from screaming "Stop! No!" she finally broke as the first white guy, Roy started wanking in her niqab covered face, as Abbi started to hit spots in her pussy she had never been hit.

She recognised Bob's and Bills fat cock, Bill immediately started wanking over her tits, giving himself a tit wank, Roy, she knew it was Roy, had positioned himself behind her, and pulled out the butt plug, and Bob, sweet Bob pulled up her Nikab just enough to wank onto her ball gagged mouth, while her pussy was being licked out, she tried to block out who was doing it, but her mind knew, she knew, and the more she struggled the stronger the mental and the physical reaction got. She looked into the white woman's eyes were mesmerised at her slaves humiliating her slave.

It was too much, the emotions, the situation, the physical build up, she started to cum, she started to orgasm and started to climax. It started in her toes, her legs started to shake, her body convulsed, her pussy squirted into the girls mouth, oh please don't find out who I am... please don't stick around... she squirted again and again, her body in full meltdown, spunk started flying, the tit wank erupted all over her chest and under her chin, Bob sweet bob plastered her face covering to her face, shot after shot of warm white mans jizz landed and smattered her cheeks, lips, nose, chin, the hot liquid felt like an ocean wave of molten laza had been blasted into her face. And then Roy, dirty animalistic Roy, her sphincter constricting with her orgasms on his cock, made him cum, stream after stream or creamy fire poured out of his balls and into her arse, and still clamped to her pussy was the girl Abbi was managed to gobble the cum as it leaked out of her arse.

The Milf barely held up by the chains and the men was spent, she had never had an orgasm like this before, and never done anything so debauched or vile, she had a gangbang, she had been with a woman, she had been whipped, but this... this single act, both pleased her mistress but also pushed her into nervous self loathing.

Abbi her face stuck to the woman's pussy, her mask had miraculously stayed on point, her tongue deep in the grinding face sitting, thigh clenching snatch. The Milf, both hated the teen for being so like her, for being such a slut for these people's enjoyment, her poor parents, the milf pushed the dark thoughts aside, and squirted into the teens mouth, letting go of all and any final vestiges of control and inhibitions left.

Finally the two women started to get up, Abbi pulled up first, being released from the thick thighs, she knelt knelt opposite the woman, she bent forward and caressed her big tits, and kissed her through the veil, to kiss her was to own her, the woman responded the ball gag still between them, the helpless ecstasy of being groped at this point by the teen, this was also the most intense moment of Abbi's and the Milf's life. They went in for more Kissing, the milf's face veil stuck to her face with Bob's cum, her body glistening with sweat and oil, panting from exhaustion looked at Abbi through her veil with fear and longing, Abbi felt a pang of sympathy, a need to comfort this poor truly fucked and satisfied woman, make her feel loved and cared for. Keep her secrets and add more, they would both go home, Abbi to her parents and the milf to her family, and both pretend this hadn't happened.

Mistress Emma came over, as the men slowly walked back into the shadows, Emma sat between the two women, whose eyes were locked into each other. Abbi could tell the older woman was no longer able to resist, or hold back, she had the resistance canned, whipped, licked and fucked out of her, Abbi and the milf, both proud and nervous waited for Mistress's next move.

Emma leaned forward and whispered to both, "I'm so proud of you both, in ten seconds the show will stop broadcasting and close." She kissed both of their foreheads, "8,7,6,5,4,3,2, and then suddenly snatched the face veil off the milf and the mask off Abbi

"Mum! WTF!"

"Agghhhhh!"