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Mallory and the Sisters

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Mallory was getting used to being nude in front of strangers, singly or in groups. She was comfortable with her body being watched and assessed. What still felt odd, though, was the absence of finishing points that dressing provided.

She'd wake, or bathe, or use the toilet, but still be disorientated at not putting anything on or pulling anything up when she was done. But this was her owner's rule; Mallory's body was always to be fully on show and available. Her only garment was the collar around her throat.

In these first days, Mallory was kept for her owner's pleasure, not seeing any of the other women in the house. Suprema made use of her regularly, penetrating her mouth, her cunt and her ass with tongue, fingers and toys. At a minimum this was hourly, and some of the hours joined up.

She understood she was now her owner's fucktoy, an appliance to be made use of when sexual hunger came on, and in this phase of novelty, that was very often. Suprema was obsessed with her new acquisition and her lovely body. Mallory had never come so much, though, so she did not object.Mallory and the Sisters фото

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Mallory lay beside her owner, cunt and anus still aching, having her pubic hair toyed with. Pretty, Suprema said, I think I'd like this beautiful cunt bare. Mallory had kept her thick black hair since it had started to grow, but she could deny her owner nothing. They rose and went to the bathroom.

Standing in the shower, Mallory watched in silence as her owner took a small pair of scissors to her pussy and started to cut away the longer strands. Dark curls fell at her feet. Blades worked just millimetres from her sensitive flesh. Her lips opened as Suprema tugged to get purchase.

When her pussy was shorn as closely scissors could allow, Suprema fetched some soap and, gently kneading Mallory's mound, worked up a lather. Mallory wondered if she might come again. She felt herself running slick when her owner teasingly thumbed her clit. At last the razor was brandished.

Mallory stiffened as the blade was slowly dragged over intimate flesh that hadn't been exposed for years. Pale skin was gradually revealed under her fur and stubble, ever smoother with each return of the razor. Suprema was very careful near the creases and opening of Mallory's cunt.

When she was satisfied with her work, Suprema rinsed Mallory's cunt off and patted it affectionately. You have such a pretty cunt, she said. So neat. Mallory now felt much more naked than the removal of her clothes could ever achieve. Her cunt keenly felt the coolness of the air.

Suprema sank to her knees before Mallory and placed her lips on the bare mound. She lazily trailed her lips across it, and up and down its slit. Mallory felt herself dripping as her owner pressed in, curling her tongue inside, lapping at her clit and folds. She started to rock on her owner's face.

Suprema pulled her face back briefly to say, I want to drink from my pretty. She buried her mouth again. Mallory leaked onto her tongue, and very quickly came with a cry, her thighs shuddering. She squirted into her owner's mouth. Suprema lapped it up, then pressed back in. Mallory came again.

Mallory must have come four or five times before her owner stood, took her head in her hands, and kissed her open-mouthed. They shared the taste of Mallory's cunt, passing it back and forth. Suprema spat into Mallory's mouth; Mallory reciprocated. They looked at each other, wet-faced and drooling.

They showered together then, soaping and rinsing each other, and dried each other off, the swipes of the towels punctuated with kisses. Suprema dressed while Mallory remained nude. Ah, my pretty, Suprema said, I think it's time we presented you to your sisters. She took Mallory's hand and led her.

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The room Mallory was taken to was low-lit, windowless and high-ceilinged. There were doors in every wall. Those walls were hung with a bewildering assortment of devices with a sexual purpose. They bristled with whips, canes, floggers, cuffs, clamps, chains, strapons, gags, plugs, pumps and more.

Wait here, Suprema said, kissed Mallory and left her alone, standing nude in this frightening room. She tinkered with her collar, not yet used to it. Nor was she used to her cunt being bare. She felt like bait or a sacrifice in an armoury, attending the opening of an event. Still, she was wet again.

So long had passed that she was on the point of masturbating again, but this thought was broken by doors opening. In came the women Mallory had seen before, on the bluff. Now they were dressed, not formally as before, but in fetish gear -- leather, latex, straps and buckles. Bodies were largely bare.

A space of around one metre's radius formed around Mallory. One woman stepped forward. She wore a harness that crossed between but did not cover her tits. Her panties were so tiny as to barely conceal the top of her slit. She wore boots, and a collar like Mallory's.

Mallory recognised her as Cally, the woman who had been posing nude for the other women on the bluff. There was hate in her eyes. Mallory understood that until her arrival, Cally had been Suprema's favourite. Cally hauled back her hand and slapped Mallory's face. Then she spat in it.

Mallory was so stunned by this unexpected act of hostility she was slow to process it. Face stinging, she looked at Cally, and the gathering of women that surrounded her. She had a keen sense of being the only one nude in this assembly of women dressed for battle.

Then she noticed, in the doorway furthest from her, behind the group, her owner. She clearly was not going to intervene -- perhaps she had orchestrated this -- but with her eyes on Mallory's, she gave the faintest nod. Mallory knew then that she should not retaliate, but endure what was coming.

Two women came from her sides and took hold of her arms, holding them fast. Others approached bearing paddles, floggers and canes. Cally slapped her face again, as did another woman, and another. Mallory held in her cries, but failed to stay silent when the lashes to her thighs, ass and back began.

She flinched more with each stroke, feeling the stripes and welts bloom on her flesh. Her arms were held tight, allowing her no escape or deflection. Others began to flog her tits and her belly. She was spat on repeatedly. Then came clamps on her nipples and pegs on her belly.

A woman crouching in front of her fingered her labia, and Mallory realised clamps were being attached there too. The tug on her cunt told her weights were being hung off them. The beating of her ass paused to allow a plug to be screwed into her anus. Then she was spanked again.

Her cries grew louder and more anguished, as any attempt at stifling them fell away. Her face was wet with tears. Her body felt inflamed. But not once did she say Stop. She took everything her sisters chose to do to her naked, vulnerable body. Perhaps half an hour passed.

There was the clear end of a phase when the weighted clamps were removed from Mallory's cunt. The pegs on her flesh were removed too, and the plug was carefully eased out of her ass. Her legs betrayed her when the hands that had been holding her released her, and she buckled and sank to the floor.

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Mallory lay breathing heavily, coated in sweat, her flesh striped and mottled in shades of red, pink and purple. Her face was swollen. She had no headspace to wonder what was coming next. But then she felt her knees lifted, her thighs opened and sensed that somebody was crawling between her legs.

She learned later that it was Cally. All she understood in the moment was that her cunt was being opened, and a warm mouth placed over it. A tongue ravished her clit and wet folds, and pushed deep inside her. The pain that pulsed through her didn't stop Mallory gushing in orgasm.

Suddenly, there were hands and mouths all over her as she lay on the floor. Her eyes glazed as her neck, her tits, her cunt were licked and kissed and sucked. Instinctively she reached out and found body parts to pleasure. Her fingers found softness and wetness. Moans and cries came.

Mallory was chum in a shark tank. A whirlpool of bodies surrounded and closed in on her. Her limbs and entire body were lifted, twisted, bent as the sisters took their pleasure. She was sucked, licked, bitten. Mouths closed on her flesh and took parts of her into them.

Some of the sisters had donned strap-ons. Her cunt was spat on, though it needed no lubrication, and synthetic cocks were pushed inside her. She grunted as she came. One cock was replaced with another, the hands on her hips of the sister fucking her changing and changing.

She was turned over, her face forced down, and fucked in her ass. Another cock was guided into her mouth, and she sucked the plastic as if it were living. She reached out and found cunts to finger as her holes were filled and pounded. She fought to find time to breathe.

An hour passed. Hours. Mallory's arms and hands ached from fingering cunt after cunt. Though her mouth was wet with juice and squirt, she was parched, and pounding on the floor, she gasped a request for water.

She was sitting up, riding a strap-on cock up her ass as a jug of water was brought and a glass filled and raised to her lips. Most of the water spilled over her tits and belly, but she slaked her thirst. Still bouncing, she noticed that some sisters were now sitting slumped and spent.

Mallory prised her ass off the cock and stood up. She looked down at the exhausted sister wearing it, wide-legged on the floor. Mallory crouched and unbuckled the strap-on from the sister. She stood again, and theatrically, meeting as many eyes as she could, sucked it clean. Then she put it on.

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In a commanding pose, hands on her hips, strap-on cock standing proud from her bare mound, she made a choice. Cally was sitting against a wall, seemingly unable to support herself in her fatigue. Mallory beckoned her over. Cally crawled to her. Mallory lifted her by the hair and held her to herself.

Beg me, she said. Cally looked confused. Mallory let the question hang, but stared into her eyes. She kissed her on the mouth, then pulled back again and waited. The room's attention was pulled magnetically to what Cally would say. And what she at last said was Please, fuck me.

Mallory spat into her hand and wet Cally's dry cunt. When it was ready, she guided the head of her cock inside her sister. Clutching Cally's ass, she fucked her with sharp, forceful, ramming strokes that made her entire body shudder. Cally's upper half bent back as she was claimed and used.

Cally could take no more. She screamed, closed her knee across her body and slid herself off Mallory's cock. She collapsed at her feet and curled up. Mallory looked around, made her next choice and strode towards another sister. The sister didn't wait to be instructed, but turned and opened her ass.

Her puckered anus parted slightly between her tightly-gripped cheeks. Mallory spat on it, then her cock, and placed the head against the sister's opening. With her free hand, she clutched the sister's hair, and pulled her head back as she penetrated her. The sister yelped as she was fucked.

When Mallory was satisfied, the sister slid off the cock as if freeing herself from impalement, and fell to the floor. Vengeance in her eyes, Mallory surveyed the room. She proceeded to abrasively fuck sister after sister, leaving each one ruined before moving to the next.

In the end, Mallory stood at the room's centre, breathing heavily, her naked body coated in sweat, bruised and swathed in stripes. Her face was swollen from slapping. Her fallen sisters clung to the walls, crushed, seeking escape, fearful of further use. Mallory took off the strap-on and dropped it.

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Behind her, the sound of a single person clapping broke the silence. Mallory turned and saw Suprema had reentered the room and, smiling with satisfaction, was applauding her possession. She came over, took Mallory's beaten face in her hands and kissed her lovingly. You conquered them all, she said.

Her hands moved onto Mallory's nude body, proprietorially, but were pushed away. Suprema was confused by such resistance from her possession. Mallory wiped some sweat from her breasts and put her hands on her hips. Her face was impassive as she spoke.

I gave myself to you. I thought I would be yours, always. That you'd treasure me and, if not your only possession, I'd at least be a favourite one. But you played with me like a child who breaks a new toy. You didn't protect me. You threw me into the fire to see what I'd be like when I melted.

Suprema started to say something, but Mallory would not give way. I was disposable to you. If I'd cracked, you'd have moved on to another girl. If not, you'd soon have been looking for another novelty, another toy to experiment with. But I am not disposable, and not willing to be a toy.

Mallory reached to her throat, unbuckled the collar that was the only item on her nude body, and let it fall with a clatter to the floor. She turned away and left the room. Suprema followed.

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Back in the bedroom, Mallory immediately got into the shower and washed the sweat, the blood and the girl-cum off her bruised and marked body. She dried herself and stepped back into the room where Suprema waited. Please, pretty, she said.

Mallory did not acknowledge her former owner, but silently rifled through the room's drawers and cupboards. Suprema sat on the bed, watching her. Mallory found her boots, and unable to locate the clothes she'd arrived in, picked something to wear that she liked. Before dressing, she turned.

Hope crossed Suprema's face. Mallory stepped close, and then said just, Kneel. After several beats, with the slowness of uncertainty, Suprema got to her knees. Mallory moved her cunt close to Suprema's upturned face. Just one last time, make me come, she said.

Suprema took Mallory's ass in her hands and pressed her mouth into her smooth cunt. She curled her tongue inside the salty opening, and dragged her top teeth up and down over her clit. She made her lips burr. Mallory rested her hand on Suprema's head, and very quickly and very hard, came.

Mallory bowed to kiss Suprema on the mouth, tasting herself, and thanked her. As Suprema wiped her lips, Mallory put on her boots and her new outfit -- a black-strapped cupless bra and a pair of tiny black t-string panties that barely covered the top of her slit.

Wryly, she observed that every time she found a new set of clothes, they were smaller. She didn't mind. It felt at this point that everyone had seen her nude, and she no longer had any pudeur about her body. Without looking back at the kneeling Suprema, she opened the door and went on her way.

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