Rachel Loaned Out

Rachel moaned around the gag in her mouth as the vibrating plugs strapped into her cunt and ass hummed to life again. Her hips moved involuntarily as the plugs forced a wave of arousal through her. She had been on her knees in the cage for an hour now, in the back of the van, with no idea where she was going or how long it would take to arrive. She was naked except for her collar and cuffs, and a belt locking the plugs inside her.

You don't tell an animal where you're taking it. You don't tell your property how long a journey will be. The thought sent a thrill through her cunt, making it clench around the vibrating plug. The plugs turned off and she moaned her frustration through the gag. They were carefully timed to keep her constantly aroused without numbing her to the sensation. She would have fought if an orgasm was imminent anyway. She knew better than to come without her master's permission.

Eventually she heard the van's wheels crunching on gravel and then the vehicle stopped. Her master got out and the door slammed. Nothing happened for a long time, maybe 20 minutes, and Rachel squirmed in her cage through another cycle of vibration. Unloading the slave is not the first priority, she understood.

Finally the van door opened and she blinked in the light from a garage. Her master and another man stood in front of her. Rachel felt her face grow hot with humiliation and desire as her master revealed her abasement to another man. Naked, gagged, plugged, wearing a collar and cuffs, locked in a cage, no one could look upon her as anything but what she was, a slut, a whore, a sex slave.

"Very nice, Rick," said the new man. "Very pretty. " He was tall and slim, and very handsome in an elegant manner, a contrast to the rough masculinity of her own master. The new man had a European accent of some sort, maybe French?

"Thanks Xavier, yes, she's a stunner," her master remarked, unlocking the door to her cage and locking a leash to her collar. He helped her crawl awkwardly out of the cage, and she felt the plugs shift within her as he lifted her down by her belt. She quickly shifted to Present, the slave position her master wanted when greeting while standing. She laced her fingers behind her neck and thrust forward her breasts, arching her back and spreading her legs. Her master unlocked and removed her gag and plugs, and Rachel gasped as he pulled them free. Her chest was wet with drool from the gag and she knew the men could see the moisture of her arousal on the belt and her shaven pussy.

"Oh yes what a hot little fucktoy you've brought, Rick. Perfect tits and ass, and a cute little button nose. I do love a brunette. I really like what you've done with her hair, or was that her idea?" said the new man. He fondled one of her breasts with easy familiarity, pinching the nipple until she gasped, then ran his hand down over her narrow waist to cup her buttock.

"Thanks, no, she wore it longer when we met but I thought the shag cut would suit her. She was a little skinny before, so I upped her calories and exercise. She's right where I want her now," replied her master. Rachel felt herself blushing again. The men were discussing her like she was a piece of meat, like she was a new car or other toy. It was true that her master had taken over managing her appearance, diet, and exercise, and for the better. She knew she looked hotter, healthier under his ownership and that was another sign of his dominance. She trembled as the new man pushed a thick finger into her ass and held her by her most vulnerable place while he spoke about her like she wasn't even present.

"Hmm a tight little butt even after being plugged. How well does she take it in the ass?" asked the man, slowly twisting his finger within her.

"Oh she whines a bit at first but she'll come like a rocket from a good fuck in the ass if I let her. I keep her so riled up from edging that she has a hard time not coming, whatever attention I give her." Again, totally true, but so humiliating to hear her master tell this stranger what a slut he'd turned her into. Indeed the second finger the man had pushed into her ass was starting to drive her arousal higher and she struggled to hold the Present position.

"What a good girl. My own still struggles to take me there. Well let's bring yours inside and try her out," the man said. He pulled his fingers out of her ass and casually wiped the lube off on her buttock. Rachel stifled a yelp as his open palm cracked across her ass.

Her master led her on the leash around several luxury sport cars and SUVs and into the house proper, following the new man. Rachel felt her heart fluttering in her chest. It couldn't be more obvious that her master was going to share her with this man. She'd been shared before but every time it rocked her to her core. She loved him, enough to give him ownership over her body, and that meant it was his to do with as he wanted. If he wanted to share his property with his friend, that was his right. The first time it had happened she had expected to feel betrayed, but instead she'd felt... consecrated was the only word for it. Sharing her proved her worth, proved she belonged to him, proved her devotion to her master incontrovertibly. It felt right to cry under a stranger's belt, to be taken by him, because that was what her master wanted of her, his slave. You can only share something you own, and being shared proved her state as an owned thing.

The men led Rachel on her leash into the living area. The room was tastefully decorated in an expensive and masculine style, all black leather and earth tones. This man clearly had wealth. What immediately drew her eye was another woman kneeling on the padded ottoman between two expensive looking couches. She was young and blond with a tight trim body, and very beautiful. The girl was wearing an elaborate and expensive looking lingerie set. A gartered corset with ruffled trim came to just below her magnificent breasts, and held up matching stockings. A tulle skirt trimmed the bottom edge of the corset, doing nothing to conceal. She looked like a fairy ballerina until one noticed the cuffs and collar, her wrists locked behind her back. The blonde's tight buttocks were flushed and marked from a recent beating. Her hair was mussed and her lips puffy, her eyes a little teary and her chin and breasts streaked with drool like Rachel's own. Rachel could tell someone had used the pretty little blonde slave's mouth and throat recently.

Rachel realized with a pang of jealousy that her master had probably fucked this slut's mouth after they'd arrived, while Rachel had been crouching caged in the van like an animal. Her master tossed Rachel's leash to the new man and both masters sat down on opposing couches. In moments Rachel found herself on her knees, with her cuffs locked behind her back, and the new man's cock deep in her throat. He was long and thick, and she gagged softly as he dragged her down onto him with the leash.

She could hear wet sounds from behind her and knew her master was doing the same to the pretty blonde. It should have been familiar by now, being used as a pleasure tool, but it never failed to shock and thrill her.

As the stranger pushed his cock deep into her willing throat, the two men picked up a conversation clearly previously in progress. They talked about her master's business, with lots of computer jargon about cloud computing and machine intelligence. Her master had sold his startup a few years before she met him for a substantial amount, but he still sat on the board of the purchasing company. The new man was curious about her master's new side project, an ai agent he was using to monitor and train Rachel. The man worked her mouth up and down his cock as he chatted with her master, her hair tight in his fist.

"Next generation stuff, Rick! The agent gets all the image data from the cameras all over your house?" His hand pulled her mouth all the way down onto him, until her nose was butted up against the man's firm abdomen. Rachel swallowed another gag, impaled on the man's hard flesh. The stranger held her there while he chatted with her master, until her vision started to dim from lack of air.

"Oh yes and telemetry data from a smart watch, audio from an earpiece. The agent knows exactly what she's doing at all times," she dimly heard her master reply. The hand in her hair let her up, and she reared up off the man's cock, gasping for air, involuntary tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked at the man through teary eyes, cuffed and naked at his feet, keeping her mouth open and tongue out as she'd been taught. She hammed it up a bit, trying to look extra vulnerable, extra pitiful. Her master always said she was never cuter than in this state. The man smiled at her and she dove back down onto his cock.

Rachel decided to show the man how well she was trained. She worked the man's cock with all the skill and enthusiasm she had, the cuffs behind her back jingling as she pushed deep down onto him over and over. Every few strokes she paused at the top to swirl her tongue around the glans, before taking him to the root again. Pulling off with a popping sound she dove between his thighs to lave his balls and shaft with her tongue and lips. The man's conversation with her master grew stilted, his voice thickened with arousal.

"Jesus what a cocksucker she is, Rick! She's going to suck the cock right off me! You've got her trained so well!" he growled, grabbing her hair again and setting up a fast rhythm of thrusts into her willing mouth.

"Yup, she's learned all that in the last six months or so, since we started really training," her master replied. Rachel felt a flush of satisfaction. The man stiffened and his come flooded her mouth as he groaned. Rachel tried desperately to swallow it all as her master required, but the man's conversation purposely pulled his cock out of her mouth and sprayed her face and chest. Rachel's heart sank. Her master was very strict about not spilling. Rachel frantically cleaned the remaining semen and spit from the man's cock as best she could.

"My god what a magnificent little slut!" the man said. After a moment he leaned forward and grabbed her, pulling her up off her knees and back down onto them facing the other direction, so that her back was to him, and his boot was between her legs. Rachel sat with her arms still bound behind her, the soft leather of the man's instep firm against her pussy. She felt his breath against her neck as he leaned forward behind her.

"Rub that hot, wet pussy on my boot like the dirty little fucktoy you are, girl. Show your master what a good whore you are." Rachel moaned with humiliation and felt a hot flush of arousal flood her body. The degradation was total. Her hips jerked as she rubbed her wet wet cunt on the man's boot.

In front of her, her master had the blond slave bent over the padded ottoman between the couches. Her master had one hand pressing the slave down by the neck, while his other held her cuffed wrists in the small of her arched back. He was fucking the slavegirl vigorously, ramming his cock deep into her helpless pussy. The girl yelped and whimpered as the fucking went on and on. Rachel felt pride at his stamina and power, and jealousy as she watched the girl orgasm so hard she stopped breathing. Her master continued to hammer his cock into the slave, as the girl writhed under him.

What a lucky bitch, Rachel thought. She didn't ask if she could come. She's going to regret that. Rachel's pussy was hot and slick against the boot between her thighs. She felt semen dripping from her cheeks and lips. The man behind her slipped two meaty fingers into her mouth and Rachel obediently sucked them. His other hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple.

"See how he fucks her? See how my pretty little doll squirms on the end of his cock? Don't you come like her, slave, edge yourself on my boot but you're not to come."

Rachel moaned around the fingers in her mouth. Her body was a seething mass of desire, centered on the cunt she was obediently rubbing on the boot of this stranger. In front of her, her master pressed the blonde hard into the ottoman and cracked his hand across her ass rapidly, a series of hard strokes that Rachel knew from experience would sting and leave a mark. The blonde screamed and then screamed again as Rachel's master rammed his cock back into her pussy. Three massive thrusts pumped his come deep into the slave kneeling on the table. He paused to catch his breath, then, as Rachel knew he would, he hauled the girl to her knees and forced her to clean off his cock with her mouth.

"Never come without asking. Always clean up after yourself," he instructed. He forced the girl to lick up a few drops of come that had fallen to the floor.

That's right, bitch, Rachel thought with grim satisfaction. You should know better. She knew she was being irrational and jealous but she couldn't help it.

The man behind her pulled his boot from between her legs and stood. Without prompting Rachel turned around on her knees, and awkwardly bent forward, licking her own juices off the man's boot.

"Good girl" said the man, and he and her master left the room. Rachel felt hot and unfulfilled, her pussy throbbing and slick with need. She turned, naked and kneeling, wrists still cuffed, and looked at the blonde girl. She was deliciously rumpled, her ruffled lingerie all askew, panties still halfway down her stockinged legs and tangled in her garters.

"At least you got to come." Rachel mumbled resentfully. The other girl gaped at her for a second and then the two of them giggled together.

"I'm Marie!" the other girl said with a shy smile, and a hint of a French accent. "My master is giving me to yours to train for the week. You will stay here to service mine." She looked anxious. "You are so well trained. Your master seems very strict," Marie pouted.

Rachel gasped at the news, both surprised and not. Of course her master would want this beautiful, disobedient French slut trained. But to be traded for her, even for a week! Traded, and traded back, like an expensive sports car, or a polo horse. I'm property, a rich man's toy to be loaned out, she thought. It made her poor neglected pussy throb. He didn't even bother to tell me, she realized. Marie was watching her face and realized the same thing.

"You didn't know?" she asked, big blue eyes widening. Rachel shrugged.

"You don't tell your property you're loaning it out. "

"That is... very hot," Marie said seriously. Rachel's body seemed to agree even if her heart had reservations.

"What is your master like? What will he want from me, how will he train me?" Marie asked, nudging closer.

Rachel considered the rumpled blonde girl. Ahh fuck I might as well help the poor bitch out, she thought. She felt a twinge of dominance. And maybe my Master too.

"Kneel up properly now. Sit on your heels, knees wide. Cunt always on display." Marie struggled to match Rachel's pose, both girls kneeling then facing each other with hands still cuffed behind them.

"Like he said, never come without asking. Warn him if you get too close. If he says no and you come anyway, he'll punish you." Marie gulped as Rachel continued. "He'll have you practice deep throating for an hour or two every day, as much as your throat will take. He has a machine. Even a week of that will help. Men don't care if you gag, some even like it. Just don't puke and keep going it will get easier." Now Marie looked very concerned.

"Will he want... my ass?" Marie asked in a small voice. "I haven't done it.... very much... and he is big."

"Oh yes. He's going to fuck your ass every day, and keep it plugged a lot too," Rachel replied with relish. Marie looked terrified. "He knows how to do it without... damaging you. You'll come to like it. Push out as he's pressing into you, that's how you relax the muscle back there. You have to learn it. Every man wants to fuck your ass."

"I know I know! What is it with men and the ass! My pussy is right there!" Marie said exasperatedly.

"You know why," Rachel said. "Because it humbles you and hurts a bit. Because it's tight and good for him, and it makes it hard for you to come. Because only sluts and whores take it in the ass, and it shows you that's what you are. "

Marie nodded. "You are such a good slave," she murmured.

"He is a good master, I love him. He will train you well," Rachel finished, her voice thickening a bit at the thought of leaving him, even for a week. "Tell me about yours? What will he want from me?" she asked.

"He is so handsome, I love the way he fucks me. He likes to dress me up in the finest things." She indicated the expensive lingerie she still wore with a motion of her chin, her hands still bound. "You must always look beautiful for him, hair perfect, makeup perfect, you must be smooth everywhere. One hair out of place and he will use the cane." The pretty slave shuddered and Rachel remembered the fresh stripes on her ass. "He will dress you, buy you scandalous things to wear. He will make you pose just so, use you to decorate his life. He makes me go out in public, dressed like a princess, like a whore. He wants to make you exquisite, and then destroy you, you see?"

Looking at the pretty French slave, Rachel knew exactly what she meant. Even freshly fucked and bound on her knees she was a creature of honey and light. Rachel wanted to hold her down and ruin her too. How perfectly each of them were the image of what their masters wanted, she mused.

It is no coincidence that Master has made me into this, and her master into that. The perfect sex slave and the perfect fuckdoll. Their masters came back into the room laughing and shaking hands.

"Have fun," said Rachel's master. "Don't go easy on her. Teach her all your tricks."

"Will do Xavier, same to you. Don't let her come too much, if you please. She's much better when she's desperate. Feel free to mark her up, as long as you don't break the skin. I'll pay for any pretty things you send her home with." Rachel's breath caught in her chest hearing this. Rachel's master walked over to them and transferred the leash from her collar to Marie's. He gently caressed her hair for a moment, looking down at his kneeling slave.

"Be a good girl for me this week. Make me proud. Learn what Xavier has to teach you." He patted her cheek. Rachel felt tears welling in her eyes as her master helped Marie to her feet and led her out of the room and into the garage. Master Jack hooked a finger in Rachel's collar and they followed into the garage to see them off.

In the garage, Rachel's master forced Marie to lick and suck the ass and pussy plugs in the harness clean, then lubed them up fresh and belted them into her holes. The blonde slave danced on her tiptoes and squealed as she was penetrated. Her noises were quickly silenced by the large gag Rachel's master strapped into her mouth. He efficiently locked her into the cage in the back of the van, and Rachel watched sadly as the vehicle backed out into the driveway for the long ride home.

Master Xavier looked down at her. "Don't be sad, little slave! You and I are going to have lots of fun! Let's get you cleaned up and into something nicer, I have a new Agent Provocateur set that I think will fit." Her master for the week led her back into the house by her collar. "Let's see if you can really come with my cock in your ass. If you do, well, maybe I fuck you like that for the rest of the week, eh? Ooh look at your tight butt, I think some nice stripes from the cane right here..." The door shut behind them.