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Dave was waiting for her in his room. As soon as she stepped into it, Lynna heard the door close and lock. She spun. She was still naked, clad only in her collar. Dave let his gaze linger on her naked body. She could feel the palpable sense of lust, desire and entitlement which danced in his eyes. Unlike the others, Dave was much less reliable when it came to treating this all like a game. Part of him really had come to see her as a slut and whore. That behaviour was toxic, and part of the reason Lynna was so torn about whether she should take the job or not.

But right now it was also exciting. She felt her pussy begin to tingle with pinpricks of heat. Dave was the most personal, the most intense of everyone she’d spent time with so far. She knew what she was in for tonight wasn’t games or toys or talking.

She was gonna get fucked.

He spun her around without a word, pressing her body into the door. Lynna felt her breasts squash against the wooden exterior. He was behind her, she could feel his body as he moved. Something cold and wet dribbled over her ass. It was lube. Moments later, it was followed by something warm and hard.

Dave pressed over her, holding her hands behind her back. His cock thrust between her cheeks and made her moan as fiery little explosions of pleasure bloomed inside of her. In a few moments he’d taken total control of the situation, and she knew that wasn’t right but the animal side of her was enjoying it so much.

He started to fuck her, his cock thrusting into her body, the motion forcing her against the door. Her nipples grew hard, and her hips shook as heat rushed through her. His cock was in her ass, and his hands reached across her back, pinching and gripping her nipples. Lynna groaned as he tweaked and pulled at them. He was not gentle. Every motion got across his primal lust and desire for her body. She could feel how hard he was with each thrust of his hips, his cock spearing into her, shaking her, making her gasp and cry out.

It was rough and brutal and she loved it. Her heart hammered in her chest, her nerves burned with delight. Dave’s moans and grunts filled her head, his fingers played with her chest. Pleasure and pain spiked through her together, scything through her senses and forcing her to bathe in the heat and ecstasy of their passage.

“Do you think that you can just walk away from this?” Davie’s voice growled in her ear. His body was pressed up against hers, his cock was as deep inside of her as it would go. She squirmed and wriggled, but it only seemed to make him harder and more aroused. “Do you think you can turn your back on what you are?”

He pulled free and spun her around again, this time pressing her back to the door. Lynna was breathing heavily, her face flushed. Her pussy was wet and dripping, which Dave exploited a moment later as he reached down and drove a finger into it. He was rough and crude, his fingers pushing inside of her but the whole thing turned her on, and she gave a small sound of naked desire. He pumped his fingers, her legs went weak at the knees. Dave moved faster, drawing a long moan from her lips which she could not suppress. She saw how hard his cock had gotten. Her body shook with pleasure, and her pussy tightened around his digits. Each motion of his hand sent waves of heat fluttering through her.

“You’re a slut, Lynna.” He growled. His voice was low and angry. “You’re a whore. You’re a slave whose only job is to get fucked by your betters.”

Lynna threw back her head as the climax screamed through her. The feeling of his finger moving faster and faster was impossible to ignore, and she found herself grinding against it. Her hips eagerly bucking and rising in tune with his own motions.

“What are you?” He growled as she sank to her knees.

“I’m a slut,” Lynna said, her face was red, there were tears in her eyes and she was looking to the floor. “I’m a whore.”

She couldn’t believe that she was saying it, but it turned her on. Lit a fire inside of her that was impossible to ignore. This was a dark path. She knew this was a dark path, but she seemed helpless to pull away. She looked up at him, knowing that it would just be one night.

“I’m your whore,” She said and Dave smirked.

“Damn right you are.”

He pulled her up again and pinned her against the door. He forced her legs open, exposing her pussy. Desire and arousal dripped from her womanhood, and he ran one finger along her lower lips. Lynna shuddered, a powerful want aching within her. Dave’s cock was hard, his eyes were ablaze. Desire raged through him just as much as it did through her.

What was he waiting for? Absolutely nothing.

He fucked her against the door, his cock penetrating her pussy, thrusting deep inside of her with each moment. Lynna thought if the others could hear. Her moaning was ragged and loud. Heat danced through her mind, and her nerves tingled and blazed. Feelings of pleasure engulfed her, and her hips rocked back and forth, the wooden door was braced against her spine. Each thrust made her body burn for more. Dave’s hands moved to her chest, teasing and caressing her breasts and even her face. They were close now, pressed against one another. He was fucking her faster and faster, and she was gasping and moaning. On the very edge of her limits.

Dave slapped her chest, watching her breasts jiggle and bounce. The sharp feeling was the last push she needed, and Lynna came. Explosively. The feeling rocked through her body and stole away her breath. All the strength was leached from her limbs, and Dave joined in her climax a few moments later.

When it was over, Lynna sank to the ground, her chest heaved, and her lungs burned for air.

“Holy shit,” She moaned. “That was the most intense fuck I’ve ever had.”

Dave reached down and grabbed her chin. He forced her to look up, into his face. She saw that his eyes were still angry and bitter.

“It’s not over yet,” He told her. “If you’re really going to quit this whole thing then I want to use you for as long as I can first. Get on the bed.”

He fucked her again, kneeling between her legs, his cock thrusting into her pussy. Lynna rocked back and forth, each climax stronger than the last. When he was done there, he made her sit and wait until he was ready to go again.

Then he fucked her in the ass, bouncing her body back and forth until he climaxed yet again. Lynna realised by now this was gonna be the rest of the night and indeed, Dave gave her no time to rest except that time that he was forced to give her owing to biology.

Dave didn’t care for her own feelings at all. He didn’t want to make her feel good or to create her pleasure. He was simply using her to please himself. Enjoying her, feeling her pussy hugging his cock, the weight of her body as she bounced and rocked with his thrusts. It was primal, almost animalistic. She got no breaks, no rests. She was used and used until at last, he could use no more.

And then she slept naked on the floor.

The day after this – the final day – it was Samantha’s turn. Lynna was not sure exactly what Samantha would do. The redhead had been a close friend since they’d both been in college and they knew one another better than almost anyone else. If anyone was gonna be pushing her buttons it would be Samantha.

Samantha met her in her room. Lynna was surprised to see that her friend was already naked. Her copper hair had been removed from its usual ponytail and now fell across her back. Her face was lightly freckled, and her nipples were hard and aroused.

Lynna still felt sore from Dave’s treatment, but she thought what her friend would have in store. Sam’s eyes swept her body, lingering on her chest and between her legs.

“I’ve got to admit, Lynna,” She said. “I am still not used to seeing you like this.”

“Naeed, you mean?” Lynna grinned.

“Submissive,” Sam laughed. “Usually, you’re so strong and take charge. Between the two of us, you got in way more fights than me! Seeing you on your knees sucking some dude off, or being a gentle little fucktoy? That’s new. I like it, but it’s new.”

Lynna felt heat flowering across her face. Her pussy churned, reminding her of the fun they’d had last time the two of them had been alone together.

“I think it’s because I am usually like that,” She explained. “It’s fun to be the other way. To just let go sometimes, you know? I am always in charge so it’s good to be the one who takes orders now and then.”

Sam gave a throaty chuckle which sent a wave of heat rushing down Lynna’s spine. She swallowed nervously.

“It’s good for me, anyway,” Sam said. “You know, part of me still has doubts about all of this? I am glad that you’re getting out, Lynna. I’m enjoying the hell out of this, but I am glad that you are getting out.”

Lynna nodded. Her night with Dave had been intense, and it was something she would be revisiting in fantasies for quite a while yet. But it had also driven in the point. This relationship was not stable, and the longer she stayed in it the more unstable it would get. She’d had her fair distribute of fun. More than her fair distribute, really. Now it was time she bow out before it really did get bad.

But knowing that and doing it were two very different things and all the logic in the world would struggle to convince her libido that bringing the arrangement to an end was the best thing to do. She enjoyed her position more and more every day as if she was gradually becoming a different person. But that was not true. The person she was becoming had all the time been inside of her. Just buried. Things like this, good girls weren’t supposed to enjoy. She’d been taught that her role was to discover a husband and make a family and even though she’d never really bought it, part of her had internalised it.

Everything she’d done in the last month had spat in the face of that subconscious directive. Lynna felt torn. Caught between two different people. On one hand, the woman she had been before. Fun, clever, but a little bit suppressed. On the other, the woman she was becoming now. A submissive slave, a fuck toy.

The thing was, she didn’t really want to be either of them.

“You okay?” Sam asked. “You look confused. Or constipated.”

“I’m not constipated!” Lynna protested swiftly. “I was having an emotional moment of self-reflection! Can’t you tell that?”

“Not if you don’t say anything about it, no.” Sam pointed out. “You were with Dave last, right? I bet he was pretty hard on you.”

“You could say that,” Lynna nodded. “Did, um, did the rest of you hear?”

“It was hard not to. Sorry.”

“Ah.” She felt strangely embarrassed by that.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sam said. “I just thought I’d be easy on you tonight considering what happened to you yesterday.”

“You mean you’re not going to treat me like a slave?”

“Now I didn’t say that,” She grinned. “Hands behind your back, Lynna. This may be the last time I get to see your gorgeous naked body and I do intend to make the most of it.”

Lynna was made to curl her arms behind her back. Their presence there pushed her chest forward, drawing the eye to her breasts. Sam locked her wrists in place with a set of handcuffs – these were soft and furred. Gentle after the night before but being bound still turned her on.

As soon as her wrists were secured, Sam stepped closer to her. The redhead grinned, running her hands across Lynna’s exposed side. Her touch was gentle but demanding. She could almost smell the other woman’s perfume, and before she even knew what had happened, Sam was kissing her. The gesture was light at first but grew deeper as Lynna responded to it. Her heart pounded, and she pressed forward into Sam’s body. Samantha embraced her, she felt Sam’s chest against her own. Warmth and heat pooled between her legs.

They were kissing, turning and twisting. She felt the heat of her partner, Sam’s desire burning in her eyes. Lynna thought if she had all the time been this attracted to her friend or whether it was another aspect of her that had come into its own this month.

Sam moaned, breaking the kiss at last. Both women were breathless now, and there was a charged air of tension and excitement in the room.

“Mistress,” Lynna said. “How am I supposed to pleasure you if I can’t use my hands?”

“I think you already know, Lynna.” Sam laughed and pushed her to her knees. Her friend spread her legs, exposing her pussy to Lynna’s mouth. The blond eagerly moved forward, eating her out with enthusiasm and pounding desire. Sam trembled, Lynna’s tongue was skilled, teasing and enthralling her. Lynna for her part was loving it. She felt dominated and controlled, but not in the same way as she had with Dave. It was like Trevor had said; there was trust here and there was not there.

It made all the difference.

Sam moaned and gasped, pressing her pussy forwards desperately as the pleasure built. Lynna used her tongue and her lips. She teased and sucked and titillated her friend. Before long, Sam was rocking her body back and forth in time with Lynna’s motions. She came, her eyes closing as she rode the wave of pleasure.

As soon as she recovered, they kissed again. Sam’s body pressed against Lynna’s, forcing her back against the wall. Her legs were spread, and Sam’s fingers deftly stroked her pussy. A shudder ran up the blond woman’s spine. Sam’s eyes danced with mirth as she lowered her mouth, her tongue licking out and capturing Lynna’s nipple.

Lynna gave a soft cry as Sam drew it into her mouth, sucking on it and teasing it gently with her teeth. Lynna’s back arched, and she started to breathe more quickly. Sam’s fingers worked at her pussy, pleasuring and stroking it. One of them brushed against her clit, the feeling like an electric shock.

“Fuck,” Lynna moaned over and over. Sam grinned, looking up at her.

“Do you like it?”

“Y-yes mistress,” Lynna stammered. “But I am supposed to be your slave. W-why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you are my slave,” Samantha said. “And I can reward you as well as punish you. Now hush and enjoy it. That’s an order.”

Lynna’s hands curled into fists behind her back. The spiking pleasure rose through her, melting her mind and filling her body. Sam was gentle but diligent, and she was a woman. Trevor and Andrew tried. Dave was rough and clumsy. But Sam knew exactly where to touch her to make her react. How to stroke her and how to tease her. She ran a finger along the tip of her nipple and stroked the side of Lynna’s face. She trailed kisses along her shoulder and neck.

Lynna felt much more intimate than she had with anyone else. The pleasure rose, but she felt little resistance and little shame. Lynna enjoyed shame as a component of sexual play but she realised too that there were times when it was better to enjoy pure pleasure alone.

This was one of those times. Sam controlled her, dominated her, but did so softly and gently. She did it with care and kindness, not punishment and the difference made it all the more stark and vivid to Lynna.

By the time the first part was done and Sam pulled away, Lynna was trembling and quivering. Sam chuckled.

“You look so cute like that, Lynna,” She whispered. “I bet none of the others were able to make you look quite so innocent and helpless. It really turns me on.”

Sam hooked one finger under her collar and pulled Lynna over to the bed. A blue double-ended dildo had been placed there waiting. Sam grinned.

“Now you get to see a show.”

She sat on the bed and ran one hand between her legs. Her fingers brushed her pussy and she gave a soft moan. Lynna’s pulse ran faster as she watched her mistress touch herself. Sam teased her womanhood with her palms and with her fingers. Then once she was wet enough took hold of the dildo and pressed it between her lower lips. Her hand moved back and forth, penetrating herself with the toy. Her breathing became heavier as it sank into her pussy, penetrating her more deeply with each motion. Once she was satisfied, she looked up to her slave.

“Now you, my dear. Come and share the fun.”

Lynna stepped forward and the two of them were kissing again. Her mind was aflame, her body churned. Desire and lust raged inside of her. Sam’s tongue was in her mouth, her arms were still bound behind her back. She spread her legs, feeling the tip of the dildo as it pressed against her pussy. Sam lay back on the bed, allowing Lynna to straddle her. The dildo joined them, Lynna felt it slowly sinking deeper between her legs.

Pleasure and excitement filled her up. Her nerves sparked with the promise of ecstasy. Lynna started to bounce up and down as best she could. She pushed herself with her legs, rising and lowering her body upon the dildo. Each penetration rocked her body. Her nerves sang out, and she could hear Sam moaning as well. Her nipples were hard and she wished that she could touch them.

Lynna rode the toy as Sam joined in the game. She thrust and Lynna bounced, the combined pleasure rippled through the two of them, and their moans became harder and more urgent.

As if she had read Lynna’s last wondered, Sam’s hands reached up for her breasts again, tweaking her nipples playfully. Lynna groaned, her motion growing faster and more frenzied. Their bodies were locked together, and Lynna was riding Sam’s dildo. She rose and fell, each moment interspersed with a feeling of penetration and a flood of desire. Sam’s body was below her, Lynna’s eyes flickered across her face, her chest and her pussy. She felt hot, flushed.

They moved faster, the two of them responding to some unspoken need. The dildo between them brought them both pleasure, and she rose it until at last, she could hold back her climax no more. Sam came, gasping with the strength of it as it tore through her body and mind. Lynna climaxed a few moments later. The feeling which surged through her was both sweet and unexpected, and as she fell gasping to the bed, she felt Sam’s hands encircle her and pull her into a deep embrace.

She spent the rest of the night sleeping tangled with her friend.

“The job was offered to me,” Lynna said. It was the present now, and she was standing back in the apartment with the rest of her friends. She was naked and collared, but as far as they were concerned it would be the last time. She ran her eyes from one of her roommates to the others. Trevor was neutral, almost expressionless. Andrew was tense, Dave was bitter. Sam was a mixture of happiness and disappointment.

“I have decided to take it,” She said. “This time with you all has been fun. Really, really fun. But I have to look for my future and this isn’t something that I can keep doing. If I did, I think it would eventually turn out for the worse.”

She looked at Dave as she spoke, wondering if he knew just how pivotal he had been in her decision to end their game. Hopefully not. She suspected that her relationship with him would never be the same again. That hurt a bit, but if it was the price for the discoveries she’d made about herself and the time she’d had? She’d take it.

“Starting next month, I will be paying rent again,” She said. “But as per the terms of the contract, I am allowed to leave my slavery behind now. Anyone have anything to say about that?”

Dave stepped forward, ready to object. Before he could, Trevor and Samantha both shot him a glare which ended his stand before he could take it. Lynna smiled in gratitude and reached up for her collar. Her fingers trembled as she undid the button.

When it fell to the floor, she felt as if a part of her had fallen away with it. A great weight had been removed, but she also felt a bit of regret. Not as much as she had expected, though. During the interview, as she’d dithered about the person she had wanted to be in the future, Lynna had had a wondered. An idea which had sparked a certain amount of excitement within her.

When the others were gone, she gestured to Trevor and Samantha and asked them to follow her to her room. Her things were already being put back, but she didn’t pay much mind to that. She reached for the table, and the papers she had left there. One went to each of her two friends. Both looked puzzled.

“What’s this, Lynna?” Samantha asked, her eyes skimming it. “Some kind of document?”

“Sort of,” Lynna replied with a smile and a slight sense of wariness. She hoped that it would work, but this hinged on them accepting it as well.

They’re contracts. New ones. Just for you two. I figured that… well, I wasn’t quite ready to leave the whole slave thing behind just yet. Not totally. I just wanted a bit more control over it, and I just wanted it to be with people I trust.”

“Me?” Trevor looked honestly amazed as if he had woken up one day to discover gravity reversed and his breakfast drifting on the ceiling. “You want me?”

“That’s right,” Lynna nodded. “The contract is a bit different now. Call it experience. It’s active only during the weekends and extends only to the two of you. There’s, uh, some other stuff too but you can read over that at your leisure. I just want to know if the two of you would be interested in this kind of thing?”

For a moment, she waited. Her heart hammered. If they rejected it now, she didn’t know how she would feel.

Trevor shared a look with Sam.

“I’m willing,” He said at last. “I’ll need to look at the specifics, but if it’s what you really want, I won’t say no. But we’ll need to do it somewhere away from the apartment.”

“I’ll find a place,” Sam said. “Well, Lynna, it looks like you’ve managed to surprise me yet again. I thought for sure you were done with this whole thing.”

“I didn’t want to leave it behind totally,” Lynna said with an awkward grin. “I mean, I needed to get some control back but I also wanted to continue having fun with the two of you. This seems like a good way to do that, don’t you think?”

“Indeed I do, my girl.” Sam mused, still reading the contract. “Indeed I do.”

And that, as Lynna would all the time remember, was the end of her first new life and the begin of her second.

NSFW: yes

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