Sandy's Dreams Come True

Part 2 Her new black Master drove Sandy across town. On the way he stopped and made her fill the car with gas, and go into a liquor store and buy a bottle of whiskey. Each time she knew that security cameras would be recording her doing these things without apparent coercion, in public areas. Master had set it up well. If she every tried to say she was not a willing participant public cameras would prove her very willing in a court of law. Finally He parked behind a club deep inside the black side of town. He took her by the leash and led her into the dimly lit bar. He directed her to the bar, and seated her on a bar stool, where the height would show off her white upper thighs. She saw herself in the mirror, and it was a shock. Her red hair hung down around her face in a mussed tangle thanks to her recent violent love making or was it rape? She still had on some lipstick, but it was smeared. Her skin was extremely white, especially in this bar where there was not another white person to bed seen. Her large breasts jutted out against the thin silk blouse, which was gapping so far open that the sides of both tits were exposed. Her nipples stood out like hard little lumps, and even though they were rather pale pink both their color and shape were clearly visible. The short leather skirt was really too tight, pulling in her slim waist and clinging to her hips like a second skin. Balancing on the bar stool in her extremely high heels, she could not help but expose the glaringly white top of her thigh above her black stockings. To her shock she realized that some portion of the floor was actually square mirrored tiles so that anyone looking down at the right angle could look right up her skirt and see her naked pussy. She began to blush bright crimson as she realized how exposed she was in this hostile environment. Master came over and gave her a drink. "Start a tab, bitch,." He ordered. She produced her credit card and gave it to the bar keeper. He produced a slip which she noticed had no total on it yet, but she signed it anyway. Master was talking with several men a little way down the bar. They were laughing and pointing, but she could not understand anything they were saying. She sipped at her drink. It was strong. She almost gagged. She sipped more daintily. It must have been nearly straight whiskey. Soon she began to suspect there might be something else in it, for she began to feel tingle, and a very excited, nervous feeling began to radiate inside her. Her pussy too began to tingle and feel even more excited then it had been before. To avoid all the eyes around her, she drank faster. Before she knew it the first glass was empty and another replaced it. After the third drink she looked up and began to admire the red-headed slave/hooker across the bar. She had on a tight collar, her tits were practically hanging out, and her short skirt barely covered her pussy. Then the shock hit her, that was her! Master came over, grabbed her by the arm and helped her across the bar to a low stage. Spot lights came on as he helped her up. "Alright, dance bitch," he ordered, as a loud base-heavy beat began to shake the bar. She could barely stand in her very high heels, especially in this drunk and drugged state, but she tried to move as much as possible. The deep base began to get inside her. The low pitched beat seemed to shake her pussy with every pulse, like a very low frequency vibrator. She could feel her juices begin to flow. As the alcohol and drugs took control she began to sway back and forth thrusting out her pelvis. At the shouts of the men she leaned over and shook her boobs back and forth. Soon her blouse was completely unbuttoned and her tits were shaking back and forth to the music. She felt hands reach up and rub the inside of her thighs. Two men were suddenly beside her with their hands on her ass and pussy, running up and down her thighs. The music decreased somewhat, and she realized that Master was on the stage with a microphone. "Alright," he began, "on the board with have the items for sale, and we will begin the bidding with number one, her bush." Sandy could not understand what they were talking about. She continued to dance, but she was feeling faint and the two men were now more holding her up then just fondling her. The bidding went on, but she could not understand the items. Something about her mouth, her tits, her pussy, but she could not understand. At one point she remembered seeing a man with a video camera, but it was all a blur. Finally the bidding was over. She was nearly unconscious from the booze, drugs, and exercise of dancing as two men lifted her off the stage and placed her on her back on a table. She barely noticed that her skirt was pulled up around her waist. She saw a glint of metal as Master approached her with a pair of scissors. He grasped a handful of her orange pussy hair and began to cut it off very close to her skin. He carefully took the orange pubic hair and put it in a small plastic bag. When he was done, there was just a stubble. He handed the bag to one man, and motioned for a second to come forward. She felt something warm and wet being spread on her pussy and down the crack of her ass. She was pulled to the end of the table and her legs held high and apart so that her pussy and ass were fully exposed. The second man Master had motioned forward began to run a razor over the sensitive folds of her pussy, down the crack of her ass, and back. Carefully he shaved every bit, inserting two big fingers into her pussy to give a firm backing to the blade moving over her lips. Finally, he raised the razor in triumph. Now she was pulled further up the table until her head hung over the edge. Someone grabbed her long red hair and pulled it down ward. She heard a snipping noise and a portion of her long hair was gone. It was passed out to a couple of men, again in plastic bags. When they were done her hair was more of a page boy length. Now the excitement in the room was rising. Two men came forward and grabbed her arms they were pulled down and tied to the legs of the table. Her legs two were spread wide to the sides of the table and strapped to the legs. Her blouse lay fully open, her skirt around her waist, and her mouth gapping over as her head lolled off the end of the table. Another man approached her head. His cock was smaller than Master's, but still big and black. He was stroking it as he slapped her mouth with it. In this position her eyes were below his balls and they slapped against her forehead and eyes and he played his organ over her face. Grabbing her head by the jaw and back he began to feed his cock into her mouth. Tied as she was, she was totally helpless. The man began to ram his cock deep down her throat. She tried to get her breathing stable, but it was difficult. He was not as gentle as Master, and he rammed repeatedly deep into her throat, not giving her time to breath. Faster and faster he pumped, until she felt him begin to spasm. Suddenly it was as if a firehose went off in her throat. She desperately tried to swallow the cum as it shot down her throat. She sputtered and chocked, trying to clear it, swallowing up and down into her belly. He rammed in again and again as the last of the fluid drained out of her mouth, dripping onto the floor, running down her nose, into her eyes, and into the remains of her hair. As soon as the first man was done a second came forward. His cock was not yet fully hard as he fed it over her lips. Still sputtering from the cum in her throat she tried to lick and suck on it as best she could. He put his balls in her mouth and had her suck on them. Then when his cock was fully erect, he walked around and climbed up on the table. He stuck two fingers into Sandy's pussy, as if judging his target. The slowly lowered his large cock to her new nude pussy. Passed the moist lips it went, deeper and deeper, until he bottomed on her cervix. She gasped as he did. Now he began to pump up and down, in and out faster and faster. He was not in this for her pleasure, but his. He was fast and rough, and it was not long before his cock exploded insider her, sending his black seed spewing deep into her womb. She thought it would never end, so much jism, so much cum, filling her cunt. She could hear it squishing as he pulled in and out milking every last drop of juice out of his cock. Finally he too was done, and stood up with a proud hooray. Now the lower bidders came forward. A second man raped her mouth, sending another flood of cum down her throat, over her face and matting in her hair. A third went for her mouth, but sprayed his cum over her breasts, massaging the white, sticky mess all over them. A second climbed on top of her and fucked her pussy hard and fast, pulling out to send his seed all over her belly, ponding in her belly button. Still another had them untie her legs and raised them up until her knees were on her shoulders. Master came forward at this point with a word of warning, but the man rammed his cock into her pussy and again quickly came, spraying his juice all the way up to her face. Apparently three was the number of accepted bids, because at this point Sandy was untied, and Master lead her to the back of the bar to a bathroom. Another woman appeared to help him, and she took charge of cleaning Sandy up. Her ministrations were almost gentle. She washed the matted cum off her face, breasts and belly. She massaged some type of cream on her bruised tits which made them hurt less. Finally, she combed her hair, having removed all of the matted cum she could. She dressed in the same skirt and blouse, and then helped her put on a little fresh make up from her own handbag. Finally she led Sandy back to the bar where Master was sitting on a stool counting his money. He led Sandy out into the middle of the floor and had her bow to all present, then led her by the leash and collar back to her car. Master drove her home, parking in her own garage, and led her upstairs. He poured her a drink from the whiskey she had bought. The warmth began to flow through her. Master had one himself and then gave her a second. The alcohol began to hit her hard. Master led her upstairs. He took off her blouse and skirt as she stood like a manikin. Slowly he undressed until he stood naked before her. He began to kiss her and run his hands over her much used body. It was as if a stick of dynamite went off inside her. She could feel her bruised pussy begin to moisten rapidly. She felt her bruised tits begin to stiffen as his hands moved over her tits, twisting, massaging the nipples. He lowered one hand to her pussy, pushing in one, two, then three fingers, swirling them around inside. Then he ran one finger over her clit, grasped it with a second and began to twirl it around. She was gasping already. His touch was magical. He forced her to her knees and fed her his big cock. She did not hesitate, but took it eagerly into her mouth. Sucking on it like a hungry dog. Master lifted her up and led her to the bed. He laid her on her stomach and proceeded to tie her hands and feet to the far corners of the bed so she was completely helpless and spread eagled. He picked up some rasberry flavored lubricant from her night stand and began to rub it over her pussy and ass. I took a large amount and made a puddle around her ass hole, then massaged it in with one finger. She knew what was coming. She had had anal sex only a couple of times, so she started to complain, but she was too far gone with whiskey and tied too tight to make any resistance. Master reached under her and began to massage her clit. Suddenly she did not want to resist. She humped his fingers. She began to moan. Out of the corner of one eye she thought she saw a video camera running on the dresser, but she could no longer see straight. "You want me to fuck your ass, don't you bitch!" he exclaimed. "Yes, or yes," she replied. "Beg for it, bitch," He ordered. "Please, Master, Please fuck my ass!" she heard herself yell. Slowly he lowered his huge cock toward his target. It met her sphincter, and try as she might to relax it was too big. Slowly Master pushed forward, harder, harder, splitting her tiny rectum open. Finally an inch or so was in. Master kept working it deeper and deeper. Meanwhile his hand kept massaging her clit, making her hump harder. With each stroke he went deeper and deeper. Sandy began to cry and scream. The pain and the pleasure were all running together. Her brain was lost again. Finally he was fully in with his balls slapping on her pussy. Now in and out he sawed, deep inside her bowels. Her sanity was gone. The low animal sounds began, like a cat in heat. Gutteral sounds, like a tortured predator, now low moans and growls, louder and louder, now almost howls. Master pumped harder and harder into her tiny ass, while rubbing her pussy and clit harder and harder. Sandy was exploding. Her back arched against her bonds, her mouth flew open, her eyes rolled back in her head, and an ungodly cry came from her lips as her whole body began to shake and shake as if possessed. Suddenly a hose went off in her rectum. Huge quantities of black seed flooded her entire intestine it felt like gallons spewed insider her. At the same time Master jammed several fingers deep into her pussy until it felt like his cock and fingers met. She shook and shook uncontrollably. The suddenly she fainted dead away. Slowly, slowly Sandy began to awake. It was bright outside. The sun was high. She was in her bed. What a dream. Her fantasies had gone too far that time. That was the most realistic one yet. She replayed it in her mind. What a trip. She tried to move. Every muscle exploded with pain. Her tits were swollen and bruised. There were bruises up and down her thighs. Her pussy felt swollen and bruised. And her ass felt like she had given birth. She tried to move but could hardly move. Finally she got to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. Her long hair was gone, now a little less than shoulder length. Her pussy was bald. There were black and blue marks all over her tits and thighs. There was some white stuff matted in the remains of her hair, and a lot of white material caked on her thighs and ass. Around her neck was a tight leather collar fastened with a digital lock. But it wasn't until she looked at the mirror itself that the depth of this new reality struck her. There in her own bright red lipstick was written. "Tonight, bitch, you will be waiting for me in your living room, totally naked except for your collar."