The Lady and The Riddler, Chapter Six The Lady's body adapts her mind to her role as a possession of her Master. Samantha had lost track of how many times she climaxed. After a while her orgasms began to blur together. Orgasm after orgasm had shattered her exhausted body. She had passed out for a short time while an orgasm was still rattling her helpless tired body. It took several more minutes for her thrashing and trembling to cease. Pussy-juice poured from her body by the quart, as though the power of the orgasm was emptying every drop of fuck-cream from her body. The cocks beating her agonized pussy and asshole had changed them as well. The last traces of Samantha’s petal-pink cunt were gone. That pristine hole had been replaced by a slash of blood-red, the cunt-lips purple and swollen were peeled back, the inner lips milky with pussy-cream. The mouth of Samantha’s cunt spasmed involuntarily, as though searching desperately for another cock to fill it. Her pinched, stretched clit peeked out between the fat red lips of her cunt like the head of a large worm. Samantha’s asshole was no longer pinhole-tight and virgin pink. Instead it was spread wide enough for a man to easily shove his cock up it to the hilt. The ring of her asshole was inflamed and as bright red as the lips of her pussy, and there was a wet, inviting look to the wide spread and stretched puckered hole. The changes made her more beautiful than ever. Her tits looked bigger, her ass fuller, her legs even longer and more perfectly shaped. Her nipples, which had been long before, had been turned into long spikes by the night of stretching. Everything that had made Samantha sexy before seemed to have been magnified ten times by her hours of abuse. Time hard passed. How much she didn’t know. She had been left on a damp smelly mattress, naked, blindfolded and spread-eagled, tied hand and foot. Her Gianfranco Ferre skirt and blouse from Milan had been used by someone to wipe to cum from her face and body and now lay scattered in the corner with her red, patent, very high heeled FM sling backs by Prada. She had slept but woke on hearing voices. She could hear Riddler’s pleasant voice and he appeared to have two men with him. Samantha identified their accents as Jamaican. The voices stopped by her side and she could feel eyes appraising her outstretched legs and arms. Nothing was hidden from their gaze. Riddler spoke first "You understand now, do you? You belong to me Fuckmeat. You're my slave. I own you, just the way I'd own a dog or a hamburger I was going to eat. Anything I do to you is my fucking business. And your only fucking job is to be happy about it. If I cut your fucking tit off you should say thank you and ask me if I want to cut off the other. Understand?" Samantha nodded and said “Yes Master. From the day I was born, I was destined to be a man's sex toy. A piece of meat designed to bring pleasure to men. My mind and individuality is an illusion masking the pure primal support of a body functioning for the lusts of the penis. I am a receptacle for sperm, a receiver of man's seed, a cumdump. A body of flesh and bone for wrapping around the penis, giving pleasure in three ways, oral, anal, and vaginal cavities made for use by penises of all shapes and sizes, for them to thrust into and enjoy, a piece of fuckmeat. And I am yours.” This was greeted with peels of laughter from the two Jamaicans. I heard Riddler say, "By the way, she’s a pretty good cocksucker," and went on, “These two boys have given me a couple of cans of Red Stripe beer and I want to watch the Formula 1 racing on TV. I don’t have any loose change on me to pay them. Now Fuckmeat, how do you think I can pay them?” Samantha answered, “With me Master.” “Good answer,” said Riddler, “Now they are having a bit of a party in their gang’s clubhouse a few doors away. You are to go with them and understand this Fuckmeat, you will do everything they say.” “Yes Master” she said. “It’s time your blindfold came off.” Riddler said. A second later Samantha was blinking in the bright light of the room, as it was snatched from her head. After a short while her eyes adjusted to the sudden light and from her position on the mattress looked up and saw three men staring down at her. Two of the men were big, fine-looking, blacks aged about 25 in baggy street clothes, with their crotches around their knees and tangled dreadlocks, they appeared respectful of the third man, she knew was Riddler. Samantha couldn’t take her eyes off his handsome face. At first she took him for a tanned white man but something about his dark eyes and long black hair and slightly darkened skin made her realise that there was something slightly Asian about him. He was tall, close to 6 foot, athletically built and immaculately dressed in casual but expensive clothes. A very handsome man and something about his eyes showed her that he had a kindness and a humour about him. He held her gaze until she knew she had to look away, but was aware that he continued studying her naked body. It gave her the familiar feelings of longing in her swollen vagina. “Unbelievable,” she thought, “This man had such an effect on her.” Riddler spoke and said, “Untie her and take her. Use her well. Bring her back in six hours.” He left the room without looking back. Immediately the two blacks released her bindings and Samantha sat up. With help and a lot of groping from the men she got to her feet. The shorter of the two grabbed Samantha by the hair and said, “Diss way bitch. Smack her ass Star.” Samantha had no choice but to follow. Star said “Okay TJ, like diss?” and gave her two fast and hard slaps on her buttocks. TJ yanked her blonde hair and dragged her out of the front door, naked into the street. A few houses down Samantha could hear voices and music, and realised that she was going to some kind of party. Samantha's heart sank . "Oh Shadow," she thought, "Is this really what you wanted?" and a tear ran down her cheek.