Author: Melora Finite Title: Ms. Master Summary: Leila awakes chained to a dirty mattress in a dark basement with no memory of how she came to be there. She soon learns her new destiny is to be the sex slave of a lesbian dominatrix. Keywords: FF, anal, toys, bd, rape, electro play xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DISCLAIMER!! ADULTS ONLY If you are not of age in your location (and you know what I mean) or if material of a graphic sexual nature offends you, turn around!!! This material was created by me, out of my head, meaning it has no basis in fact and does not resemble any work that I am aware of. This material is for reading pleasure only. Sex should happen between two of age and consenting partners. You may save this work to your computer for your own future reading but please do not reproduce it or post it somewhere with out my permission first. I will most likely let you if you ask me. With all of this said, enjoy!! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Leila awoke. Her head was pounding with a force that suggested Athena might emerge at any moment. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes wondering what vista she might find. A single window shone brightly in the darkness high in a dingy grey wall, like a television set in the distance. Dust motes floated lazily through the shafts of light, giving them body and the semblance of distinct rays. As her eyes strayed around the room she realized that she was in a basement, lying on a filthy bare mattress. The basement didn't contain much. There was one grimy door to her right and a staircase hugged the opposite wall. The only furniture in the room was a queer looking electrical creature, composed of big round metal table with one leg in the center and what resembled a small cupboard to it's right from which several long wires protruded, bound in a hoop. Although it was winter and the room felt chilly, although no colder than that. She had no blanket. She was also naked. This realization frightened her less than it intrigued her. Thinking back to the previous night, Leila could not remember how she had come here or who she may have come here with, although knew that since she had been at a large party it could have been any one of fifty diferent men. And since she occassionally woke up in strange beds with no memory of how she arrived there, she still felt no apprehension about her situation. At least not until she tried to stand up and explore her new surroundings and discover her mystery romance. That was when she noticed the chain on her right foot, keeping her rooted quite firmly to the wall the matress was pressed against. Although she felt panic well up in her at her first taste of domination, she sat down and methodically investigated the pitted iron manacle and chain. There was a large, guady padlock holding the manacle closed and locking her to the chain, which was about five feet long. The contraption was sturdy and there was no way she could escape it. Although she was scared, Leila still assumed the best; she had gone home with some stud and the night ended in kink. He had probably gone upstairs for breakfast. At this thought Leila decided it was time to stop playing. She was getting hungry, wanted a glass of water and to put her clothes back on. "Hey!! Come down here and let me up!!! I'm hungry!!!" she screamed, hoping she would be heard. After a few moments of silence, she heard movement in the house above. The light steps grew closer until they were directly above her and then passing her towards the opposite wall where the stairs were. Leila held her breath as the door opened in a flood of light and a figure emerged from the dazzeling brightness. It was no man but a woman. Even though Leila was a strict heterosexual, she could not deny that the woman was very beautiful. Her long slender legs protruded from beneath her short white dress which stopped just below her voluptuous, shapely ass. Her eyes were next drawn to the tiny waistline and large, gravity defying breasts. They were so impossibly perky for their size that they almost looked fake. Her bare shoulders were strong and yet elegant, and atop her long, pale neck sat one of the most beautiful faces Leila had ever beheld. Her lips were plump and pouty, her cheekbones sculpted, and her almond shaped, slightly slanted green eyes composed almost a third of her face. And all of this was framed by long, straight black hair that tumbled down to her elbows. At seeing this perfect vision of femenine beauty standing over her while she lay chained and vulnerable made heat rise in Leila's body. "Who the hell are you, where am I, and how did I get here?!" Leila demanded confidently, more angry at the unfairness of such a beautiful creature than scared. "I?" intoned the woman, a note of scorn in her voice. "I am the one who brought you here. I am you're new God." Her voice was calm and authoratative. At this, Leila's blood ran cold, feuling her anger. She stood up on the mattress, facing the woman, who was an inch taller than her even given the four inches padding held Leila up. "I don't know who the hell you are but you'd better let me out of here!" Her demand was the only weapon she had at her disposal. For some reason she could not bring herself to hit the woman. The other woman smiled, coldly. Inwardly, Leila sobbed. The strange woman casually pushed Leila back onto the mattress and raised her other hand. She was holding a grey metal rod about a foot long and three inches in diameter that Leila hadn't noticed before, and she lightly touched Leila's shoulder with it's rounded tip. Leila shouted and reeled backwards. The stick had given her a nasty shock, not enough to harm her but it had surprised her and hurt quite a bit. "you will not speak unless told to and address me as Master when you do." Master said, still smiling. Leila opened her mouth to protest and was immidiately shocked again, this time on her bare breast. The pain was more intense this time and she screamed. "If you do not obey me you will die. If you do obey me you will live. This is your situation." Leila was crying now. She opened her mouth to protest but saw Master's arm twitch and kept her mouth shut. Master chuckled. "Learning already, my little slut?" Leila choked back a sob. Now master turned and went into the room to the right. When she came back she held a long thick purple dildo with a head at either end and came towards Leila. "Get on your knees, you fucking whore," she said in a low, dangerous voice. Leila didn't move, unable to comply but too terrified to openly contradict the woman. Master smiled. "I love it when they fight," she said more to herself then anyone, and advanced towards Leila with her shock stick in hand. She grabbed the unfortunate girl by the hair and dragged her into a kneeling position. "For that disobedience, you will be punished severely. When I say on your knees-" she was behind Leila now and jerked her head back at these words, "I mean ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!!" She shouted as she plunged the shock stick deep and unforgivingly into Leilas dry cunt. She screamed and writhed and tried to get away but Master had a firm grip on her and would not let her move. She withdrew the stick and plunged it in a second time and Leila squirmed in agony. Tendrils of burning, numbing pain spread through her loin. Master noticed with a greedy pleasure that Leila's firm tits shook as she convulsed. "Now are you going to behave, dog?" Master inquired coldly, her voice betraying no hint of her arousal. Leila could only whimper and nod her head. "When I ask you a question, you answer it," Master growled, breathing into Leila's ear, and tightened her grip on Leila's hair in warning. "yes... yes master..." Leila said through her tears. At these words Master flung Leila's head away from her, releasing her grip on the girls hair. Although she could not see it, Leila felt master taking off her dress behind her, the mattress shifting and groaning as she did so. Suddenly Master's hands were on her ass, kneading and massaging the soft, warm flesh of her cheeks. Leila could feel Master's warm, wet, bald cunt rubbing against her shame as pressed her lusty hips against her. Master made a little soft moan. Then her carresses started to grow more rough. Her fingernails dug into Leila's behind and Leila suddenly felt a sharp sting and then a spreading warmth as Master smacked her ass hard. And then it came. The first intrusion to her asshole. Master carelessly forced a finger through Leila's tight hole, and when Leila gasped and jerked away Master grabbed her hair and forced her finger in harder. The pain was incredible as Leila's pink ring rebelled against the attack. Now Master's breathing started to grow heavier and she pulled her finger all the way out and thrust it back in again all the way up to her third knuckle. Leila screamed. Master started to finger fuck her, slowly at first and then with a growing urgency. Suddenly a Leila felt a second finger being forced in with the first and she choked with the pain. Master was fucking her frantically now and every impact of her hand against Leila's ass sent a wave of intense pain spasming through her ass. Now Master was leaning over her, her erect nipples brushing Leila's back as she whispered into Leila's ear, "I'm gonna fuck your ass 'till you bleed and send pictures to you mother." Pausing to revel in the feel of the girl beneath her convulsing in pain at each thrust of her hand, Master nipped Leila's ear before straightening up and taking a handful of Leila's hair. The next thing she knew there was an intorlerable pain in her ass, as Master forced something that felt as thick as a fist in. Leila screamed like she never had before. It seemed an eternity before the head finally popped into her asshole and then Master pulled her head back and up by her hair, forcing her backwards even more onto the hard plastic cock. With another thrust, Master pushed the phallus as deep into Leila's ass as it would go and moaned. She withdrew after a moment and thrust again. And again. Leila cried tears of pain and disgust. She was humiliated by the acts this woman was forcing her to. She could not believe that this was really happening. It was vile. Behind her, Master's movements had grown more excited, her breathing heavier and wetter. Just the sight of the wide purple dong protruding from between the girl's ass cheeks alone was almost enough to bring her to climax. Leila's bleeding asshole was stretched farther than it ever had. Each thrust brought the fake rubber cock slamming into the wall of Leila's bowels. She dropped Leila's hair now and leaned over her so that her breasts were pressed against Leila's back. With one hand she supported herself and with the other she groped at Leila's swinging tit, squeezing it and pinching her erect nipples. In another moment she had left Leila's breasts alone and the next thing she knew there was that intense pain again, this time just on the outside of her vagina. A tremor when through Leila's body as the shock hit her and she moaned loudly. Suddenly shock stick was thrust into Leila's cunt again, and she convulsed. Her twitching and shuddering only spurred Master to greater heights of excitment. She withdrew the stick and thrust it again, thrilled at the feel of Leila's ass muscles spasming in pain beneath her dildo. She moaned loudly and thrust hard, both with the dong and one more time with the stick. It was too much for her. She came violently and jabbed Leila's cunt with equal violence. Leila screamed again as the stick threatened to simultaneously tear her vagina apart and fry it and Master withdrew the stick, collapsed on top of Leila, panting.