The Harem Slave Ch. 02

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When she awoke, Sophie found her bonds had been removed, as well as her gag and blindfold. She felt like she needed to take an urgent shit, a sensation she quickly attributed to the plug she remembered was still lodged in her ass, stimulating her anus.

Suddenly her attentions switched from her own body to the room which she occupied. She looked around, taking in her surroundings for the first time. The room she was in had high, vaulted ceilings which she couldn’t quite make out in the dim light. There were no walls, only massive floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out into the night. The room was obviously suspended high in the air, but from her position on the floor, she couldn’t make out what surrounded the building. Fading evening light came in from three walls, but the fourth wall was clearly shared with the rest of the apartment. Sophie squinted, but it was too dark to make out anything on the other side of that wall.

The room was sparsely furnished; Sophie saw only a bed, a chase lounge and, oddly enough, a sink and a bathtub in one corner. Curiosity compelled her to rise to her feet and investigate. The plug moved not unpleasantly in her ass as she did so, and Sophie moaned a bit. Standing, she crossed the large room to the corner. The “bathroom” was a twenty-by-twenty-foot tiled area, housing the sink and claw-foot bathtub she had seen before. What Sophie had missed from her earlier perspective was a foot-wide circular recess in the tile floor, the bottom of which could not be seen. Sophie frowned, wondering about its purpose. As she stood there, looking at the hole in the floor, she realized she could now see outside. With a gasp, she realized she was indeed high in the air, but much higher than she thought. Far below, she saw the streets of a busy city. Several nearby buildings rose nearly three-quarters the height of the one in which she stood, but nothing matched this magnificent skyscraper. Sophie’s head spun simply looking at it.

“Gorgeous view, isn’t it?”

The unexpected voice sent Sophie spinning around. She came face to face with an older woman, dressed in what looked rather like a French maid’s costume. The woman couldn’t have been younger than 65, her gray hair wound in a tight, severe bun at the nape of her neck. She was stooped and fleshy, but her face was not unkind. Sophie almost forgot her embarrassment at being so completely naked.

“Who are you?” she began. Then, “Where am I? What is this place?”

The woman chuckled gently. “So many questions, my dear. They will all be answered very soon. In fact, I am here to take you to the Master. He will put all your fears to rest.” The woman gestured for Sophie to follow her. “Don’t worry about being adana escort naked; you’ll find it’s quite common around here.”

Sophie couldn’t imagine what the old woman meant, but she followed her anxiously out of the room, eager for answers. Outside, she found a series of rooms and hallways, all made of glass. Most of the rooms were dark, however, and the few exceptions were lit only by candlelight, making it difficult to see into them. Sophie thought she could make out shapes moving in several of the rooms, but she couldn’t be sure.

Following the old woman down a glass corridor, she turned down another passage and found herself abruptly in a large, cavernous room with ceilings higher than the ones in her room. The space was lit with many candles which glowed on dozens of tabletops and bookshelves; a roaring fire crackled in a fireplace in the center of the room. The hardwood floor was covered with rich, expensive rugs, pillows, and blankets. Sophie picked her way through these until she came to the far side of the room. Seated in a leather armchair, next to a small, faint lamp, was the Master.

He was tall, she could see, with short, messy dark hair and a goatee. His eyes were framed by thick black glasses which reflected the flickering candlelight. He sat comfortably, a book held aloft in one hand, his legs stretched out on an ottoman before him, crossed at the ankles. He wore a dark pinstriped jacket over what Sophie could only guess were dark blue denim jeans. He wore black argyle socks on his feet; a pair of carelessly discarded loafers lay on the floor next to him.

After a moment, the man closed the book and, without looking up, addressed her by her full name. “Sophia Loreena McAndrews.” Her eyes widened with surprise and, admittedly, a little fear. “Y-yes, sir,” she managed, surprising herself with the respectful title.

The man looked up into her eyes. There was a gleam of playfulness in his eyes which she had not expected. Sophie felt instantly guilty and delighted at her nakedness, wishing only to please him. He looked so young, so innocent.

“I’ll wager you’re wondering why you’re here,” he said jovially, his accent a clipped Irish brogue. When he saw her nod, he smiled. “Well, my dear, relax. I’ll explain everything to you. Please, sit.”

He gestured to the blankets and pillows at his feet. Sophie sat obediently, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, a comment which produced within Sophie a distinct feeling of pleasure. “My dear, you are here because you, or someone you know, owed someone else a large sum of money.”

Sophie frowned. “But I don’t—”

“Let me continue.” eskişehir escort Although his voice was still calm and hadn’t raised a decibel, Sophie immediately found herself compelled to shut her mouth as instructed. “As I said, someone owed someone else money. I don’t know who—it simply isn’t my job to know. My only interest is you.”

Sophie’s eyes widened, and the man before her chuckled. “Yes, baby girl,” he said, rising quickly to his feet, “I settled a considerable debt in order to acquire you. The man with whom I conducted business felt you were well worth the financial relief. I think it’s safe to wager that it was his ass on the line, so to speak.”

As he allowed this information to digest, he crossed the room to a cabinet of liquor. Pouring brandy into two shallow glasses, he returned and sat, handing her a glass. As she reached for it, she revealed her breasts to the Master. Embarrassed, she covered herself with her free arm.

“No,” the Master said, taking a sip of his brandy. “Let me see them.”

Surprised at his forthrightness, Sophie let her arm fall to her side. Her full, round breasts sat so high on her chest that, to the untrained eye, they might have appeared to be artificially augmented. Her tiny pink nipples sat high on each globe, surrounded by flat, modest areolas.

Taking another sip, the Master gazed at them lasciviously. “I would have liked bigger nipples,” he said frankly, “but we can change that.”

Sophie frowned, but dared not ask how this was to be achieved.

“Other than that,” he continued, “your tits are simply phenomenal. Lie down, spread your legs. Let me see your pussy.”

Sophie blushed hard. Setting her drink on the floor beside her, she complied, spreading her thighs to reveal her fleshy cunt.

The Master smiled quietly. “Excellent,” he muttered. “It seems I chose well.”

Sophie heard the sound of a zipper, and looked up to see him leaning back in his chair, stroking a hard, massive cock. “Play with your pussy, Sophie,” he instructed calmly.

Blushing even harder, Sophie picked up the glass of brandy and guzzled every last drop. As a feeling of warmth crept into her bloodstream, she reached between her thighs and began to stroke her hood. It wasn’t long before her clit hardened almost painfully, and Sophie slid back her hood to reveal the tiny nub. Her wet pussy gleamed in the candlelight as she spread her fleshy lips with the other hand and dipped her fingers in her cunt. She brought her juices up to her clit and swirled her fingers around it, stroking it until her legs spasmed.

“Very good,” the Master murmured, his eyes riveted on her lewd display. sakarya escort “Play with your titties, there’s a good little girl.”

Sophie reached up with one hand and began groping her fleshy tits, stroking her nipples. “Jiggle them, baby girl,” he instructed. “Bounce them up and down. That’s it.”

She did so, placing one hand on top of her breast and shaking it vigorously. The gelatinous flesh jiggled and bounced erotically against her other breast, causing it too to sway back and forth atop her chest. Her other hand continued to stroke her clit more and more eagerly.

“Baby girl, I want you on all fours. I want your ass facing me and your thighs spread. There’s my good girl.”

Sophie rolled over and got on her hands and knees, her still-plugged ass thrust high in the air. “No,” he corrected, and Sophie felt a hand on her shoulder, pushing her down. “Face on the pillow.”

Sophie collapsed onto the pillow, crushing her massive tits underneath her. Her ass pointed up at the Master, the silicone plug still lodged in her inside. Suddenly Sophie felt the invading object begin to slide out. Her anus stretched to accommodate, but her bowels held on tightly, refusing to let go. Still, the Master was very insistent, and at last her asshole stretched unbelievably wide to release the massive foreign object. Once the largest width had passed her tight muscle, the plug slid quickly out. To Sophie’s utter humiliation, the silence was broken as gas noisily escaped her momentarily gaping hole, followed by something else; not solid but certainly not gaseous, it fell from her anus before it could close again. She screamed with embarrassment, struggling to lower her ass from the Master’s scrutiny.

To her surprise, he said nothing, but began working the plug back into her rectum. Sophie’s anus was growing accustomed to this, and it slid in much easier this time. He slid it back out, then back in again. This felt so good that Sophie’s pussy juices began to dribble down onto the blankets between her thighs.

At last he seemed satisfied, and he slid the plug back out. Her anus closed easily this time without any embarrassing faux pas. When she opened her eyes again, however, she found the Master kneeling before her. To her horror, he held the plug inches from her face, offering it to her. She didn’t know what to do and looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes.

“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he said softly. She felt compelled to do so, but humiliated all the same. All of the visible shit had been wiped off the plug when he had slid it repeatedly into her anus, but she knew it was still dirty. Still, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and accepted the plug. The taste made her gag, but she kept her mouth clamped around it. More like a ball hitch than a butt plug, it reminded her of the ball gag she had worn earlier that day.

“There’s a good girl,” the Master murmured, stroking her hair. “You’ve been very good tonight, except for one thing. You need to learn where to go to the bathroom.”

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