Odile Story Ch 01

She pushed her fingers roughly deeper and deeper into me, despite my distaste for her physical
appearance and to my shame, warm in my sex doubled, and I felt my face and my breasts blush.
Fingers stabbed at the mouth of sending a contraction of pleasure through my whole body my
uterus. My labia thickened around her fingers and my sex became wetter and wetter. My breath
came in short, urgent pants, and when the old woman withdrew her fingers, I wailed into her gag
and opened his eyes wide in shock. She brought me to the edge of shattering orgasm and then left
me in horrible agony.
The desire between her legs was unbearable, and when Mrs. Jarvinia grabbed one of my nipples
between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it harshly, the desire in me only intensified. My poor,
tormented sex was in desperate need of release.
And then suddenly my head was swimming in confusion when I looked at my older torturer, and
found that her long hair, which was completely snow white when I first bought it, now had many
sources to dark brown. Also, to my shock, her formerly thin lips plumped a much fuller. And her
skin, which was very unhealthy pallor, now married to a much healthier shade.
And when she raised her hand to lick your fingers away secretions that have appeared Boney or
twisted.
"I found my look of confusion, I enjoy my naked, helpless slave," said Mrs. Jarvinia mocking tone.
And rather than explain this mystery to me, she continued to bother me again, grabbed both my
breasts her strong hands and squeezed them painfully. And then realized that I already swollen
nipples and squeezed them hard between his thumb and forefinger. I whined naked and helpless and
bound propagation eagle as she continued to abuse their poor, vulnerable nipples, making them
even harder and do my naked sex pulse with higher intensity between the legs.
My nipples throbbed like a horrible woman continues to push and pull them to me whine and
complain. And then she called Gretel to her again. The girl had terror in their eyes, no doubt,
stressful, that her mistress could next turn its attention harmful to her instead of me.
"Lick my new slave between her legs," Ms. Jarvinia commanded: "And if you fail to do a proper job,
I'll take you guys out there and you'll both be whipped."
The girl was quick to listen and plunged his face into the most private part of his anatomy. I felt her
hand on my inner thighs and her hot breath on my pussy lips and for a moment wondered if he
would actually do such inappropriate, undignified thing as licking another girl's exposed sex.
But she was not the right lady. It was just naked, abused slave, and slaves have no right to decency
and dignity. And then, when the girl's tongue licked at my painfully swollen clit and I screamed into
the gag. She separated my labia with her tongue and then licked my pussy lips from my anus all the
way up to my hard, swollen clit, inflaming my wild desire even more.
I soon realized that Gretel was not there to give me sexual release, but rather keep me in a sexual
torment. Her tongue slide over my swollen, sensitive labia, and even brush my hot, turgid clitoris. As
her tongue rubbing clit I tried to lift hips into her face, forcing more contact, but the ropes held me
tight and could not move even an inch closer to the hips. I was totally helpless and at her mercy. My
clit was pounding and my desire sex dripping, but every time I heat reached a fever pitch, and I was
sure that the overwhelming orgasm was inevitable, Gretel to appeal his tongue back into his mouth.
Mrs. Jarvinia and Gretel held my intense heat that seemed to promise sexual fulfillment, Mrs.
Jarvinia cruelly abusing his poor throbbing pink nipples and Gretel stimulate my throbbing pink clit,
but the promise of sexual fulfillment was always denied.
I cried out to protest against the sexual misery, but with a leather gag in her mouth firmly attached,
my tormenters only sounds heard were pitiful moans and mewling.
My humiliating heat was such that a large part of my naked body broke out into a sweat, but my
tormenters continue to stoke the fire of my excitement. This was worse than anything that has ever
been done to me in the castle. Never in the castle had the anxiety felt so overwhelming. Never in the
castle had my captivity seemed so hopeless.
I burst into fresh tears and my body wracked with sobs barely audible and has blurred vision when I
watched the powerful, cruel hands Mrs. Jarvinia is viciously tweaking my poor, sensitive nipples and
roughly massaging her tortured defenseless breast like bread dough. And in these harsh, imperious
hand there was a silky, golden-blond hair Gretel spilling over my pelvis, while her pretty face was
buried in my wet, swollen, tortured sex.
Tears and sobs poured out of me without ceasing, as the two women continued to torment my
helpless, naked body and continued to deny me sexual relief. Both women saw me cry tears of
misery and frustration, but neither woman took pity on me and my poor suffering went on for several
hours.
When it was over, Mrs. Jarvinia behind Gretel and Gretel pushed naked sex. Gretel winced slightly,
but did nothing to protect themselves from the powerful, merciless hands of Mrs. Jarvinia is. Indeed,
Mary put her hands behind her in the act of filing. And even though in the beginning I focused on
the appearance of fear of Gretel's face, I soon became focused on something much more remarkable.
Mrs. Jarvinia hair was now completely discolored; Now it was shiny dark brown. And now her skin
looked as supple as a young girl. There was a slight blush on her cheeks and lips look much fuller
now.
I whimpered in misery, but stared in awe at the amazing changes that come across my mistress.
"Everything you need to know," the woman said in a cold and imperious tone, "is that you've just
suffered the fate of each slave i own suffering."
Gretel visibly trembled at these words, and suddenly I felt a wave of sympathy for this girl.
"It's a ritual of initiation for all new slaves. This may also be a penalty if you find that you have been
disobedient."
I was terrified that this appalling fate could befall me a second time, and in that moment I decided
that it was always obedient.
"Now I'm going to remove the gag," said the lady, "And I want to say" Thank you, Mrs. Jarvinia.
"When it's not exactly the words that come out of his mouth, then Gretel and start again troubled by
your hungry little mouths and the pink sensitive nipples. "
My wife undid the buckle and leather to remove the gag from his mouth and weak, the poor woman's
voice said with bated breath to thank Mrs. Jarvinia. The voice was so obedient, and so defeated that
at first I did not recognize her as his own.
"After being unbound, I will give you your lap, so you can be on your ass. This is also a ritual that all
of my new slaves must endure. A during this ritual will show obedience to me by holding hands
clasped in the small of the back and legs spread. And no matter how painful spanking, you think of a
breach position or plead for mercy for me, as I was displeased by such disobedience. "
I dreaded her displeasure and wanted to know what the punishment would be met for disobedience,
so when my wife untied from my slavery and sat on a chair that Gretel had brought her, I
immediately fell off the table and got to shake hands and feet Mrs. Jarvinia over his lap and spreads
legs as instructed, and then I folded my hands on the back and a little shaking, sadly awaiting their
inevitable fate.
I winced a bit as strong finger firmly pressed against my delicate little anus, but I did not break
position. Mrs. Jarvinia penetrated my poor ass, but when I whined said: "So my newest slave is
afraid of her tight, smooth, perfect pink anus is injected?"
"Ma'am, please," I said in a panicked voice, but strong, commanding voice spoke up and drowned
out my words. "No need to respond," she said, "but it's good for me to know that you're worried
about your tight little anus violated., If you ever do not like me I can give to Hansel. He is extremely
well endowed slave and I allowed him sexual relief than six weeks. He is desperate for sexual
release, and when I ordered him fill his tight anus with his swollen penis, he will like you to spear his
organ and a test for her little virgin hole for hours. "
I groaned at it and decided never like Mrs. Jarvinia. I would be a good, obedient slave for her always.
And then I felt Mrs. Jarvinia fingers on my buttocks, fiddling with my bruises and sore spots. "Her
ass is hard blushed," I heard her say Gretel. This means that it can make it a beating last quite a
long time. "
"I bring you paddle," naked slave asked her mistress, and I could almost hate the girl for it, but I
knew that if our roles were reversed, I would like to pick up the paddle to Mrs. Jarvinia could slap
Gretel.
"No, I blush butt with your bare hands," said Jarvinia with too much enthusiasm and anticipation in
his voice. "Now kneel there. Want you to watch. Odile To contribute to humiliation."
At the castle, I was always the butt with a paddle; However, Mrs. Jarvinia uses her bare hand. At
first I thought that it would hurt less, but Mrs. Jarvinia hands were strong and painful as each
paddle, and when I looked again and saw a blond slave girl witnessed my punishment, it makes me
feel more exposed and humiliated and degraded.
Mrs. Jarvinia ass hard and long as I was soon in terrible pain, even though I was not handcuffed or
tied and bound in any way, I felt as helpless as I always felt in my life. I tried to keep the position of
mistress commanded me. I stayed on my lap and held her legs apart and held his hands behind his
back, but I shudder with each blow and groaned and gasped in pain. I gritted my teeth and tried not
to beg for mercy.
Her hand seemed huge as she gave birth to a strong, sharp Spank after another, and I thought that I
could not stay much longer obedient. I was sure that soon the pain would be so overwhelming that I
would return from his lap to escape this painful attack or use his hands to protect his aching
buttocks.
But then, seconds before the pain became too much to say that my ass was now perfect color. I was
sobbing desperately at this point, and he ended up beating I was willing to do anything to make sure
that Mrs. Jarvinia never put me on my ass again like this. Then I was ordered off his lap and Mrs.
Jarvinia ordered Gretel to show me to my duties. And of course, Mary was told that if I performed his
duties poorly, as Gretel and I would be equally punished.