Multiple orgasms, until she can barely think.

She gives a cute little squeak when I push her onto her bed, but other than kick her legs a little there's just not much she can do chained up like this. I position her face down on the bed with her ass raised up and her legs spread wide, so I have an unobstructed view of her backside. Damn she looks good like this. It is all I can do to keep from pulling down my pants and fucking that sweet young ass right now.

“Now that's going to earn me a big fat paycheck.” I tell her as I climb onto the bed behind her. “There are a lot of very rich men who'll pay well for a pretty white ass like that to fuck.” She jerks a little when she feels my hand cup her upraised cheek, but she doesn't try to pull away. “Especially if it's a young American virgin that they get to despoil.”

“What do you mean?” Alison cranes her head back to look at me with her beautiful doe eyes, “What does it matter if I'm from the States?”

“You can still pick up Asian and African girls easily enough if you know who to ask,” I let my imagination run wild as a rub her ass and regurgitate all the crap I've read about on the internet, “even blonde, white girls from Eastern Europe are pretty easy to buy.” By now her labia are dripping with juices and when my fingers slip between them, she moans softly and wiggles her ass. I don't know if it the heavy metal chain wrapped around her arms and neck, the feeling of helplessness, or my bullshit about the **** market that has her worked up, but whatever it is she is already close to cumming. “For the most part though, the only American pussy you can buy on the dark web are strung out heroin addicts who've been turning tricks for hits so long now their pussies are all but used up.”

“You're going to sell me!?!” I seems that this captive of mine is starting to understand how dire her situation really is. “I thought you were going to keep me for yourself.” I concentrate on getting her closer for the next thirty seconds or so and I wait until she's right on the edge before I respond.

“Would you like that better?” I ask even as I tease her clit, “Would you rather be my personal sex **** than be sold to some harem in the Arab Emirates or North Africa?”

“Oh God!” The first small climax washes over her and her head presses down into the pillow to muffle her scream. When she lifts it again her eyes find mine and there is a new desperation in her words. Her small hands pull at the chain that encircles her neck, “I'm a good girl, I can't be a ****!” Her eyes find mine and her begging drops to a barely audible whisper. “Can't you just let me go? Please?”

“That's not how it works, Honey.” With a soft push I roll her onto her back and lift her chained arms over her head to get access to her tits. “Your ripe young body belongs to men now. From now, your only job is to be pleasing to men.” I could use the tail end of the chain to fasten her to the bedframe, but I don't bother. She seems perfectly willing to stay in this new position as I start sucking and nibbling on her tits. It doesn't take long before I slide my hand down between her legs and start rubbing her again and her back arches upwards pressing her breasts into my face even as she begs me to stop.

“Oh Please! Not again.” But I do make her cum again as I suck on her tits, and then one final time using my tongue on her clit as I finger her pussy and stroke the outside of her puckered asshole. By this point her begging is just a collection of whimpers, whines and gasps interspersed with needy moans. The poor girl is covered with sweat is barely able to speak when I finally let her come down from the final orgasm.

Only when I unlock the chain from her neck and carefully loosen the coils of gleaming steel from around her arms is she able to form a complete coherent sentence.