Utter Servitude

Broadus cinched the collar tighter, until it was uncomfortably constrictive. Elizabeth gasped, causing Broadus to smile. She had a thick alligator clamp fastened to each nipple. She had a clothespin fastened to her clit. She had a cursive scrawl tattooed above her mons venus reading 'Broadus'. And if that didn't sell the point enough, she had a large tattoo on her ass, reading "Property of", a large barcode, and "Master Broadus."

She knew the taste of every inch of Broadus by now. The soles of his feet. His ass. His cock. His balls. The flabby underside of his gut. His frequently chicken-grease stained fingers. His armpits. The beauty queen was an utterly debased, three-holed **** of Broadus.

He'd threatened to share her out, or pimp her out, but hadn't acted on it. He slapped his big slab of fuckmeat on her asscheeks ominously.

"Beg," he ordered simply.

"Beg?" she said, the collar so tight it barely came out as a whisper. "Where?"

"Where do you think, ****?"

She thought for a minute. Maybe her throat? Maybe he wanted to make her gag on him, restrict her already constricted airflow. Or her pussy. He'd been threatening to breed her too. Or her ass. He'd been buttfucking her almost constantly lately.

"Ass," she whispered. "Please, buttfuck me Master Broadus. Please, I deserve no more than to be the lowest of girls for you."

"You're damn right about that," he said. "All right, **** ... ass it is." She was lubed and cleaned, as she was required to be for Broadus. He entered her, unceremoniously, but the shock of it and the meager air flow almost made her pass out. He pounded his **** hard and fast, his balls slapping her cunt noisily, and he breathed and grunted over her animalistically. And it was in that moment that her headspace entered the submissive territory, mewling as she came from the ****, as her owner, the man that had finagled her away from Antoine, made sure she knew where she belonged, and where she would always belong. He roared, filling her ass with his cum, and then finally, mercifully, loosened her collar. She breathed noisily, gasping for her.

"You should go fix dinner for the children," he said, fixing his underwear and going back to work, as if the last half hour hadn't happened at all.