Another shift for Max

Bridget's eyes snapped open as an orgasm ripped through her body. Sleeping on a narrow bench with her legs spread wide and in the air would never be truly comfortable. She did however enjoy being woken with an orgasm, usually from having one of her master's employees use a dildo on her. Today, it was Randall, a squat balding man with a sour disposition.

"Up girl!" he barked waking a few of her fellow slaves. "It's time to wake the young master," he continued as he undid the cuffs keeping her legs as they were.

She sat up and got off the beach. Randall grabbed her roughly by the arm and led her to a pair of poles sticking up from the floor. He placed her between them and used the built-in cuffs to secure one wrist and ankle to each pole. He clapped his hands twice and a pair of serving girls approached and curtsied to him.

"Get her ready and be quick about it," he ordered as he handed them a piece of paper. Taking only a moment to read it, the two serving girls curtsied again and began their work.

First, they placed red open-toed, six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes on her feet. Then while one serving girl wrapped a short, black satin skirt with red lace trim around her waist and used the snaps at one side to keep it in place, the other serving girl put a matching half bra on the busty blonde. Next, the pink ball gag she wore was removed. Being a very experienced **** girl, Bridget kept her mouth open wide, and seconds later, a new red ball gag was put in place. While this was happening, the other serving girl had begun to gently brush the blonde's hair. Finally, they finished readying her by putting on dark red lipstick, a light layer of plush, and dark purple eye shadow.

Once the serving girls finished they turned to Randall and curtsied again, before dropping to their knees. The man quickly inspected their work, finding it satisfactory, he clipped a leash to the D-ring at the front of Bridget's black leather collar and undid the cuffs. "Come," he said as he gave a rough jerk on her leash.

A few minutes later, she was let into Max's bedroom, and her ball gag was loosened so she was able to push it from her mouth, leaving it dangling around her neck. She smiled at seeing her young master sleeping peacefully on his back, Danielle, his former classmate, and now **** curled up at his side. She lifted the covers at the foot of the bed and crawled in, being careful not to disturb her young master improperly. She was relieved that he had slept naked, removing clothing to wake one's owner, without waking them in the process was tricky and it was not uncommon for even very experienced **** girls to be punished for it.

She began to kiss and lick his flaccid cock until it quickly hardened, then wrapped her lips around it and began to slowly bob her head. She worked more and more of Max's cock into her skilled mouth until she heard him groan slightly, The covers flew back and she looked up at her young master, as he smiled down at her, and her fellow **** looked on with a look of awe in her eyes.

"Good morning, Bridget," Max said as he gripped her blonde hair.

"Good morning, Master Max," she said after briefly letting his cock slip from her mouth. After speaking, she immediately took his cock back into her mouth, this time working the entire thing into her mouth. When the need for air became too great, she pulled her head back, took a deep breath through her nose, and began rapidly bobbing her head, always ending by pressing her nose to his pelvis and allowing her throat to constrict around his cock.

Within minutes, his breath was ragged, and he writhed on the bed as his first orgasm of the day threatened to burst free. The grip of his right hand on her hair tightened, and his left hand cupped the base of her skull as he began to thrust his hips off of the bed. "Fucking Christ!" he shouted through gritted teeth, **** to let the moment last as long as possible.

"Fuck my face! Fuck my face and feed me your cum! Please, Master Max," Bridget thought as she expertly took the throat fucking, and like the well-trained **** she was, kept her blue eyes trained on her master making sure he was enjoying her mouth.

"BRIDGET!" he screamed as he pulled down on her head with all his might and his hips shot off the mattress. Thick hot rope after thick hot rope of cum erupted from his cock, which the blonde **** eagerly swallowed.

After his orgasm finally subsided, he lay breathing heavily on the bed. He looked down at Bridget when he heard her make a sound that was half moan, and half purr as she slowly let his softening cock from her mouth. "Thank you for giving me so much cum, Master Max," she said with a smile. Max smiled back at her before patting her head.

"Good girl," was all he said before looking over at his clock. He would need to get dressed soon. He did not doubt that the breakfast he had ordered the night before would be waiting for him soon, fresh, hot, and cooked to perfection. He opened a drawer on his nightstand and dug around until he found two green tags. He clipped onto the front D-ring of each of the two **** girls' collars, drawing a smile from Bridget and a look of confusion from Danielle.

"Come on girls," the squat balding man said as he placed the ball gag back in Bridget's mouth. "Your master sees fit to reward you," he continued as he joined their collars with a three-foot chain, and then led them both away by Bridget's collar.

After dressing in a pair of denim shorts, and a red polo with the silhouette of a bent-over **** girl and the words "Condree **** Traders Inc," in black on the left side of the chest, Max went down to the kitchen and found one of the **** girls just putting his plate on the table. Two eggs, cooked over easy, both yokes flawlessly intact, two pieces of whole wheat toast, two sausage links, and a tall travel mug filled with an expertly made caramel-vanilla latte made with oat milk. He found it perfectly satisfactory.

After eating, he grabbed the travel mug, which he had only light-sipped on, and drove to work. When he arrived he used his I.D. badge to enter the building and was greeted by Jennifer with a smile. "Good morning, Mister Condree."

"Good morning, Jennifer," he said as he hit the footswitch in front of her desk that brought the vibrator in her cunt to life. The vibrator was on a pole that rose from the floor and could be adjusted to fit nearly any **** girl. "Is Jamal in yet?"

"I haven't seen him yet, Sir, but it is possible he arrived before I was brought in," she said as she gave a slight moan from the powerful device.

"Well, no orgasm for you," Max said as he removed his foot from the switch. Without another word, he made his way to the receiving and loading area. When he got there he was surprised to see that it was empty. He didn't have to wait long before Jamal walked in with a beaming smile on his face.

"Young Blood, it's not often someone other than your uncle, Jennifer, and Miss Fuck Toy beat me in," he laughed. "I love to see it."

"How long before the first truck gets in?" Max asked with a laugh of his own.

"Pulling in now, and right on time, here come the rest of the boys," Jamal answered as he caught the sound of laughing men coming down the hall.

"Hey, Jamal, Young Blood, good morning," one of the men said as they entered the loading bay.

"Morning Rick," the two said together.

A few short minutes later, the first truck of the day backed into the loading dock. When Jamal opened the door Max smiled at the site before him. A trailer with every one of its bunks holding a **** sack of varying colors, and inside the **** sacks, future **** girls. Working in pairs the men quickly unloaded the truck and set the ****'s down so they stood in a line. Anchoring them wasn't necessary. None of them wanted to fall onto the hard floor, unable to catch herself.

"Show us what you've learned, Young Blood," Jamal said with a smile.

"Alright," he said as he began walking down the line of **** sacks, looking for the one that would take the extra second to look away, or the one that would dare meet his eye. At the far end of the line, he found her. A tall brunette with natural wavy hair, and light brown eyes. "This one," he said pointing at her.

"Okay," Jamal laughed. He and the other men took each of the future slaves out of their sacks and placed them into single gloves and spreader bars. They then hooked their single gloves to chains hanging from the ceiling. Once this was done, a crank was turned that raised their arms behind their backs and **** them to bend over. Finally, two sets of nipple clamps were placed on each ****'s breasts. One, end on each nipple the other anchored to the floor and pulled taught, forcing them to look at an adjustable iron bar that ran across the room.

"Where did these come from anyway, Jamal?" Max asked as he and Jamal carried the wavy-haired brunette over the iron bar. They adjusted it to the proper height with the press of a button, then, they took the doomed brunette from her sack, and Jamal **** her over the bar. She struggled, of course, but she was no match for the strength of the large muscular man.

"Picked up from the little towns outside the city walls mostly," Jamal answered as he held the woman in place. "This one, if I'm not mistaken, was a bikini model. One of our boys got her after a shoot at the beach."

"Well," Max began with a laugh as he locked a spreader bar around her ankles. "it's a good thing all you need to be a model is to be tall with a slim waist, big tits, and a nice smile," he continued as he placed her wrists in cuffs in the middle of the spreader bar.

"Yeah, you got that right kid," one of the other workers laughed as he flicked the chains of one of the other future ****'s nipple clamps making her whine in protest. "No brains required."

Max smiled as he went to the wall and grabbed one of the darkly colored wooden paddles from its hook. The paddle was long enough to strike both sides of a **** girl's ass with a single swat. He then opened a drawer of Jamal's desk and took out a red leather **** collar. "I'll give you one chance to prove models have a brain, do you want this, Cum Rag?" he asked as he showed the brunette the collar that would soon be around her lovely neck. Her answer was a growl of hatred into her gag.

"Looks like you did pick the feisty one, Young Blood," Jamal said in an amused tone. He was eager to see what Max would do next.

"Hey, Jamal, did my uncle ever tell you what my grandpa calls a paddle?"

"No, I don't think so. How is the old man anyway he's what, a hundred and twenty now?"

"Yeah, he's loving his semi-retirement. Anyway, he calls paddles 'attitude adjusters.' See he's no lover of The Amazons, but, he does at least see their point regarding paddles," he said as he pressed the paddle against the brunette's ass.

"This, I've got to here," Jamal said with a laugh as he glanced over at his team.

"Years of experience have taught him that nothing makes a misbehaving **** change her ways and obey faster than a good hard paddling. Likewise, at least in his opinion, nothing changes a soon-to-be former free woman change her attitude about wearing a collar."

"Kid's got a point," one of Jamal's team said just before the first crack of the paddle sounded. The brunette gave a muffled scream and the other women looked away. Each was grateful it was not her that had been paddled. Each hoped they would get a chance to accept the life of a collared **** girl as the brunette did. Each of them would gladly accept.

Again and again, the paddle struck the brunette's quickly reddening ass. After each swat, she screamed again and her legs began to quiver. Max smiled as he tossed the collar down on the ground in front of the brunette. She would be paddled until she was ready to accept her future, a future that would sit just out of her reach until she begged for it. By the twelfth swat, the brunette was screaming into her gag. Max was sure she was pleading for her collar. He decided she would get twelve more swats.

"I bet that pretty red collar is looking real good about now isn't it, Cum Rag?" Max asked once the prescribed number of swats had been given. The brunette grunted into her gag and nodded her head. All of the men laughed as Max picked up the collar. "Well, Cum Rag, what do you say?" he asked as he removed the gag with one hand, and held the collar up to the brunette's face.

"P,p, please let me be your ****, Master," she sobbed, only to be slapped across the face by the young man.

"What's your name girl?" he asked.

"Miran...." she began to answer before getting slapped again.

"What is your name girl?" Max asked again.

"Mir...." another slap across the face.

"Answer correctly, or you'll get another fifty with this," Max said as he used the paddle to lift the brunette's chin, forcing her to look at him. "What is your name girl?" A look of panic came to her face, then a light of recognition.

"Cum Rag, Master, my name is Cum Rag," she sobbed, and Max wrapped the collar around her neck and buckled it in place.

"Let's see if you can live up to your name," he said as he **** the red rubber ball back into Cum Rag's mouth, then buckled it tight. He walked around behind Cum Rag making sure she saw that he once again held the dreaded paddle. She began to sob again, fearing more painful swats to her already sore, bruised ass. Unbeknownst to Cum Rag, Max had lowered his pants and was inspecting her pussy. "My, my, my, the paddle sure got you wet," he said before plunging his cock into her drawing a gasp of surprise.

"Goddamn! Young Blood's a prodigy I swear to God!" Jamal laughed as he watched the man that he would likely work for one day, fuck the newly collared Cum Rag.

"Look at them!" Max yelled as he grabbed Cum Rag's hair and **** her to look at the line of soon-to-be **** girls in front of her. "Show them what life is like when a **** behaves herself.

"GRRRAAAHHH!" Cum Rag screamed into her gag, the pain, the humiliation, the shame, the young man's cock seemingly hitting every sensitive spot in her pussy. Her entire body reddened as she came hard and her pussy involuntarily clenched around the young man's cock, attempting to milk him of his cum.

"That a good girl, Cum Rag. Start enjoying your new life!" he said as he picked up his pace, intensifying Cum Rag's orgasm, and making her scream into her gag. The damn had burst and for Cum Rag it was like one never-ending orgasm. Her mind went blank and her eyes rolled back into her head, even the pain she felt in her ass each time Max's hips slammed into it added to the continual pleasure she was feeling.

"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" Jamal and the others chanted encouraging the young man.

Cum Rag wasn't sure how long she had been lost in her trance of pleasure but she was snapped out of it by her master's primal roar of pleasure, and the feeling of his cum filling her well fucked pussy as Jamal and the other men applauded and hollered their approval.

Jamal grabbed a black leather collar and held it up to the face of a green-eyed blonde standing perfectly still in her sack. She looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears. "Would you like this around that pretty neck of yours, Sugar Tits?" he asked. Sugar Tits enthusiastically nodded her head. She was removed from the sack, revealing her naked body to the men. She did not attempt to fight or cover herself. She only sank to her knees with the slightest bit of encouragement from the men that held her and pressed her throat against the padded inside of the collar she was offered.