"Why don't you crawl over here and show me what a good you are?"

"Y-yes, master." Diana stumbled over that word, ''master'' but in a way that no one seemed to notice. She fell to her knees, and started to crawl across the hard ground of the balcony, she made sure to move her hips from side to side, just as she knew that Gordon liked her to do. Her breasts swayed as she moved, and the clit ring touched her bud, making her moist and eager in anticipation of what was to come. Part of her recoiled, as it always did, and even though she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she approached, there was a hint of **** in her movements. Shame and humiliation rose up inside of her soul.

I am crawling towards a guy naked, Diana thought to herself, I am going to blow him, and then he's probably going to fuck me. And if he asks me to, I'll beg him to keep going.

Is this really what I've become?

As she approached him, Gordon undid his pants, allowing them to fall around his legs, he stepped free, his cock was already hard, its tip was eager, waiting for her to reach it. Diana shuddered, but kept going, her eyes were on the ground, and she tried to pretend she wasn't about to do what she knew she was.

She reached him, legs curling around herself, her hands cupped his member, feeling the heat of it, the power that it contained. Gordon was big, bigger than average by far, and she knew that he had fucked half of the female college population at this point. Sometimes, he made her sit and watch, or even join in if his partner was into that sort of thing.

She ran her hands up and down his shaft, Gordon made a sound of approach, his member straining, becoming even harder, She felt it shifting in her hands, her heart leapt, and her own arousal started to prickle her womanhood. She knew that she was wet, but she couldn't help it. One of her hands fondled his sack as she pressed her head forwards, opening her mouth to allow his cock entrance. His member swelled as she closed her mouth around it, her tongue gently stroking the glans, darting back and forth. She tasted his cum on it. The taste made her **** to continue, as though she had any right to back out now!

Using her tongue, she stared to lick and stroke his cock, fondling it in her mouth as she moved her head back and forth. Her lips played across his length, and she started to suck on him too. Her hands kept playing with his sack, just as he had always told her. She wasn't to have a single hand free whenever she was pleasuring him, he was the sum total of her existence, and she was merely a tool to make him cum. It was a stinging denouncement of her person hood, but also accurate in the eyes of the world.

"Ahh" Gordon groaned, his head arching back as he felt the play of her lips on his cock. "That feels good, don't stop ****."

She couldn't speak to reply, her mouth was full, but that didn't stop him from reaching down and pinching her nipple. Diana jumped, her whole body shivered in sudden pain, as well as a rush of pleasure. She knew better than to stop, and kept servicing him even as his cruel fingers twisted and teased her nipples, stretching them out and grinding against them, pulling them and twisting them. Sometimes, he used the nipple rings, and sometimes he just used his hands. Diana felt her breasts protesting, her nerves screamed, but she had no right to tell him to stop, no matter what he did, no matter how much she wanted it to be otherwise, she was loyal to him.

He came a moment later, his cock filled her mouth with his seed, which she gulped down, swallowing reluctantly even as it made her face burn with shame.

As soon as it was clear she had drunk it all, Gordon ordered her to stand up, and then pressed her body into the railing around the balcony. Diana squeaked, the cold metal pressed against her breasts, she could feel the heat of his body as he came up behind her.

"Spread your legs, slut." He said, his voice in her ear. "Show me how much you want it."

"Y-yes master!" Diana spread her legs as far as she could, exposing her womanhood, feeling the tears prickling her eyes. Gordon could see how wet she was, how much her womanhood was waiting for this. The tip of his cock pressed against the outer lips of her pussy, making her swallow with nervous anticipation.

"You really are wet, aren't you Diana?" He said to her.

"Yes master!" She cried out even as she felt her face burn.

"You're really soaking."

"I am master!"

He chuckled, "You're not my equal in any way, are you? You're just an enslaved slut, a whore who is going to be fucked by anyone and everyone until the world grows bored of you and throws you away. That's your fate, isn't it?"

"It is, master..." Diana felt the tears rolling down the side of her face.

"What are you?"

"I'm a slut!"

"And?"

"A whore!"

"Are you my equal?"

"Never!"

"That's good to hear."

Diana's body clenched, her muscles went tight as she felt him begin to move into her, his cock pressing aside her lower lips, spreading her labia as it filled her up. She tried to hold in the sounds, but she couldn't, her nerves light up one by one as his cock filled her.

Then he started to move, back and forth, thrusting into her body. The motion turned her legs to jelly, her clit screamed for attention, heat swamped her chest and breasts, and she felt herself pushed into the fence harder with each thrust. She was moving, matching his pattern, back and forth, her body grinding against his cock even if she didn't want it to. She couldn't help but moan, the sound tearing itself free of her throat as he fucked her.

His hands snaked around her chest, finding her breasts, his fingers splayed, teasing her nipples, making her whole body shudder in pleasure. Diana felt her head swimming, some part of her was screaming, but her flesh knew nothing but pleasure. She felt Gordon between her legs, his cock filling her up, driving her closer and closer to the climax she knew was coming. The grinding motion became her whole world, her pussy gripped him tightly, the friction of it made her light headed each time he entered her. he was speeding up, moving faster, his hands teased her chest, finding her nipples and grinding them against his fingers, twisting and toying with them in ways that made her breath catch in her throat.

She moaned. Her spine arched, pleasure lashed through her body, every nerve screaming as Gordon fucked her pussy, his cock entering her again and again, making her lose control of herself, just like he always did.

Suddenly, a wave of pain lashed through her as well, David had slapped her breast!

"You're nothing!" He said to her, moving faster and faster in his excitement, he slapped her again, making her chest jiggle, her nipples burned red.

"Just a whore! Just a failure!"

He was moving faster and faster, Diana's head was swimming, pleasure and pain mixed and flowed together, she desperately tried to think, but it was hard, her mind was coming apart under the feeling.

"You thought you were as good as me, but look at you now!"

He didn't bother to pull out as he came, his cock filled her with cum, pumping it into her as he finally dragged himself free. Some of it dripped from her entrance, to her shame.

"A whore with cum spilling from her pussy." Gordon said in satisfaction,"And that's all that you're ever going to be."

He didn't even bother to ask if she had climaxed. He didn't care. He had, and that was all that mattered. He looked at her for a moment, and seemed to be coming to some sort of decision.

He reached into his bag and drew out a rulebook.

"Shall we go and see how your sister is doing?"

"N-No..." Diana said.

"Are you refusing my orders, Diana?"

"No master! I would never! I-it's just... I don't want Lisa to see me like this..."

"How cute. Dignity. But we'll have to strip that from you, oh yes. Come, ****. It's time to meet up with your sister and your best friend."