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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Complete subservience is the greatest gift a woman can give. Whether it is to your Master or your Mistress, submit fully and embrace every moment of pain, humiliation, and depravity they heap upon you. True happiness is found in complete slavery.

—The Epistle of Xiu 1:1

Korina Stavros

“I have to pee so bad,” Fiona muttered, gazing longingly at the bathroom. Master and Mistress were still in there.

I squeezed my thighs. “Me, too.”

Mistress moan drifted through the door. It sounded like they were having a good time.

“Maybe we can go in there?” Fiona whispered.

I nodded. “I’m not sure I can hold it any longer.”

They had been in there for so long. Who knows how much longer they would be. I didn’t think I was going to be able to hold it any longer. Would they be mad? Being a sex slave was such a new experience. Yesterday, I had simply been a waitress struggling to make ends meet, and now I was the toy of the most amazing man and most beautiful woman in the world.

“You’re smiling,” giggled Fiona. “You’re thinking about them, aren’t you?”

I nodded. “We’re so lucky to serve them. They chose me, you, and Xiu. We’re better than Wanda, Hannah, and Ingrid.”

“Ingrid always thought she was the shit!” Xiu laughed. She was still tied up on the floor, the beer bottle shoved up her ass. I never knew just how dirty a slut she was. Then again, I didn’t realize how dirty I was. Some of the things I did last night were still blowing my mind. I had never used my big boobs to fuck a guy before. It was a lot of fun; I hoped Master wanted another titty-fuck.

“Master didn’t say we couldn’t use the restroom,” Fiona pointed out.

I nodded, my bladder screaming for release. “Let’s go.”

I almost ran to the bathroom, stepping over the bound Xiu, and Fiona was hot on my heels. I grabbed the door knob and threw the door open. Master and Mistress were in the Jacuzzi, Mistress straddling Master’s waist and riding him hard.

She gasped as I raced in and plopped on the toilet. My pee flowed immediately, and a great, big sigh of relief escaped my lips as my urine streamed out of me, emptying my bladder. I glanced at them and Mistress was gaping at me over Master’s shoulder.

“Well, she’s not shy,” Master commented.

“Sorry, Master,” I apologized, rising up to wipe my pussy clean. Master watched and that made me grew a little wet. “I really had to go.”

“I have to go, too, Master,” Fiona said, shifting her weight.

“Oh, of course,” Mistress said in exasperation.

I flinched, knowing I was in trouble. I stepped aside to let Fiona take my place.

“Stop, sluts!” Mistress ordered. “Korina, you can’t just walk in and pee in front of your Mistress! Especially when I’m making love with Mark.”

I flinched even harder, her green eyes boring into me. “Sorry, Mistress.”

“Get in the shower,” she ordered. “For your punishment, Fiona is going to pee on you.”

I felt sick, but I obeyed without hesitation. I wanted to be a good slut, and a good slut does whatever her Master or Mistress commands no matter how sick or degrading.

Fiona, with an evil grin, squatted over me. Through her open legs I could see Master and Mistress watching intently, bringing an excited blush to my cheeks. A yellow stream of urine shot out of Fiona urethra and splashed on my face. I flinched, closing my eyes as urine soaked my hair and face, running down to my large breasts and stomach.

“Oh fuck, that’s disgusting,” Mistress panted. “Korina, you’re a dirty whore!” Water sloshed in the Jacuzzi as Mistress rode Master’s cock. “Dirty, nasty pee slut! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

“I thought pee was disgusting,” Master chuckled. “You’re little pussy seemed to love it, Mare.”

“Oh, it is,” Mistress panted. “So disgusting. What are you, Korina?”

“A dirty, nasty pee slut,” I answered Mistress, my eyes stinging.

“Yes, you are!” she moaned. “Isn’t that so hot?”

“Yeah,” Master grunted. “Christ, I never got off on watersports before, but watching a woman getting degraded like this is so hot!”

Excitement fluttered through me. If being degraded like this made Master and Mistress excited, then I would let anyone piss on me. I opened my lips, letting the acrid pee splash in my mouth, swallowing it, reveling it in. My pussy became so wet.

“Such a dirty slut,” grunted Master. “Drink all her dirty pee!”

Fiona’s stream died to just a few drips splashing on my cheeks.

“Pee sluts thank their providers with their mouths!” Mistress barked. “Lick that dirty pussy, pee slut!”

Fiona gasped as I licked her cunt, swiping up her pee, Master’s cum, and her pussy juices. Mistress and Fiona had very similar features, both had red hair, though Mistress’s was a dark auburn and Fiona’s was a light strawberry-blonde. Both had freckled faces and breasts. Fiona’s tits were larger, and her nipples were a dark red versus the dusky pink of Mistress’s nipples. I could almost pretend I was licking my Mistress’s pussy.

“Holy shit! I’m cumming!” groaned Master.

“Were you thinking about peeing on Korina?” Mistress asked.

“Yeah.”

I wanted Master to pee on me if that would make him happy. I would stare up at him, his cock dangling before me, and let him shower me in piss.

“Me, too,” Mistress confided. “You still can’t pee on me. Only the sluts!” Master laughed “Hungry?”

“Yeah, let’s get some room service,” Master answered. “We don’t need to leave Seattle for a few hours.”

“Fiona, make sure Korina washes her hair three times,” Mistress ordered. “I don’t want a trace of pee on her.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Fiona panted, writhing on my tongue working deep in her tasty cunt. It was almost as good as licking Mistress’s wonderful pussy.

I kept licking and sucking, finding every last trace of pee and cum, swallowing them down. I loved it. I was a pee slut! And a pussy slut! I made love to Fiona’s cunt as fiercely as I could, wanting to make her cum. It’s what I was ordered to do.

And I was a good slut.

“That’s it, pee slut!” Fiona hissed. “Such a dirty bitch!”

I was!

“Lick my pussy. Make me cum!”

Her hips writhed on my face, her breasts heaving as her body quaked. Wonderful juices flooded my mouth and I drank them down, savoring her tart flavor and the feel of fiery hair against my cheeks. She gave a few, shuddering gasps, then leaned against the shower wall, panting.

“Umm, that was great, pee slut.”

“Now you have to wash me,” I grinned. “And my pussy is so dirty.”

* * *

Xiu Liu

Mistress and Master walked naked from the bathroom, their bodies still a little damp, Fiona’s passionate cries echoing behind them. I smiled up at them, wiggling in my restraints and enjoying the beer bottle shoved up my ass. It hurt, and the pain made my pussy so wet. I so wanted to touch it, but I couldn’t. My bladder was full, another humiliating discomfort I had to endure, another sensation making my pussy wet.

I loved being tied up!

The bed creaked as Mistress sat on it. I strained my head to look at her. She put on her beautiful engagement ring, admiring it with a happy smile on her face. She was so lucky to have the love of Master. He was such a great man.

“I think you need your pussy cleaned, Mare,” Master said as he stood over me, his cock half-hard.

A nasty smile crossed Mistress’s lips. “What should I use?”

To my utter delight, Master grabbed me, lifting me easily. I was tiny and, despite my huge tits, I only weighed 93 lb. He threw me on the bed before Mistress; her legs spread and dripping Master’s white cum. Master shoved me forward so my face was buried in her messy snatch, and he smacked my ass hard.

“Start licking, slut.”

“Thank you, Mark,” Mistress moaned as I eagerly lapped at her dirty pussy,

I savored the taste of cum and her sweet, spicy juices, digging deep into her pussy to get ever last bit of Master’s seed. Mistress’s hand grabbed my hair, pulling hard—so wonderful—and worked my face around her pussy, guiding where she wanted me to lick her. It was easier to hold my bladder when I had a delicious pussy to eat.

“Hi, room service,” Master said into the hotel’s phone. “Yeah, can you send up five hamburgers, fries, and some bottles of beer up to our room.”

Mistress guided me to her clitoris; my tongue flicked rapidly across her bud as she squealed in delight. I loved pleasuring my Mistress. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and Master was the most powerful man. And I was allowed to serve them. Me. An immigrant from China. America truly was the land of opportunity.

“How do you want your burger, Mare?”

“Oh, um, medium rare,” she panted.

“Yeah, all five medium rare. Yeah, that’s fine for the beer. Okay, good. We’re working up quite an appetite. And can you send up a cute girl to deliver it.”

Mistress laughed.

“Really. All your wait staff are guys or fat chicks?” Master sighed. “What about that hot night concierge.” Master chuckled. “You’re right. The middle of the day. No, no. You clearly don’t sound like a hot chick. All right, just send up the food.” The phone clattered as he hung it up.

“I guess you can’t have everything,” Mistress purred.

“Well, I have enough women up here to satisfy me,” he chuckled. “Barely.”

He climbed on the bed, straddling my legs. Then he ripped the beer bottle out of my ass; I moaned in disappointment. I loved that—

His cock buried into my ass hard and brutal, bringing tears to my eyes. I loved it. The pain went straight to my pussy, taking my passions from a simmer to a full burn. He pounded me without mercy. Master knew what I loved, and he gave it to me.

How could I ask for a better Master?

I worshiped my Mistress’s pussy with my mouth, and let my ass worship my Master’s cock. His every thrust was rapture mixed with agony. I gasped and moaned into her pussy, my tongue licking and sucking.

“Such a fucking whore!” Master growled. “Your ass is so tight. You love it when I fuck your unlubed ass!”

I wanted to tell him how much I loved his pounding cock, but my mouth was full of delicious pussy. So I moaned loudly.

“Yeah, you love it! You’re a dirty slut! I love it. I love all my dirty sluts!”

Master loved me.

My orgasm exploded through me, my asshole clenching around his cock, my muscles fighting to keep my bladder under control. I gasped and moaned into Mistress, and her hands pulled me so tight into her pussy I was almost drowning. What a wonderful way to go, suffocating in Mistress’s pussy while Master painfully fucks my ass.

“Oh, fuck!” Mistress groaned. “Eat my cunt! Oh, yes! Thank you, Mark! Thank you for giving me all these delightful sluts to use and abuse!”

I drank every drop of pussy juices that flooded her cunt when she exploded. I didn’t want waste a single iota. Every last particle was precious and I was so fortunate that my unworthy mouth was allowed to imbibe her fluids.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Master grunted. “I love it when a slut cums on my cock!”

“Flood her ass. The little whore wants it! Don’t you!”

She let go of my head. “Yes, Mistress. I do! Even though my ass is unworthy of you.”

He buried into me, then erupted with three wonderful, hot blasts of cum. He grunted in his satisfaction, his body collapsing atop mine as he panted and groaned. I squeezed my bowels on his softening cock, loving the filthy feel of cum buried inside me.

The bathroom door opened and Fiona and Korina giggled.

“You fucked her good, huh, Master?” Fiona asked.

“Yes, I did.” Master sounded so proud, and joy filled me. I was their slut.

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Doug Allard – South Hill, WA

I turned onto Brandon’s street of Shaw Road, driving past the expensive houses. I parked on the crub a few houses down from my employer’s house. I blinked in surprise. Brandon’s care was parked in front of his next-door neighbors. I studied the car. There was someone in the driver’s seat. I grabbed my door handle, about to go out and speak to my employer, when I realized it was a woman with curly, brown hair in his car.

I frowned; I was pretty sure that was Brandon’s BMW, but I guess there could be more than one black, 7-series in this neighborhood. I sat back and watched Brandon’s house. Mark’s Mustang wasn’t in the driveway, and I wondered if he had moved on. He had been up in Seattle and Anacortes yesterday.

Well, there was nothing I could do but watch and wait.

The woman in the BMW did the same.

I had been on enough stakeouts to recognize one. Who the fuck was this woman? Curious, I ran her license plate through the DOL website. It came back as Brandon’s car. Did he hire another PI? What was going on? I felt out of the loop, so I gave him a call.

“Hey, Mr. Fitzsimmons, it’s Doug.”

“Hi,” he answered.

“So, I’m staking out your house and there’s a woman watching it in your car. What’s going on?”

Brandon chuckled. “She’s going to ruin Mark’s day and put this entire mess to bed.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. “Is it…” I trailed off realizing I shouldn’t know about anything illegal if this all blows up.

“She’s a nun who specializes in what Mark is. She knows how to…evade his gas.”

“I see.” A nun? I had an inkling that something supernatural was going on with Mark. “Is she going to exorcise him?”

“Something like that,” Brandon chuckled. “He’ll go to jail for all the shit he’s pulled and I’ll have my wife back.”

“You sound different than last time we spoke. More like yourself.”

“She set me free this morning. I was under that bastard’s control. One of his Thralls, but she freed me.”

“So, eh, what do you want me to do?”

“Watch,” Brandon growled. “I want to make sure she takes down Mark. And I want to hear all the details.”

“Alright,” I sighed. “As long as it’s not illegal or nothing.”

“No, no. Perfectly legal. And I’ll see that you are handsomely paid.”

My stomach told me to get out, but damn if I didn’t want that money. “Okay. I’ll keep watching.”

I hung up. As long as I didn’t see anything illegal, it would be fine. And if I did, well, then I’ll be reporting to the cops. No way I’m going down for Brandon Fitzsimmons.

To be continued…

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