status

so i know i’ve told you about how Harpo abducted me, and how the first 24 hours were too scary, because i had every reason to believe i was in the hands of a psychopath, and i truly didn’t know what would happen to me. but when he told me i was free to leave at any time, and that he had  merely wanted to help me realize my abduction fantasy in the most realistic way possible, i was really not terribly upset with him, and i let him fuck me again… he had raped me the night before, but now it wasn’t rape and i enjoyed it quite a lot… letting my rapist fuck me again, but this time consensually.

one thing led to another and Harpo mentioned that i did not have to leave, that i was welcome to stay in his basement as his slave for s long as i wanted, but i would have to do everything he told me to, and any disobedience would be strictly and severely punished.

Harpo was always perfectly clear that he was boss and i was expected to defer to him in every possible way, and that he would just use me however he wanted until i left. 

an example of this was that he expected me to clean his cock with my mouth right after he fucked my ass. and it wasn’t so much the fact of it, but the way he expected it. he would just say “clean my cock” and i would do it, tasting my own ass juice and looking up at him as if it were the most natural thing in the world, like i would never think to complain about it.

he never asked how i was doing, never expressed any concern for how i felt about anything… but i could feel his sadistic glee oozing out of him. he definitely enjoyed being obeyed, and he liked humiliating me as well.

so one night when i had been there nearly a week, he surprised me by coming home with a few friends. i was in the basement but i heard them upstairs, and before long i heard Harpo open the stairwell door and shout down to me, “come up here you stupid whore!” and i could hear his friends laughing and cajoling each other at my expense. 

so i quickly put on a miniskirt and a push-up bra that barely covered my hard nipples, and i ascended the stairs.  but instead of introducing me to his friends Harpo just said “put this on” and handed me a red collar with a little dog tag dangling from it in the shape of a bone. before i fastened it around my neck i noticed that the word “bitch” had been etched into its surface. he had me kneel down and, while his friends laughed, he leashed me and  started  parading me about, occasionally swatting my rear end but otherwise ignoring me.

he and his friends proceeded to have a great evening, playing cards and drinking beer and whisky, and not paying much attention to me until one of them asked if he could “give the bitch a try”. that’s when they all proceeded to fuck me, bent over the coffee table with my ass in the air. two of them fucked my pussy and the other two fucked my anus… Harpo fucked me as well, but i can’t remember which hole he used that evening.

when the fucking was over they had me clean them with my salivating mouth, one after the other… and i loved it more than anything i could have imagined up to this point. it wasn’t even the humiliation that got to me, it was the simple fact of my absolute lack of status.

then they had me lie on my back on the coffee table, which was thick oak and had no trouble supporting my weight. one of them, a short chubby englishman named Rupert, who wore “mutton chop” sideburns, cuffed my hands to the sides and started teasing my nipples… everyone seemed to know what was going to happen but me. i still didn’t catch on when he started rubbing my left nipple with a cotton swab doused in alcohol. it was a cool sensation which i liked, and i just went with the flow of it, smiling up at him and the others like the brainless barbie they thought i was.

“stay still,” said Rupert, and suddenly i felt a searing pain in my left nip… i thought he had pinched it really hard, and instead of resisting i pushed it up at him, hoping that the time had arrived for them to take turns hurting me. but instead of moving on to my other nipple, Rupert proceeded to decorate me with one single golden stud, a “beginner’s piercing” as he described it, discussing aftercare with Harpo instead of me, as if i were too stupid to understand his simple instructions.

i had never felt so pathetic. i was worthless in their eyes, except as a pair of titties and a slick twat. 

but i had never felt so at home in a social setting before, and ever since i have wondered if there may be some way to repeat that experience, of being simply reduced to my role as a sexual servant, being toyed with and teased as fit the mood of the group, without ever being asked to become part of it.