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Sunset Key (III)- Sonys House of Slaves
Sonny was from Greece and had a collar sent over for me to wear. It was a tall leather collar with a hook on the front. Tina tightened the collar around my neck and attached nipple clamps with a heavy chain. Because it was daylight at the resort, she wrapped a spa robe around me and escorted me to the residential side of the island. Once we stepped foot off the resort, Tina removed the robe and attached a leash to the collar. She proudly escorted me through the neighborhood to Sonny?s estate.
We were greeted by a naked slave with a collar just like mine. Tina walked me straight through to a sitting area overlooking the water. My anxiety diminished a little when I realized that I was one of many slaves serving Sonny. He loved to look at beautiful women and surrounded himself with naked, collared servants. Whether they were cleaning, cooking, or just waiting, they all presented themselves with perfect posture and a respectful demeanor. I followed suit as Tina removed my leash and nudged me toward the couch where Sonny sat. He had me stand in front of him with my arms over my head and slowly turn so he could inspect his merchandise. He tugged on the nipple chain and was pleased with the firmness of my engorged breasts. He instructed me to sit on the end of the couch and laid his head in my lap. Very slowly he removed one of the nipple clamps and I fought to stay still as the blood rushed back into the nipple. Before the pain had subsided, Sonny latched on and started nursing. His touch was gentle - nothing like what Tina had described. He nursed for about 20 minutes on each side, replacing the nipple clamps after the feeding. He sat up next to me and pulled me across his lap. He let his hands wonder all across my body in soft caresses. He moved slowly and methodically as though he were worshipping every curve.
As he continued his caress he signaled his other slaves to join him. Dozens of hands joined his in stroking my body. I was stretched out with my arms over my head and my ass across his lap and completely relaxed. One by one the slaves pulled their hands away but stayed close to the couch. Only two girls were left ? one at each end of the couch.
But the tranquility stopped abruptly when I felt the two slaves grab hold of my ankles and wrists. I was tied not with rope, but by naked female slaves. With that Sonny?s demeanor changed. He spanked me mercilessly while the room full of women watched. He was cruel and harsh and left no area untouched. He fucked both my pussy and my asshole with one hand while spanking me with the other. As much as I struggled the girls held me tight.
Finally he stopped his vicious attack. He snapped his fingers and the girls holding me down released their grip. The group of slaves huddled around me guided me to the dining room. There they bent me over the end of the table. Once again I was bound by their grips. Two held my hands stretched out across the table, two held my legs wrapping themselves around the legs of the table. There were more hands holding my arms and even two under my breasts (I guess to protect the wood from the nipple clamps). And then there was Tina sitting on the other end of the table and holding my chin in her hands so I was forced to look in her eyes.
When everything was set, Sonny walked into the room. He approached the table slowly and opened his robe. While I waited he had one of the other girls drop to her knees and suck him until he was hard. And then he plunged into me. It was the first time anyone but Brian had gone there and it was at his command. I tried to shut my eyes but Tina slapped my face every time I did. I had no choice but to look at her the entire time. Then I felt him pull out. Just when I thought the worst was over, one of his attendants oiled by asshole. I screamed when he entered me. My pain did not stop his advances. In fact I think the screams enhanced his experience. He penetrated me only a few times before he came.
Sonny closed his robe and walked away signaling his girls to follow. I was sprawled across the living room table, crying into Tina?s hands.
I only have faint memories of what happened next. I recall noting the irony of being savaged in such an elaborate formal dining room in the middle of paradise. And I remember that I took my strength from Tina. She was the only one I could see and the only familiar face. The rest were just strangers ? people that I most likely would never see again.