I'm Your What?!

Eight

The next morning I was so relieved to feel my body moving again, especially when I seen that it was my master who entered my room.

  I curled into a ball against the headboard,  my body was too sore to endure anymore today.

  "I'm sorry pet, we're not going to do anything today. There is special event coming up and you were chosen to be the guest of honor. Today you will be treated to a spa day." He turned to leave but something caught his eye on the floor.

  "What the fuck is this?!" He yelled.

  "Wha- what?" I stammered.

  "Why is there fresh blood on the fucking floor? Come here, now."

  I crawled over to him. He flipped me over and spread my ass cheeks running his finger across my still slightly bleeding hole, causing me to wince.

  "Who was in here with you?" He questioned me, flipping me back over.

  "I, I don't know who it was." I lied, remembering his warning from the first night he snuck into my room.

  His hand shot out and gripped my throat,  "Don't fucking lie to me!" He pulled my face to his. "You're my property and no-one is to be fucking you, unless I say it's ok. Now, who was in here after I left last night?"

  "My escort." I choked out.

  "I thought so." He released his grip and  walked out, slamming the door.

 

   My door banged open and I jumped up. Standing at the end of my bed was my master, my escort who was completely naked, and another man whom I hadn't seen before.

  "I wanted you to see first hand what happens to someone who is disrespectful to me." My master told me, seeing my confused face.

  The other guy grabbed my escort and shoved him over to my foot board and locked his arms to it. The stranger stepped behind him and dropped his shorts.

  "You know the rules. You don't touch unless you have permission. Now, you will face the punishment that the girl's master has chosen." He didn't use any lube, or spit, or give any warning. He just grabbed my escort's hips and pushed himself deep inside of him, burying himself all the way down to his balls.

  Gripping his hips the stranger moved in and out of my escort at such a force my bed was hitting the wall behind it.

  I looked into the eyes of the man who had taken me in that same position, the night before, and the look on his face was of pure hatred. My heart stopped beating as a tear slipped down this broken man's cheek.

 

  After the the three men left, my escort being dragged out, the lady in red came to retrieve me.

  She took me to a warm room  where I was bathed and they applied ointment to my sore anus. They also waxed my legs, underarms, and vagina.

  Afterwards they led me to a warm bath filled with scented oils and for the first time since I have been here I felt my muscles relax.

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