Submission of Shannon

\"Shannon. . . \" her name echoed as the darkness subsided from Shannon\'s brain. Her eyes slowly opened, yet her mind was stuck within that limbo of awake and dream. Everything around her was like a dream, even her skin felt oddly different.

As seconds ticked by, her eyes started to open and focus. She was looking down at the floor, but was far above it. Her wrists and ankles hand been bound below her, and her tits where split on each side of her pedestal.

From what she could tell, her binding base was like the sawhorses she saw her father working with in the garage growing up, but this was different. The form of it had been customized with small ledges on each leg to support a person\'s hands and knees.

She slowly became aware that her skin felt different. The air around her tickled against her body, slowly she started to remember where she was. She remembered the gun, realizing she must be under the effects of whatever the dart contained.

The sound of her name continued repeating in her head. Finally she turned her head to the left, to see her captor standing next to her, his faithful girl kneeling not far behind her.

\"Ah, finally back with us\" he chuckled.

She wanted to panic, to scream but her body didn\'t respond. It was sedated, yet somehow excited. Her mind was clouded, yet still very aware of the room around her. All she could do was open her mouth and say \"What have you done to me?\"

Her eyes closed and she licked her lips. Her brain become obsessed with the feeling of the cool air brushing against her skin, it was driving her insane. It was like she could feel someone blowing lightly against every inch of her body at once. She squirmed on the small platform she rested on, both trying to fight and absorb more of the feeling that consumed her

\"You fainted, my lovely\", he said as he reached in, caressing her face. His touch was like a fire against her cheek, and a bane within her head. She wanted to cringe from it, but her body rebelled, curling her cheek against it to get more of the attention. \"The dart contained a new drug I discovered during a rave I attended. It\'s a close cousin to ecstasy which heightens your sense of touch. The good part of it is while ecstasy can sometimes hamper the libido, this one heightens it in almost everyone.\"

Shannon bit down on her top lip as his hand moved from her cheek slowly into her hair. It was like being touched by butterflies with their wings moving against her skin. Her body ached for more, betraying her with every sigh and hard breath that left her mouth. His hand gently moved down to lightly caress over her spine, taking his time to feel each bump, each rigid underneath her soft dark skin.

Her mouth let loose a soft moan, then swallowed hard. She hated him at this instant, she hated herself. Her body was betraying her, she kept trying to speak out against him, but she couldn\'t. Her body was euphoric, and it was paralyzed to do anything but accept the rapture that his touch provided.

He continued to speak to her, \"You are very beautiful. Do you know that, woman?\" His hand sliding down lower on her spine, finally coming to the firm globes of her ass. His other hand finally started to work her body as well, reaching underneath her to caress her hanging breast.

As he squeezed both her ass and her tit, her movements become more intense, her breath become more rampant. \"God, what are you doing to me,\" she spoke in a heated breath \"Stop, please. . .\"

Her voice trailed off into a moan as her body encouraged his attentions. Michael\'s fingers lightly captured her already stiff nipple between them, lightly pinching at it while the tips of his digits dug into the breast.
\"Do you really want me to stop? I don\'t think so\" he said, then looked over at Becca. \"What do you think, my pet?\"

Becca\'s mouth spoke out from behind him, \"No Master, she appears to want more.\"

She was right; Shannon d fed feel the wetness between her legs growing with his continual teases. His hands had moved over to the other cheek of her ass, squeezing it hard, pulling on it to give him a clear view of her tight ass. As her cheeks spread, the flow of soft air from the room that tickled her sex interacted with the star-shaped hole, giving her flesh a new feeling from the drug within. His hand stopped caressing her ass, and Shannon found herself trying to thrust her hips up in the air to find the touches again.

\"I ask again, slut, do you want me to stop?\" and with his words, his hand connected in a firm SMACK to her left cheek.

Shannon\'s body jerked, her already sensitized skin erupting in painful rapture at the swat. She gasped and was unable to answer.

Again he spoke, more forceful, \"Answer me bitch, do you want me to stop?\"

Another time, his hand came down against her firm ass: this time the other cheek. For the first time, Shannon\'s response matched that of her body, shaking her head ferociously no.

His voice turned into a growl, turned demanding, his hand coming back, spanking the her the left mound of her ass again, the sound of the slap echoing in the basement

\"Speak, bitch, I cannot hear your head shaking\"

She yells out in abandon as a tear of anger and disappointment in her own self rolls down her cheek, \"NO!!\" The yell becomes a softer. Her tone becomes a mix of pleasured moans and wanton need,\"Please, please don\'t stop.\"

Michael reached over to the table near him, picking up a small plastic vibrator and placing it against the back of Shannon\'s neck. He turned it on medium and lightly started tracing small circles, teasing the already attentive hairs on the nape of her neck. Slowly, he slid the toy down her spine, letting each inch feel the massaging pleasure. He let it rest at the top of the crevice of her ass, teasing the sensitive spot. Again Shannon pushed her hips up to meet the favored touches, only to have them denied her as he moved the vibrator to his other hand and slowly walked around in front of her.

With the toy now below her, Shannon suddenly felt the jolt of pleasure seep through her as the toy grazed against her first nipple, circling it, bending it against the fullness of her breast. He then switched hands, moving the vibrator over to the other side to tease her other breast.

Shannon started to squirm so hard she nearly tipped over the sturdy sawhorse. She looked up and saw her tormentor squatting to become face to face with her, looking into her eyes as the delights of the vibrator worked against her nipple.

He whispered, \"Do you want My kiss, girl?\"

She bit her lip, such a question being the only thing that could break her attention from her sexually fevered body. God, how she wanted it, yet still she shook her head no.

He pressed a firm kiss against her lips anyway, and she took it, returning as hard as he gave her. Her mouth opened wide, pressing her tongue against his She moaned hard, she could smell his aftershave. Everything about this bastard was working against her, and she wanted more of it.

Shannon couldn\'t believe this was happening, she could feel her pussy dripping with excitement, yet still she tried to resist. After Michael broke the kiss, she murmured out, \"why…why me?\"

He laughed at the question, then answered, \"Because your perfection waiting to be released, my dear.\" He stood and walked around her again, her eyes followed him until he was beyond her line of site, then they faced forward. \"I was told by a friend about a beautiful black woman bartending at the local sports bar, so I went and check you out. He was right. You were exquisite. I watched from a distance as you performed the duties of your bar slut title, flirting with me, enjoying and teasing them as they looked over you in your scantily clad outfits. They wanted you, and you loved it. I could tell the power you enjoyed with your body, you just needed someone to let that blossom and make you better.\"

As he spoke his hands moved from her tits to behind her, never letting the toy in his grasp leave contact from her receptive flesh. The vibrator moved over the outside of her thigh till it found its mark against her warm cunt.

Shannon cried out, \"Oh God!\" With absolutely no control over her body, she almost came right with first contact. She felt the vibrator work small circles against her clit, making her hips squirm with desire. She licked her lips as his hand rested against the middle of her back, the warmth of his palm slowly being moved in a gliding motion down her back. She couldn\'t stop as the first wave of release surged through her ultra sensitive clit, her mouth forcing the loudness of a sea of gasps and grunts.

As the first orgasm started faded, her body only started to betray her more. She felt his hand easing its way between her thighs; she lifted her hips as best her bound body could to feel his fingers pressing into her cunt. Her sex was wet and inviting to penetration with her juices flowing freely out of her, allowing his fingers easily deep access. She choked out a cry as she felt the digits twisting within her, grazing against the hot muscles inside.

Her hands tightened against the wood of her support, the muscles in her thighs became taut. She couldn\'t stand it, as much as she hated the thought, she heard herself screaming out, \"MORE! Please More!\"

Michael planted a third finger within his new darling, overjoyed by the requesting words rumbling in the room around them. He looked down at Becca, whose hands were busy exploring her own flesh. He watched as the little tramp rubbed her clit with one hand while the other roughly playing with a nipple, pulling it till it burned then pressing her fingers into her own breast.

\"What do you think, precious, should I give our new whore my cock?\"

Becca shook her head yes. Her breath was almost has hard as Shannon\'s now, obviously close to her own release.

The Master continued to rotate his fingers within the Shannon\'s wet cunt, easily lubricated enough for the fingers to work their way roughly through her, \"Beg again, slut, CORRECTLY this time\".

His voice was stern and demanding, the tone of which sent chills down Shannon\'s spine. His hand moved the vibrator from her clit, pressing the tip of it lightly between the cheeks of her ass, letting its honey coated end press itself against the entrance to Shannon\'s bowels.

\"FUCK!!\" she cried out, \"FUCK ME!! Please. . . \"

And then the word slipped from her lips for the first time, her body\'s cravings canceling out any restrictions of her mind. The word came on the edge of a flood of emotions searing Shannon\'s psyche.

\"Please Master!!\" she said.

\"Very good, girl.\" He spoke, motioning to Becca with his head. She removed her hands from her body and slowly crawled to him. With her hands, she pulled down his jeans and boxers, holding them in place so he could step out of them. If he had put on a different shirt from the one he gave to Becca as a towel, he had taken it off before coming down the stairs again. His whole body was now completely stripped and ready.

He twisted his wrist, rotating his fingers and flattening them against the wall of her sex closest to her ass, making room so she was never empty. Becca took his hard cock in hand, pressing its tip against lipslips for a soft kiss, and then moving it towards the opening of Shannon\'s cunt. With a slow, smooth motion, Shannon was filled by her host\'s cock, his fingers sliding out smoothly as the shaft slid in.

As the cock started to move in long slow motions within her, Shannon cried out. It was warm and thick. The girth alone felt like it was splitting her pussy in two. The length of it forced her sex to open deeper. In her current state of excitement, she couldn\'t tell exactly how big it was inside her, and at this point it didn\'t matter.

Becca moved out of the way, choosing to stand in front of Shannon, returning to her duty as consoling sister within the chains. She leaned down; pressing a kiss against Shannon\'s warm lips, sliding her tongue into the bound woman\'s moaning mouth. Her hands caressed over Shannon\'s back and played with her hair. This stimulation against both ends of her body adds another dimension to this sexual torment of Shannon\'s consciousness. Her body yearned to cum and cry at the same time; the usage too much, the emotion too much.

Shannon suffered the vibrator pushing slightly deeper in her ass as her new proclaimed Master crushed into her cunt from behind. She felt everything within her, the fullness of the double penetration mixed with the vibrations within her ass, all too much. Quickly her second orgasm exploded, her cunt tightening around Michael\'s cock and trying to milk him. She can hear his moans from behind her, mixing with her own sounds of pleasure muffled into Becca\'s kiss, the blonde\'s hands moving from Shannon\'s back to the tied princess\'s breasts, continually squeezing them within her soft hands.

The second orgasm didn\'t want to dissipate, only strengthen like a tsunami of passion ravaging her body. It grew with each driving motion of the Master\'s hips inside her and she rode it, her fingers clawing into her palms, the emotions too much for her to handle.

Becca backed away from her sister\'s mouth, letting her breath while continuing to massage her tits. She watching over her sister\'s shoulder to watch her Love hold the vibrator half within Shannon\'s ass. His face shows his own joy as he pushes harder and faster into his new slut\'s sex.

She heard him cry out, \"That\'s it! Take it, bitch! Take it!\"

Becca watched as her Master rammed his cock into the chocolate thighs of Shannon harder and faster, until suddenly he pulled out. With ferocity he pumped his shaft in his palm till finally his seed sprayed across Shannon\'s back, his white cum contrasting against her dark flesh.

Shannon\'s body cringed as he pulled out of her, finally getting relief from the pleasures and guilt the penetration caused through out her. Shivers flowed down her spine as she felt his hot jiz coated her skin. The sensations continued to tease her body as Becca moved around, slowly cleaning Shannon\'s skin with her tongue, licking away all of her Master\'s seed.

In the process of Becca\'s tongue bath, Shannon\'s body just shut off. Physically and mentally drained, every muscle seemed to collapse and tears started flowing down her face.

Michael untied Shannon\'s limbs, knowing she would put up no more fight tonight, and carried her over the threshold back to her cage. Behind him was Becca, carrying a small bundle in her arms. They both set their holdings within the confinement and locked the door. Right before the lights of the room shut off and her captor and his pet walked up the stairs together, Shannon looked and started crying harder.

Tonight, she slept with a pillow and blanket.