A Matter of Convenience

Casper purchased an oral service slave for the convenience: no muss, no fuss, no clean-up. But his slave has become increasingly inconvenient as she insists on trying to touch herself in spite of her chastity piercings, and then she starts begging Casper to unlock the piercings so that she can masturbate. Casper does unlock her - but only to teach the slave her place. 4k words, very dark content rating.

Content Warnings/Tags: sexual slavery; emotional abuse, belittling, and dehumanizing language directed at a sex slave; nonconsensual body modification (genital piercings); pussy-spanking; mild violence in the context of sex (light face-slapping, with both hand and cock); implied non-consensual recording of a sex slave to create pornography

"I just wonder what it is that you think oral only means," Casper said, exasperated.

"Haunngh," the slave kneeling in front of him replied, the ring gag holding her mouth open rendering any attempt at words unintelligible. Her dark eyes were wide and pleading, her hands clutching at her naked thighs as if she was struggling not to reach between her legs--again.

Not that it would do her any good. He really couldn't understand why the girl insisted on touching herself when she was too locked-up to get any satisfaction out of it anyway. She'd been sold to him as fully trained and equipped for oral service, with the full set of appropriate chastity piercings: a shield that fully covered her clit, and a set of six rings through her inner labia that locked shut with a specially-shaped padlock, keeping her hole sealed away.

Maybe some girls would be able to come in such a state--he'd known one slave in a brothel who had been notorious for climaxing so easily that she could finish from simply having her tits sucked--but female slaves routed for oral-only training typically were those who already had some natural difficulty reaching orgasm. It was the only natural solution; most slave owners didn't want to worry about the pleasure of a slave girl if it was going to take any real effort, so it was more convenient and humane to put them in a position where they wouldn't expect pleasure at all.

That was the theory, anyway. Apparently, Casper had the bad luck to be saddled with the only oral-only slave who didn't understand the theory.

"It's the lack of gratitude that bothers me," Casper sighed. "You get free room and board--do you even understand how much food costs? How much I pay for this apartment? You don't have to worry about any of those things! And all you have to do in return is suck me off and keep out of the way otherwise. Your job is incredibly easy." The slave ducked her head, embarrassed, but he wasn't done. "And yet you're constantly underfoot, whining and begging and rubbing that useless little pussy. I don't understand it. They told me you were well-trained and low-maintenance. Why the hell did I spend so much on you if you can't even behave?"

The slave let out a long, pathetic whining noise, her eyes wetting with tears. Her fingers flexed on her thighs and she fidgeted in place, and then--to his annoyance and amazement--she spread her knees and reached down between her legs, using two fingers to spread the lips of her pussy, staring up at him pleadingly. The metal piercings glinted in the kitchen light as her wet sex visibly twitched and pulsed.

"What?" he demanded. "You're just so horny that you can't behave? Is that what you're telling me?" She whined again and nodded. "Ugh. Unbelievable. Stay there."

He grabbed his keys and stalked out of his apartment, leaving her squirming and displaying herself on the floor.

Two doors down was his friend Ron's apartment. Casper knocked sharply on the door, waited a few seconds, and then knocked again.

"Hold on, hold on," came Ron's voice from inside, accompanied by fluttering squealing noises that Casper recognized as Ron's slave. "I'm almost--fuck--"

There was a few telling moments of silence, punctuated only by the gasping yelps of the slave girl; then, finally, a grunting cry from Ron accompanied by a long moan from the slave.

Casper rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe, waiting.

It was another minute or so before Ron finally opened the door.

He was--thank God--fully dressed, though his slave was on display over his shoulder: she was tied up on her knees on the coffee table, her puffy asshole leaking semen and lube. As an anal-and-oral slave, she had similar piercings to Casper's girl, but Ron had unlocked her and stuffed her pussy with some kind of toy, and she was clenching around it, her eyelids fluttering. The ball gag in her mouth muffled her moans.

"Hey, buddy," Ron said. "Sorry about that, I was a little busy. Come in, come in. What's up?"

"I need to borrow a dildo or something. Like that," Casper said, gesturing to the slave's fluttering cunt as he stepped into the apartment and let the door shut behind him. "Mine won't stop acting up."

"You should buy a couple toys of your own! Man, I keep telling you, if you were just nicer to her--gave her a reward every once in a while--she'd settle right down." He crossed the room back to the table and patted the twitching rump of the trussed-up slave. "My girl here, I fill up her pussy pretty often and make sure she comes once a month or so, and she's an absolute sweetheart. Aren't you, love?"

The slave moaned in emphatic agreement.

"Yours does anal service," Casper pointed out, frowning. "Mine's oral only, she's not supposed to be so goddamned horny. I don't even touch her down there. The whole reason I bought her was because she's supposed to be convenient."

Ron tutted and shook his head. "Whatever. You sure you want a dildo? This is the only one I have." He tapped the end of the one buried in his girl, and she grunted.

"That's fine."

"Alright. Let me just finish her off," he said, and grabbed the end of the dildo and began to work it into his slave in quick, short jabs, filling the apartment with the wet sound of the girl's pussy being pounded. She immediately squealed into the gag and arched her back. "That's it, girl. You ready for your reward? Ready to come? Aww, sweetheart, are you gonna come so hard? That's it. You're such a good girl, you can do it. Almost there? Come for me, sweetie."

The girl's hips jerked a few times and her squealing turned to long sobs of pleasure as she squirted out her orgasm, spraying Ron's hand and the edge of the table.

Casper wrinkled his nose and backed up to stay out of the splash zone. The amount of effort Ron expended on the slave girl was a mystery to him; personally, even if Casper were inclined to go so far as to fuck a slave-girl's pussy with a toy just to get her off, he certainly would have stopped as soon as she went over the edge--not kept going to make sure it was a good orgasm, as if she were some girlfriend he was trying to impress.

But Ron kept at it, working the toy inside her and frothing up her wet pussy as she trembled and gasped with pleasure. He only stopped when she finally went limp and slumped forward, her eyes sliding shut. She barely twitched as Ron pulled the toy free of her lax body.

"See?" Ron said, patting her lower back. "Fantastic, isn't she?"

"She's messy," Casper said, eyeing the fluids dripping from the table to the carpet.

Ron laughed. "I swear, man, you have no taste for the finer things in life. Here, I'll clean this off."

"Don't bother," Casper said, holding his hand out for it. "My girl can get it clean, if she wants to use it so bad."

Ron shrugged and handed the toy over. It was moderately-sized, maybe smaller than the average cock, but it wasn't shaped like a real cock; it had raised ridges at regular intervals, designed to stimulate and pleasure.

Ron noticed Casper eyeing the ridges and grinned. "Looks nice, huh? I tried a smoother one, but that wasn't enough for my girl, not with her clit sealed up. This one, though--well, you saw. It drives her wild."

"You don't have the smoother one still?" Casper asked. He disliked the idea of spoiling his already-selfish slave with something so over-designed.

But Ron shook his head. "Threw that one out. It was cheap, anyway."

"And this one was expensive?" Casper asked, eyeing the toy and then the satisfied, boneless slave slumped on the table.

Ron winked and started to undo the knots in the rope. "Worth the investment. Hey, you've had your girl for a few years now, right? If you're gonna make her come--"

"I'm not," Casper said shortly.

"Well, even if not. She'll have a pretty dramatic reaction to having something in her pussy for the first time in however many years. You should film it."

"What for?" Casper demanded.

"Put it on the internet. The video I took of my girl coming for the first time after I got her is still making me money." He tugged the last of the ropes off and patted the slave on the ass a couple of times. "Down, sweetheart."

She finally stirred and climbed her way shakily off the table to kneel on the carpet, slumping sideways to lean into Ron's leg and tilting her head back to gaze up adoringly at him. When Ron unlatched the gag and pulled it out of her mouth, she pressed several kisses to the side of his leg through his jeans, then murmured huskily, "Thank you, Master."

Ron ruffled her already-mussed hair and grinned. "See? Isn't she cute?"

"Too clingy," Casper said. "Send me the website you posted that video on, maybe I'll do it. Thanks." He waved the toy in the air. "Thanks for this, too. I'll get it back to you tomorrow."

"No problem."

***

Casper returned to his apartment to find his slave touching herself, again.

She knelt in the kitchen where he'd left her. One hand was between her legs, fiddling and tugging at the piercings that kept her pussy locked up; the other was at her chest, toying with one of her nipples. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her breath coming in quick little pants.

"Jesus," he said, and she jumped, her eyes flying open and hands flying away from her body as she flushed with shame. He stepped up to her and grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head back to force her to look up at him. "You really just can't help it, can you? Don't you realize you're just making things worse for yourself doing that, you stupid cunt?"

"Hhg-yy," she slurred through the ring gag, drool dripping as she tried to, no doubt, apologize. "Hrggrr--hahh--"

"Shut up," he said, and then slid the sticky toy in his hand into her open mouth.

She grunted and choked in surprise, her diaphragm spasming several times, but then--well trained as she was--got control of herself and swallowed, sucking and swallowing around the ridged dildo as he fed it down her throat.

"There," he muttered when the flared base was flush with the gag. "Suck this clean while I go find that stupid key."

The key--or keys, more accurately--were locked away in his safe with his personal papers, still sealed in the envelope that had been handed to him when he'd bought the girl. He'd taped the envelope to the folder where he kept the slave's ownership certificate and veterinary records.

Casper ripped the envelope open and pulled out one of the keys, leaving the spare in the safe. He returned to the kitchen and found the slave where he'd left her--this time, miraculously, keeping her hands to herself, clasped behind her back as if trying to resist the temptation to touch again.

She was drooling around the toy, her head tilted back to ease the pressure of it in her throat. Her eyes followed him, wide and hungry, as he stalked into the room.

"Yeah, I see you," he said sharply. "You just need that lonely pussy filled up so bad, right? Just can't behave because you want to come so bad?" He grabbed the toy and pulled it out, making her cough as the ridges raked her throat. "Get up on the kitchen table. Hurry up. On your back, head hanging over the side."

She nodded and slurred a wordless reply through the ring gag, then scrambled to her feet and climbed up onto the table obediently. She spread her legs without needing to be told, folding her knees up to her chest, presenting her locked-up pussy and metal-encased clit, as if she were some trained brothel-whore instead of the oral only slave that she was meant to be.

"Hands over your head," he instructed her. "Grip the edge of the table to keep your fingers out of trouble."

She immediately did as asked, and he leaned in to look between her legs.

Her body clenched and twitched under his gaze, or perhaps in response to his breath blowing over the delicate skin. Her sealed labia were flushed and wet with arousal, and as he stared, a large drop of liquid seeped out between the rings.

"What a mess," he muttered, then slid the key into the padlock. It took a bit of twisting to get it unlocked--the girl gasped and shuddered at the tugs, although he was careful not to pull hard enough to hurt her--and then it finally popped open. The bottom part of the lock dropped off entirely, allowing him to pull the long, curved U-shape of the top part free of the three sets of rings.

"Ahhh," the slave groaned eagerly, lifting her hips a bit off the table as the rings slid apart and her cunt was exposed properly to Casper for the first time. Her hole gaped and flickered as if begging to be filled, to be bred. As Casper set the two parts of the lock aside on the table, the slave couldn't seem to stop moving and squirming, though she kept her grip on the table, her fingers tightening until her knuckles turned white. "Hhh. Hnnnnn."

"Calm down and shut up. I'm stuffing your greedy cunt, isn't this what you wanted?" He demanded, and then, before she could respond, he shoved the toy into her.

"AAHHH--" she bawled as the ribbed toy was buried in her body, then apparently remembered his instruction to be quiet and choked the cry back to a guttural gasping sound. Her stomach muscles worked and clenched and she lifted her head out of position to stare, wide-eyed, at the ceiling.

Casper watched closely, prepared to rip the toy right back out again if it looked like she was about to orgasm, but after a few seconds it was clear that she wasn't going to come just from having it inside her, so he took his hand away and left it there. Her hips twitched and rolled, a shudder going through her whole body. The skin around the shield fluttered rapidly, suggesting that her hidden clit was engaged in some kind of useless display of arousal that nobody would ever see.

Her shuddering thighs started to squeeze together, and Casper slapped one of them. "Ah-ah. Keep those apart." She gasped and spread again obediently. "You're going to keep that in while you suck me. That's your job, remember? To use your mouth to get me off? Then I'll fuck you with that toy."

She nodded eagerly, her eyes drifting away from the ceiling to fix on him, still wide and staring. When he walked around the table and unzipped his pants, she hurriedly dropped her head back into position; dangling backwards off the end of the table, it was just the right height for him to feed his hard cock into her mouth and down her throat.

She moaned eagerly as he did, her eyes slipping shut, for all the world as if she were a perfectly well-trained oral slave aware of her place--except for the way her hips twitched up off the table, the way her abdominal muscles visibly flexed as she clenched down on the toy inside her.

"I see that," he warned her, cupping a hand loosely over her throat. Not to restrict her air, but just to feel the shift of the muscles there, to feel the way she swallowed around him. "Still thinking about your greedy pussy, aren't you? Selfish whore."

She whimpered and sucked harder, as if trying to prove otherwise. Her grip shifted and tightened on the edge of the table. The metal shield cupped around her clit glittered under the light as her body twitched around the toy that was, he was sure, giving her far more pleasure than she deserved, even just resting inside of her.

"Focus. On. Me," he reminded her, slapping her cheek lightly with each word, and then he started to thrust, unable to hold himself back any longer.

Regardless of her distraction, it was true that she was good at what she'd been trained for. Her throat was a nice, tight fuck, her tongue and mouth working hard around his shaft, and he was pretty pent up after having to wait on Ron fucking his own slave earlier.

Casper didn't bother to hold back, not interested in letting her enjoy a second more of undeserved pleasure from the toy than was necessary to make his point.

As the pressure built in his balls, he hunched forward and braced himself on the table to thrust faster, forcing choked, sloppy sounds out of the slave's mouth. Finally, in under two minutes, he buried himself deep in inside her and groaned as his release burst out of him and flooded down her throat.

As he came, the slave's hips arched up again, her thighs trembling, as if she were as focused on imagining her own orgasm as she was on experiencing his.

"God fucking damn it," he gasped, and yanked out of her throat, leaving a line of thick, pearly-tinted drool dripping from her mouth to his still-twitching cock.

He slapped her across the face with his hand again--harder, this time, since his cock was out of the danger zone--and then took his cock in hand and slapped her with that as well, smearing a wet mess of drool and semen over her cheek.

"You stupid fucking slut. Stop thinking with your useless pussy." He smacked her with his cock again, then grabbed her hair and hauled her up. "Turn over. On your knees. Come on, hurry up."

She scrambled to obey, moaning and whining as the movement jostled the toy inside her. Drool spilled from her mouth through the ring gag and dripped onto the table. Casper grimaced and unstrapped the gag, pulling it out of her mouth, and she immediately slurred, "Master, Master, mmmmm-hnnnn," her hips rolling as she humped pathetically at the air.

"Clean up that mess," he ordered, pointing to the puddle of drool on the table, and she obediently licked it up. As she did, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and saw that--as he had asked--Ron had sent him a link to the video of the first time he'd given his own spoiled slave an orgasm.

Casper clicked on the link and loaded up the video, then put the phone on the licked-clean table, within his slave's field of view. "Watch that. Keep your hands on the edge of the table."

"Yes, Master, yes," she gasped, then groaned as she saw the video playing on the little screen--Ron's slave stretched out on a bed, Ron working the same toy inside her pussy in slow, twisting movements.

When Casper grabbed the end of the toy sticking out of her and started mimicking Ron's actions in the video, she heaved in a stuttering, wheezing gasp of air, sounding like a drowning woman. Her eyelids fluttered.

"Watch it. Eyes on the screen," Casper commanded firmly. "Look at her. She lives just down the hall, you know, with my friend Ron."

"Nnh. Nnn, mm-hmm," the slave grunted.

"Use your fucking words when you answer me," Casper reminded her, slamming the toy in hard on both 'fucking' and 'words'.

She squealed and arched her back. "YES--yes, Master, yes, y-your friend Ron, I, yes!"

"She gets an orgasm once a month." As Ron, in the video, picked up the pace, driving the toy harder and faster into his whining and trembling slave, Casper did the same. "What do you think of that? Why do you think that is, that she gets to come so often?"

"UHhh-hhh," his slave groaned, her back bending hard as she ground her hips down towards the table and rocked back to meet the driving thrusts of the toy slurping in and out of her. Then, apparently remembering herself, she swallowed thickly and forced words out of her mouth, though she seemed to lose her train of thought with every in-thrust filling her sloppy, wet pussy. "I--I don't--know? Master? B-because she--she's a good--slave?"