The characters mentioned in this story are purely fictional, and there are no references to real life. Some of the acts mentioned in the story might hurt the reader's sentiments, but this is purely a work of fiction.
Thank you for your encouragement; it motivates me to write more. I apologise for any shortcomings.
I wish to extend sincere thanks to @kenjisato, who has proofread the story and suggested edits in record time; a billion thanks, Kenji, I look forward to working with you for upcoming chapters, as well.
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From crack of dawn, Payal had witnessed multiple abuses in the hands of her masters, Ron and Vir. After the oral fuckfest, Payal, who was starving for food, had earned her first portion of food from Ron.
There was a great sense of accomplishment in Ron's face, as he enjoyed watching his captive gobbling down the food. Ron knew she would be too weak after the series of sex riots since the early morning, and he removed the cuffs around her ankles.
"I set you free! For now!! Bitch. Go get yourself treated as you wish. But, remember, I have more plans with you later tonight. Don't disappoint me."
Unaware of how to respond to his demands, she fled the scene by uttering quickly, "Thank you so much, sir."
Her mouth was sticky and she could still feel the taste of cum in her throat. After a quick, hot shower, she wrapped herself with a bathrobe and fell flat on her bed, where sleep overtook her instantly.
The series of sexual humiliations that she had undergone since the morning had destabilised her. She had never experienced such a long humiliation from anyone. She had literally has become a fuck-toy in the hands of sex perverts.
Ron opened the door, and saw that she had fallen asleep with her bathrobe on. "You bitch, you'll be punished for this!" he murmured, and went back to the living room.
***
"Hey, dad, what's up?" Ron called his dad, Kinger.
"Fine, kiddo," replied Kinger.
"How's Singapore treating you?" Ron asked.
"Not all great! The situation is tight. We need to clinch this deal at any cost, Ron."
"Raj is on it, right?"
Kinger is Raj's boss, who runs a multinational IT company, and is a flamboyant businessman. He knows the pulse of his clients and clinches big deals by hook or crook. Kinger, Raj, and Lana, Kinger's secretary, have gone to Singapore to discuss the business deal, from an US-based client owned by a group of Afro-American founders.
"He is technically sound, but lacks negotiation skills!"
"Oh boy!"
"So, how are the chicks behaving? Are they ready for the international trip? They are the tools for me to clinch this deal, if Raj fails."
"Dad! Dad! Don't expect results that fast! I need time to tame them. But, I must admit, the elder is a hottie and is cooperating very well."
"Oh, that's music to my ears! What about the younger one?"
"Vir mentioned he had some unfinished business with her. Trust all is well there, too!"
"Sounds great! Listen, Ron, I'm banking on these two chicks, more than Raj. Don't disappoint me!"
"That's my word, Dad," replied Ron.
"Ciao, soon then."
"Love you, Dad. Bye!"
Ron hung up the phone. The time was five minutes to four in the evening. He wanted to grab a quick nap. Before that, he removed all the internal lock latches in Payal's room and locked it from outside, so that she wouldn't escape.
Satisfied, he came to the couch in the living room to grab a quick nap. He knew there was plenty in hand to train her before the Singapore trip.
***
"Aaawhh... aawhh!" Trisa's cries filled the room, as Vir pinched her nipples hard.
"Hey bitch, see this. Your sister is a fuck-toy now!" Vir showed her videos that had been shot in the morning with Payal.
"Oh my... you bastard! What have you done to my sister? She is innocent," pleaded Trisa.
"She, too, said the same after seeing yours. She is doing us and we aren't doing her! Haha. Now, it's your turn. You have to be taught how to obey the orders! Firstly, for disobeying the orders... stand up, bitch."
Vir, put a red-coloured gag on in her mouth and secured the leather belt around her head tightly.
"Aaaghh... ghhh."
He smiled. "Good. Stretch your arms to the side." He took her hand in his, secured it to the chain padded with a leather belt, and fixed it to a hook in the edge of a wooden pillar. "There. Just like that." He did the same for the other hand, securing the belt tightly around her wrists.
He then opened a bottle, the scent of sandalwood and lavender; something warm drizzled down her back, then his hands caressed her shoulders. It was an essential oil with intense aphrodisiac properties-- these were massage oils used to increase sexual desire and performance.
He massaged her shoulders, his strong and skillful hands warm on her body, working slowly down her back, kneading it well. He poured some more oil into his palms, applied it on her buttocks, and his hands made their way down to her feet, the sexual desires began to overtake her-- her pussy was turning wet.
"Now the front." He went to her front, where he drizzled more oil down her body, between her breasts. Softly, gently, his hands caressed her collarbone, slid down over her breasts, and moved back up her sides. She moaned and arched her back as he started massaging the breasts.
"Does that feel good?"
"Mnnnn... ooooh, aawwhh... leeevvv... mm!" could hear her dissent muffled through the gag.
"Should I empty this bottle on your pussy then?"
"Mwwh... aawwh!" She pulled on her wrists, but the chains were fastened securely to the sides, and they would not come free. A strong feeling came over her, and she felt a touch of irrational fear.
He moved down to her pussy, poured more oil on his palms and started massaging her cunt, softly.
A strange tingling sensation took over her entire body; she squirmed and twisted. Her fear turned to panic. She fought and kicked like a wildcat; twice, she drove her knees into his stomach, causing him to let out a "whoof!" of surprise.
"I'm a perfect masseur." He was panting with exertion, when he stepped back to examine his work.
She thrashed and struggled against her bonds. "Aaagh... ghmmm... mnnn!" She struggled, as the aphrodisiac of the oil slowly began to work on her, raising the sexual desire inside her.
He sat on the edge of the couch in front of her. "You are a very beautiful woman," he said.
