Rani stood in the Masters anti room, it was mid morning and he was at one of his desks doing some papers. She had waited in silence for ten minutes or so, while behind him a television set showed an intimate film of her having sex with the Arab prince; she cringed at the moment when she had been made to pee due to the pressure placed on her bladder.
Her night had been restless, under threat as to whether she should give the name of the man she loved, or face the consequence of being hung by her breasts in front of a crowd of men and then turned over the table to be used as a play pussy for the duration.
The decision was not an easy one, but she had decided that it would be better to provide the name and see what would unfold; she could not face the alternative.
On waking, she was (as ever) woken by one of the house men who washed her in the shower, checked over her body for any evidence of hair and then she was lightly sprayed with oil. As ever, the man never spoke to her, just efficiently went through the ritual. He handed her a pair of white clean socks and some plimsolls, no knickers and then a leather, tight, bra with holes in the front so that her breasts fell out exposed for all to see. He looped a chain through the centre of the bra and led her by it through the corridor to the Master's, where we meet her now. The rings around the bra were slightly too tight and made the breasts torpedo like jut out in front of her, nipples large, round and (after a month of training) standing out magnificently.
The Master looked up.
"One chance, write his name and address here. Fail to do so and you know I will do as I warned."
She wrote it down.
"Don't harm him."
"Why would I, I have a use for him, that IF your information proves correct I will discuss with you..."
A silence fell between the two apart from the Prince on the film behind who was cheering himself as he entered her.
"I have some feedback for you," he took some cards out of a wallet. "This is feedback from customers, a score percentage from our visitors over the last month pertaining to you. I will give you the scores, each one out of ten with relevant comments. Okay....
Tits, 10. Comments that your tits are perfect, full and bounce constantly. Your best feature, set on a tiny frame.
Nipples, 9. Large, erect and toned. They harden up nicely and are sensitive.
Ass, 6. It's a bit flat, not your best feature.
Ass Hole, 8. Your brown eye is well liked, underused, tight, a delight.
Pussy, 9. Tight, young, shaved to perfection, lovely hole, juices up well.
Legs, 7. Nice legs, but you are small. Lovely thighs.
Blow Job ability. 0 Refuses to do one, threatens to bite any penis placed in there.
Overall sex factor, 7."
He passed the cards over but she placed them down without looking. He stood up and walked around her, getting to the back she felt him tighten the holds on her breasts, constricting the base a bit more and she felt them tighten up like inflated balloons ready to pop. Then he allowed them a little more space again and moved to the side of her.
"We know every part of you, inside and out. Not one millimetre of your body is unphotographed by us, I know every bit of you to the centre of your ass hole. Yet Rani, a 7 is a disappointment, you are entering your last month or so with us and you hold back."
She remained quiet.
His hand moved and took her left breast squeezing it, turning it, pushing inward on it until she gasped, then he slapped it and went and sat down again.
"Do you realise that some of our girls make really good money here, they leave rich; we are not beasts - we look after our girls. But you constantly hold back, I have withdrawn you from all privileges, I have cut all drugs, alcohol and bad living from you. You are fitter, better fed and more disciplined, your nipples are the best in the building, yet you give us a seven... Some girls stay with us once their time is up, will you?"
She shook her head slightly. Now silence fell fully as the film had ended and the two of them looked at each other.
He pressed a button and a wynch came down from the ceiling, a hook hanging off it. Rani looked at it and felt a chill. The Master got up and collected some tight cord from his drawer and a pair of cuffs.
"Hands behind your back, I feel like some time with you. It's your tits, I find I am drawn toward them... Look since you have been with us their colour is even, previously the tit itself was slightly lighter as it never got the sun, it's all even now."
He bent down and took off her plimsolls and socks, then having cuffed her hands he proceeded to tightly place the cord around her tits, really tightly this time with a front bow. A mountaineering crampon was then attached through the cord and the wynch hook attached.
"I gave the name,"
She spoke, as fear touched her.
"Yes, and this is not public, I kept my word. But I have a need to play with you. To be fair, this is the game. I ask questions, you answer truthfully and the wynch stays as it is, every question you refuse, or if I think you answered incorrectly, then I turn it and you get lifted. I'd say four turns and you are off the ground, lifted entirely by those tits. And there are no cheating back straps here, they will take all the weight."
Her mouth was dry, she glanced down and she was powerless to do a thing. At this moment her mind was blank, not even hating him, she was scared.
The Master, taking the control panel, sat down and gave one press of the button; the wynch turned once and Rani felt the pull as her breasts lifted up to sit near her neck, painful and full. It hurt, and her breathing became a little more difficult, but her feet were still grounded. She was pulled back by his voice, she felt the smirk that it held.
"Question One: The biggest cock that's ever entered you, and how it felt."
