Young Black Woman Becomes Sex Slave Ch 06

Chapter 6

Ayanna Johnson is a striking 22-year-old black woman, standing at 5'7" tall with a presence that is both commanding and inviting. Her smooth, radiant skin has a deep, rich tone that catches the light, highlighting her natural beauty. Her face is beautifully symmetrical, with high cheekbones, a small straight nose, and full, soft lips. Framing her face are soft, natural curls of luscious black hair down to her shoulders.

Her eyes are large and expressive, often sparkling with a hint of curiosity and warmth, drawing people into her world. She has a bright, inviting smile that lights up her entire face, making those around her feel instantly welcomed and at ease. Ayanna has many friends and enjoys good company whenever she can although is also very comfortable on her own.

Her body is beautifully proportioned and quite athletic having done a lot of track work in college and still enjoys regular gym workouts. She has a slender waist that accentuates her gently curved hips as well as her nice firm full 34C breasts. Her round, shapely buttocks are a defining feature, adding to her alluring silhouette. Her athletic build is evident in her toned arms and legs, and she moves with a fluid elegance, her steps light and confident.

Having got in from work after her new usual day, she had gone to the bedroom, stripped off and showered. She still had marks from the previous evening's spankings and beltings, especially across her gorgeous round ass, but there were the sure signs of bite marks across the tender flesh of her full 34C firm breasts as well. She dressed in baggy jogging bottoms, t-shirt and sweater, she went back downstairs and started to prepare dinner for Alexander. The biggest problem she had to deal with right now was how to explain what was happening to her boyfriend without him finding out she was now a rich men's sex-toy.

When Alexander came home, she managed make excuses about being tired and not feeling sexy. He, though very worried, showed her respect and didn't want to press, thinking she would eventually talk to him. She couldn't have him see her marked body. And to her shame, it was true she didn't feel sexy with him at the moment, her pussy would tingle when she thought back to her humiliation and fucking from her two bosses and the security guard. Her little pussy even got wet at her thoughts about earlier today when she had to kneel half naked in front of the ugly obese Mr. Pratt and suck his short fat cock. But she couldn't get aroused thinking about her beautiful Alexander. "WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME!" She screamed in her head.

After dinner she went to bed early, saying she was very tired and the night before was repeated, with her pretending to be asleep when he came up, but in actual fact she tossed and turned all night barely getting any sleep and what made matters worse she felt incredibly turned on about what might happen to her in the coming days.

Waking the next morning Ayanna hit the shower, she was pleased to see the marks on her body were starting to fade. The bite marks on her breasts were now only just visible, unfortunately the red marks from the belting across her round ass were still quite vivid.

Having showered she went back into the bedroom to see what outfit they had for her today. Opening the bag, she found there were only two items, a white very short, long sleeve, zip front, mini dress and a pair of strappy 5-inch heels. There was a note as well, "No underwear Bitch! Wear the collar from yesterday."

Putting on the dress, as with the clothes yesterday it was a perfect fit, the problem was how short and tight the dress was. The dress barely covered her ass and with no panties she would have to always be super careful not to flash her little pussy. It zipped up the front, but the tightness of the dress and the materiel meant that it was obvious that she was wearing no bra on her beautiful firm 34C breasts.

Once she had tied the horrible collar around her beautiful neck, she checked herself in the mirror, horrified but also highly aroused at the sight of her, she thought, "I look such a total slut!"

Ayanna had put a skimpy thong in her bag just in case she felt she needed to cover up her little pussy, but was aware she may be spied on so she intended to only use it if she felt the risk of punishment was to be feared less than the predicament she might be in without panties. Taking her bag, she left her home and walked to the underground for her commute to work. Leaving her house, one of her neighbours opposite, an elderly white man in his 60s was just putting out his bins. Mr. Samsom, she thought his name was, but only knew a couple of her neighbours to talk beyond saying hello to and so didn't know many of their names. Everybody kept themselves to themselves.

"Morning Ayanna!" The elderly neighbour called out to her.

Ayanna: "Morning," She tried to sound as cheerily as possible.

She could see he also stopped and stared as she walked down the road in her super revealing outfit. Feeling his eyes boring into her ass as it was blatantly revealed undulating by the tight material.

Ayanna also quickly realised, that with the zip front and her large firm unrestrained breasts moving inside the tight dress that the zip was working its way down as she walked, and she had to keep pulling it back up. Knowing she was naked under the dress and knowing that with one tug of the zip she would be completely exposed. Another something she had to be careful of for the day.

Like yesterday morning, she had to avoid eye contact on the underground with all the men staring at her with so much of her body on show. Even the covered parts under the dress, being it was so tight, she knew there wasn't a curve that wasn't obvious.

When she arrived at the office this time, she rode the lift with the young pimply Oliver and another member of her office James Hartman, a 27-year-old banker of stocky build, average height. He always appears serious, almost stern giving off a slightly intimidating vibe. He had short, neatly trimmed hair, dark brown, and sharp and watchful eyes. His clothing was typical for a banker--well-tailored suits, polished shoes, and a conservative tie. He always came across a little overconfident with an air of arrogance.

It was almost immediately she felt the hand on her ass, she turned to find the nasty pimply youth smirking at her. She turned back knowing she could do nothing and tried to ignore the attention. He didn't hold back he squeezed and caressed quite openly and even went as far as pushing his hand right between her gorgeous round ass cheeks. Even more annoying she could feel her little pussy throbbing from the humiliation of being grouped and mauled by this pimply unattractive youth while in front of the other man.

When they arrived on the 33rd floor as the lift doors opened, the boy took his hand away from her ass, but just as she stepped out the other man gave her ass a really hard slap, "Have a great day, sweet cheeks," he told her as she yelped in pain and surprise and then walked with her head hung in humiliation to her desk. Humiliation! But her little pussy was throbbing and dripping, and she could feel her smooth shapely thighs were getting sticky form her juices as she since wasn't wearing any panties.

Ayanna worked hard all morning and through her lunch break, she wasn't hungry and didn't eat any lunch. At exactly 2 pm a message form Arabella popped up on her screen, "Black Slave Slut Bitch, attend my office NOW!"

Ayanna immediately rose and headed to the lift. When the lift doors opened on the next floor, stepping nervously out of the lift her heart sank and her empty stomach turned with anxiety as there on either side of Arabella's desk stood Oliver and James.

Walking up to the desk, "Good afternoon mistress," Ayanna addressed Arabella with some shame.

Arabella: "Address your fellow members of staff."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hartman and Mr. Bennet," Ayanna spoke to the two men with her head hung in shame.

Arabella: "I've been told these two men assaulted you in the lift, is this true?"

Ayanna looked up, "Surely not? This can't be right is Arabella coming to her defence, or was this a trick?" Thought Ayanna, she wasn't sure how to answer.

Arabella: "Well?" Arabella raised her voice, "Did they?"

Ayanna: "Yes," she replied barely more than a whisper.

Arabella: "What? Speak up, bitch."

Ayanna: "Yes, mistress," she spoke a little louder.

Arabella: "And you didn't thank them properly, did you?"

Ayanna, her heart sinking again, realising she was going to be punished in some humiliating way, "No mistress."

Arabella walked round the front of the desk, she walked right up to the beautiful young woman, took a hold of the zipper pull and pulled all the way down till the front of Ayanna's skintight dress opened to reveal her beautiful body. Ayanna knew better than to cover herself, thought she felt totally humiliated now standing effectively naked in front of these two men, her gorgeous firm breasts and her little pussy completely exposed.

Arabella then slapped the young woman hard across the left cheek.

"Arghhhh!" Ayanna cried out. Arabella grabbed the other woman by the hair and pulled her over to her desk, pushing her face down across the desk, she kicked her feet till they were at least a meter apart, then flipped her dress up to expose her beautiful bare round ass cheeks and her exposed little bald pussy. Ayanna was totally mortified now to be so fully exposed to these two quite unpleasant men. Worst still, as ever, at the exposure and humiliation she felt her little pussy throb and she could feel her pussy getting so wet,

Arabella: "Oliver, James, you should spank this rude slut."

The two men took up a position either side of the girl, looked down at her magnificent round ass, raised their hands and took turns slapping the young woman's beautiful round ass.

There was an alternating loud "Slap" and the gorgeous site as one hand then the other landed on each round ass cheek and the cheek rippled deliciously and Ayanna cried out with each hard slap.

"Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh,"

"Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh," "Slap," "Arghh,"

Each slap was humiliating and painful, but at the same time she could feel her little pussy getting wetter and wetter as the pain increased across her full round buttocks and her humiliation went up.

Arabella: "Does slapping that big fat black ass turn you boys on?"

Oliver, James: "Yes, Ms Sinclair." They replied in unison.

Arabella: "Well empty your bollocks in her slutty little wet pussy."

The next thing she felt was a cock push into her very wet little pussy, but to add insult to injury, she didn't know which of the two men were fucking. He started slamming into her and within seven, eight minutes she felt his cock swell and then the increase in heat and wetness as he filled her little pussy with his spunk. As he pulled his softening cock out, she felt the fluid flood down the inside of her thighs, then she felt another intruder push into her hot wet little pussy and she was being fucked by the other man but of course didn't know which one of the two it was.

After the humiliation, the spanking and the first of the two men fucking her it didn't take long for Ayanna to shamefully feel the waves of her own orgasm spreading over her. With the spasming of her pussy around his cock Oliver, couldn't hold back and feeling his balls tighten he unleased thick spurt after spurt of spunk deep into the beautiful young woman's hot wet little pussy.

As had happened in the office a couple of days ago, when Oliver was ready to pull his cock from the girl's pussy, he placed a hand on each round ass cheek, pulled them apart to give him a good view of her slightly gaping and oozing pussy as his cock plopped out of her little fuck hole.

Ayanna felt the humiliation, knowing she was so lewdly exposed to the eyes of the three people. She knew to remain over the desk until she was told to do anything else. As the lift doors closed, the two men gazed on at the young woman's lewd, exposed position over the desk, her pussy open and oozing spunk down onto her beautiful young firm thighs.

Arabella: "You may stand bitch."

Ayanna complied.

Arabella: "Do you dress up and stop exposing your slutty self." The woman told her as if Ayanna had wanted to display herself so shamefully. "Now you go back to work, bitch and remember to thank anybody that shows you the slightest bit of attention, which you definitely don't deserve. Do not clean yourself."

To her shame Ayanna had to return to her desk and feel the spunk oozing out and down her thighs as she walked or oozed out making her little mini dress wet as she sat working at her desk.

Towards the end of the day, Ayanna had gone to get herself a coffee and when she returned there was a small Filipino woman standing by her desk looking quite annoyed. The woman was one of the cleaners.

Filipino woman: "You've made a very nasty mess on your chair; I hope you do not expect me to clean that?"

Ayanna: "No, Mrs. Santos, I will clean it."

The other woman stood and stared at her, "Well?"

Realising the cleaner woman wanted her to do it now, she turned to go to the kitchen to get a cloth.

Maria Santos: "Where are you going?"

Ayanna: "To get a cloth."

Maria Santos: "No, use your slutty mouth."

Ayanna stood for a moment in her humiliation then knelt in front of her chair and started to lick the nasty gooey mess off the seat of her chair. As she used her tongue on the abrasive material, Mrs Santos leaned over her and spat on the chair right in front of the Ayanna's mouth. Ayanna felt the additional humiliation, and then moved her mouth and tongue forwards and licked the gooey gob up off the seat of the chair.

Mrs. Santos looked satisfied and walked off.

Again, before she had left at the end of the day, Arabella had called her back upstairs and given her a bag for the clothing for the next day.

Ayanna at the end of the day left the office still with very sticky thighs and could still feel some goo dribbling out of her pussy as she stood, head down in shame, on the underground on the way home. She knew also at the back of her dress there was a nasty wet patch that would be clearly on show.

Another day of humiliation and abuse at her work!