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Over the years, many companies had come up with products or services for slave-owners, but one of the newest was a way to make it totally impossible for a slave to orgasm.
It was a minor piece of surgery, and seemed to be taking off. But like all products, it required advertisement. And the company had come up with the idea of an interactive demonstration. Slaves had the surgery, and then were given to stores as a display model - there to show how, no matter how desperate, they could not cum.
As a little extra form of control, however, all the slaves that underwent this surgery were informed that their owner had a button - a control that would send a signal to the device to allow them to cum. Of course, it didn’t exist; but it made all of them extra eager to please.
Becky had recently been given to a store, and already she was desperate; her days spent chained spread-eagled, customers eagerly playing with her, watching as she writhed and squirmed in hopeless need - her nights so far spent locked in her little cage.
But as the store owner came to get her to lock her up for another night, she whimpered pleadingly at them- squirming with need, trying to talk through the ring gag, to beg them to use her and maybe let her cum.
Lucifer smirks and chuckles softly watching the way the girl squirms. He makes a show of pouring himself a scotch on the rocks from the stores complimentary stash. Then slowly circles the girl like a lion stalking prey.
“Some one needs to be used properly, don’t they?” Lucifer purrs with a devilish glint in his eyes. He playfully smacks the girl’s breast as he sips his drink. “That way you can learn, pet.”
Lucifer removes his suit jacket and drapes it over a near by counter. His shirt and pants are next. The devil takes another sip of scotch as he stands surveying Becky in his boxers as if that’s the most natural thing in the world to do. “Beg sweetly for your lesson..”
jbbartram-illu
stormborns
andulkaphoto
tangentwithtanner
