The Witness


After I came in the slave's cunt, I had the slave squat on
the floor once more, and went back to my magazine.  I could
tell the scopolamine was having the desired effect, the
slave was docile, followed orders well, and seemed, most
of the time, to have no idea what was happening to it.  By
the time the doorbell rang, the slave's legs were trembling
and jerking with the strain of remaining in a spread-kneed
squat for a long period of time.

"Answer the door," I ordered, "then bring whoever is there
to me."  The slave struggled to stand up, and almost fell
over the first couple of steps.

"Hurry up, cunt," I yelled, rolling up the magazine and
whacking the slave's fanny with it.  I watched the slave's
naked butt, and the tuft of pussy hair visible between its
legs, as it walked away from me towards the sound of the
bell.  Once the whip-marked nude slave was out of sight I
sat up, put the magazine on the table, then stood up and
turned towards the door.  All was quite for a moment, then
I heard Jasmine's voice.

"Get the hell out of my fucking way, cunt slave."  A moment
later Jasmine walked into the room with my slave trailing
behind her.  Jasmine was wearing a tube top that very nicely
outlined her firm breasts and hard nipples, as well as
leaving a large expanse of bare skin between the bottom of
the top and the top of her very short, low-slung skirt.  The
skirt was tight and so short that the straps that hung down
from her garters to the tops of her nylons were visible.
The effect was very slutty, very obscene, and quite
exciting.  When Jasmine came to a stop the slave, began to
jabber at her in some South East Asian dialect.  Jasmine
listened for about fifteen seconds then wound up and
slapped the slave so hard it sent the slave sprawling on
the floor.  Stepping over to where the slave was laying on
her back sobbing, Jasmine stepped over the slave's head and
placed the end of the six-inch spike heel of the shoe on
her right foot on the slave's neck, then let the rest of
her shoe rest between the slave's breasts.

"If you ever speak to me again," Jasmine said looking down
at the slave's face, "without permission, if you ever speak
to anyone in my presence without permission, I will crush
your larynx with my heel and you'll never speak to another
person as long as you live."  Jasmine pressed the heel of
her shoe deeper into the slave's neck.  I could hear the
hissing sound as the slave sucked air into its lungs through
its partially obstructed airway.  "Do you understand?"
Jasmine asked.  Despite all the recent fucking I'd been
doing, my cock started getting hard as soon as I saw Jasmine
deck the slave.  I couldn't think of anything more erotic
than seeing a whorishly dressed Asian slut abusing and
dominating a female Asian slave.  I could not decide which
one I wanted to fuck first, the dominating Asian cunt, or
the whimpering slave under her heel.  Jasmine removed her
foot from the slave and, after stopping by where I was
standing to give me a kiss and fondle my re-hardened  cock
through the material of my shorts, went to the couch and
sat down on the edge.

"Come here, cunt," Jasmine said pointing to the floor in
front of her.  The slave rolled onto its stomach then got
up on its hands and knees and scurried over to the spot on
the floor that Jasmine had indicated.

"Kiss my feet, and beg for forgiveness," Jasmine ordered.
The slave lowered its head, and touched its mouth to the
tops of Jasmine's feet.

"I'm sorry," the slave said after the first kiss.  Jasmine
caught the slave by the hair and pulled the slave's face
up before the slave managed to kiss her feet a second time.

"The proper words are 'Mistress Jasmine, please forgive
this slave for being a useless cunt', say it."
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"Mistress Jasmine," the slave repeated with a sob, "please
forgive this useless slave for being a worthless cunt."
Jasmine lifted the slave's head higher so she could examine
its face.

"A worthless Hmong bitch," Jasmine said, assessing my
property, "not good for anything other than fucking and
beating."  Jasmine looked over the rest of my slave's naked
body.  "And it looks like you've been doing plenty of both."

"Of course, why else would I have a fuck slave, except to
fuck?"

"May I?"  Jasmine asked spreading her legs and nodding
towards her crotch.  It was interesting that she did not
hesitate to abuse and discipline my slave, felt she needed
to ask permission before using her sexually.

"Go ahead," I said, "have a ball."

"Or at least a good licking," Jasmine replied as she used
the slaves hair to pull the slave's mouth up to her cunt.
The slave did not seem to know what was expected of her.
I picked up the rod.

"Lick her cunt you useless fucking cum dump," I yelled at
the slave as I struck her upturned butt several times with
the rod.  "When your face is pushed into a cunt," I continued,
"you lick it."  I'd been fucking my slave so much the last
couple of days that my dick was getting red and sore, but
I was hard again.  I put the rod down and knelt behind my
slave.  Exploring her cunt and ass with my left hand, I
unbuckled my belt and let my shorts drop down to the floor
with my right hand.

"What do you call her?"  Jasmine asked as I lined the head
of my hard cock up with the slave's tight ass.

"I call IT 'slave'," I replied as I pushed myself all the
way inside with one thrust.  "It does not need or deserve
any other name."  I began to fuck my cock in the tight hole
as I watched my slave eating Jasmine's pussy with noisy
slurpy sounds.  "It has no identity, not even gender, it
is a piece of meat useful only for dumping cum into."

"Like I said," Jasmine agreed, grinding her cunt against
the slave's mouth, "a Hmong bitch, good for nothing more
than beating and fucking."  Jasmine stretched her legs out,
leaned back, moaned deeply, and ground her cunt against the
slave with even greater force.  We each fucked our end of
the slave in relative silence for a few minutes.

"Let's try this," Jasmine said as she pulled a 'cock-gag'
from her large purse.  I pulled my cock out of its ass then
moved around and watched as Jasmine put the ball end of the
gag into the slave's mouth then buckled the straps to hold
it tightly in place.  When she finished the slave looked
like it had a hard cock growing straight out of its mouth.
Jasmine and I both had a good laugh as we watched the slave,
and took to temporarily calling it 'Cock Face'.  Jasmine
ordered the slave to lay on its back on the floor, then she
knelt with her legs spread and one knee on each side of the
slave and lowered her pussy onto the cock sticking up from
the slave's face.  I stood facing Jasmine with one foot on
each side of the slave's body.  Jasmine grasped my butt with
both hands and pulled me toward her as she took my cock in
her mouth.  Jasmine moved her hot sucking mouth up and down
the shaft of my cock as she moved her hot wet cunt up and
down the shaft of the plastic cock.  As she moved her mouth
over my dick, Jasmine swirled her tongue around my cock head
in a way that made my head spin.  I grasped her head with
both hands the same way she was holding my butt, and fucked
my cock deep into her throat.  We fucked each other, and
the slave, for several minutes before I came again and left
a few drops of my cum on Jasmine's tongue.  I sat in my chair
and watched as Jasmine continued to fuck herself on the cock
protruding from the slave's mouth. Jasmine's skirt had
worked its way up around her waist and the sight of her
garter belt and nylons gave her just the right slutty look
as she leaned forward and, placing her hands on the slave's
thighs for support, moved her pussy up and down the plastic
shaft with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Mmmm, yes, god this feels good," Jasmine said, smiling at
me, before she closed her eyes and filled my house with
orgasmic moans and groans.  The closer she came to cuming,
the more vigorously she fucked herself on the plastic cock.
The slave's head was twisted and turned this way and that
as Jasmine worked her cunt, trying to get maximum
stimulation from the dildo.

"Oooo, fuck yes," Jasmine hissed as she held herself firmly
impaled on the plastic cock sticking out of the slave's
mouth while her hips jerked rhythmically.  Once her orgasm
was finished, Jasmine stood up, straightened her blouse and
skirt, then sat demurely on the couch leaving the slave
laying on her back with the slime covered dick protruding
from her mouth.

"Have you thought about tattoos?"  Jasmine asked, sounding
not at all like she'd just fucked herself on the slave's
face.  "I have a friend who's a real artist with the needle."
I looked interested so she continued.  "His name is Yovavyo,
like I said, he's a real artist.  Unfortunately he gets so
many offers of sex in exchange for his work that barter has
lost all of its appeal for him."

"I can understand that," I said.  It had only been a couple
of days and I'd already fucked my cock raw.  "Will he come
here?"  I asked.  My interest was definitely piqued.  "Or
do we need to take the slave to him?"

"His card reads 'Have needle, will travel'."

"Reads the card of a man, a night without armor in a savage
land," I sang badly as I stood up and stepped over to where
the slave was still lying on its back.  I could tell from
the look on Jasmine's face that she had no idea what I was
singing.  I grasped the plastic cock sticking up from the
slave's mouth and used it to pull the slave up to a sitting
position.

"Stand up," I ordered as I continued to pull up on the
cock-gag.  The slave struggled to its feet.

"Squat," I ordered after maneuvering the slave to a
location where Jasmine and I could both enjoy the sight of
its whip-marked body and its displayed cunt.  I picked up
my rod and used it to correct the slave's position while
Jasmine pulled her stylishly small cell phone from her
purse and called her friend.

"Could you bring her over here?"  Jasmine asked as she put
her phone away.

"I'll bring it over," I corrected as I pulled the slave back
to its feet and walked it over to stand in front of Jasmine.

"Right, I am sorry," Jasmine said as she extended her right
leg between the slave's feet.  "Squat down on my leg."

"Do as you are told," I ordered sternly, bringing the rod
sharply down on the slave's back when it did not instantly
respond to Jasmine's order.  The slave squatted until its
cunt rested on Jasmines leg.

"Fuck yourself," Jasmine ordered, "fuck yourself on my leg
like the nasty little whore bitch you are."

"Lace your fingers behind your head," I added as the slave
began to move its cunt up and down on Jasmine's extended
leg, "keep your elbows pulled back so we can watch your
breasts bounce while you fuck yourself."  Sitting next to
Jasmine, I slipped my hand under her blouse and played with
her pierced nipples while we watched the Hmong slave
humping like a dog on Jasmine's leg.  Jasmine brought her
left leg up and rested it across my lap, then reached down
between her legs with both hands.  Jasmine pulled on and
pinched her clitoris with more force than any other woman
I'd ever seen.  I was almost afraid she would pull out the
gold stud, ripping her clitoris in the process.  With her
other hand Jasmine alternated between fucking two or three
fingers in and out of her pussy and pinching her cunt lips
while she pulled and stretched them.

I pulled Jasmine's top up under her armpits so I could see
her breasts and, seeing how roughly Jasmine was treating
herself, I pulled and twisted her nipples with more and more
force.  I was determined to make Jasmine ask me to be more
gentle, but the harder I pulled on and twisted her nipples
the louder Jasmine moaned and the harder she pulled and
twisted on her clitoris.  The slave's cunt was leaving a
large, wet, slimy area on Jasmine's nylon covered legs.  The
slave's fucking motions became more forceful as it
approached an orgasm.

"No," Jasmine yelled, pulling her leg away from the slave's
crotch just before it came, "don't you dare cum on my leg."
Jasmine placed her high-heeled foot between the whimpering
slave's breasts and pushed it backward away from us.   We
stopped what we were doing to have a good laugh at the slave
curled up in the fetal position whimpering on the floor.



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