Vice president turned Sex Slave

Manju knelt in the dim dungeon, arms wrenched high behind her back by the tight straps. Her shoulders burned, but she kept her knees spread and spine straight like the perfect slave. A thick blindfold sealed her eyes and heavy earplugs cut off all sound, leaving her floating in darkness and silence. The only things she could feel were the cold floor under her knees, the collar around her throat, and the heavy chain leash dangling between her breasts.

Ray circled her slowly. The big steel septum ring he had forced through her nose earlier that night tugged every time he gave the leash a sharp yank. The ring was thick and unforgiving, stretching her septum painfully whenever he pulled. He liked watching the metal glint under the lights while Manju stayed perfectly still.

He ran his rough palms over her bare tits, pinching both nipples hard until a soft whimper slipped past her lips. Then he stepped behind her, admiring the way her ass cheeks spread from the forced posture. Without warning he grabbed the upper-arm cuffs and shoved them closer together, driving two more pins into the slots. Manju’s mouth opened in a silent scream as fresh agony shot through her shoulders. Ray stopped just short of dislocating them, then gave the leash another cruel tug, forcing her to shuffle forward on her knees.

He led her across the room until the chain went taut. Manju felt the floor change beneath her and realized she was now standing on her toes on a narrow wooden beam. The pressure on her feet was immediate and sharp. She wobbled, fighting to keep balance while the nose ring pulled her head forward.

A new pair of hands touched her. These were smaller, older, but no less commanding. Buela’s wrinkled fingers traced the curve of Manju’s waist, then slid down to cup her ass. The elderly woman squeezed hard, nails digging in. Manju had no idea that the customer who had signed the big contract with her firm last month was now standing behind her, fully dressed in leather while she remained naked and bound.

Buela leaned close to Manju’s ear, though the plugs made the words nothing but vibration. “Such a proud little vice president during the day,” she murmured, though Manju heard nothing. “Tonight you’re just my toy.”

Ray handed Buela the leash. The old mistress gave it a firm yank, forcing Manju’s face forward until the septum ring stretched tight. At the same time she reached between Manju’s spread thighs and shoved two fingers straight into her pussy. Manju’s walls clenched around the sudden intrusion. Buela pumped her fingers roughly, thumb grinding against Manju’s clit with each thrust.

Manju’s thighs trembled. The combination of the nose ring pulling upward, the burning shoulders, the narrow beam under her toes, and the relentless fingering made her drip down Buela’s wrist. Ray watched, stroking his cock slowly while the elderly mistress worked the vice president’s cunt.

Buela pulled her fingers free, glistening with Manju’s juices, and wiped them across Manju’s lips. Then she reached for the flogger hanging at her hip. The first strike landed across Manju’s tits with a sharp crack. Manju jerked, the nose ring yanking her head again. Buela delivered five more hard strokes, striping the soft flesh red. Each impact made Manju’s pussy clench visibly.

Ray stepped in close and grabbed Manju’s hair, tilting her head back. He pressed the head of his cock against her lips. Manju opened obediently, taking him deep into her throat while Buela continued flogging her ass and thighs. The old mistress laid stripe after stripe across Manju’s skin, pausing only to shove three fingers back into her dripping cunt and fuck her hard from behind.

Manju gagged around Ray’s thick shaft, spit running down her chin. Every time she tried to pull back, the septum ring and the leash kept her exactly where they wanted her. Buela’s fingers curled inside her, rubbing her g-spot with brutal precision until Manju’s legs shook so hard she nearly fell off the beam.

Ray pulled out of her mouth and slapped his wet cock against her cheek. Buela replaced her fingers with a thick strap-on she had already buckled on. She lined the head up with Manju’s soaked pussy and drove in with one rough thrust. Manju’s whole body jolted. The elderly mistress fucked her with short, powerful strokes, one hand gripping the leash to keep the nose ring stretched while the other reached around to pinch and twist Manju’s swollen clit.

Ray moved behind Buela, pressing his cock between the old woman’s leather-clad ass cheeks while she pounded Manju. He reached around and grabbed Manju’s tits, squeezing the fresh welts Buela had left. Manju moaned around the gag of her own spit, completely lost in the overload of pain and pleasure.

Buela leaned forward, her voice low and cruel even though Manju couldn’t hear it. “You signed that contract for me last week, little vice president. Now you’re going to cum on my cock while I own you.” She slammed in harder, grinding the base of the strap-on against Manju’s clit until the bound woman’s body seized and she came hard, pussy pulsing around the thick shaft.

Ray pulled back and stroked himself to completion, shooting thick ropes of cum across Manju’s arched back and down the crack of her ass. Buela kept fucking her through the orgasm, drawing every last shudder out of the trembling vice president before finally slowing to a stop.

Manju hung in her bonds, chest heaving, cum and sweat dripping down her skin. The nose ring still tugged whenever Buela gave the leash the slightest pull. She had no idea the elderly mistress who had just used her so thoroughly was the same woman who had shaken her hand across a boardroom table only days before.