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My beautiful right breast had been transformed into an ugly bag of intense pain. I’d cried so much that my voice had been reduced to a whimper. Despite the overwhelming pain, my greatest concern was that one of my magnificent breasts was ruined forever.

My name is Niko, and I’m the beautiful offspring of unusual parents. My mother is an African American woman who met and married a Japanese government official while she served as a sailor in the US Navy in Japan.

I’m tall - almost six feet high. I have Asian features with beautiful cinnamon colored light brown skin. I believe that my breasts are my best carnal asset. They are large, but not huge; cone shaped, and firm. The only thing I love better that stroking them myself is a lover, either male or female, caressing them softly.

Just as the others had been forced to watch while my breast was mauled, I was now being forced to watch while they sewed the African American Amazon’s pussy lips together. Her screams are ringing in my ears.

It had all started one morning about two weeks ago with an innocuous ad posted on Craigslist.

The ad certainly piqued my interest. Although I suspected that it might be a phishing scam for a dating service, I answered with a simple e-mail:

I’m interested in your advertisement. What would be expected from me, and what is the compensation?

After sending the message, I left for work. I’d graduated from college a few months before, but I’d been having trouble getting a permanent job, consequently I was working as a salesgirl at Victoria’s Secret at the local mall.

While at work, I told a friend about the ad. During her lunch break, my coworker logged onto Craigslist and found that the ad was no longer on the bulletin board.

Therefore, when I returned home, I was surprised to find the following message in my inbox.

Thank you for your reply. To answer your questions, after a few days of indoctrination, you would be expected to completely release all control of your body to me for a period of seven days. You will be able to back out of your obligation any time until the moment you enter service to me. The minimum compensation for this commitment is $ 25,000.

To compensate you for your time, a deposit of $ 5 has been credited to this email account through PayPal. If you wish to continue the selection process, please click on the link below and fill out the online questionnaire as truthfully as possible. You will, of course, be compensated for your time.

I immediately checked my PayPal account, and sure enough, five dollars had been deposited into my account. Twenty-five thousand dollars would go a long way towards paying off my student loans. Of course, I would need to know much more about what would be expected of me.

I filled out the questionnaire. It was quite long and extremely personal. The first questions were about my vital statistics, and then progressed to my heritage. Before long, the questions where about my sexual experiences.

Although I’ve enjoyed both male and female lovers, I prefer men. I’d experimented a little with bondage, both as a submissive and as the dominant. I enjoyed being the top more than the bottom. Finally, the questions were about my health, including my method of birth control - condoms, and how regular my periods were - very.

Of course, when asked, I stated that my breasts were my best asset. After the last question, I was told that two hundred and fifty dollars had been deposited into my account, and that I would receive an e-mail within twenty-four hours as to whether I was still being considered for the position.

A couple of hours later, I received an e-mail requesting two photos: one of my face, and a full figure nude photo. It stated that, if I wished, I could wear a mask for the nude photo.

Although I’m not particularly self-conscious, I didn’t feel that it was a good idea to send a recognizable nude photo of myself to someone I did not know. Therefore, I used a devil mask I’d worn a couple of Halloweens ago for my full figure photo.

Almost immediately after sending my photos, I received an e-mail thanking me, a five hundred dollar deposit into my account, and a note telling me that I’d be notified within a couple of days if I would be invited to interview for the position.

For some reason I did not expect to be asked to continue the process, so I put the whole affair to the back of my mind and continued with my life. Then, two days later an e-mail appeared in my inbox:

Congratulations Ms. Niko. You’ve been chosen to continue our selection process. There is a link at the bottom of this email for your ticket to San Francisco. Fifteen hundred dollars has been transferred to your account.

You will see that your ticket is a one-way ticket. When you arrive in San Francisco you will be met by my agent. If the photos you sent us are not of you, or are not current, no further contact will be made with you, and you will need to make your own return arrangements. Otherwise, my agent will escort you to my estate.

An additional five hundred dollars has been deposited into your account. You are to use this money to purchase an outfit for your flight. You are to dress in a conservative, yet slutty, ‘Business Casual’ outfit. However, you are to wear neither a brassière, nor panties.

Other than a book or magazine to read and, if you wish, a cell phone, you need not bring any other items. Once at the estate, all your clothes and toiletries will be provided for you.

As long as you have not misrepresented yourself, my agent will give you a fully paid return ticket which will be valid for a year. In addition, another $ 3,500 will be deposited into your account.

As I mentioned before, you may drop out at any time until your final commitment. Of course, all the funds that you’ve received so far are yours to keep. My expectations of you will be explained during your indoctrination period. Please hold any questions until then.

If you need to either reschedule your flight, or wish to drop out of consideration, please reply to this email, otherwise I will expect you to arrive in San Francisco in two days.

Until now this had been an exercise in fantasy. Suddenly, reality hit me right in the face. I had two days to decide if I really wanted to give up control of my body for a week. Although there had been no explicit description of what my duties would be, from the questionnaire, along with the stipulation that I was not wear a bra or panties on the plane, I had no doubt that my duties would certainly involve sex.

I honestly enjoy sex. However, like most people, there were things I don’t like to do, things I wasn’t sure I wanted to do, along with things I had no intention of doing.

For example, I just hated for a man to cum in my mouth, and I could almost throw up from the thought of swallowing cum. At the same time having several men, or for that matter, women, pulling a train on me was intriguing, but I wasn’t sure if I could consent to such an action.

On the other hand, I’d already received a good deal of money for just a couple of hours work, along with two photos. When I printed the ticket, I discovered that it was for a first-class seat. I decided to delay making a decision one way or the other. Just in case I decided to go, I told my parents that I’d won a vacation.

While I thought about whether I would travel to San Francisco, I decided to rise to the challenge of finding a ‘conservative, yet slutty business casual outfit’. I felt like I wanted to make a good impression, so I spent almost twelve hundred dollars on my outfit.

I put off deciding whether I would travel to San Francisco for so long, that two days later I found myself at the airport waiting to board my flight. The top three buttons of my cream coloured silk blouse were unbuttoned. My blue pin striped wool jacket was buttoned, which prevented the other passengers from seeing my breasts. I wore black thigh-high boots with four-inch heels.

I remained standing because if I sat down my skirt would raise enough to reveal the stays which held up my silk stockings. While I was not wearing panties, I was wearing a garter belt. The shear wickedness of my situation was causing my pussy to leak.

It wasn’t until I was walking down the Jetway that I realized someone would probably be sitting next to me, and that it was unavoidable that that person would be able to see the tops of my stockings.

With some apprehension, I approached my seat, which was a window seat in the last first-class row. My companion was already in his seat. He stood to let me into my seat. He was as tall as I am. He was handsome and was dressed in an expensive suit. While waiting for the plane to take off we exchanged pleasantries. The flight was a red eye, so once in the air; I drank a soda then dozed off while he worked on his laptop.

About two hours into the five hour flight, I awoke needing to pee. There were only a couple of reading lights on in first class. I stood, expecting the gentleman next to me to rise so I could go to the lavatory. He remained seated, so I looked at his face. He said, “Take off your jacket and sit down, slut.”

I was stunned. The man nodded to his computer. My photos were on the screen. Horrified, I took off my jacket and sat down.

The man turned on my reading light. “Open your blouse, slut.” I hesitated for a moment, then did as he ordered. “Your tits are magnificent. I’d have to say that that are just about perfect.”

“Ttthank you.”

“Listen slut, you are to address your betters as Sir, Ma’am, Master, or Mistress. Right now, everyone, and I mean everyone, is better than you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you need to pee, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He lowered my tray table and placed his laptop in front of me. “I want you to use my laptop to log on and check your email. There should be emails confirming that a payment has been made to you, along with a link for your return plane ticket.”

“Yes, Sir.” Again, I did as ordered. Sure enough, my return ticket had been purchased. However, instead of the promised thirty-five hundred dollars, five thousand dollars had been deposited into my account.

I turned to the man, “Sir, I’ve received both items, thank you very much.”

“You deserve the extra money, slut. I can’t get over how amazing your tits are.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Do you still need to pee?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay. If you want to pee, I want you to wait until someone goes into the lavatory. Then you are stand and walk to the female flight attendant and ask her for a champagne flute. While you are waiting for the bathroom, you are to turn and face the rear of the plane. I want you to make sure that anyone who looks will be able to see those outstanding tits of yours. Do you understand slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” I was flabbergasted.

“Once the lavatory is vacant, you may enter. You are to fill the flute with your piss leaving just enough room so that you may return to your seat without spilling any. You may then finish your business. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“From this point forward, if anyone asks you a question, you are to answer them truthfully.” He glanced at his watch. “Of course, if you think you can hold it for two more hours, you may wait.”

I thought about it for a few moments, and I found that I was becoming aroused. I am beautiful, aren’t I, I thought. Why not show off a little? I certainly have the body for it.

As I waited for someone to use the lavatory, my need to pee increased. Finally, a lady from the front row entered the lavatory. I rose and walked down the aisle. Since my blouse was unfastened, my tits were displayed for everyone to see. Elaine, the female flight attendant watched closely as I approached. “Ma’am, may I borrow a champagne flute?”

“Would you like some champagne?”

“No ma’am, just the flute?”

“What for?”

Remembering my instructions, I hesitated for a moment. “I’m supposed to pee into it, then return to my seat with it.”

Elaine unbuckled her seat belt, stood, and turned on the galley light which spotlighted me. She asked, “Are you wet, cunt?”

Once again, I was stunned. “Yes Ma’am, I am dripping.”

She entered the galley and made sure that I remained in the aisle where everyone could see me. As she reached for the flute Elaine ordered, “Put your middle finger in your slit and wiggle it, slut.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I did so. Although my skin colour keep me from displaying it, I blushed in humiliation.

After about thirty seconds she said, “Let me smell it, bitch.” Again, I followed her directions. “God, you smell tasty! Suck your finger clean.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Do you taste good?”

I answered honestly, “Yes Ma’am.”

As she handed me the champagne flute, she asked, “You are a filthy slut aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“After you return to your seat you’re going to drink your piss, aren’t you?”

I hadn’t realized that that was what the man was going to have me do. “I don’t know Ma’am. I’m just following Sir's orders.”

“Oh, I think you’re such a filthy pig that you’ll drink your own piss it if he asks you, won’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I suppose so, Ma’am.”

The lavatory door opened, and the passenger walked out. “After you drink your pee, I want you to ask your master if I can ask the other passengers to supply you with their piss.”

Horrified, I answered, “Yes, Ma’am.” I entered the lavatory, sat on the toilet seat, and just relaxed for a couple of moments.

On one hand, I was humiliated. On the other I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. I started to reach for my crotch when there was a knock on the door. “Open up,” ordered Sir. I did. “You are not to play with yourself, slut.”

He spoke loud enough that I was sure the first couple of rows had heard him. “Yes, Sir.”

Closing the door, I filled the glass, then finished. Taking a deep breath, I exited the lavatory and walked back to my seat. The eyes of everyone in first class who was awake followed my progress. Some shook their heads in disgust; one man mouthed the word slut.

As I slid past Sir he said, “Place your drink on my tray table. Pull up your skirt before you sit down, slut.”

“Yes, Sir.” Hoping that he wouldn’t ask me to drink it, I put my glass of pee on his tray, pulled up my skirt, and sat down.

“You reek of pussy. Your pussy is a geyser, isn’t it bitch?”

Humiliated, I answered, “Yes, Sir.”

He handed me my ‘drink’, “Drink up.”

“Yes, Sir.” I took a sip. It was warm and nasty.

“You’ve got two minutes to drink it all.”

“Yes, Sir.” I figuratively held my nose and drank it in one long swig.

“Did you like that?”

“No, Sir.”

“Too bad.”

“Sir, may I ask you a question?”

“Yes.”

“Elaine, the flight attendant, wanted to know if she could ask the other passengers if they could give me their pee.”

“She did, did she? Would you like that?”

“No, Sir.” Instead of saying anything, he pulled the flight attendant call button.

Elaine walked up to him, cleared the bell, leaned over, and asked, “Yes, Sir?”

In a somewhat confrontational voice, he asked, “Do you enjoy tormenting little sluts like Niko here?” I was horrified.

I watched Elaine as she decided how to answer.

After about thirty seconds she answered, “Yes Sir. I do enjoy tormenting little sluts like her.”

Sir thought for a couple of moments then asked, “Would you like to humiliate Niko now?”

“Oh yes, Sir. It would give me a great deal of pleasure.”

Sir turned to me. “Listen, slut. You will be advancing to the next phase of the selection process. If you wish, you may go with Mistress here and serve her for the remainder of the flight. Whether you choose to do so or not, it will not reflect in any way upon your further progress. Do you understand slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Would you like to go with Mistress Elaine?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He turned to Elaine, “Here are the rules. She is not to be touched below her neck. She may not touch herself. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

He handed her a webcam. “You will set this up so that I may monitor and record your actions. Is that a problem?”

“No, Sir.”

He turned back to me. “Remember Niko, until the final selection, your actions are entirely voluntary. You may stop at any time. Especially for the rest of the flight, you may stop at any time without prejudice. Do you understand me, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If you wish to go with Mistress Elaine, stand up and follow her.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I thought for a moment, stood, and followed Mistress Elaine forward. I was surprised when instead of taking me into the lavatory; she led me into the galley.

Once there she set up the web cam, and, after making sure Sir could see the action, she asked, “How much did that blouse cost?”

“Almost four hundred dollars, Ma’am.”

“Hmmmm, too bad. Take it off and place it on the floor.”

After following her order, I stood before her. She said, “My god you have beautiful tits. I wish I could fuck with them. Now take off your skirt.” I hesitated. “I said, off with your skirt!”

“Yes, Mistress.” I took off the skirt.

“On your knees, on the blouse.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Now pull my skirt up around my waist . . . pull down my pantyhose . . . now my panties.” I could not believe that I was naked, on my knees in an airline galley with a hairy pussy just six inches away from me. I was mesmerized by her pussy.

She moved so that her pussy was about an inch away from my face. She pushed my chin up so that I was looking into her eyes. “Do you want my piss slut?”

“No Ma’am,” I answered.

She squirted my face with a short spray of piss.

“Then why are you on your knees?”

“I don’t know Ma’am.”

She gave me another squirt. “I don’t believe you, cunt. I think you do want to drink my piss, don’t you?”

“Yyyeesss, Ma’am. I guess I do.”

“If you want my piss, you’ll need to ask for it.”

“Pplleeaassee, Mistress, may I drink your golden nectar?”

Spray. “Oh no, no, no. Don’t try to sugar coat it. It’s not my golden nectar, it’s my pee. My stinking, yellow piss. Ask me again slut. This time, ask me like you mean it, cunt.”

“Mistress, please allow me to drink your piss.”

“Better, slut. Get your mouth on my pee hole.”

As soon as my mouth was in position, she let go. She showed no mercy. I figure I probably swallowed about a fourth of it. The rest of her piss flowed down my body soaking my blouse.

“You’re an extremely messy slut. It’s a good thing you’re not my slave. If you were, I’d beat you within an inch of your life. Get my clothes back on, and make sure you don’t get any piss on me.”

While I dressed her, she picked up the intercom and pressed a button. “I want you to tell the person on the other end of this phone who you are, what you are doing right now, and what you just did for me.”

She spoke into the phone, “Hey Bill, a slut here wants to talk to you.” She handed me the phone.

I took a couple of moments to gather my thoughts. “Hi. Aaaa, my name is Niko. I’m kneeling naked in the forward galley, and I just drank all of Mistress Elaine’s piss.”

He must have been surprised because he didn’t say anything.

“Hello, are you there?” I asked.

“Uh, yes, it’s just that this is the first time something like this has happened to me.”

“Actually, me too,” I replied.

“So why are you telling me this?”

“I guess, because, if you want, I’ll drink your piss too.”

“Can I get a blow job too?”

“Sure, I guess so. You’re not allowed to touch me below my neck though.”

“I can work with that. Put Elaine back on.” I handed her the phone. Of course, I could only hear her half of the conversation.

“Hi . . . No. Believe it or not, she’s a ten . . . If she says so . . . I guess that means you can skull fuck her.” After a couple of moments, she hung up.

“You’ll like Bill. He’s hung.”

Bill quickly joined us in the galley. “Bill, stand in front of her,” said Elaine.

Once in position, Mistress ordered me, “Pull out his cock.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I pulled down his zipper and fumbled to get his cock out. Even though he was just half hard, he was one of the biggest men I’ve ever seen.

Elaine said, “I don’t suppose I need to tell a hot little slut like you what to do to a beautiful cock like that do I?”

“No, Ma’am.” I started licking his cock.

As I started to suck it, Elaine suddenly said, “I’ll be right back.”

Bill ordered, “Hold your hands behind your back.”

I did, and he put his hands behind my head. As promised, he started skull fucking me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. With about an inch left, he managed to get about eight inches down my throat, then FLASH!

“Your master said it was okay to take pictures. Do you mind slut?” asked Elaine.

With Bill’s cock in my mouth, I literally had nothing to say about it. Mistress continued to take pictures.

Maybe it was the situation, but I’d expected Bill to last longer than he did. About five minutes after I’d started, he pushed my head away, took his cock in hand, and started to jack off.

“Keep your mouth closed,” ordered Mistress Elaine.

“Yes Ma’am,” I answered.

Bill’s first squirt of cum hit me square in the eye. He mustn’t have cum in a week because it felt like he sprayed a quart of cum onto my face. I knelt there totally humiliated with his cum running down my face onto my chest. Of course, Mistress continued to record the action with her camera.

“Do you need to pee?” asked Elaine.

“Yes, I sure do,” answered Bill.

She turned to me. “Do you feel humiliated?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Have you ever felt more humiliated?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“Listen slut. Bill went to the trouble of covering you with his cum. When you walk off this plane, I want your face to be covered in jizz. So from now on, you best learn to drink any piss offered to you, instead of letting it soak you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.’

“Okay then, get busy.”

I took Bill’s cock into my mouth. He was much gentler than Mistress Elaine. He metered his piss so that I was able to drink most of it while leaking only a little between my lips.

After he finished, I put his cock away without being told. He returned to the rear cabin.

“Want more?” asked Mistress.

“No, Ma’am,” I answered honestly.

“Okay, then get up, get dressed, and return to your seat.” For some reason, I couldn’t do it. I was totally humiliated, knelling naked on my piss-soaked blouse, covered in a stranger’s cum, with my stomach half full of piss, yet I craved even more. I didn’t know what would be in store for me when we reached San Francisco, but I knew I would agree to whatever they wanted to do to me.

“You can’t get enough, can you whore?”

“No Ma’am, I guess I can’t.”

Mistress heard the door to the lavatory open. She left the galley and returned with a middle-aged white man in tow. She nodded to me.

“Do you just need to pee, or do you want a blow job also?” I asked.

“A blow job would be nice.”

Over the next two hours, five men and three women feed me their piss. Three of the men added their cum to my body. Two of the women let me lick them to orgasm. I was extremely aroused. In spite of my degradation, or perhaps because of it, I’d never been so on edge.

It had been building for a while, but now I needed to pee. “Mistress, I need to pee.”

“So what?” answered Mistress.

“May I use the lavatory?”

“No, you may not. You must learn to control yourself slut. My lavatory is clean. A filthy slut like you cannot use my lavatory. You will have to hold it until we land.”

“Yes Ma’am, but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it until them.”

“Too bad, slut.” She walked up to me. “Open up, I need to pee again.”

I opened my mouth, and she filled my stomach to capacity. Knowing I was close to losing it, she stood back and waited with her camera.

I gave in to the inevitable, fought to relax, and finally, slowly at first, then like a fountain, I pissed onto my once beautiful blouse.

Mistress recorded it on her camera. “My god, you’re a filthy cunt.” Once I finished, she said, “We’re close to landing. Get dressed, I’ll be right back.”

When she returned, I was standing with my skirt on, holding my piss-soaked blouse in my hands. “Just don’t stand there, cunt. Get dressed. You can’t go back to your seat half naked.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I answered as I put my cold, filthy top on.

“I don’t want you sitting on my seat like that.” She handed me my jacket. “Put this on, it will help some.” She picked up the web cam.

She escorted me back to my seat. “Sir, thank you very much for lending me your slave. I must admit she was very cooperative. I don’t think your whore can get enough humiliation. If you give me your card, I’ll be happy to send you the photos.”

Sir handed her his card. “You are quite welcome. You certainly did an excellent job putting her through her paces under the constraints you were given. I didn’t think she was quite so submissive.”

Mistress returned to her flight duties, and Sir turned to me. “My god you stink slut. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, Sir. I did.”

He nodded to his laptop, where the video of my ordeal was playing. “Yes, I could see.”

The flight ended without further incident. As we walked through the terminal, my appearance and smell received many dirty looks. For some reason, I was surprised when Sir led me to a waiting limo.

The chauffeuse was dressed in a very skimpy French maid’s outfit. There was a gold ring in her nose that reached to the middle of her chin. Through her blouse, I could see the outline of rings in her nipples. The most astonishing thing was that the word “CUNT” was tattooed in red across her forehead.

As she opened the door she said, “Good evening, Sir, miss.”

“Cunt, get a coverall for the slut here. She had some fun on the flight.”

“Yes, Sir.” She led me to the trunk, where she silently helped me into a Tyvek jumpsuit so that I would not ‘contaminate’ the limo.

Once dressed, I joined Sir in the limo.