{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"bd58970e-4de3-40ef-9a32-71b1504d0392","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-09-01T03:17:09.354Z","title":"Safeword","slug":"safeword","shortId":"OlEgJazs","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Emily finds out the hard way that safewords aren't everything.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"41f5676d-f0b3-420c-950b-79d1e8cdb623","title":null,"summary":"\n\nNear the center of the city park, there was a small, rundown bathroom far from any of the main wal","wordCount":4170,"readTime":21,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

Near the center of the city park, there was a small, rundown bathroom far from any of the main walking paths. It had originally been intended as a park employee bathroom, but as other facilities were built over the years it fell out of use. Nowadays it received very little foot traffic, but thanks to a lax cleaning staff, managed to be as filthy as any heavily used gas station bathroom. The usual graffiti adorned the walls, most of the floor was covered with tracked-in dirt and leaves, and the toilet bowls were caked with all manner of human waste. In the last stall at the end, trying not to gag from the stench of the place, Emily waited.

The man who found her there just gaped in astonishment for a long moment, which caused a slight stirring of pride within her. She knew she must be a rare sight: a naked, red-haired beauty lying on her back atop a toilet, pale limbs quivering in bondage, her whole body flushed and gleaming with sweat.

Emily found the way she'd been trussed up arousing, but also extremely uncomfortable. Her long legs had been pulled up and back until her feet nearly touched her head. A pair of thin silver chains were wrapped around each big toe, and ran down to her nipple rings. Any attempt to put her legs down, or even just to relax them, would yank the chains and torture her own chest. She’d been in this position for nearly an hour, and by now her thigh muscles strained and flexed with the effort of staying still, and the two chains were stretched painfully taut.

This jacknife posture left her creamy white ass jutting out over the edge of the toilet seat, pointing straight at the stall door and the man there staring at her. Her anus and pussy were in full view, and both hands were cupping her cheeks invitingly. Not that they had a choice. Rings just like the ones on her nipples pierced her pussy lips and were tied to her thumbs, leaving her slit pulled obscenely open. She couldn't move her hands away without doing herself serious damage, and the way her arms were wrapped around her immobile legs kept her from moving them closer and giving her pussy any relief either.

The final piece of the ensemble was the thick, black dog collar around her neck. It was locked to the pipe behind her and kept her chin up, forcing her to meet the gaze of the man in front of her.

He recovered from his initial shock and began to inch closer, taking in the sight of her. \"A-Are you... alright, ma'am?\" he asked, voice hesitant. His mouth curved up in a hungry smile as he saw the words 'fuck me hard' scrawled on her belly in black marker. \"I can, uh, I can help you out of that.\"
Emily licked her lips nervously. \"No\", she managed to say, \"I'm fine. I... I wanted to do this.\" And that was true, mostly. Kind of. Yes.

She'd always had a taste for bondage and submission. Kinky play like being tied up or spanked or calling her lover 'Master' gave her a naughty thrill. And her latest boyfriend was really into that sort of thing too. Like really, really into it. They'd started out light, playing little games like wearing a blindfold and masturbating in front of him, or letting him tie her hands behind her back at dinner and then feed her by hand.

But things had progressed quickly, especially after Master persuaded her to move in with him. She went from welcoming him home from work with a kiss to welcoming him with a blowjob, then to a blowjob and licking his shoes and offering to be his toilet. Eating out of a dog bowl had been deliciously perverse when she'd first tried it, but much less fun when he started giving her actual dog food. And their time in the bedroom became less and less about him pleasing her, and more about her pleasing him, with orgasms something she had to earn through good behavior.

It had all gone far beyond her comfort zone, but she just couldn't bring herself to stop. The problem was that he was such a great guy. Really. If he'd been an asshole, she wouldn't have put up with any of this crap for even a second. No nipple piercings, no home videos, no butt plugs. She would have told him to take a hike long ago. But Master was kind and funny and handsome. And rich too. That had helped more than a little.

And it's not like he ever actually forced her to take things further. He always asked, and never got angry or upset if she said no. He just kept gently pushing and pushing, getting her to try one little kinky thing she'd never done before, to submit to him in one more way, and then another, and another. He would ask her after each experiment if she'd enjoyed it, and she would say yes and try to convince herself that it was true. After all, it was better than losing him.

And she could always use their safeword. She'd only ever used it a few times so far, but he'd always reacted immediately, transforming from harsh master to loving boyfriend. Whenever she tried something that was just a little too extreme, it was a comfort to know that she could put a stop to it if she really wanted.

Emily was tempted to use it already. Or maybe just start screaming for help. When Master first suggested the idea of tying her up and leaving her in a public bathroom to be used by whoever came in, she'd refused immediately and angrily. The next few times he'd brought it up had been rejected just as hotly. But he had kept going at it, telling her how exciting it would be, how thrilling to be rendered helpless and ravished by a total stranger.

She'd continued to resist the idea, but then their one year anniversary had come along. For 24 hours, Master had treated her like a normal boyfriend, starting with breakfast in bed. They'd spent the whole day having a wonderful time out, followed by a romantic dinner and a sensual night in. It had reminded her of why she fell in love with him in the first place, and how she longed to be with him forever. As they'd laid in bed that night, exhausted from love-making and half asleep, she'd finally agreed to do what he wanted. It was, she had rationalized, a small price to pay.

It didn't seem so small now, though. Emily licked her lips again and dismissed the idea of trying to back out. She'd already come this far, and it would make him so happy. And it's not like she really had anything to worry about. Master had promised that he would be careful and set up everything beforehand. That's why they were in this disgusting little bathroom that no one ever used anymore. The guy in front of her now wasn't really a random stranger, it was just some old college buddy of his she'd never met. He'd be clean, and knew her safeword.

Summoning up her courage, she gave the man a weak smile. \"Well,\" she asked, \"what are you waiting for?\"

Not much, apparently. In a matter of seconds, his trousers were down and he was on her. She gasped at the feeling of his unfamiliar cock pushing into her. She was considerably wet already (she had to admit, the idea of being tied down and used by a stranger wasn't entirely unpleasant), and the man soon developed a steady rhythm in and out of her.

He was taking the words Master had written on her stomach to heart, and pounding her as hard as he could. The movement jangled the chains at her nipples and pussy lips, short painful jerks that brought tears to her eyes. Any thoughts she'd entertained about orgasming from this experience were quickly dashed, as it was clear he didn't care a whit about pleasing anyone but himself. Soon, but not nearly as soon as she'd hoped, he began to shoot his wad in her. As she felt his slimy jism leaking out of her stretched slit, she relaxed. It was over. She'd done it, and Master would be so proud of her. He'd definitely let her cum tonight. Maybe even twice. Or reward her with real food for dinner...

She was snapped out of her daydreams by the man stepping over her body and straddling her. His weight forced her legs even farther back and yanked hard on her nipple rings. Emily yelped in shock and pain. \"What are you doing?!\"

\"I want to try that ass,\" the man said. \"Get me hard again.\" His tone was no longer nervous or hesitant, but commanding. She winced as he slapped his wet dick against her closed lips.

Emily tried to explain that this was over, that he was supposed to stop now, but she didn’t get the chance. The moment she opened her mouth to speak, he jabbed his cock in. Even soft, it was large enough to make her gag. She gave him a silent plea with her eyes, hoping he would see that she was no longer a willing participant.

If he noticed, he didn't seem to care. \"Put that tongue to work,\" he ordered, and roughly pulled one of the chains connected to her nipples. She began sucking him quickly, just wanting to bring a swift end to what was becoming a nightmare.

From outside the stall came the clatter of a door opening, and she felt hope rise. Her boyfriend was here! Then an unfamiliar voice yelled out, \"Hey man, what the fuck's taking you so long?! You taking a monster shit or something?!\"

The man using her mouth laughed. \"Or something, yeah\", he shouted back. \"Get in here and check this out!\" She couldn't see the stall door open with him in the way, but she heard someone make a low whistle.

\"Who the hell is this bitch?\"

\"Some crazy rape slut,\" the man replied. \"Found her like this, and she practically begged me to do her. You want a piece?\"

\"Fuck yeah!\"

Fear and panic whirled through her mind as she heard the sound of a belt unbuckling. Was this really a stranger? Not her Master's friend? She felt a rush of adrenaline, and it made her bold enough to jerk her head to the side and spit out the man's cock. She screamed her safeword as loud as she could.

There was a long moment of silence.

\"Bunny?\" the newcomer finally asked. \"Why the fuck did she say bunny?\"

The first man shrugged, grabbing her by the chin and force feeding her his cock again. \"Who knows why crazy bitches do anything?\"

Frustrated tears ran down Emily's face. This was all wrong! She was being raped, really truly raped, and was helpless to stop it. The second man shoved himself inside her. He was thicker than the first had been and immediately started shafting her, making her whimper in pain.

Another sharp tug to her nipple rings brought her attention back to the cock in her mouth. She resumed sucking on it, hoping her compliance might at least make them a little more gentle. The man stroked her hair. \"Yeah, you're a good cocksucker, aren't you?\" he said approvingly, and she flushed with shame. \"That's right, gobble my cock up. Remember, the sooner you get me hard, the sooner I can give your ass some loving.\"

As Emily reluctantly teased his cock back to life, she felt the one in her pussy pulse and begin to spurt, which meant she now had the cum of two total strangers in her. Ugh, at least she was on birth control. He pulled out and wiped his dick clean on her thigh. A short while later, her original rapist pulled out too, stepping back to bring his slick cock down to her exposed rosebud.

\"Please,\" she begged, already knowing her words would be useless. \"Don't do this! This is all a mistake! I thought you wereaaaaagh-!\" The man pushed forward, and with one vicious thrust he stretched her anal ring wide open and buried himself deep in her ass.

It wasn't her first anal experience. Part of her BDSM games with her boyfriend had involved ass play, and she'd gotten used to having beads or butt plugs in there, as well as his cock. But he had always been gentle and slow, and used plenty of lube to make things as painless as possible. This sudden brutal assault on her rectum felt like she was being ripped open. Emily cried out, her head swimming with pain and humiliation.

\"She's got a nice ass,\" the man remarked to his friend, \"but she's not using it right. Come on slut, squeeze my cock. Show me how much you want my cum up your guts.\" He punctuated his words with a sharp jab to her stomach that made her gasp. He withdrew his cock slowly, nearly turning her asshole inside out as her dry flesh clung to him. He stopped when he was almost completely out of her, his head encircled by her sphincter.

\"Do it, \" he urged. \"Clamp down on me. Welcome me into your hot shithole by giving my head a friendly hug hello.\" Reluctantly, she clenched her ass muscles the way her boyfriend had taught her, and the man responded with a sigh of pleasure. \"I knew you could do it,\" he told her. \"I could tell just by looking that you loved a good ass fuck.\" He surged forward again, driving even deeper this time. \"You just keep on milking my cock like that.\"

Emily did, her whole body dyed red with humiliation. \"That's it, that's it,\" her rapist said happily. \"You're damn good at this. Damn good. This isn't the chute of some amateur ass slut. This is fucking professional service I'm getting. Only way someone gets this good is practice, practice, practice. I bet you haven't gone a single night in a while without something up in here. Bet this hole has swallowed miles worth of cock by now.\" It was true that Master had made anal sex a regular part of their nightly activities for months, and it made her sick to her stomach that it was apparently so obvious. By the time her bowels began to fill up with her rapist's seed, she was sobbing openly.

\"Please,\" she mewled as he pulled out, desperate to end this. \"Please let me go, please, please... I don't want this... oh God... please, please, please... I'll be good... please...\"

The man's face darkened with anger. \"What's the matter, bitch?\" He gave her a hard slap that made her see stars. \"You're the one who came out here tonight to be used. The one who let some schmuck tie her slutty ass down to a goddman toilet. So what's the problem? Am I not good enough for you? You think you're better than me, you filthy piece of shit whore?\"

\"No no no no,\" Emily whimpered. \"I'm not... I didn't.... I just wanna go home...\"

\"I know what you want, slut. You want more cock, don't you?\" She shook her head, but he slapped her again, and then spat on her face. \"Say it whore. Tell me how much you want it. Fucking gutter trash. Fucking toilet girl. Taking cock is all you're good for, so say it!\"

\"I... I want it...\" she whispered. \"I want more cock...\"

\"You hear that,\" the man said, turning to his friend, who'd been recording the whole exchange on his cellphone. \"Little slut's hungry for more. Call the rest of the gang down here. Tell them we've got a bitch who needs a good pounding.\"

\"And while we're waiting for them to get here,\" he said, straddling her again and bringing his shit streaked cock to her lips, \"let's see if you can coax a third load out.\"

Twenty minutes later, Emily was still sucking his cock. She'd long since licked all traces of her ass from it, after which he'd ordered her to give him a slow, loving blowjob. Her whole body ached by now, and she went at the task almost eagerly, needing something to take her mind off the pain. At least he wasn't hurting her.

The second man had resumed recording her with his phone after leaving for a few minutes to make the call. He occasionally gave her directions, like having her smile for the camera, or say in a muffled voice how much she loved the taste of cock. Her actions wouldn't fool anyone into thinking that she was a willing participant in what was going on, but they made it clear that she was an obedient one.

She'd finally gotten him to cum a third time, and was still licking his cock clean, when she heard a door open and more steps echoing in the bathroom. Oh god, the rest of them were here. She looked up at the man, wordlessly begging him for mercy. Her pitiful expression only made him smile. The door to the stall opened and she flinched.

Someone asked \"What's going on here?” and she nearly fainted in relief. Master was here!

Without turning around, her rapist raised a hand and gave him a casual thumbs up. \"Just finishing up, Sean,\" he said calmly, and put his dick away. He zipped his pants back up and gave her butt a friendly slap. \"You trained this one good.\"

Her boyfriend stepped into view beside the man, and gently ran a hand down her hair. \"Is that true, darling? Were you a good little fucktoy for my friends here?\"

Emily stared at him in confusion. His friends? His friends? Had it been a game after all? \"Y... you said...\" she croaked, her throat hoarse.

Her two rapists(?) left the stall, leaving her alone with Master. \"I said I'd call in a friend, and make sure everything went smoothly. And it did. You played your part beautifully, honey. It sounds like they loved you.\"

She found herself shaking with anger, the words flowing more freely. \"Smoothly?! They raped me! I told them to stop, I even used our safeword!\"

Master chuckled. \"Of course they didn't stop. After all the time it took to set this up, why would we let it get spoiled by a silly safeword?\"

This was too much. To hell with him, nice or not, rich or not. \"You untie me right now, you bastard,\" she spat. \"We're through.\"

\"No.\" He spoke lightly, but something glittered in his eyes. He began to unbuckle his belt. \"We're just getting started.\" He held the belt taut in his hands. \"Let me explain this in a way you can understand.\"

The belt came down on her stomach, and Emily gasped in pain. \"You're not my girlfriend, you stupid bitch,\" Master informed her. \"Never have been. You're my slave, and I've spent the last year training you to be a good one.\" The belt came down again, this time across her chest. \"Taught you how to suck my cock just the way I like it, how to drink my piss without spilling a drop, how to use that sweet ass of yours to wring the cum out of me. All important skills that you'll be using every day for the rest of your life.\"

\"And you know what?\" he asked, smiling. \"It was easy. My friends go through so much effort to get their slaves: kidnapping, blackmail, extortion. And they have to struggle with them the whole way through. But me? I just find dumb cunts like you. All I have to do is show you a little kindness and flash a bit of money, and you jump through all the hoops for me.\"

Another lash. Another. \"Training time's just about over, darling. This was the test to see if you were ready to be a full-time slave, and you passed with flying colors. I already called your office and let them know you won't be coming in for a while. They think the two of us are spending the winter in the tropics. I might let you go back to work there eventually, once you've adjusted. Wouldn't mind the extra cash that would bring in. But for now, you'll be making me some money another way.\"

Emily just shook her head, eyes awash with tears. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. Without even realizing it, she began chanting her safeword over and over again, as if it was some magical charm that would save her.

Master swung back the stall door, and showed her whiteboard sign now hanging off a hook. It read:

'Hi, I'm _____, and I can't wait to get your hot, yummy jizz!
Fuck my cunt - $20
Fuck my ass - $25
Fuck my throat - $10
SATISFACTION GUARANTEED:
If I can't make you cum in 10 minutes or less, you fuck for free!'

\"Here's how this works, slave. You're staying right there until you've made me $1000. So if you want to just lay there and cry and feel sorry for yourself, go right ahead. I've got a long line of gangbangers out there, most of them planning to go at least two or three rounds with you, and none of them will complain about getting a freebie because you were too busy bawling. I've already cleared things with a few buddies in the parks service, and this whole section of the park is officially closed for construction, so we've got as much time as we need. Whether this takes hours or days is all up to you. If you want to get out of here anytime soon, you'll act like a proper whore and fuck your customers just like I taught you.\"

Emily made one last sobbing plea. \"Sean... oh god please... don't do this... I'll do whatever you want... anything... I'll be your slave... don't let them rape me...\"

Her ex-boyfriend and new owner brought the belt down again, this time right on her spread pussy, making her whole body convulse in agony. \"Don't forget the rules, bitch. Master is the only name you get to address me by. And speaking of names,\" he tapped the underlined blank spot on the whiteboard, \"yours isn't Emily anymore.\"

He pulled a marker out of his pocket. \"Fucktoys need new names, helps them learn they're not really people anymore. I've known what yours was going to be for a long, long time. Every time you hear it, I want you to remember what it used to mean to you. I want you to remember that you're nothing but a slave now, and you don't get to say no to anything anymore.\"

He wrote her new name on the whiteboard, and then left the bathroom to start letting the customers in. Behind him, Bunny continued to sob.

Epilogue

The normal stink of the bathroom had been replaced with a nearly overpowering stench of sweat and cum. Sean had to hold his nose as he walked down to the last stall to greet his newest acquisition. \"You did it babe,\" he told her cheerfully. \"$1000, and it only took you sixteen hours!\"

Bunny looked right through him. Her eyes were glazed over, in more ways than one. A mask of semen covered her whole face, and little cum bubbles appeared out of her nose and mouth with every breath. She'd gone nearly catatonic a few hours ago, and that had only made them fuck her harder. In a way, Sean mused, she was lucky. If there hadn't been plenty of guys who got off on seeing how trashed the others had left her, it would've taken her forever to get the last few dollars she needed.

Sean undid the silver chains and released Bunny from her bondage. Her limbs all flopped down, having long since gone numb from their forced positions. Many of the men, no doubt inspired by the setting, had taken the opportunity to piss on her. Her red hair was soaked with it, and a yellowish pool of semen and urine had gathered in the concave of her stomach. Her movement unsettled the filthy liquid, and it ran in streams across her body. White froth continued to ooze from her two lower holes.

Sean grimaced and picked her up in his arms, trying unsuccessfully to avoid staining his clothes. Bunny blinked up at him, then coughed and spat out a wad of used toilet paper. \"M... Mas... ter..?\" she asked blearily. She hugged him. \"You... you came to save me\" she sobbed.

\"That's right, sweetheart\" he said, not bothering to argue with her. \"I'm here to save you. I'm going to take you home and get you all cleaned up and fed and put to bed. And do you know what we'll do when you wake up?\"

Bunny answered with a soft snore, and he sighed. \"What we're going to do,\" he finished, \"is bring you back here and see how fast you can earn me another couple grand.\" Bunny just murmured and snuggled closer to him. Sean smiled to himself and let her sleep. She was going to need it.

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