"Laura's choice -"
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Laura's choice - Short Story
« on: May 20, 2016, 11:43:43 PM »
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Since "Kelly's dance" was seemingly well received, I continued the story of Laura, the other slave.
Mostly, my stories are focused on the action, but I tried to do things a bit different here, shifting the focus on the main character and a bit more characterization instead.
As it is, it therefore has a bit of a slower pacing, but rest assured, the usual hard torture will be added in the second part.
And as always, feel free to leave some feedback while passing by  ;)




Laura's choice - I

Laura sat at the divan and enjoyed a cup of black tea. The sun was painting her naked body in a warm shade
of amber, which was damp with sweat, for she had just taken care of her masters morning needs.
Because of this, her long brown hair was ruffled, but she knew this only emphasized her cute face. Daniel,
her master, had a cup of coffee and a smoke, but his half erect member told her he wouldn't finish any of
these, at least not now.

But to her surprise he did, and when she had refilled the cup, he smiled at her.
“Laura, you should take some time to civilize yourself, as I will do, too. Take care of Nell, and meet me at
the dining hall in three hours. No, it's a surprise.” he added quickly when she opened her mouth. “Now get
going, before I feel the need to whip you senseless!” he continued without any threat in his voice. Daniel
could, and would, whip any of his girls to his entertainment or as a punishment, but he had other plans
today. So Laura breathed a kiss at his mouth and disappeared.



She walked down to the girls bathroom, and while taking a quick shower, kept wondering about the
announced surprise, but than again, she would learn soon enough.
After her luscious body was dried, Laura went over to Nell's room. The girl wore a collar, which was
attached to the wall using a chain of some twenty feet, long enough for her to enter the bathroom, but
effectively keeping her away from the exit of the room.

The redhead was still sleeping, but just woke up when Laura put her tongue at her pink slit, softly touching
and caressing the smaller girls button.
Nell had “Girl's Duty”, she was the plaything of the other slave girls. They could do almost anything to her,
having a good time or letting of steam as they pleased. Liz, for example, loved to beat her up and ride her
face, but Laura's ways were much more gentle.
Then again, today she was about to try something new.

“Sweetheart, I'm gonna be a bit more rough on you today.”
The words were a bit muffled, for she continued to give the girl a good time.
“Anything, hun. Mmmmmmmmh!” Nell replied moaning.
After she had come, the chained girl softly stroked Laura between her legs.
“What did you mean by 'more rough'?” she asked before putting the tip of Laura's right breast between her
lips.
“Well, I never really hurt somebody. I know what Liz does to you, but I never felt the urge to do so by
myself. I'm no master, after all.”
A small thread of saliva connected Nell's tongue and Laura's nipple after she removed her mouth from it.
“But in this room you are. You never acted it, and I appreciate it, but you just didn't play the part, that's all.”
Laura was puzzled. Of course, Nell was right, but she never looked at it from this angle. Maybe she was just
too submissive to even come near that terrain.

“You're right, but I'm not made for this. I won't order you to to anything, I'm asking you.”
Nell just bent backwards, spreading her legs and offering her unprotected body.
“Do as you please, luv. I'm all yours.” Something just fell into place, and for the glimpse of a second, Laura
understood her master. At this very moment, Nell was offering herself to her, out of her free will, truly
submitting her body and soul to Laura, and Laura accepted. A new bond formed, and then it was all over,
and both girls were back in the here and now.

Their tongues connected, and Laura's finger found their way into Nell's lap. From time to time, Daniel played
with her clit, applying pressure or pinching it a bit between his finger, usually moving on to clamps or the whip
shortly after.
But Laura just had something her master hadn't: Fingernails.
The other girl's moaning was just a tad less lustful as usual, so Laura increased the force of her fingers, and
then she saw her victims eyes widen when the real pain started to hit her, but she still held her legs apart
for her.
They kissed again against Nell's heavy panting, tears ran down and sparkled like stars. The Laura bent
backwards and pointed towards her wet crotch, but the other girl just shook her head, her reddened face
defiant.
“Try to force me.”
“What?”
“Give me a slap and pull me down by force, or I'll just sit here and make fun of you.”
“But I'm..”
“What? To weak? To submissive?” Nell snorted cheeky.
“Well, I guess...”
“Ok, slavebitch, you're now gonna beat this slave in front of you into submission, or you're gonna eat out
her pussy right now!”

Laura was a bit overrun and overwhelmed by the situation. She couldn't just hit Nell's face...?
“Here's my left cheek, luv. Still not up to -”
Wham. Laura's hand moved almost by itself, and a small bit of blood formed at Nell's lower lip. Startled by
her own courage, Laura just sat there and looked a bit terrified, but then a painful chuckle reached her ears.
“T'was time, luv, almost thought I need to take over from here. Now you're gonna pull my head down and
make me pleasure you.”
Still a bit surplussed, Laura did just as she was told.



While showering again, the girl tried to get her head straight again. Ever since Kelly had met her end at their
dinner plates, Daniel had been pushing Laura to do new things, especially at the more dominant and sadistic
side. It was something she'd never done, and felt no need to do, but she complied, if only to obey her master.
And so she was forming a deeper bond to Daniel as well, for she begun to understand his longings in a deeper
and more nuanced way.

After seeing Kelly's agonizing but voluntary last struggle, she had told her master of her fear to not be able to
do the same, to embrace the suffering when her time comes.
But she didn't need to, as she understood now.
Then again, she was next, and she still was anxious about it, but it was ok with her, for she knew Daniel quite
enjoyed her tension. No reason to disappoint him.

With a hint of regret she cut of the soothing streams of warm water and grabbed a towel.
Daniel had ordered her to wear some fur between her legs, which she kept at about one centimeter, and she
massaged a hint of oil into the hair to keep it smooth for him. One simple line at her eyelid was all the makeup
she needed, accompanied by the ring in her lower lip, which seemingly served the only purpose of being a
target for her masters teeth while kissing.

She smiled to herself at the thought, and opened her cabinet.
There weren't too many clothes waiting for her, but she found what she was looking for, an almost transparent
and loosely cut tunic which left nothing to the viewers imagination.
After all, her master had invited her to dinner, so she needed to be dressed.
“Well then,” she mused, while checking that her master could uncover her lower body using only one simple
movement of his hand, “time to get surprised.”



The dining room was about eighteen feet wide in either direction, at one side a huge window opened to the
garden, and the golden light of the high sun lit the table her master, who wore only a dressing gown. After
they took their seats, Liz served some wine and begun to slowly give her master a relaxed blow-job.
Daniel took care of refilling the glasses by himself, but Laura had a feeling he was sloshing her a bit. Then the
treatment of his member took its toll, and while he kissed Laura, he shot his load into Liz's throat. The girl then
thanked him and was dismissed.

The door at the other side opened, a an asian woman entered.
Laura was surprised that poor thing could even walk, for she clearly had spent the last few hours simmering,
and her skin had already turned into even pink. And for sure she seemed a bit weak on her legs, but held herself
bravely upright, and her face was a mask of stoic calmness.

The girl carried a tray, holding a bowl of sauce, a syringe and two short, sharp knifes.
Laura ogled over her body her while she walked towards the table, and wasn't sure which kind of appetite the
shaved pussy stirred in her.

“Meet Mei, who will serve us as dinner today. She is a chinese breed, and took her time at the pot to please us
with tender, medium rare meat.”
Laura took a sharp breath.
“We are going to-” she asked across the table.
A smooth voice emerged from the chinese.
“Yes. I lying down. You eat. My duty. Thank you.” she said in heavily accented english and climbed at the table.
“But-!” was all the protest Laura managed to put up before she was interrupted again.
“Sweetheart.”

It was all he needed to say, and she knew he was serious. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, whilst the
asian girl put herself at the huge, human sized metal plate laying at the table between the slave and her master.
He still looked at her when Liz reappeared and brought a small bowl of rice and a second with vegetables.
Then Liz had left again, and the only sound filling the room was Laura's own breath.

It was quite surreal.
Laura had had girlmeat before, and she had seen girls suffering, but never before she literally had a living and
breathing being at her plate. She could understand the other girls doing their last dance for the master, the bond
which would ultimately fulfill itself at this very special moment.

But there was no such bond here. Mei was simply a bought piece of meat, a total stranger to her. Not even a
person in any sense, for she just went straight to the table, waiting for her sure end.
“Do us the honor of taking the first bite, darling.”
Daniels voice was quite and firm, and Laura forced herself to look over the asian beauty. Her perfect face was
completely devoid of the apprehension she almost certainly felt right now, her small breasts rose and fell slowly
to the rhythm of her breath.

But despite her whole “I'm just meat at your table”-attitude, Laura didn't see a readily cut steak or filet, but a
human in front of her, and didn't know how to react.
“She isn't bound.” Laura stated to gain time.
“No need to.” was the only answer.

Laura gave a sigh and slowly put the fork towards the girls lower arm.
“Don't need fork” Mei stated and lifted her hand, almost putting the arm into Laura's mouth. The soft skin pressed
gently against her teeth, and finally, Laura gave in and slowly took a bite. In this very moment she didn't even
realize that her hesitation caused the girl even more agony, but Mei only uttered a suppressed moan.
Then she begun to chew on the meat, and it's taste exploded in her mouth.

She almost felt guilty when she gulped it down and met her masters eyes. He had watched the whole scene in
silence with a crooked smile.
“Good?”
She nodded, tears in her eyes.
“Delicious.”

Then they both ate in silence, picking only the parts they liked most, leaving cuts all over the girls body. Her
discipline was astonishing, and she only moaned so slightly when Daniel cut off a part of her right breast.
After she caught an approving glimpse from her master, Laura put her fork between the girls legs, and begun to
take a part of the filet. She saw the remaining fist clench, and a sharp hiss followed by an painful moan followed,
but the girl didn't move at all, forcing herself to lay still.

She enjoyed every bite of it while looking at Mei, who had tears running down her face, the lips pressed firmly
together, but kept laying at the plate.
It must cost her almost inhuman strength, Laura mused.
“Feel free to take her lips.” Daniel encouraged her, the firsts words spoken for twenty minutes.
“Give her a last kiss.”

And Laura bent over, gently taking the girls head up, pressing her own lips against hers. Their eyes met, as did
their tongues, and a mixture of fear, pain, obedience and a hidden sense of pleasure was in Mei's look, as the girls
kissed over her hot tears. A brief moment of intimate connection passed, and Laura bit into the other girls tongue.
She didn't separate herself from the kiss, slowly chewing and biting into the Asian's lower lip.

The pain was written all over Mei's face, but she too didn't do anything to pull back, and the very urge to escape
the agony was clearly seen in her eyes, but Laura saw defiance, too, the struggle of this girl forcing herself to not
resist her own demise.
And, as if something snapped in Laura's head, she climaxed.