I drove back to my apartment that evening. The long drive alone from Dan and Alicia’s home gave me time to replay the last two weeks over in my mind. It had been a whirlwind of sex at the direction of Dan, with Alicia offering her assistance. If there was any doubt about what Bryan had transformed me into, those doubts were gone now. It was clear to me and those I served. I was Bryan’s whore.

For the first time, I was unsure what to expect when I got home. Before I left, Bryan had been moving Andrea into my apartment. I stressed over feelings that I was being pushed aside for the new girl.

When I arrived, no one was there. I could see many of Andrea’s things in the apartment. Per my standing order from Bryan, I took my clothes off at the door.

Soon, there was a noise at the door, like someone trying to open it. I thought it was Andrea, so I scurried to open the door. I was excited to see her and share stories of my vacation. In walked Rich. He was on me before I knew what was happening. He grabbed my throat and held tight, cutting off my breath. He told me Bryan had sent him to show me that I belonged to Bryan.

“You are Bryan’s whore, Bryan owns you.“

When he released my throat, I tried my best to say I knew what he was saying was true, but my voice was cracking.

On the drive home, I had been thinking of all the changes in my life since meeting Bryan. I wasn’t entirely innocent then, but compared to what he had done with me in a couple of fast-paced years, I was a completely different girl now. He had exposed me to many things I would have never experienced, like trips, flying first class, yacht trips, and visiting places I never dreamed of going. He bought me expensive clothes I never dreamed of purchasing on my own. It was all at a cost. I knew from day one that Bryan saying no to him meant it was over. Bryan was so ingrained in my life that I did not know how to end it.

Bryan told me that when he first saw me, he knew I was a whore, and he made it his mission to prove it to me. That he has done. A few years ago, if someone said I would be sold and traded sexually at a man’s whim, I would have thought you were crazy, but here I was now. I live to please Bryan. He has me do whatever he desires; I never question or resist. I was his whore. Bryan had been right about when he first saw me.

Since I met him, I have been cut off from family and all the friends I used to have growing up. Now, I live for him, for his praise and those short periods of time he spends with me. It seems right to me, like I was born to be his property.

Rich grabbed my hair and bent me over at the waist as he pulled me to the bedroom. He let go, and I guess he remembered he left his bag in his car. He ordered me to retrieve it. I started to grab a shirt, but he screamed that I had better not put that on. I went to the door and peered out into the parking lot. It was still early enough, and along with the parking lot lights, I knew I could be easily observed. I could hear the voices of children playing not far in the distance. Rich screamed now as I hesitated by the door. I opened the door fully and ran to his car. His car was parked in the far row of three. When I got there, the door was locked. I went around the other side, and it too was closed. I looked back at my apartment and realized I had to return and get the key. As I did, I saw my neighbor Bob looking at me with a big smile. Bob was used to seeing me naked, often talking to me over our shared patio fence. I retrieved the key from an angry Rich and returned to his car.

Another neighbor, a few doors down, was watching me as I moved about. I got the bag and returned to the apartment. The more I think about it, the more I realize these acts of exposure were done to isolate me further.

Once inside, I gave Rich his bag. He took out some instruments that I had no doubt would shortly be used on me. He put a cock shaped gag in my mouth, and it pushed at the entrance of my throat once he strapped it tightly behind my head. It was thick and caused my jaw to stay wide open to accommodate it. This made screaming impossible.

He continued scolding me, reminding me that I am Bryan’s property to do with as he chose to. He said today, Bryan chose for you to suffer. Even though I was scared and my heart was racing, I felt my pussy leaking from excitement. I knew my pussy was betraying me. Something about Rich’s treatment of me excited me so.

He pushed me against the wall and held me there with his forearm. He then started on my butt with a leather strap. I lost count. I could not escape. He whipped it beet red. Finally letting me off the wall. I dared not move.

Rich told me to turn around. He had me raise my arms above my head. I watched, and he removed a short whip from his bag. The whip was leather, about 16” long and a quarter inch thick. His first blow was across my breast. I jumped and tried to scream, but was unable to make any noise with the gag filling my mouth. Again and again, he swung that whip across my chest and breasts. The pain was intense. I glanced at my tiny breasts as welts appeared with the long, thin, red marks. When he hit a nipple, it was almost too much.

The door opened, and Andrea and Bryan walked in. Rich laughed and told them they had good timing as he was starting. My eyes begged Bryan to intercede, but it was of no use. Andrea stripped off her clothes and knelt nude at Bryan’s feet. Bryan sat in his chair and watched Rich’s work. Andrea watched as Rich continued whipping me. He turned me against the wall and continued whipping my back. The pain seemed unbearable. Rich scolded me, reminding me that I was Bryan’s property and that I serve him and only him.

I tried to agree but could not speak. Rich finally stopped his whipping of my back. He grabbed my hair and yanked, turning me around. He pushed my legs apart wider than my shoulders. He then switched back to the strap. I could see Andrea watching intently as Bryan almost seemed disinterested.

Rich first tapped my pussy lightly with the strap. The next thing I felt was intense pain, and I saw stars. I collapsed to the floor; Rich had delivered a hard blow to my exposed pussy. It was nothing like I ever felt before. Still unable to scream, even though I tried my best to make noise. Rich pulled me back to my feet by my hair. He put me back into the same position. He struck me again; it seemed more forceful if that was possible. I fell again to the floor.

Rich asked Bryan if I needed more. Bryan is now looking at me on the floor. I plead with my eyes for relief. Bryan was not to be denied. He spoke, telling Rich, “Three more.”

I was balling. Rich lifted me again, placing me back with my arms above my head. Each of the three remaining strap blows seemed to be delivered more forcefully than before. All I saw were stars. He held me from falling each time. When he finished, he let me drop to the floor.

Rich told Andrea to take notice and see what happens when a whore doesn’t follow her owner's instructions. All I could think of was how I had possibly failed Bryan. I went to Dan and Alicia’s and did everything they asked. I went on Bryan’s orders. I could not for the life of me understand what I had done wrong.

Andrea helped me up. Rich removed the cock gag, and my jaw was able to relax. I still was not able to talk. My pussy was swollen, and my chest had welts across my entire front. My back felt the same, and my butt was on fire.

Rich told Andrea to take me to the bed as he wanted to fuck me. She helped me move to the bed. I was a mess. I whispered to her that I did not know what I had done. I was still crying.

Rich entered the room and had Andrea service his cock, which was already hard.

It was a beautiful sight, and he made use of her mouth. He pushed her away and joined me in bed. Rich pushed my legs apart and entered my pussy, which was still in betrayal of my body as it was soaking wet.

He leaned over me and fucked my sore, bruised pussy with wild abandon. He squeezed my aching breasts, causing me to wince in pain. I was crying, which I think only turned him in more.

It seemed like forever before he orgasmed, shooting his cum deep inside me. I was able to orgasm as well, again, my pussy was in betrayal of my body. The release did feel good.

Rich left me in bed with his cum leaking from my pussy. I was unable to care or to move to clean myself.

I think I fell asleep for a period. I woke up hearing the sounds of sex from the living area of the apartment. I heard Bryan and Rich discussing Andrea. They were telling her she was his whore. I listened to her squeak, responding that yes, she was his.

I heard Rich and Bryan discussing going out for a drink. Soon they were gone, and Andrea came to my room and we cuddled. She caressed my welts softly. I told her I did not know what I had done wrong, and she said she had no idea. She told me Bryan always told her how pleased he was with my behavior and that she should try her best to follow my lead.

Andrea said Bryan was pleased with the envelope of cash I had left for him. She saw him holding it and could not believe how much money was there.

We showered together, even the water hurt as it ran down my body.

The next morning, I woke feeling better. I looked at my body in the mirror and could still see evidence of my punishment. My pussy was still sore.

Bryan stopped by in the afternoon. As soon as he entered, I dropped to my knees, crying and asking for forgiveness for whatever I had done to upset him.

He didn’t say what I did to upset him, but warned me to do better and follow his instructions. I promised to do better. Bryan told me that if I disappointed him again, he would give me to Rich permanently, and I did not want that.

Bryan removed the stack of cash he had left behind. Bryan told me he had spoken to Dan several times while I was there, and Dan gave him updates on me. Bryan said all of Dan’s reports were mostly positive.

Bryan then asked me questions about my time with Dan and Alicia. He had me fill him in on my dates and what occurred. I left nothing out in my descriptions as I knew what Bryan expected. Bryan praised me as I told him of all the lurid details. I could tell Andrea was getting jealous of the attention and praise Bryan was giving me.

Bryan asked me if I thought Dan and Alicia would like to have Andrea for a visit. I assured him they would. I reached out and held Andrea’s hand.

Bryan said maybe I should send you both next time. To my surprise, Andrea did not seem to object. I wondered if she had become more of what Bryan desired while I was away, if he had shared or sold her in my absence.

He left with Andrea, who had arrived with me on my knees, crying at Bryan’s feet.

It was then that I had all kinds of thoughts about whether he was playing mental games with me and if this was the way he changed girls in his life. I remembered all the stories about the girl before me and her having a breakdown. I wondered if Bryan caused these impossible situations to end with one girl, only to repeat them with the new one.

I had all kinds of thoughts rushing through my head. I made the biggest thing out of nothing, trying to make sense of it. I had let this man control my entire life; he decided every aspect. I could not begin to think what I would do without him.

I spent the day crying.

They returned a couple of hours later. Bryan was now praising Andrea. He had indeed taken her to a friend and shared her with him. She did not seem at all out of sorts. I sensed she was accepting his training of her well.

This was when he dropped big news on us. Bryan was having a bachelor party weekend at his Lake Tahoe home. He said Andrea and I would attend as the only girls there. I knew what it meant, but wondered if Andrea did as well. Neither of us hesitated to offer our approval.

He told us there would be fifteen or so men there who all expected to be treated nicely by his girls. I again knew what it meant and wondered if Andrea had the same understanding.

So I decided to make it clear. I asked him if he expected us to have sex with them all. He held my chin in his hand while standing above me. He said he expected us both to do as we are told. Whatever his friends want, they can have. He then asked us both individually if that was understood.

I answered first.

“Yes, sir, I understand”.

He looked at Andrea. I could sense she was making a mental decision just like I had in my start with Bryan. After a brief moment, she answered.

“Yes, sir, I will do as you say.”

Bryan removed his pants. All this talk had obviously affected him, as his cock stood at attention. Andrea moved to take him in her mouth first. I got to watch her skills at sucking cock. I told her that Bryan likes to have your throat.

He said that was correct. He took my and Andrea’s hands and walked us into the bedroom. First, he put me on my back with my head hanging off the side of the mattress. He told Andrea to lie beside me. She did, and we were side by side with our heads hanging off the bed. First, he stood in front of me. I pulled him closer, and his cock went right down my throat.

I was used to this activity. Bryan has trained me to do this since I met him. Now it was Andrea’s turn to learn. Bryan moved to Andrea and pushed his cock into her mouth. He slowly moves in and out motions, entering further and further into her throat. She gagged and choked, but Bryan was persistent. Bryan was not to be denied.

Andrea was squirming about as he demanded entry. I knew from my experience that her resistance only worked to excite Bryan more. Bryan motioned for me to hold her still. I moved and straddled her chest, and Bryan kept working towards his goal.

She was drooling and coughing when he allowed her to breathe. Still, he was not going to stop until she learned this task. I was encouraging her. Finally, I saw Bryan cock impression stretching her throat. He was successful at getting his full length in her throat. He stroked a few times and then allowed her to breathe. He repeated this over and over. Her eyes were tearing, mixed with her drool. Her resistance slowly lessened as he continued.

Bryan asked if he should be the first to cum in her throat. I did not answer, and Andrea was in no position to. I was busy watching her throat expand to take his cock with each entry. Her tiny neck looked so small as his cock invaded it.

Bryan told us that the guys at his party would all like this and to expect to do it. I knew it was true because Andrea was learning it.

Bryan pushed to full insertion and groaned aloud. It seemed as if I could see his cock pumping cum into her throat. She started struggling again, but he held still until he was done. I had her tight to keep her from fighting for freedom from his cock. When he pulled out, she was coughing and struggling to breathe.

He praised us both. I assisted Andrea into a sitting position. I was still on her lap, and I caressed her face. Bryan handed me a towel, and I wiped her tears and drool as she recovered. I kissed her and told her she did well. She tried to talk, but she could not. Trying just caused her to cough. I assured her that it gets easier each time. I hugged her as I knew what she was going through.

Bryan sat on the bed next to us and hugged her. He told her she had done well for her first time. She smiled. He warned her she had better be prepared.

I was excited, and Bryan was not done. I wiped her drool from his cock, and he lay back on the bed. I moved from Andrea to Bryan and straddled him. His cock was still hard, and I moved to have him inside me.

I told Bryan I only considered pleasing him while I was with Dan and Alicia. I told him, as all those men were fucking me, I was thinking of pleasing him. I tried my best to represent him.

Bryan told me again that I did well serving him. Bryan told me he wants me to help him teach Andrea to accept her role. I was still struggling with what Bryan had done to me, and now he wanted my help in leading Andrea into becoming his whore as well.

I wondered about my punishment from yesterday, but dared not ask any questions. I was so confused. One minute, he told me one thing, and then another, a minute later. I worried this was his way of ending things with me and starting fresh with Andrea. Was it him sending a clear message to Andrea? But the next thought was that it was my fault. I needed to do better at following his directions. I wanted to do more to please him. My mind was spinning with fear of losing him, confusion about what I had done wrong.