Yeah, I know it's been two months. Anyways, in celebration of my 10,000th post, here's Pet part six. :3

Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V

Amanda stared at John as he broke away from the kiss. She felt so vulnerable, so helpless, and so weak under him but at the same time, she had never been more aroused in her life. He was right, after all. Her feeble attempt at a resistance surpassed pathetic by a long shot.

She closed her eyes as John ran his fingers down her arms to her breasts.

"I wonder..." John laughed and looked at her with lustful eyes, intoxicated with arousal and enchanted by her submission. His fingers pinched her nipples and he twisted them harshly. Amanda screamed and John smiled.

"P-please... don't hurt me..." Amanda whimpered weakly.

"Why? You like it so much." John ran his hand over the scratches on her legs to enforce his point. Finding his victory, I doubt he was expecting an answer.

Amanda was speechless as she let his words sink in. Maybe she was as much of a pain slut as both John and Clara assumed her to be. Maybe she really did want this enough to make the sacrifice. Maybe...

Amanda was torn from her contemplation as she felt another jolting shock of pain from her nipples. She let out a cry that was both a scream of pain and a moan of pleasure. She could feel the wetness in between her legs and the arousal that her pain and her humiliation brought her to, and she let out a humiliated whimper at her body's betrayal.

"Tell me that you like it, because I know you do." The smile on John's face hadn't faded.

Try as she might, Amanda couldn't bring herself to admit to this man that she enjoyed the pain and humiliation that he inflicted on her. He was a stranger and she should have fought back.

"Come on, now. Stop hiding from what you are. Give in, submit to your desires. You know that you're nothing but a pain slut. Say it."

"I..."

"Say it! Tell me that you like it when I hurt you."

"I... I like it when you... when you hurt me. Please... please hurt me again."

"That's it." John gave her nipples a third twist. She could feel the ripples of pain and pleasure running through her, her disgust at herself replaced by a new kind of lust. It was a lust to make her fantasies a reality and it was something more. Whether she could admit it then or not, she knew that she wanted to serve us and she knew that as she accepted herself and her desires, her life was going to change forever.

John brought his face down to Amanda's and ran his tongue lightly over her lips. "So lovely, isn't it? Lovely, to be used..."

The door creaked open softly and Clara walked in. "John, heel." She ordered calmly and then proceeded to leave again, John following quickly after on his knees behind her.

She shut the door without another word, leaving Amanda to her silent contemplation.

Amanda wanted a lot of things: she wanted to be in her bed at home reading her favorite book and she wanted to be able to look at her friends and coworkers straight in the eye and not have to worry about them finding out who she really was. But over all, what she wanted the most was an explanation of what exactly was going on both in her world and in her head. She had no grasp or understanding on the world she'd been drawn into, besides her own fantasies and whatever she'd read on the internet a few years ago when she first found out about her fantasies.

And most of that she'd tried to forget out of guilt.

She thought about how John had crawled out of the room after Clara like it was nothing out of the ordinary and about how she had so easily fallen under him.

There was also Clara. Clara infuriated her with her arrogance, knowledge, and constant confidence that she was doing the right thing. However, at the same time, that's part of what Amanda found most arousing about her. She loved how every action of Clara's made her feel like a subordinate and she didn't want to let go of that.

Amanda looked up at me as I opened the door and walked in. "Get on your hands and knees." I ordered, walking over to her. Amanda complied.

"Here's what's going to happen." I said calmly. "Me and Clara are having a little get together with some of our friends and you're going to be our entertainment." Amanda looked up at me with a mixture of shock and horror.

"That's right. You're going to flaunt that slut cunt of yours for a whole crowd." I laughed.

. . .

It was 7:00 pm and the guests had all arrived. There were seven of us, including me and Clara. We were all seated in the living room. Amanda stood by the doorway to the kitchen with her head down, apparently appreciating that at the moment, she was being ignored. The group hadn't taken notice of her yet.

I recognized this and decided that it was time to introduce her. "Amanda, come suck me off."

Amanda lifted her head quickly, stared at me for a few seconds, and then dropped to her knees. She crawled over to me, keeping her head down. Previously, I had explained to her what would be expected of her and gave her rather detailed reasons as to why irking me would be a bad idea.

I unzipped my pants and she took my dick in her hands. Reluctantly, she took its head in her mouth and began to lick it. That fact that she was completely naked did nothing to relieve her humiliation.

Sarah, a friend of Clara's, walked up behind Amanda and ran her hand down her side and over her ass, eventually ending up in between her legs with her fingers sticking inside Amanda's cunt.

Amanda whimpered and Sarah laughed. "Tight, this one. I wonder how good she is at deepthroat."

"Lets find out." I grabbed Amanda's hair and thrusted myself into her. She gagged and tried to pull away, but she was helpless to stop me. As I reached orgasm, I came inside her mouth.

"Swallow it all, bitch." Clara smiled.

Amanda gagged again as she swallowed my cum, hanging her head.

"Amanda Goodwin? Is that really you?" A reddish-brown haired woman stood up to get a closer look.

Amanda turned around. "Oh God..." Amanda stared at Michelle, the accountant that had ridden the elevator with her the other day.

"It is you. Oh, look at this." Michelle stuck her fingers inside Amanda's dripping pussy. "Being a slave makes little Amanda all wet. Who would have guessed that a stuck up bitch like you would be such a slut deep inside?"

Michelle smiled. "Lift that ass up, slave." Amanda obeyed shamefully, but without hesitation. "You know, you haven't been very polite to me lately. I think that deserves some punishment. Don't you, James?" She looked at a man sitting behind her with short blonde hair.

"Oh, definitely." He stood up, took off his belt and handed it to her. "Here, use this."

Amanda let out a whimper as Michelle struck her with the belt. As she was hit again and again, her cries grew louder.

"Hit her harder. I want to see that slut cry."

"I like your thinking." Michelle hit her harder and harder with each blow. Amanda's cries did nothing in her favor.

"Please stop! Please..." Amanda cried.

"Shut up and take it." Clara ordered.

"Yes, Mistress." Amanda sobbed.