Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Sara Kingston Page A

another. Over and over they pounded her, forcing her to have orgasm after orgasm. The room echoed with screams and groans and a slave chanting, “Fuck me, please fuck me. Use me. I’m your slave.”
    Michael pushed a small vibrator between Jason and Grace, positioning it on her clit at the highest speed. Immediately, the most powerful orgasm overtook her, and she felt her muscles clamp hard on both the cocks inside her. The pulsating muscles were not just in her pussy but her ass as well. Two male voices hollered their release and both cocks bathed her pussy and ass in cum.
    Panting, Michael spoke directly in her ear. “See, my dear slave, look at what your Masters can do for your body. It was built for your Masters to own and control, to cherish and protect, to pleasure and punish. Accept your destiny and submit to us. Trust us to care for you.” The vibrator continued on her poor abused clit. The orgasms didn’t stop. They just rolled on again and again. Now in deep orgasmic pain from the continued abuse of her tortured clit, her last thought before she passed out was I am their slave …

    The next week disappeared quickly. Grace had fallen into a routine in the house and with her Masters. Each day she took care of the household needs, at night she took care of her Masters’ needs, and they took care of hers. She tried one day to count the number of orgasms she’d had in a day, and after seven she decided, who needed to count? How things have changed, she thought .
    Grace was very excited about starting a personal assistant job the next week in the offices of her Masters. They had discussed the issue thoroughly and decided she was ready for a change, and thought she wouldn’t lose her new slave knowledge by being out in the world again. She loved the time she’d had in the house, but at times it did get boring and lonely. A few days a week in the office would break the time up nicely for her. However, before she could go into the office, they needed to break down a few more of her barriers. Both claimed she was still holding back.
    Friday night arrived and Grace couldn’t wait for her Masters to get home from the office. She was dressed in a red sundress and matching strappy heels and nothing else. Underwear was forbidden. The boys had bought her the dress and shoes especially for tonight, and she loved them. She hadn’t been told where they were going or what was happening, and the suspense was killing her. She’d never liked surprises, but maybe that was the old Grace. Maybe the new Grace liked surprises. Yeah right!
    Michael had told her before they left the house that tonight she was going to learn pride and the acceptance of her body, and Grace was panicking in the car as they drove to the Locks and Chains club. What the hell did that mean? How does someone find pride and acceptance of his or her body? She knew this would be some type of public event, and she ran through numerous worst-case scenarios. She reminded herself repeatedly that they would never hurt her. Nevertheless, they are constantly pushing my limits. They even show me limits I didn’t know I had. Gathering the last vestiges of her courage, she got out of the car and walked with her head held high. She felt terrific as she walked into the club with the two men who were her Masters. As they passed the security director at the door, Michael gave him a nod of acknowledgement. Proud of Grace and proud to be out with her for the first time, he hoped tonight would go as he had planned.
    Once inside the club, Michael directed them over to the seating area. He turned to Grace and commanded, “Strip, slave.”

    Grace turned looking at everyone in the club. She knew from last time she was here that slaves and submissives were scantily clad and even a few naked, which was also the case tonight. Grace could feel the heat of shame not only on her face but crawling over her body as well. She couldn’t do it. She wasn’t confident enough with her body