Syndicate #2

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#8

Reuniting

—Backstage, 09:45 PM.

The s*x had been crazy. It takes Hassan a few hours of nap to fully recover from the exhaustion. But even now after waking up, the boy can still feel the ghost of A’s dildo throbbing once in a while inside his ass, making it too sore for him to even walk straight.

Hassan has only just finished this first performance of the evening, but the staff are already calling for him to enter his second stage.

“Come on, Hassan. I promise you, you wouldn’t want to miss this one,” Cara winks wickedly at him, causing him to blush. He doesn’t think he has ever appeared in front of the blonde dressed like this (he had redressed himself in the black sari, now slightly stenched with s*x).

“But I don’t feel quite myself right now. My body—”

Words die in his mouth when the woman’s hand ends up cupping his front.

“You should strike while the iron is hot,” her lips whisper against his ear, making him shiver in return. “Have Anne clean you up first. Oh, and Hassan,” she calls out before he leaves, making him turn back to face her. “Make me proud. If you do great, I might consider giving you a present.” She winks at him suggestively, bringing that color back to his cheeks.

“Great show, by the way!” she shouts before disappearing behind another hallway, moving so fast just like the busy person that she is.

Shower has been skin relaxing. The boy groans out loud with relief when the hot steam trickle down his body.

He steps out of the shower area and walks straight ahead into the Beauty Center, not even bothered to put on any clothes. He’s way too exhausted for modesty. Besides, it doesn’t put any big difference to these people around him. In fact, some of them give his physique an appreciative view. Even earning some whistles along the way.

—Beauty Center, 10:08 PM.

Anne helps dress Hassan up in a slightly plain outfit. Everything is white and tight-fitting, emphasizing a lot of his slightly tone muscles and protruding form. When he stands in front of a full-length mirror, he can see the bulge of his flaccid member sticking out most definitely from his skin-clad short tights. The look is such a contracting contrast against his previous costume, yet at the same time it also feels rather refreshing. Hassan wonders what he’ll have to do next.

—Showroom, Stage XLI, 10:27 PM.

The boy almost has his jaws dropped when he slips into the showroom.

The sight that welcomes him is one that is sure to be remembered.

The room is blindingly bright, with square panels spanning far and wide on the floor and ceiling. It takes some time getting used to the lighting, before his gaze settles on the scandalous scene set up at the center. Everything is pure white, down to the very last detail, even though he knows that what they are doing in this place is anything but pure.

A woman is sprawled on her back with all four limbs spread out, each tied to fastenings (which upon closer look) Hassan realizes are actually bonds of a s*x swing, the woman’s body floating just slightly above the floor.

The woman is not alone. She has two other people already surrounding her, a male and a female, both dressed in skin-tight white that is closely similar to Hassan’s own outfit.

The female is wearing what seems to be ribbons of white strings, situated strategic enough to cover some of her modesty. Actually, the outfit looks more like micro string bikini or something, with a series of intricate white strings going over her slender neck, nicely-volumed breasts and flat stomach. A gathering of strings goes around her nether region, trying to cover as much as it can. She wears a translucent lace kimono around her shoulders, which parts nicely at the front section to show off all of her curves.

Hassan turns his head around to catch the young woman’s reflexion smiling at him from a mirror. This is when he looks around and notice that the walls are actually covered in mirrors. Full-length mirrors, ones that can create infinity effect.

He can also see himself standing by the edge of the room, wearing a one-piece overall with shorts that stops above his knees. His outfit can be considered pretty tame, though the temperature of the room is pretty cold, so he shivers on the occasion.

The other male is thinner and smaller built. He wears a one-piece similar to Hassan’s though his actually looks a little baggy with an added hood by the collar.

All four of them are people of color, including the almost all bared woman bound to the s*x swing. Their closely similar brown skin stand out against all the whiteness, and Hassan has a feeling that is also a factor that plays in getting chosen in being in this stage room.

It seems like the boy has entered the stage while the other slaves are already in the middle of something here. He notices two separate movable carts placed near the small gathering, rows of neatly aligned silver s*x toys presented in full display.

“Oh, you’re here,” Shay turns to greet him, walks toward him and stops to take in his appearance. Then her hands go up to yank the zipper down Hassan’s front, exposing the bare chest and stomach underneath. Now it looks like he’s wearing a singlet jumpsuit instead. Shay eyes him up and down, appreciating the slightly toned muscles underneath. “Now that’s better,” she nods in approval before pushing him toward the naked lady.

Now that he’s standing closer, he can see that the woman is completely naked underneath. Apart from the plastic mask on her face, she is wearing nothing whatsoever that hides her body. The mask has a unique dotted shape that fully covers her eyes, with drippy paint effect that comes down the rest of her face. She has a diamond nose ring attached in between her nostrils. White lipstick color her small pointy lips, a sparkly diamond sticker embedded by the center of her kissable bottom lips. From the way she is somewhat dressed, he knows that she is the main star of this stage’s attraction.

Her slender figure is on full display, showing a pair of perky t**s with taut n****e pinched up by some silver n****e clamps. Two similar diamond stickers are taped to each side of her areola, emphasizing luxury from the erotic sight.

Her body is so thin that he can see some of her bones sticking out thanks to this position she has been made to cower into. But what gets his attention is at the full display of her slender legs, which spreads so wide open it parts her bare labia in response. Just like him, she has also been fully waxed, allowing her beige skin so glisten under the light ever so smoothly like that of a baby’s skin.

The tail of a silver anal plug is sticking out of her anus, and her p***y is glistening with involuntary juices. He says involuntary, because he can tell that her hips is bucking to get the s*x toy out of her butt, squeezing it out little by little.

“How about a little taste?” Shay’s tone is suggestively when she appears at his side, quirking one eyebrow naughtily. Then she quickly kneels right in front of the woman’s open legs, using her fingers to spread the glistening p***y, which in turn earns a feral growl of approvement. It takes Hassan a few moments to realize that the sound is coming from the back of his own throat. “We’ve been working on this one for hours, but she has yet to crack. Won’t let out a single moan, even when the audience are probably crazy for it.”

Hassan lifts his head to find Karan standing behind Shay, the boy nods back at him in acknowledgement. He looks a little bit tired despite the slight amazement in his eyes. He and Shay must have been at this for quite a while already. “Maybe you can give her the proper encouragement,” he suggests.

“Maybe,” Hassan swallows, turning his attention back to the naked lady. Her smooth skin and feminine form presented in such a tempting display that he can’t help but finding his throat drying just from the sight of her. Her body is so beautiful, and he bets her face is also equally just as breathtaking. His hand is tracing a touch on her skin before he even realizes it, causing her to suck in oxygen from the contact. She’s enjoying his touch too, he can feel it as prominent as the way her chest rises and falls ever so beautifully.

He starts at her neck, going down the valley of her splayed breasts, toward her abdomen, before lowering toward the slit of her vulva. Her c******s is glistening when he circles a finger around it, and the lady raises her hips toward him instinctively. The way she pants so breathlessly underneath him…. Hassan can’t control himself any longer. He slips a finger inside her, and he watches on with satisfaction as the digit sinks into her, her p***y welcoming his presence so well that his c**k jerks out of his pants.

The boy looks down to see Shay at his crotch level, apparently having unzipped his pants. She sends him a flirtatious smile and winks at him, before retreating herself back to standing by his side. Hassan’s cheeks flushed for more than one reason, but he continues with his task. There is no instruction this time, only instinct to guide him. And right now, his base instinct is telling him to place himself in between the naked lady’s spread legs and position himself to impale her ready cunt.

But apparently his finger is not done searching for her internal walls, swiping around inside until he can feel that sensitive tender flesh at the roof of her lower cavern. She withers against him when he brushes pass her g-spot. He curves his finger and brushes the same spot again, causing her to want to moan out loud so bad, she has to bite her bottom lip to stop herself, making those beautiful lips look so good—appetizing.

Hassan licks his own lip, playing with her until he deems her wet enough, wanting to f**k someone the proper way this time. When he finally retrieves his finger from the snatch, causing a wet smack of flesh against flesh to echo as he slides out from her cunt while a weak cry of lost almost tears through her throat.

“What a stubborn chit,” Shay comments. They almost had the woman. Just a little bit more, he’s sure.

His c**k is throbbing wildly now. Hassan then plunges himself into the woman’s cunt without any warning, causing both of them to groan out loud, but more so on the girl.

“Finally! Seems like you can only react from his c**k, after all.” The way Shay says these word got him thinking, but his thought are abruptly cut as the sensation of a p***y clenching around him overwhelms.

God! What a piece of heaven. Her p***y snug around him to perfectly, it’s almost like fate itself—as if she was created to fit him perfectly. He sinks the rest of his length into the woman until his head hits her cervix, making her groan again. Then he finally starts pumping. It’s slow at first, but then he starts to pick up the pace once his hips is grown used to set a rhythm.

He barely does any thinking after this. He goes to f**k her so fast, both of them are so close to cumming. But then he starts to slow down, wanting to make this last for a long time. When he goes slow again, the lady finally groans out in protest, wanting to be fulfilled all the way, to find that sweat satisfaction of cumming all around his hard flesh. Eventually he picks up his pace again, only to play with her with the same old game until he makes her crave for his c**k, no longer acting so prudish against the pleasure he gives to her.

While he is busy playing with her p***y, Shay goes to have her own fun with the lady. She kneels down next to their feet and grabs the anal plug, sliding it in and out of the ass until Hassan can feel it brushing against his length through the thin membrane of the cunt. 

Karan then steps into sight, reminding everyone that he’s still there. He positions himself right by the woman’s head, before untucking himself and slides his c**k into her mouth. Karan only pauses for a moment when he hesitates, walk right back to one of the carts to bring an oral clamp. He pushes the thing into the woman before f*****g her by the mouth.

They lose count on how many times she makes gagging sound, apparently the boy packs up an intimidating size despite having a mostly skinny body. 

While Hassan is busy pumping himself in and out of the piece of cunt, Shay slightly turns her attention toward the Arabic boy. Then, a naughty smile forms on her lips when an idea occurrs to her.

The boy almost jump, yelping when he can feel something touching his swinging balls. He looks down to find Shay sitting on the floor, her legs extending to him. As it turns out, it is the tip of her toes that are curling around his balls, causing the shack of meat to tighten. The thought of her feet touching him does all kinds of things that makes his brain go wuzzy. Feet are his weak point, be it his or other people’s. The contact causes him to shiver almost immediately. Hassan lets out another yelp when one of her feet drops to meet his own, massaging him through the slightest of contact.

He doesn’t even know how she managed to get to this position, especially maintaining it for quite a sum of time. She must have been very flexible, not to mention durable. They lock their eyes for a few minutes longer than necessary, each trying to challenge the other. It doesn’t seem like Shay is going to stop soon, when he catches her throwing a devious smirk at him, c*****g her eyebrow to see what he’s gonna do next.

His c**k is throbbing midway inside the masked lady’s p***y, and has been doing so for some time since his unexpected pause. He only continues his thrusts yet again when he decides that he should keep up.

Just when he thinks things can’t get any crazier, Shay starts playing with the masked lady’s buttocks, squeezing them together until he can feel the wall of flesh tightening a bit around him. Fixing herself into a more comfortable sitting position, Shay lowers her feet and uses her other free hand to rub at Hassan’s anus. The boy’s flesh is still tender from his recent engagement, so when the girl touches that still sensitive flesh, something wild explodes inside him. 

The Arabic boy simply just can’t hold himself any longer. He simply takes himself out of the masked lady’s cunt, fumbling a little bit while he does so, before replacing her beaded anal plug with his throbbing c**k. The feel of her walls around him is just so arousing that he ends up blasting his load all over ass, making such a dripping mess of c*m right afterward.

After that, Karan and the boy switch places. This time it is Hassan’s turn to thrust himself into the woman’s mouth. It feels so heavenly. He is so lost in the heat of passion that he doesn’t even realize it when her mask is pushed away from position, her head shaking so much thanks to the repeated maneuver that it eventually clatters to the floor.

Familiar hazel eyes stare wide in horror at the d**k shoved inside her mouth, but she is even more surprised by the face of its owner. Instantly, she screams!

The sound brings Hassan’s attention back below. When he sees that face, he instantly tenses. If it is even possible, his c**k tightens into a slightly bigger size, choking her by the inside of the throat.

Suzan is barely breathing, her nose inhaling and exhaling rapidly as she struggles to do so.

Hassan never thought that he’d see the face of his sister-in-law in this incriminating position. But then again, he should have suspected so, with the shape of the body actually matching up to her criteria a little bit. Though in this defence, he hasn’t actually seen much of her, so he could hardly tell that the naked lady is her.

But now that he knows, he can’t help but feel the need to thrust himself more vigorously down her throat, wanting to fulfill her so much until she can’t take anymore of him.

Karan and Hassan eventually match their pacing until both of them c*m inside her. His semen beautiful decorates the inside of her mouth. When he takes himself out of her, unexpected jets of c*m spurt out, staining her all over the face.

It is only once he is spent that the boy finally notices the look of anger and hurt in Suzan’s eyes, and he knows that it’s going to haunt him for days.

He has used her just like he did before; like others before him.

*

—After show, 11:49 PM.

“Well, that was fun. I think I’m gonna look forward to our next session together. I’m sure we’ll get grouped up again sometime soon,” Shay pats the boy on his back as the three slaves make their way out.

“Wait, what about Suzan?”

“Oh, someone else will take care of that. She’s one of the unruly slaves, you know, so she’s gotta be put in different quarter than the rest of us.”

Unruly slaves? Different quarter? Hassan wants so ask for more explanation, but they’re turning the lights off, so he follows the steps of his fellow friends instead.

*

Later that night Hassan lays in his bed, Karan snoring softing from the other side of the room. The boy can’t stop thinking about his sister-in-law, the new way he had just f****d her, and how pitiful she had looked. It seems like she is not coping with her new living situation as well as he is.

#9

Rehabilitation

—Experimental Hall, B12, 08:25 AM.

The very next day, Hassan tries to sneak into the Experimental Hall, hoping to find Suzan in one of the cells. He pears through the window glass, eyeing through boys and girls getting f****d by machines in the most creative way. Most make his eyes open wide in shock, but so far no luck in finding Suzan. Plus, if they put her on a mask like before, he won’t be able to find her so easily.

On his way to a different hall, he spots a blonde wearing a lab coat and glasses, though the woman manages to pull the look off with that sexy vibe of hers.

She wears a silky gray top with long sleeves that are pulled to gather around her elbows. A shoulder-padded white jacket is thrown over her shoulders, with slits around the arms so she can move flexibly. She has a beige pencil skirt with high slit cut hangs around her waist, tucked just above the navel; the slit shows an impressive display of creamy slender thighs that shows promise of stamina for hours. A beige and black heels wrap around her feet, while some smart bracelet and watch circle around her wrist. She carries a black square object in one hand, which Hassan guesses is a tablet.

As she gets closer, more obvious details come flooding into his vision. Her hair is neatly pulled back into a professional semi-high bun, allowing her face to be displayed clearly. Beneath her retro cat-eye eyeglasses, which only manage to make her look even sexier in the whole doctor-professor getup, she wears some light makeup on; some eyeliner, blush and tame-colored lip gloss, which look great on her slightly beige tan skin. Her pale blue eyes shine through mystifiedly through the eyeliner.

“Ah, um, hi, I was wondering if you can help me?”

“Oh, hi there, darlin’. Wasn’t expecting you to be here. What kind of help you do want?” she asks him with a hoarse shrilly tone, closing the distance between them in several strides, hips swaying seductively as she goes. Hassan’s breath is hitching, and she drinks in every single last detail he has got to offer.

“Ah-um, my name is Hassan. I-i’m looking for m-my—.”

“Yes? What are you looking for? This?” The woman cups a feel, causing him to jolt in surprise.

“W-wait, that’s not what I meant!” he says hurriedly. “I’m looking for another slave. She’s my sister-in-law, and—”

“Oh, I know who you mean. But how are you going to pay me for fessing up?”

“P-pay? But I don’t have any money.”

“I don’t need money. All I need is a good fuck.” She emphasized the ‘k’ so it sounds even much  more perverted.

“Y-you want me to bribe you with s*x?” he asks incredulously.

“Why? Not feeling up to the challenge?” she asks teasingly, rubbing herself all over his front. He can feel her s*x brushing against his own hardening c**k, while her supple breasts pour into his chest. His breathing is turning heavier by the second, his mind turning dizzy. His body is definitely ready to accept the challenge, but before he can be entirely distracted, someone calls out to them.

“Margot! Hassan! What are you guys doing here?” Cara strides in casually, not sounding the least bit jealous. In fact, she sounds like she had planned to join in on them.

She strides around carrying her all-natural care-free attitude. She looks a little street yet still classy, wearing a black leather furred jacket that has a zipper going across the chest. She has a garnet shade patterned form-fitting mini dress that stops several inches above her knees. Some designer thigh high boots with prints wrapped around the rest of her legs. Her dirty blonde hair is tossed in a messy comb style around her shoulders, while some iron-rustic accessories decorate her fingers in various complex shapes and sizes. Her makeup is so down-toned that Hassan barely notice it; with the exception of her signature caramel smokey eyes and some beige-barely noticeable lipstick.

“Oh, hi Cara,” Margot pears up at her friend, before running a hand toward one side of Hassan’s smooth face. “Our boy here is just looking for his crush.”

“For what?” There’s a slight condescending tone in Cara’s voice when she directs the question toward him, but it’s gone as quickly as she smiles in her usual cheerfulness.

“I wanted to see how she’s doing. Last time we met….well, let’s just say that things didn’t end so well.” Actually, it was both times, and they had ended with the boy forcing himself upon the woman. He needed to apologize, and to see how she’s doing. He can’t say she’ll be just fine after experiencing all of that.

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so? We’ve moved her to Sector A3 because of her change of routine. Come, I’ll guide you to her.” Cara gestures with her usual friendliness, encouraging him to follow her before striding on her heels.

Hassan quickly excuses himself from Margot, the lab lady, before hurrying up to follow Cara’s long footsteps. The woman walks like a model, confident and fast, a complete perfection.