Natalie Dormer: Method Acting Camp - Sex Slave
“Enjoying your chains, pet?” he asked Natalie.
“Oh, yeah, I just love them, almost as much as I love this filthy cage you’ve got me in,” she said, the sarcasm thick.
He threw his head back and laughed while continuing to stroke his cock as he stood over her cage.
“I love that spunky attitude,” he said. “Let us see if we can break it today.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Method actors,” she thought. “I understand getting into character, but sometimes you guys are just big dorks.”
She respected her costars and the director but wondered if the “method acting camp” he insisted on for the cast was really needed.
“It’s been a week and there’s still three more to go. I’m supposed to learn what it’s like to be a sex slave to a maniac and use that for the role I’m playing. I wonder if this will actually work thought,” she thought.
He unlocked her cage, then her chains, before attaching a chain to her collar and pulling her out. She crawled forward, having learned on the first day that she was not allowed to stand unless told to do so.
He led her through the one door leading out from the room where she spent most of her time, then down a long hall with plush red carpeting, to a wooden door on the left.
Inside, she saw a variety of tools she’d become familiar with. Whips, clamps, plugs, a little box with wire leads that shocked her, and several other little objects of torment.
He tied her into place, her legs spread across a long wooden triangle, the tip pressing into her cunt as she tried to lift herself on her toes.
“This is a wooden horse,” he said, patting it. “Today, you’ll stay mounted on him for three hours. You’ll also need these.”
He pulled a couple thin cables from the ceiling with metal clips on the end. Soon, each was attached to one of her nipples, sending tendrils of pain out through her body. the cables attached to the clips pulled her tits up and a bit to the side, making it even harder to let her toes relax than the wooden horse would have done alone.
He captor, Sam, was actually a really nice guy, but he’d taken on the role of her tormentor completely. She almost didn’t recognize him.
“Maybe I should take this method acting more seriously,” she thought before the pain in her cunt and tits made it impossible to think.
She wasn’t sure how long had passed, but her body was covered in sweat, her feet cramping, her nipples burning, and her breath heavy when she finally realized she was off the horse and panting on the cold wooden floor.
“You did good today, pet,” he said.
Then she felt the tip of his cock part the lips of her somehow wet yet aching pussy before thrusting in deep. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her tits while he pounded away at her. Despite herself, she felt the shivering grow in her cunt, then explode across her tormented body.
“Yes! Yes! Thank you, Master! Thank you for fucking this lowly slave!” she shouted. Despite herself, she actually shouted and believed it for a moment.
She felt his legs press against the backs of her thighs then his spasming cock letting loose in her pussy. He had, yet again, timed his orgasm to match hers.
After he was spent, he stood, pulling her by her leash again.
“Come, pet. I think it’s time you met the ten men here to use you as well,” he said, leading her out of the room to another one further down the hall.
“Oth- other men?” she asked.
“Yes. You serve who I tell you to serve, pet.” He yanked her leash and made her stumble a bit.
“Ye-yes, sir,” she said, feeling her pussy drip with anticipation for what was coming.
“I can really feel myself becoming a sex slave,” she thought. “The director is a fucking genius!”
Another girl from Game of Thrones?
Sure, why not?