Mistress Misty and I were in our own cell inside the mansion, listening to all the screams that seemed to be coming from different parts.

My Mistress heard the buzzer, indicating a delivery at the doc. Sissy one came by and asked if he could borrow me to help with a particularly large load. Misty of course agreed, but he was to bring me right back when the job was done. He agreed.

There must've been a hundred boxes that day, and about half way through I was sweating profusely. The drops were even getting into my panties.

The driver sat in a chair and watched us two slaves laboring in our underwear; he had a surly grin on his face.

When we finally unloaded the last box, sissy one looked exhausted, and I needed a much needed rest.

But the driver had other ideas. He got a look on his face like where is my payment? Sissy one got on his knees in front of his splayed legs, unzipped his fly and pulled the hard cock out of his pants. He told sissy to get it nice and lubricated. Then the driver looked at me sternly, and ordered me to get on my knees and to bend over the way.

Obeying the command I heard some rustling behind me. My panties were yanked to my ankles and I felt my butt cheeks being parted. His big, wet cock pressed against my rear passage. I tried to relax, but the pain was too great. My yelp I am sure could be detected elsewhere in the building and I remembered the cameras were always on.

My butt-fucking continued until he finally came, and I was sure glad it wasn't a dry fuck. He pulled out of me with a pop, then ordered sissy one to clean him off. He then thanked us and off he went.

When I got back to my cell, Mistress said she was wet and needed her pussy sucked. All I could say was, "Yes Miss."