A New World
13: In the Bowels of Hell
Nine days later, a haggard, filthy and bruised Janet looked up, cowering in her
tiny cage on the hard concrete floor, to see her Owner - a girl she once
tormented in school - towering over her. Dressed in black leather and carrying
the same riding crop used to beat Janet's daughter, Sheila was an imposing
figure. While only five and a half feet tall, she weighed nearly 300 pounds.
The flab carried at her belly and hips belied her strong, muscular arms and
legs; her true strength, however, came from her sadistic, vengeful nature.
"I'm actually rather surprised you made it this far, skank," Sheila said calmly.
"Spread your legs and show me."
Janet moved her knees apart as far as the tiny cage would permit, displaying her
swollen, raw holes.
"Nice," her Owner commented, reaching between the bars and scraping a bit of
dried semen off the slave's battered thighs with a fingernail. "All full of
dog cum and cunt juice like a slut should be. Now, do you still want to be
defiant? Do you need another session in the kennels, or perhaps with Master
Sybian?"
"No, please...I'll do whatever you want," the defeated woman said softly.
"Fine. Catch!" she said, tossing a large penis-shaped vibrator to her former
competitor. "I've never seen a slut like you cum before. Show me."
Already sore and numb from previous abuse, Janet carefully worked the massive
tool to her groin and began working it over her swollen and chaffed clitoris.
She quickly reached beyond the pain and brought herself to a mind-numbing
orgasm, but before she could turn the device off, she heard her Owner speak a
single word.
"Again!"
Fifteen times Sheila made her slave cum, until she was begging deliriously.
"Please, no more," she said behind cracked lips.
"Again, skank!" Sheila commanded.
"No more, please," she babbled. "No more."
"Are you begging me, saying you don't want any more orgasms, skank?"
"Yes, please, no more!" she sobbed.
"Okay," Sheila said with an evil smile as she slid a tiny metal device between
her slave's splayed legs. Janet's screech of agony reverberated off the cinder
block walls as her swollen clitoris was snipped off at the base, an electrical
charge in the snip's capacitor providing the impetus necessary to cauterize the
wound. There was very little blood.
"Now you don't have to worry about cumming anymore," Sheila said gaily, watching
her property writhe in torment.
"You know, because you failed in your first task, there was really no reason for
you to show up at all. Since you did, though, I thought it might be nice to let
you witness the beginning of your slut daughter's death. She's getting prepared
right now, so come on and let's go see it. Hell, I might even let you drip the
acid into her eyes."
"Please, Sheila!" the naked woman begged as her Owner dragged her out of the
cage by the hair. Sheila's immediate response was to slam the slave's face into
the concrete floor, immediately breaking her nose and cracking one of her front
teeth.
"You fucking skank!" Sheila screamed. "How dare you use my name! You're
nothing but a slave, a piece of dogshit, not worthy of even speaking to me!"
"I'm sorry," Janet sobbed as the blood from her nostrils flowed down into her
mouth.
"If you want to address me, skank, you will refer to me as "Beautiful Owner."
That's your name now - 'skank' - got it?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the cowering woman mumbled, then let loose a blood-curding howl as
Sheila's crop repeatedly lashed down across her face.
"You really are a stupid fuck, aren't you skank!" she screamed. "I just told
you what my fucking name was to you, and you can't get it right?" She continued
to beat the supine woman until her face was covered in bloody stripes from the
leather-covered wire whip. "Now, answer me correctly, skank! Do you
understand?"
"I understand, Beautiful Owner!" skank blubbered, blood running down her
thrashed face.
"NO!" Again the crop beat down, this time across the slave's shoulders and back
of her neck. "You are not an 'I,' you are 'skank.' Try it again, you stupid
fuck!"
"Skank...skank understands, Beautiful Owner!" she cried.
"Just so there are no misunderstandings, exactly what is it that the skank
understands?" Sheila asked sarcastically.
"Skank understands that skank is skank's name, and that skank's Owner's name is
'Beautiful Owner," skank replied, weeping.
"Good. You seem to understand a few simple things. Perhaps I won't need to
waste the money training you like I did your slut of a daughter. Come on, I
have something to show you. Heel!" Sheila commanded, slipping a metal choke
chain around skank's bruised neck and leading her off at a fast pace. Skank
struggled to keep up, twice falling to her belly as her tortured knees gave out
as she was crawling up and down the marble stairs and into a dark, narrow
hallway. The sound of her Owner's heels reverberated off the walls, the only
other noise being muffled moans from behind the locked doors lining corridor.
Finally, Sheila stopped and unlocked one of the heavy metal, jail-like steel
doors, swinging it open, then took skank's chin in her hand and forced to her to
look.
From her position on the floor, skank examined the sight before her. Bound to
an X-frame was a naked, obviously distressed man, his shaved body covered with
welts from recent whippings. Kneeling on the cold floor before him, a similarly
naked female bearing distinct signs of physical abuse herself, slowly worked her
mouth over his bright red, painfully swollen cock while he moaned; whether in
agony or ecstasy, skank couldn't tell. A masked woman dressed from head to toe
in black leather stood by, watching intently.
"Recognize anyone, dear?" Sheila asked sarcastically. That was when skank
realized the beaten, naked man was her husband - and then with a shock of
horror, recognized her own daughter as being the girl teasing his cock.
"He hasn't cum in three days, ever since he got here," Sheila explained
matter-of-factly. "The slave has instructions to keep his cock hard without
letting him have an orgasm, and every time he comes close, my assistant squirts
him with pepper spray. Sometimes in the face, sometimes on his pathetic little
pecker, but no matter, if he cums all three of them will be punished. I want
him to work up a good load of froth in his balls; I have use for it later.
Okay, enough lollygagging, skank. We have other things to do." Sheila yanked
on the leash, pulling skank off balance and causing her head to strike the heavy
metal door as it slammed shut.
"Let me explain what is going on, skank," Sheila stated, yanking the slave's
leash and forcing her to crawl, talking as they moved down the hall. "You
weren't willing to do what I asked, so I had to make other arrangements as far
as getting your husband here. I've decided to spare your slut daughter's life -
for now - but only because I'm going to make all three of you suffer even more.
But if any of you fuck up, one of the others will get the treatment I promised
to your daughter. Got it?"
"Skank understands, shank's beautiful Owner," the cowering woman mumbled through
broken teeth, her head still pounding from hitting the door. Her mind was in
turmoil, the fatigue from managing only a few hours sleep in nearly a week and a
half causing her to tremble in exhaustion. Her mind was unable to comprehend
the difference between reality and hallucination at this point; Sheila
understood, and was prepared.
"Would skank like a nap now?" she asked sadistically. Skank wasn't aware of
much at this point other than exhaustion.
"Yes, please, Beautiful Owner," she said expectantly.
"One more task and you can have your nap, then. Come on, don't dally!"
Sheila tugged on the leash, leading her new slave further down the corridor and
outside into a fenced yard. It was bleak, without grass or trees for shade,
simply a dirt courtyard adjoining the slave cells.
"When slaves are obedient, they are allowed exercise out here, thirty minutes a
day on their free time. Unfortunately, I've had to close the yard because I'm
having the kennels refurbished and needed a place to keep the dogs. You know
how those slaves are; if I put them out here together, they'd be fucking the
dogs all day long. We can't have that at all, so it's been closed for the past
four months. The other problem I have is that so many of the slaves think
they're being starved that they'll eat anything. That's why there's no grass
here, because they'd graze like little naked sheep. So, before I let them come
out again, I need the yard cleaned. I figure there's about ninety piles of dog
shit scattered about," she said, waving with her hand. "You're going to crawl
to each turd, pick it up in your mouth and drop it in the bucket over there.
When the yard is clean, you can sleep."
Skank looked up at her Owner in horror, shaking her head.
"I can't!" she cried mournfully.
"Oh, you can and you will! Otherwise, someone close to you gets that little
acid and AIDS treatment that I promised, and I have a special punishment already
decided for you if that happens. I understand a couple of the dogs took a
special liking to you; I think a marriage ceremony might be nice. We could
rename you Fido's Whore. Haha...it might be funny seeing a litter of pups
sucking at those saggy tits of yours, thinking you're their mama!"
Skank lowered her head in shame, then slowly crawled to the first small pile of
dog crap. Thankfully, she thought, it was old and hard. She bent her head down
and carefully took it between her teeth before crawling back to the bucket and
letting it drop. The second and third piles were similarly old, though the
fourth wasn't quite as hard. As she carefully bit down, her teeth broke through
the thin crust, the softer inner portion - the consistency of peanut butter -
coating her lips. Skank gagged and quickly spat out the turd, then glanced over
at where Sheila was sitting, watching with a grin on her fat face.
"Acid and AIDS, skank, acid and AIDS," was all she had to say to convince the
woman to return to her disgusting task.
It took skank over an hour to clean the yard, but she finally accomplished it.
Several of the dog turds were fresh - just minutes old - with flies swarming
over them, and she very nearly vomited when she had to pick up an older one
crawling with maggots. She knew the consequences, and as a mother, still had
the instinct to do whatever she could to protect her offspring - even though she
realized Sheila would do as she wished with all of them anyway, regardless
whether she was docile or rebellious. Finally, though, she was permitted to
curl up in a corner of the dirt yard and fall quickly into a stuporous sleep.
While skank spent her time filling her mouth with dog crap, things were a little
better for the other slave and its father, though not much. Their incestuous
oral copulation was performed under the watchful eye of a particularly sadistic
member of Sheila's work force. Whenever either of them appeared to be slacking
off, or whenever his dick started to droop even slightly, one or both of them
would be subjected to painful electric shocks. In his case, the torture was
administered through a large metal-studded butt plug at one end and a steel ring
squeezing his scrotum at the other. In the case of the female, sharp alligator
clips on its clitoris and both nipples ensured solid contact. It had been
nearly 50 hours since the slaves had been given any respite; his cock was raw
and swollen, just as her lips were. Neither had been permitted anything to
drink other than a few swallows of cold piss, but at least the daughter had been
able to suck several drops of its father's pre-cum before pulling back to
prevent him from having the orgasm he so desperately wanted. Even the knowledge
that this was his own daughter kneeling between his legs did nothing to prevent
him from thrusting his hips forward, silently begging for that one last touch
which would send him off into its mouth. Each time, though, he was rewarded
with an increasingly painful jolt of electricity flowing between his burning
rectum and swollen testes. Finally, though, even this was becoming ineffective;
the father's cock was constantly dripping fluid now, and even the highest
setting on the torture device failed to affect the swelling. The two slaves
were separated.
The male left hanging where he was, the plug in his ass unceremoniously ripped
out and presented to his mouth for cleaning. Resistant at first, several raps
on his still-throbbing cock with a crop quickly convinced him to open his mouth
and allow the plug to replace the penis gag. Locked in place, the unnamed slave
formerly known as Bill could do nothing but accept the shit-covered tool,
closing his mouth over it as it was secured with a strip of duct tape.
As bad as things were for Bill, they were becoming much worse for his daughter.
A quick medical examination revealed that it would be another two weeks before
it was fertile - this was important for the next segment of Sheila's plan - so a
decision was made to accelerate the schedule for further modifications to its
body. That it wouldn't be completely healed by then was of no concern. Surgery
would begin immediately.
The first step was simple; its Achilles tendons being shortened and ankles
modified so that when it was permitted to stand upright, it would find it
impossible to do so in anything less than a six inch heel. Sheila had actually
given thought to having the tendons behind the slave's knees severed so that it
would only be able to crawl, but decided this would further limit the fun she
could have with her new teen slut. This modification, like all the others, was
done without anesthesia; in fact, it was given amphetamines in order to ensure
it remained awake and fully aware of the pain being inflicted.
The next phase was just as simple, but considerably more painful for the slave.
While being subjected to suction treatment, its clitoral hood was carefully
split open and then removed, exposing its most sensitive body part. After
injection of a latex fluid designed to keep it erect, causing the slave's
swollen button stood out nearly a full inch, a titanium ring was pierced through
it. Through the coming weeks, weights of increasing size would be hung from the
ring, causing its clit to eventually extend past its cunt lips. While the slave
was able to stifle itself during the ankle operation, it screamed silently
behind the ball gag while its clitoris was being worked on.
Finally, a concoction of growth hormones combined with the slave's own fat - it
had been removed during her initial medical examination at the training facility
- was injected directly into the slave's breasts, which began to immediately
swell. Within a week, it would have a chest to put a professional stripper to
shame, at least 52EE according to the laboratory projections. Once the growth
was completed, the same fluid used on its clitoris would be injected into the
slave's nipples, ensuring they would be constantly erect. Along with its 28"
waist, nobody would think of this slave as anything but a sexual playtoy, with
tits made for fucking, sucking or just slapping around.
During the ensuing two weeks, a sort of monotonous routine set in for all three
slaves. "It" remained bound to its bed, a mirror on the ceiling above it
allowing it to see the mockery of the female form that its body was rapidly
becoming. Watching its breasts continue to grow, feeling the pain as the
swollen tissue stretched the skin nearly to the breaking point, the slave could
only lay there, its naked body on display. Only the daily, humiliating medical
examination and twice daily feeding interrupted the boredom. Regular
manipulation of its now-healing clitoris kept it hot and wanton, and had the
penis gag not been fully in place, it would have begged for release. Immobile
and fed intravenously, all it could do was lay motionless and pray for an
orgasm.
Its father was going through his own personal Hell, too. He discovered that the
frame to which he was bound was adjustable; every few hours, he was bent double.
Male after male would then assault his until-then virgin ass, filling his bowels
with semen. A devout homophobic, he refused to open his mouth when the first
shit-covered cock was placed at his lips; a painful squeeze on his testicles
quickly changed his mind. The only nourishment he was permitted was that he was
able to suck and lick from the dicks of his abusers.
In retrospect, skank probably had the easiest go of it, though it's doubtful she
would have thought so. Shackled and chained by the ankle to a bed, she serviced
customer after customer while under the supervision of a particularly sadistic
Overseer. If she failed to make the right sounds at the right time, if she
displayed any reluctance or hesitation and doing anything demanded of her, she
was beaten. Nor was she permitted to simply lay there and accept the abuses; no,
she was required to participate, to take an active role. The shock collar
assured that regardless what her abusers wanted, she accommodated them without
compliant. They arrived at a constant flow, one after another for the entire
two weeks, her only reprieve being two breaks per day of two hour each, during
which she was fed, rinsed off and permitted a few minutes of restless sleep. By
the time the ordeal was over, she'd been fucked more in that two weeks than in
her entire life up to that point.
Finally, the time arrived. "It" was at the most fertile point in its cycle, and
testing showed it had not one, but two, eggs ripe for impregnation.
Preparations for the big event were complicated, but not overly so.
Still bound tightly to its hospital bed, the young female slave was wheeled into
a large, sterile-looking room. The walls and ceilings were covered in mirrors,
hiding the recording equipment not so much from those inside the room as from
the other cameras; it simply wouldn't do to have cameras and recorders visible
in the edited version, which would be made available to the paying public.
Though a full fifty cameras were positioned to record every nuance of the coming
event, not a single one would be visible in the end product.
The performance itself began when the physician who had been treating "it"
entered the room and provided a single numbing shot to the bound slave's groin.
Although it would feel nothing and be completely numb between its legs, the
injection also ensured a copious flow of vaginal fluids, as well as periodic
muscular spasms which would serve to entice orgasm from the male about to
impregnate it.
The male, of course, was its very own biological father, wheeled in on his own
bondage frame, his body covered with angry red welts and cuts from the frequent
whippings he'd received during the week. It looked at him in horror, staring at
the immensely swollen member sticking out from between his legs. It appeared to
be much larger than it had been when it had been forced to suck on it, and
seemed to be drooling clear fluid from the head. It could see where dry cock
juice glistened and cracked on his thighs; what it wasn't aware of was that much
of that was from other men.
The triad was made complete when skank crawled in, being led at the end of
Sheila's leash. She, too, appeared beaten and broken, her eyes deep sockets
surrounded by huge black rings of fatigue. She crawled slowly, stuporously, her
mind still not comprehending what her tired eyes were seeing. Sheila bent down
and whispered something into skank's ear; she nodded in a resigned sort of way.
The male slave - still without a name - was positioned with his ankles and
wrists bound to his daughters, a leather strap around his waist keeping his
midsection hoisted. Carefully he was positioned until the head of his throbbing
cock was mere millimeters from the entrance to his daughter's womb. A thin wire
noose was placed loosely around his testicles, loose enough to not interfere
with the violation of his own daughter, but tight enough that it wouldn't fall
off. The end was attached to a ring in the bed between his daughter's knees,
which was further connected to a small but powerful electric motor. Once thus
prepared, the strap was released and the man's belly fell onto his daughter's,
his cock penetrating her cunt as easily as a butterfly through the spring
breeze.
Although it was unable to feel any sensations from that part of its body, the
contractions of its cunt muscles were unlike anything its father had felt
before. To him, it felt as though his daughter was milking his cock like a
farmer would a cow, and after almost three weeks of constant stimulation without
relief, he quickly exploded deeply inside her moist sheath with the largest,
most intense orgasm he'd ever felt. As his semen shot inside his daughter's
fertile womb, he saw nothing but stars amidst the blackness, first from ecstasy
and then from intense pain.
The order Sheila had whispered to skank was carried out; as she saw her husband
cum, she counted to five and then pressed the button activating the motor. The
thin wire tightened and then sliced through his scrotum, causing his testicles
to fall with a soft plop to the table between their daughter's legs. His brief
scream of suffering was interrupted almost immediately, as he fell into
pain-filled unconsciousness. He was quickly removed by two large attendants,
one of whom placed a compress on his bleeding groin.
Skank was led from the room, docilely crawling as her mind battled among the two
conflicting thoughts: that she'd just performed the most despicable act on her
own husband, and actually received some little bit of satisfaction from knowing
he'd paid for his earlier reticence through the sacrifice of his most prized
possession. Strangely, any thoughts of her daughter were absent.
It instinctively knew it was pregnant, even before the lab tests came back
positive. After its father gave it the last semen he would ever produce, it was
repositioned on its knees, face down and ass elevated, in order to allow the
sperm to use gravity rather than fighting against it. It somehow sensed when
the coupling of sperm and egg occurred - twice - she understood. Perhaps it was
some sort of psychic power that told it, or a type of inborn instinct, but it
knew there were two lives within its womb now.
From that point on, its life was slightly better. Every the businesswoman,
Sheila knew the value of slave babies and had no intention of having it deliver
anything less than healthy twins. It was placed on a nutritious, albeit
tasteless diet of the same slave gruel it had been fed at the center, and its
duties were primarily light housekeeping. It had three two-hour exercise
periods each day, but other than that and occasional use for oral sex, it was
left alone.
Its father - renamed "dickless," though that wasn't entirely true - was sold to
a discounter. He was, of course, useless as a breeder (not that he was all that
particularly virile when his balls were attached anyway), and as someone used to
working in an office, there wasn't much he was suited for. It soon became
apparent there wasn't going to be a rush at the door to buy him, so the shop
owner offered him out on a rental basis. For a few dollars a day, dickless
could be rented out for whatever task was desired. There wasn't much interest,
other than from a couple of bars who wanted someone to clean cocks and cunts
after fucking, but didn't want the expense of upkeep. After two years, the
discounter gave up and simply set him free; he'd never officially been
registered as a slave anyway, and now he was homeless, penniless and without
identification. Unable to work legally, he ended up working in an underground
gay leather establishment, serving drinks while wearing a tiny pink tutu, and
taking the occasional dick in his mouth or ass for a few extra dollars.
Skank fared little better, though Sheila kept her around just for amusement, at
least until the babies came. Each week, it seemed to skank, her Owner would
have a new idea, something even more diabolical than the previous week. First
it was having her teeth yanked out, ostensibly because someone had complained
about them; in reality, skank hadn't been used orally by the supposed
complainer. Next was the hysterectomy - totally needless, since she'd already
passed menopause - followed by having her gash sewn closed. Sheila even loaned
skank to a tattoo and piercing school, to be used for practice by those hoping
to excel at the trade. When not recovering from one of these excruciatingly
painful events, skank spent her time on hands and knees, scrubbing floors,
showers and even the sidewalk in front of Sheila's mansion. Skank particularly
hated scrubbing the sidewalk, as anyone passing by was permitted - even
encouraged - to use her for their sexual gratification. Unable to obtain any
pleasure herself, yet forced to display wanton delight at being used, was the
most humiliating factor in skank's life to date.
As it's belly began to swell, the pregnant slave's name was changed once again,
this time to "fat piggy fuck," though Sheila and the others usually just called
her "piggy." As degrading as the name was, piggy was happy just to have a name,
rather than just being an "it." A name was something she could hold on to
mentally, something that was almost hers even though it could be taken away at
any time. Her demeanor even brightened somewhat, to the point that she was
almost - not quite, but nearly - content and perhaps even a bit happy as she
toiled at her daily tasks.
As the babies inside her grew, those tasks began to change. No longer was she
required to ride the stationary bicycle - it's dildo seat imbedded in one of her
holes - twenty miles a day. No longer did she eat off the floor like an animal,
but while seated in a hard metal folding chair, using a spoon for the first time
in over a year. The only real hardships she endured were sleeping on the hard
cage floor and being constantly in ankle restraints. It was the leg shackles
that she disliked the most; with only ten inches of slack, walking from one
point to another only accentuated her pregnant, barefoot waddle. By now,
according to the doctor, the two babies weighed in at nearly 20 pounds between
them; the boy was over eleven pounds, and the girl just under eight. He'd
recommended a Caesarian procedure to Sheila, but she was adamant.
"The brats will be born vaginally, and there will be no anaesthesia," she
directed.
A few weeks after her pronouncement, they were. Piggy panted heavily as the
contractions washed over her, screaming in agony as the first child's head, then
shoulders forced their way to freedom. Fortunately, the girl was born first,
allowing piggy's body to prepare for the larger boy. Still, she could feel no
difference as the second twin was born. Laying bound wrist and ankle to the
sterile hospital bed, all she could do was gasp for air while blood soaked the
sheets under her.
"Did you get a chance to look at them?" Sheila asked, her face directly above
piggy's.
"No, Ma'am," the slave panted. "May I, Ma'am?"
"Aww...I'm sorry, little piggy," she grinned. "Those two little brats you've
been carrying in your cunt were just sold to a pedophile. Maybe after they're
all used up...say in five or six years..."
Piggy began to sob uncontrollably. Regardless of the means by which she'd
become pregnant, these two babies were a part of her. She knew she'd never be
able to hold them now, to touch or comfort them; it was as though a large part
of her soul had just died.
After being permitted three days to recover, piggy resumed her regular duties.
Everyone could tell she was changed, though, that her heart wasn't in it. She
was no longer living, but simply existing. Whenever she was used for sex, it
was purely mechanical with no passion whatsoever. When she ate, there was no
emotion, whether she was fed a bit of steak or a bowl of rabbit droppings, she
did it automaton-like. The other aspects of her life were the same. If one
were to look into her eyes, they would have seen nothing but empty holes staring
back.
Finally, with skank fully broken and Sheila was having no fun at all with piggy
anymore, she decided to sell them both.
