Chapter 6
Now Bobbi's slavery began in earnest. All the training and
punishment the man had put Bobbi through before had been to condition
him, to mould him into the shape that the man wanted him in. Now it was
time for the man to cash in on all the hard work he had put into the
task. The first order of business was to make sure that Bobbi's blowjobs
became the best ever. There was only one thing to do: practice. After
every blowjob Bobbi gave he received extensive critique and punishment
when needed, which is to say all the time. After a week or two Bobbi had
the fundamentals down and all that was needed now was plenty of
practice. Unfortunately the man didn't have the stamina for the number
of blowjobs that Bobbi needed in order to reach perfection - no one did.
Furthermore the man did not intend to share Bobbi with anyone. His
intentions were just as he had told Bobbi: to keep him as a slave in the
dungeon for the rest of his life. This also meant that he did not mean
for anyone else to sample the delights Bobbi had to offer. The man
wanted Bobbi for himself. So the man mounted a dildo, cast as an exact
model of his own cock, on a pole in the dungeon at the exact same height
as his own cock. When he was away from the dungeon Bobbi could then use
this for practice. When the man received the next blowjob he could judge
for himself if Bobbi had improved his technique. If not, more punishment
was in store for Bobbi. Bobbi loved this treatment. It made him feel
special, like the man really cared whether he was a good slave or not.
Again every little punishment was taken as a sign of affection by Bobbi,
who by now was completely addicted to the man. Even when he screamed in
pain from the horrible things the man did to him, Bobbi loved him and
knew he deserved it. So Bobbi set out to become fantastic at giving
blowjobs and soon became just that.
After blowjobs came Bobbi's ass. The man again worked diligently to
train Bobbi to be able to move is ass muscles just so to provide the
best possible fuck. Using the same training technique, with Bobbi
humping an artificial cock for practice, he was soon able to do amazing
things with his ass to provide pleasure for his master.
As the months progressed and Bobbi grew to become a better and better
sex-slave, his skills improved in other areas as well. His walk was now
sexy and elegant in practically any situation and his behavior had
become that of a proper slave-slut. Completely devoted and in love with
his cruel master, Bobbi relished in his submission and the knowledge
that he was the lowest slave-shit in the world. He was deeply grateful
for the man's attention, whether the man fucked, trained or punished
him, and thanked him for every little touch. He had even come to love
the man's very frequent and always very brutal breath-play. There were
two reasons for this. Firstly Bobbi knew that the man's touch, no matter
what shape it took, was good for him and that he should love it. Even if
the man was choking him, putting him in state of absolute panic. But
there was a second and more important reason why Bobbi grew to love
being asphyxiated by the man. On the occasions the man played with
Bobbi's breath, be it with a plastic bag, a piece of rope, a purpose
built collar or simply by choking Bobbi with his bare hands, were the
only occasions when the man took Bobbi's imprisoned member out and
played with it. When he was about to choke Bobbi he first removed
Bobbi's chastity device, inspected his cock to see if it was all right
and then washed and dried it. Then, while fucking Bobbi and playing with
his breath, he also stroked Bobbi's cock expertly; always making sure
that Bobbi was never allowed to cum. These occasions always reduced
Bobbi to a complete wreck. Feeling the man inside him was fantastic and
when the man stroked his cock Bobbi was almost in heaven. Almost. But
the acute fear of choking and the enormous frustration at not being
allowed to cum made him utterly desperate. As time passed the two sets
of emotions blended into one, transforming the choking into a fabulous
turn-on. The mere hint of having his breath cut off made Bobbi shudder
with arousal and fear.
Eight months after arriving in the man's dungeon Bobbi had been into a
breath-play addict. It had been more than fourteen moths since he had
last been allowed to cum and his balls were now permanently heavy with
cum, aching desperately and his cock dribbled a small but steady stream
of pre-cum. Although he knew that he didn't deserve it and as such
shouldn't expect it, he kept hoping that the man would one day grant him
an orgasm. At the same time being allowed to cum seemed an ever more
distant possibility. The man loved to torture Bobbi by denying him the
right to cum, but he showed absolutely no inclination towards rewarding
him for being such a devoted slave. In fact he always expressed doubt as
to Bobbi's skills and devotion, prompting Bobbi into ever more desperate
attempts to please him.
Bobbi had adjusted fully to life as the man's slave-slut. He no longer
thought of escape, but accepted that he really was the lowest of the
low. His hands and arms were withering to the point where they were no
longer useful and the man now only needed to free them for a brief
period of time every third day to clean them and allow blood to
circulate properly. When this happened Bobbi was of course tied and
hooded, but really there was no need anymore as he accepted what
happened and let his arms hang down limply, not even trying to move his
arms or fingers. Not that he would have been able to anyway. His arms
were simply not functional anymore. When his arms were not free, he
hardly noticed them anymore. None of the tasks he performed now required
that he use them. This did not mean that his life would not have been
much more simple and easy had he still had the use of his arms. It just
meant that the man didn't want him to be able use his arms. Whenever he
thought about his arms, and this was increasingly rare, Bobbi thought
that it would be much simpler for everybody if they were just removed.
In his dark, submissive fantasies he also thought he might look good for
his master with an armless torso. Then again the presence of his useless
and forbidden arms served as a reminder of his status and it was always
good for a slave to know how low he really was.
The few minutes every day his feet were free somehow felt wrong to him
now as he had grown not only accustomed to, but also addicted to
stilettos. He had also adjusted to sleeping while sitting secured to the
pole, his insides filled up by the massive steel dildo. It felt somehow
right to be secured that way, tied up and hooded in an uncomfortable
situation.
Most of Bobbi's days were mindless routine. He woke up. The man washed
him and changed his shoes, corset and collar. Then it was usually time
for a quick fuck followed by some training, not necessarily in that
order. Then the man left him for the day, presumably to go to work.
While the man was away Bobbi engaged in whatever training the man had
decreed for him that day. Usually it was an hour and a half of exercise,
followed by an hour of blowjob training and an hour of ass training.
Bobbi exercise was some sit-ups and long stretches on the Stairmaster.
Maintaining his balance on this while wearing high heels was quite hard,
but with sufficient training and brutal punishment, Bobbi soon had the
hang of it. After exercising he ate his lunch from a doggy bowl on the
floor, drank a lot of water from a bottle with a spout shaped like the
man's cock. This was more often than not heavily laced with the man's
urine. Then he was allowed to take a piss before assuming the position
in which he would wait for the man to return. In one corner of the
dungeon a short, fat dildo rose out of the floor. Bobbi would kneel in
front of it and close his lips around it. He would then remain in that
position until the man told him otherwise. Many times the man simply
didn't return that night or couldn't be bothered to deal with the
slave-slut. Then Bobbi would spend the whole night in that position.
About half of the days Bobbi would do all this while hooded, stumbling
around in the dark. It took a while for him to get used to this, but as
usual the man provided a helpful measure of punishment to motivate Bobbi
and soon Bobbi knew his way around the dungeon in the dark.
Often the man sat in the dungeon writing his stories. There was a desk
and a computer in the dungeon and when he wrote Bobbi would kneel under
the table, bound and hooded, and hold the man's cock in his mouth until
told to suck. Just as he had done when he had first met the man. Just as
often the man would spend the night torturing Bobbi, just for the fun of
it. He used all the tricks he had before and still focused heavily on
Bobbi's balls.
Every so often the man would be away, presumably on business. This
changed very little in Bobbi's daily routine. He still slept sitting
hooded on the dildo, but wasn't attached to the pole. He showered and
squatted over the hole in the floor just as he always did, but without
the man watching. His meals were dry food from a cat food dispenser. The
only difference from the ones used by ordinary families to feed the cat
while they were on vacation, was that it was a hooded sex-slave that ate
the food and not a cute calico kitten. Even the food coming out of the
dispenser was the same. Bobbi exercised and trained as he normally
would, all of it in complete darkness because of the hood. He knew the
timing of these things from an alarm clock the man had set, but his
routine was unchanged.
Bobbi lost all sense of time in the dungeon. There was no natural light,
no change in temperature, no clocks apart from the alarm that ruled his
world when the man was away and even that was invisible to. Besides it
didn't call out time, but the next assignment for him to carry out so he
didn't even have to remember what to do next. There was nothing in the
dungeon to give Bobbi any sense of the passing of time. To make it even
more confusing, the man sometimes changed certain time intervals in
Bobbi's daily routine: letting him sleep secured to his pole much longer
or shorter than normal, changing the periods of time he performed other
tasks. It all combined to rob Bobbi of all sense of time. When a year
had passed Bobbi had no idea how long he had belonged to the man. His
sense of time had grown fuzzy and sometimes he even doubted there had
been a time when he had not belonged to the man, that there had been a
time when he had not been a useless slave-slut living in a dungeon.
Whenever this happened unexplainable panic gripped him until he
remembered how the man had first captured him and all the subsequent
humiliations he had been subjected to. The memories of how he had been
gang-banged all night long and how he had been fucked by two strangers
beside an empty highway were very clear, but the memories of friends and
family, of what he had been before the man kidnapped him, got weaker and
weaker every day.
Then suddenly one day (it was a little more than a year since Bobbi's
arrival in the dungeon) the man brought a new slave to the dungeon. He
arrived in the same way as Bobbi had, sealed inside a giant crate, his
every movement controlled by the man. The thought of having a fellow
slave excited Bobbi greatly, but it also confused him and saddened him.
Was he not enough for the man? His own well-conditioned mind provided
the answer to that. Of course Bobbi wasn't enough. How could he be? He
was just a disgusting slave-slut and of course the man would much rather
have other slaves than Bobbi, and rightly so.
Bobbi awaited the inevitable change to his life the new slave's arrival
heralded, but for the first long while there was none. While the man
subjected the poor newcomer to the exact same training and conditioning
as he had subjected Bobbi to, achieving the same results, Bobbi's life
went along as it had for the past months. The man still tended to him in
the morning and secured him at night. The only difference was that he
now trained alone all the time, while the man brutalized the other slave
in the most unspeakable manner, just as he had Bobbi. The sexual demands
on Bobbi lessened somewhat in this period, but nowhere near as much as
Bobbi expected. The man still fucked him and checked his blowjob
technique at regular intervals and he still subjected Bobbi to frequent
sessions of breath-play, while still managing to mould the other slave
into shape.
After a couple of months Bobbi, standing stock still, feet together,
chest out and head respectfully downcast, witness the final degradations
of the new slave. First he asked to have his teeth removed, a request
the man promptly granted. Then he ate the man's waste, obeying the order
unquestioningly and accepting his role as a filthy slave-bitch. The man
always referred to Bobbi as "slut", but the other slave was called
"bitch". When bitch's conditioning was complete the man stood before the
two slaves and told them how it would be. Both were toothless, hairless
and tied in the same manner: Seven-inch, black Oxfords, severe black
corsets and collars. Their hands sealed inside tiny rubber mittens and
secured in a backprayer. They slept in separate cells, but sitting in
the same kind of dildo, secured to the same kind of pole. They performed
the same things every day and both were hooded half the time, always
alternating so that one could see while the other could not. That much
they already knew when the man spoke: "Up till now I've been here to
teach you two worthless slaves the ropes, but from now on you'll have to
be able carry out the routine on your own. You have trained this and
even useless slaves like you should be able to do the simple things
required of you." Bobbi and the other slave bowed their heads in
acknowledgement as the man continued: "However there is one more rule:
you two are absolutely not allowed to talk to each other. Under no
circumstances are you to talk to each other. You may speak to me when
given a direct order to do so, but if I catch you two talking,
punishment will be truly horrible." He pointed to some black objects in
every corner of the dungeon: "There are cameras and sound activated
microphones all over this dungeon and if I catch even e peep of
conversation between the two of you I'll fucking castrate you." To
emphasize his point he took out a pair of heavy-duty scissors and placed
them around first Bobbi's balls and then the other slave's, making both
of them whine with fear. None of them had any doubt that he was serious
and combined with their brutally effective conditioning this meant that
neither of them actually spoke to each other. For the rest of their
lives they simply knew each other as "bitch" and "slut".
As the two slaves adjusted seamlessly to the routine as directed by
their beloved master, he in turn introduced a few new things. First he
changed the hood routine. Now both were hooded at the same time and so
able to see each other for most of the time. Then, to make sure that the
slaves became even more miserably horny than they already were, he
introduced "the licking" as part of the daily routine. First the slaves
would kiss passionately, the standing order being to use as much tongue
as possible. Then one slave would gently and systematically lick every
square inch of the other's body, starting at the neck and moving down
the front, finishing at the heels of the shoes. Special attention was of
course paid to the balls and to blowing warm and moist breath on the
imprisoned and straining cock behind its cage. Then the licking would
move up the back of the slave, moving from the back of the neck into a
passionate kiss. Special attention was of course given to the ass. This
finished, the other slave had the chance to pay the favor back. When the
licking was over both slaves would be panting with desire and
frustration, often reducing both to tears. Although he didn't know it
precisely, Bobbi was approaching the two-year mark since his last orgasm
and he was beginning to doubt that he would ever be allowed to cum
again. When bitch licked his balls he would moan with passion, almost
unable to call out and beg for an orgasm.
The man also began stretching the balls of his slaves in earnest.
Bobbi's balls as well as bitch's balls were already held about two
inches away from their crotches by the steel tube that was linked to
their chastity tube. Two inches didn't really stretch them that much, it
merely made sure that they couldn't crawl back in the crotch. But two
inches was not enough for the man. First he used weights. Tying one end
of a short piece of rope around Bobbi's scrotum and the other to a ten
pound weight, the man started the stretching in earnest. It wasn't too
bad for the first half hour or so, but then it began to get really
painful. After three hours of standing still with the weight pulling
down on his balls, Bobbi was sweating with the effort, on the brink of
screaming with pain. After four hours he did, his breath coming in
little, almost panicky screams. After five hours Bobbi's balls would be
almost blue and the pain would have moved up deep in his crotch and
abdomen. After six hours the man would usually stop, letting his
exhausted slaves drop to the ground, moaning and crying out their thanks
to their owner. Having their balls weighted down wasn't the only ball
stretching exercise the man did with his slaves. Another form of
stretching was to tie the slave's ankles together with a short piece of
rope, leaving perhaps six inches between them. Then he would tie one end
of a new piece of rope around the slave's balls. Making the slave bend
his legs until the upper and lower legs were almost at a right angle,
the man would then tie the other end of the rope to the rope connecting
the slave's ankles, making sure that there was no slack in the rope. Now
the slave would be unable to stand up or even straighten his legs
slightly without pulling on his testicles. The position was strenuous
enough as it was, but the man would then make the slave walk around.
This was extremely hard on the thighs and soon the slave would be
sweating with exertion, his legs shaking and the rope pulling painfully
on the balls with every step. To make it more difficult, the man would
always gag and hood his slaves when doing this exercise. After a while,
when the slave was almost exhausted, unable to go any further, the man
would let him rest kneeling on the floor. The slave was never allowed to
rest for very long and when he got up again, he found the drill even
harder to do because his legs were now very tired so the shaking and
pulling started almost at once. The man would do this drill until the
slave was completely desperate, mewling into his gag, his hooded and
almost featureless head shaking senselessly. It provided the man with a
marvelous opportunity for punishing his slaves. Walking bent over made
their asses stick out most invitingly and he often fucked them then and
there. They also provided and inviting target for a whipping or cropping
and at the same time the excuse, as if he needed one, was obvious: their
walk was terrible, not elegant at all (but quite sexy). When the slaves
were at the end of their tether, unable to go any further, he sometimes
crouched in front of them and held their balls still with one hand. He
the used the other to deliver two hard and sharp flicks of his
fingernails directly to the each testicle. The pain was unbelievable and
made the slaves scream and try to straighten out in a hurry. This was
the reason for holding them with his hands. That way he could prevent
them from standing up and ripping off their balls. The man had plenty of
other ways of stretching his slaves' balls and in the end he got
results. When he was done with the stretching, Bobbi's balls hung down
almost nine inches from his crotch as did bitch's balls. With a scrotum
that long, the man could now tie a piece of string around Bobbi's balls
and pull them back between his legs until they nestled between in
buttock, almost inside his ass. Then the man tied the string off to
Bobbi's corset, making sure that the balls stayed where they were. The
man always did this first thing after preparing his slaves for the day.
That way they had to walk around all day, their balls being ground
between their buttocks. The sensation was both quite painful and quite
arousing and it drove both Bobbi and bitch absolutely mad. When the man
came back in the evening to find his two slaves sucking on the fat,
little dildo mounted in the corner, their asses sticking almost straight
up in the air, they provided him with not only a perfect target for an
ass-whipping, but also a great opportunity to strike their balls. The
man loved it. First he would beat their asses and balls, reducing them
to whimpering wrecks and then he would loosen the string holding the
balls in place and fuck their asses. And the slaves were so
well-conditioned that they just kept on sucking the floor-mounted dildos
until he told them to stop. When their balls were not tucked up between
their buttocks, the man fitted his slaves with very narrow tubes, nine
inches long. These held their scrotums with the testicles sticking out
at one end. The testicles were almost squeezed out and looked like
balloons about to burst. It was very humiliating for Bobbi to have his
balls hanging down like that, trapped, squeezed and exposed. Furthermore
they were quite vulnerable and when he walked they were constantly being
struck by his legs, sending shockwaves of pain up to his crotch. It was
enough to trigger Bobbi's super-submissive instincts, fuelling his
already enormous unfulfilled lust and it was quite clear that bitch felt
the same way.
A new possible addition to his slaves' outfits the man introduced was
the fuck-handles. The fuck-handles provided an easy way for him to hold
a slave while fucking him brutally. Sometimes the man wanted to use the
skills the slaves hand with their asses and mouths, but other times he
simply wanted to fuck them as brutally as possible and for that the
handles were practical. There were two variations. The first was a steel
band around the slave's corset. To the steel band, just above either
hip, two handles, just like bicycle handlebars were mounted. Grabbing
these the man could pull the slave towards him as he pounded the slave's
ass. The second variation was far more painful for the slave. Here the
steel band went around the slave's head, with the band passing over the
eyes and ears. Usually the slave would be hooded when the band was
tightened until the slave screamed in pain, but not always. The
handlebars would be mounted at the slave's ears, providing excellent
grip when the man wanted to face-fuck his slave as brutally as possible.
Often at least one of his slaves was fitted with the fuck-handles in the
morning and would wear them all day long. Sometimes both wore them and
sometimes, when the man was in a foul mood, they wore them for days at a
time. This was usually accompanied by ferocious torture sessions, so
bitch and slut feared the handles, although neither could help being
filled with submissive delight whenever they were put on. Being treated
as an object by the man turned both slaves on a great deal.
Bobbi, or slut as he was now known, and bitch followed whatever orders
the man gave without question or hesitation. Both loved him and were
completely devoted. If the man wanted to cause them great pain, they
were both sure that it was right and good. The man continued his brutal
breath-play, combined with endless teasing of the slaves, never letting
them cum. Both slaves were extremely frustrated sexually, but accepted
without question that this was the man's right. If he thought that was
the way it should be, then they must comply. Their conditioning complete
both really did exist only to please him. Bitch and slut also grew very
fond of each other, even if they never spoke to each other and never
even knew each other's name. Bitch's real name had been Joe and he too
had met the man over the Net and had allowed his submissive nature to
get the better of him, until the man took over completely, before
finally abducting him and installing him as a toothless, hairless and
completely broken and docile slave in his dungeon.
Bitch and slut spent a lot of time together alone. Most of the time they
carried out the man's instructions, but when it wasn't in contradiction
to the man's orders they would try to show a bit of affection for each
other. Often it was just a bit of rubbing together of their bodies, but
when they followed the man's order to lick each other all over, their
passion definitely got the better of them. The licking would develop
into frenzied kissing and licking, with lavish attention paid the other
slaves genitals and ass. When it was time to stop both would be flushed
with unfulfilled excitement and panting with lust.
Their lives continued as an endless stream of fuckings, training and
punishments. Both lost all sense of time and eventually forgot about the
outside world and about the times and people they had known before
meeting the man. Even their names became distant memories. Bobbi would
probably have reacted if he had been called by his name, as would Joe,
but now they thought of themselves mostly as bitch and slut.
They lived together as the man's slaves for almost five years, although
none of them had any sense of the passage of time. Then finally change
came to their lives in the form of not one, but two giant crates on the
dungeon floor.
This time the man didn't let bitch and slut go about their business
while he prepared and trained what was obviously a new pair of slaves.
Instead he commanded them to stand absolutely still while he prepared
the new slaves. Before opening the crates he fitted bitch and slut with
a couple of huge ball-gags, wrenching their jaws apart and filling up
their mouths completely. While he removed the lids of the crates,
revealing the rubber-bound forms inside, Bobbi wondered how the man
would fit all of them in the dungeon. As it was now there were only two
sleeping poles, each in its own tiny cell. There wasn't room for more
poles in the cells, so he assumed that at least two of the slaves would
sleep in the dungeon itself.
Meanwhile the man had removed the black rubber holding the two new
slaves and hung them by their wrists. Their heads were still covered by
thick, black rubber hoods, but already bitch and slut could see that the
man had caught two exceptionally well-trained black guys. He had caught
a pair of very muscular, black twins. They were about average height,
had extremely well sculpted muscles and very dark skin, so very smooth
and fine.
As bitch and slut watched, the man prepared his new slaves. The man
might have abducted them, but like both bitch and slut they were more
than a little turned on by what the man did to them. Once he had removed
their catheters, their cocks stood at immediate attention and at the
man's touch both moaned with passion. The man prepared them like he had
bitch and slut and when he was done they were tied up just like bitch
and slut were. Of course they were fitted with ring-gags since they had
not yet begged to have their teeth removed, but otherwise their bonds
were almost identical, right down to the Oxfords with the seven-inch
stilettos. Almost. Because while bitch and slut were two white slaves
with black bindings, the two newcomers were black and had white
bindings. Bobbi's cock stirred as he looked at the two beautiful black
guys wearing white ring-gags, white collars, white mittens, white
corsets and white stilettos. The two pairs of slaves looked at each
other and it was very clear that each thought the other looked
devastatingly sexy. The newcomers did, however, look quite alarmed when
they saw bitch and slut's chastity devices and their nine-inch long
scrotums, held in rigid black tubes, their testicles sticking out at one
end like balloons about to burst.
The man let the slaves look at each other for a while and then spoke
first to bitch and slut: "Well, you two worthless pieces of slave-shit,
time has come for you to retire. Meet your replacements." He nodded at
the two black slaves and continued: "Meet the new bitch and the new
slut. As for you two, I have new assignment for you." The reason he had
fitted them with gags became apparent as both bitch and slut tried
desperately to plead to their master to let them stay as his slaves. The
man, however, would have none of it. With a wave of his hand and an
unmistakable order, he silenced them and made sure they stood absolutely
still while he tended to the two new slaves. The two new slaves looked
very puzzled and scared, but offered no resistance at all as the man
grabbed the steel wire around their testicles and led them into the
cells to be secured to the poles that until recently had been occupied
by bitch and slut. Soon they were secured in position, white rubber
hoods covering their faces and huge steel dildos filling them up
completely. As the man left them they tried to adjust to the resting
position they would occupy for the next many years. Seeing the two
crying slaves outside the cells had given them a good idea of what was
in store for them and both very more than a little scared as well as
very horny. The man had been cultivating them for a long time and it was
already almost a year since either of them had been allowed to cum.
Closing the doors to the cells, the man returned to his two crying and
soon to be retired slaves. Both bitch and slut were devastated at the
news. All they could think about was how horrible it would be to no
longer serve their beloved master. Neither of them had given any thought
to what retirement might mean for a slave. The man led them into the
middle of the dungeon and made them kneel shoulder to shoulder. Then he
removed their gags and presented them with his cock and told them to
blow him. The slaves jumped at the opportunity to show their love and
devotion to the man and locking lips across his cock they made sure that
the blowjob was a memorable one. As he pulled up his pants, the man
smiled down at his slaves. Bobbi began to hope that maybe he and bitch
wouldn't retire after all. The man gave further nourishment to that idea
when he removed both their chastity devices. Bitch and slut sighed with
joy as their cocks sprang to life. They both moaned with passion as the
man went behind his slaves and forced massive, violently vibrating
dildo's up their asses and both had to restrain themselves so as not to
beg the man to let them cum. Then the man knelt down behind bitch and
put a noose around his neck. Using one hand to stroke bitch's painfully
erect cock and the other to gradually tighten the noose, he sped bitch
towards a magnificent orgasm. Like Bobbi, bitch loved being choked,
having been conditioned by the man to do so, and as his head grew
purple, his tongue began sticking farther and farther out of his mouth
and his eyes looked ready to pop out of his head, bitch moved towards
the best and last orgasm of his life. His movements became spasmodic and
his eyes unfocused as he thrashed and jerked while shooting his last
load. As Bobbi watched in horror and with extreme arousal, bitch shot
his load, thrashing like crazy after which the man laid his lifeless
body on the ground. What Bobbi did not notice, was that the man had
loosened the noose around bitch's throat a little right after he came.
The man hadn't killed bitch, only very nearly so and thus provided him
with a truly magnificent orgasm.
Then the man took a new piece of rope, formed a noose and turned to
Bobbi. One part of Bobbi wanted to scream and run, to try and save his
life. But another far stronger part wanted the man to strangle him while
letting him cum. First of all Bobbi knew he owed it to the man, who had
been such a kind and loving master. Secondly Bobbi knew that this was
probably his only remaining chance for an orgasm and being strangled
while cuming was an enormous turn-on. If he had to die to cum, then that
was how it would be. He had waited long enough for this. Finally Bobbi
felt very strongly that he would rather die than stop serving the man.
So Bobbi sat absolutely still as the man put the noose around his neck
and tightened the knot before beginning his manipulation of Bobbi's
member. The orgasm was easily the best in his life as he jerked and
thrashed, completely out of air and convinced that he was dying while
his cum kept spurting out of him until he lost consciousness.
He woke up coughing. As he slowly came around he realized that neither
he nor bitch were dead. Bitch lay beside him coughing as well. The huge
dildos were still humming away in their asses but the man was in the
process of removing them. Neither slave understood why the man had not
killed them. Surely he had no more use for them? But the man had one
more assignment for his two devoted slaves. They needed a bit of
"refitting", but they would do just fine.
Stopping the confused slaves' questions he first refitted both slaves
with their chastity tubes, making both sob with despair as he told them
that they had just had their last orgasm. He made quit sure that this
sank into the tiny minds of the deeply unhappy slaves. Then he removed
their stilettos. Both were now sitting on the cold concrete floor,
wearing only their corset and collars, their useless and withered hands
and arms still locked into the same backprayer. Their tender cocks were
once again locked away, this time never to be used for cuming again.
Then he gave them new shoes or rather boots. These new boots made the
two slaves gasp with trepidation as well as excitement. Their new boots
were ankle high ballet-toed stilettos, with impossibly thin heels nine
inches high. If they were at all possible to walk in, they would force
the person wearing them to rest all of his weight directly on his
straight and unbent toes. It would be extremely difficult and painful
and neither bitch nor slut could wait. So the man had no trouble fitting
the two eager slaves with their new footwear. But contrary to what Bobbi
thought, the man did not intend for them to walk in the new stilettos.
They were simply an attractive way of containing the slaves' feet, while
at the same time rendering them even more helpless. Not that there was
any need for that where they were going, but it never hurt to be
thorough. Besides, stilettos were one of his major turn-ons, so why not
exploit it?
As for Bobbi and his fellow slave, the man then dragged them over to the
shower area. A few days before the man had made a second hole the floor,
which neither bitch nor slut had guessed what was for. First he
positioned Bobbi with his ass directly above the hole, sitting down on
it. Then, using long rubber straps, he turned Bobbi into a tight bundle,
his folded legs pressing against his chest. After the compression, came
a large diameter clear plastic tube, which was lowered down over Bobbi.
It squeezed him tightly all over and Bobbi began wondering what was
going on. When the tube touched the floor on either side of Bobbi, its
rim reached above his head. The tube had a wide flange at the bottom
with many holes for bolts in it. The man now positioned them correctly
before bolting the tube to the floor with Bobbi inside. Bobbi now sat
with his legs pressed against his body inside a thick, clear plastic
tube. He could see out, but still had no idea what was going on. From
above came the man's voice commanding him to tilt his head back and open
his mouth. The man then lowered a very large funnel, made of the same
clear material as the tube and with approximately the same diameter at
the top. As the end of the funnel was forced down into Bobbi's mouth, he
began to get a very bad feeling. Once the funnel was in place, the man
secured it in that position, thus locking Bobbi inside the tube with
only his forcibly open mouth in contact with the outside world. This
task completed he tended to bitch. He was mounted in the same way inside
a similar, but shorter tube, leaving his head sticking out. A plastic
lid was used to seal his body inside the tube with his head was encased
in a black rubber hood sticking out, only his mouth left free.
The man then stepped back and informed the slaves of their future, or
lack of it: "Well, bitch and slut. You have come to the end of the line,
to the end of your careers as useful sex-slaves. That does not, however,
mean that you can't perform for me anymore. Until it is time for the two
new, black versions of bitch and slut to retire, you two will act as
their toilets." Both bitch and slut screamed, but were silenced by the
man: "Do shut up, you two useless slave-shits. You really are such
wimps. Remember that it can always get worse." That shut them up and the
man continued: "For now slut is the toilet and bitch is the toilet
paper, licking their asses clean after they've used slut. In a week I'll
clean you up and bathe you before you change places. This is what you'll
do for the remainder of your life." Both slaves cried and begged, but
were helpless as the man sat down over Bobbi's open mouth and took a
dump. When he was finished and Bobbi had swallowed everything, he moved
over to bitch who dutifully licked his ass clean. Then the man left the
to start training his two new slaves, laughing quietly as he went.
Bobbi spent the rest of his, almost ten years, either looking straight
up at the ass that would deposit its disgusting load in his mouth, or
sealed away inside a robber hood waiting to clean a dirty asshole. Once
a day the man emptied a couple of quarts of water and some cat food in
his mouth he wouldn't starve to death, but otherwise the only attention
he received was the shit deposited in his mouth.
He could hear the new slaves screaming and begging and was filled with
terrible envy. His new position was surely disgusting, cramped and
painful, but the worst part was that he wasn't serving the man directly.
He ate slave shit as the man had ordered, but what he really longed to
do was to scream in pain to please the man.
THE END 2NN
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