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She was no longer her own
person. She was now property. To her, it meant never having to make another
decision, work at a job 5 days a week, or answer to anyone but her mistress for
her actions. What she never considered
was the full scope of her ownership. At
this very moment, her mistress was organizing her future, with no input from
her. Her needs and wants were, after
all, not all that important to her mistress.
Janice had enticed the
beautiful young Asian girl, not with false promises but with what she saw in
Irene as a simple need that had never been met.
Now that Irene was officially hers and had been physically altered with
the addition of bars through her sensitive nipples and a ring through her nose,
it was time to take away the last vestige of Irene’s former life; her
name. Janice had grown up always wanting
a puppy, but had never been allowed one.
Now as an adult, she could have her wish, but
having Irene as a tame animal was far more attractive to her. Irene could be made to learn all the tricks
she’d dreamed of teaching a puppy, but this pet could please her in ways no
puppy ever would have, such as making her cum on command. It was with this thought in mind that Janice
decided upon Irene’s new name. From now
on, she’d simply be called pet, un- capitalized, as befitted her pet’s new
status. Janice imagined making pet beg,
roll over and fetch. These thoughts made
her pussy tingle, so she decided to take a break from her planning for a moment
and instead enjoy her new pet’s talented tongue.
She did nothing but sit at
her home office desk with her skirt hiked up and her legs spread. Her new pet did the rest. When she’d had enough of pet’s tickling and
probing tongue, she allowed her out from under the desk. After sending pet off to get dressed, Janice
jotted a couple of notes on a scrap of paper.
When pet returned, Janice scrutinized her critically, looking for
something she could find fault with in the way pet had chosen to dress. Her slave had done well though, her short,
flimsy skirt just barely covering her hairless and pantyless pussy, a top two
sizes too small to advertising rather than hide the fact that not only was she
braless, but pierced as well. On her
feet were knee high black patent leather boots with a 6 inch stiletto heel, her
makeup done to emphasize her lips, cheeks and eyes, and her long dark hair in a
ponytail, making her look every bit the cheap whore, just the way Janice
enjoyed most.
“I have an errand for you to
run,” she told her slave. But first, I
have an announcement to make. From now
on, you are no longer Irene. If I hear
anyone ever call you that again, I’m going to punish you. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” her slave
answered timidly.
“Instead, your new name is pet. If anyone ever
asks, that is the name your mistress gave you.
Do you understand that too?”
“Yes Mistress, your pet
understands. Thank you
Mistress for giving me a name.”
Janice gave Irene the scrap
of paper, a ten-dollar bill and a cell phone.
“As my pet, you need a few supplies.
Firstly, get a nice big studded collar.
If possible, a pink leather one, but black will do. You’ll need a leash too and a tag that reads
‘pet’, in lowercase lettering. When you
get these goodies, try the collar on and tell the sales person you’ll be wearing
it home. Then call me and have the sales
person confirm how much you spent. Oh,
one other thing,” Janice said, reaching into her drawer. “Here’s a condom. Bring it home with cum in it. I imagine you’ll have to make up the
difference as ten dollars probably wont cover what
these things cost, so you can make any arrangement you like. Just bring the condom home used, even if you
have to get someone off the street to fill it for you. Now scat,” she said, smiling at the horrified
look on her pet’s face. “Don’t let me down pet.
I’ve not yet had to punish you, but I wont
hesitate.”
It was in utter turmoil that
pet left her mistress’s house and walked down the street. She’d thought the biggest thing she was going
to have to deal with was the embarrassment of being out in public dressed as
she was. Now, not only did she look like
a whore, she had to more or less be one too.
“Well,” she muttered to herself, “I was a whore the night I met the
mistress, so what difference does it make?”
Being pimped out was totally
different to prostitution, as pet quickly discovered. Her boyfriend had pimped her out to her
mistress, and now her mistress was playing a similar game with her, but the
difference was that she’d either have to try to have sex with whoever was running
the pet store or approach a stranger on the street and offer sex for the money
she’d need to buy the items that’d humiliate her to wear. The distress she was in was apparent as even
though she loathed what she was being forced to do her body was betraying
her. Her nipples were rock hard and she
could intimately feel the steel bars.
Her secretions were becoming obvious as they made her legs slick, which
only embarrassed her more and in turn, made her secrete even faster. She finally decided to find out how much her
pet supplies were going to cost her.
With a purpose decided upon, she made her way to the pet store. It took her about 15 minutes to walk the
distance and she was a quivering mess by the time she stood in front of the
racks of various collars. There was
indeed a pink leather collar, but it was $45.00. Next to it was it’s
cheaper $25.00 black counterpart.
Leashes ran anything from $9.95 to $25.00 and she also had yet to find
the tag her mistress had ordered. She
finally found the tags at the counter, next to a pimply-faced youth who
appeared to be the only employee in the store.
“Umm… how much are the
tags,” she asked humbly.
“Well it depends,” the sales
clerk said, eyeing her hard nipples in a way he thought she wouldn’t
notice. “You can get blank plastic ones
for $0.99 cents and they run up to $4.99 for steel. Then if you want them engraved, it costs an
extra $5.00, which is cheaper than anywhere else around here,” he added with
pride.
A quick calculation told pet
she was at least $31.00 short, not including taxes, but if she was going to be
forced to wear a collar and tags, she wanted to be dressed in the ‘nice’ stuff,
which would add at least $24.00 to the bill.
So $55.00 for a hand job, she said to herself. Would the kid go for it?
“Would you do a special
price if… ummm… we… ahhh… could come to a deal?” She stammered.
“What sort of a deal,” the
kid asked with interest, now unashamedly looking at her chest.
“I’ve only got ten bucks on
me, but I wanted stuff that costs about $60 more than that. If I ummm… show you my tits and ummm… ahhhh,
maybe jack you off?” She stammered hopefully.
“I could get one of the
other whores down the street to do it for ten!” He exclaimed, “And I wouldn’t
get in trouble with my dad for stealing either!”
So he really thinks I’m a
whore and it’s his dad’s store I’m in, she thought to herself. Like that makes any difference, she mentally
added.
“So what would you want?”
She asked shyly.
“For sixty dollars, I could
fuck any one of those whore’s in the ass,” he declared, hoping she didn’t know
any better. Actually, he’d never had sex
before and it had never occurred to him before now to even go to a hooker.
“You’ve got to be kidding!”
pet practically screeched. You couldn’t
pay ME enough…”
“Okay then,” he interrupted,
thinking he was about to lose any sort of deal at all. “Let me fuck you the regular way then. But you have to do it here, coz I’ve got to
keep an eye on the register,” he said in a pleading tone of voice that pet
immediately recognized.
“How about a blowjob? That’s the best I can do,” pet finished, just
about ready ride his cock for free anyway, she was so embarrassed and turned
on.
“Okay, but make it quick, in
case my dad comes back early.”
“I’ll just get the things I
want then. I’ll be right back. And I want a gold metal tag with the word
‘pet’, that’s a small ‘p’, small ‘e’ and small ‘t’, printed on it. Got it?” She asked. She might be doing this because she had to,
but she wasn’t naive enough to believe he’d keep his promise if she made him
wait afterwards.
While he got the tag ready,
she went back to the collars, looked around to see if anyone else looked like
they were getting ready to enter the store, then took down a pink one. With fumbling fingers, she ripped off the tag
and wrapped the collar around her neck.
It was a fairly tight fit, even though her neck was small, but she got
it buckled. As she reached for the leash
she wanted, she shuddered and had a small orgasm from excitement alone. After a couple of seconds she reached for the
leash again and headed back to the counter.
“You need to talk to someone
for me, okay?” she asked, remembering her Mistress’s instruction at the last
moment. Without waiting for a response,
she pulled the cell phone out of her tiny purse and dialed Mistress.
Janice answered the phone on
the second ring. “Mistress, this is
pet,” she whispered into the phone, hoping the kid wouldn’t hear that part of
the conversation.
Janice knew at once why she
was whispering. “I can’t hear you dear,
please speak up.”
The second time she spoke,
pet said it a little louder.
“Is that you Phyllis? I still can’t hear you,” Janice said,
continuing her game.
“This is pet, Mistress,” pet
practically sobbed into the phone loudly enough so that the sales boy looked up
from what he was doing. “I have the
things you want and I’m wearing the collar now.
Here’s the guy who’s running the store.
He can tell you how much it’ll cost.”
Without waiting for her
Mistress to acknowledge her further, pet handed the kid the phone.
“Hello,” the boy said. This is Pet Supply Depot. Can I help you?” he said, the finished tag
held in one hand, the cell phone in the other and his eyes alternating between
pet’s collar and her tits.
“Yes ma’am. Um, hold on ma’am.” The clerk put down the tag and held out his
hand for the leash and the tag that came off the collar. He quickly added the items up on a
calculator, including tax and spoke into the phone again. It’s $67.25, ma’am,” the kid stated. “Yes, ma’am.
Have a nice day and thank you for shopping at Pet Supply Depot,” he
added awkwardly into the phone.
“Quick, come around the
counter,” the clerk said after closing the phone. “I’ve done everything I promised, so now it’s
your turn!”
“As soon as pet got around
the counter, she saw that there was a space she could kneel that would keep her
hidden from view. She also saw that the
clerk had already unzipped himself and had his little erection poking out at
her. “Take your top off. I’ve got to see them tit before you begin,”
he ordered.
Instead of arguing that it
wasn’t part of their deal, pet quickly discarded her top, pausing for a few
moments to ensure he got a good look, then scrambled under the counter just
before the store door opened and another customer entered.
As quietly as she could, pet
pulled out the condom and tore open the wrapper. She carefully unrolled it over the kid’s
throbbing cock and lowered her mouth over his knob. It was all the boy needed and with a groan
that made the customer look over at him from where she stood not 15 feet away,
he came. Just as pet was about to remove the condom, the kid jerked around, out
of her reach. The female customer had
spoken.
“Yes, ma’am, I’ll be right
there. I just have to… ummm… put these
things away under the counter. Just a
moment please!”
The kid was trying to bend
down and put his still hard, condom-covered cock back into his pants at the
same time. In the end, pet quietly
swatted his hands away, ripped the condom off him and tucked him away herself. As the grateful hid adjusted himself and
headed off to serve the customer, pet tied a knot in the condom and reached for
her shirt.
She could hear the kid
explaining the benefits of some item over another as she got up from under the
counter, grabbed her leash and tag, and quietly made her way out of the
store. She was sure both the customer
and boy were drilling holes into her back with their eyes as she made her
exit. She was also sure they could hear
the noise of her thighs slopping together as she walked, her very visible
secretions the most embarrassing part of it.
When she got home to
Mistress’s house, she found her still sitting at her office desk.
“You were very rude,
pet. I wanted to talk to you but you
didn’t even give me an opportunity. That
is not acceptable and I guess it’s time to show you what happens to a naughty
pet, she said, ignoring pet’s outstretched hands that held the leash and tag.
“Strip, go to the basement
and wait for me. Inside the door, you’ll
find cuffs for your wrists and ankles.
Put them on.”
When Janice appeared in the
basement a couple of minutes later, pet was nude, wearing the cuffs and
shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other.
“You wait on your knees,
cunt!” Janice loudly warned her with a malicious tone of voice that scared pet
to the core.
“Get over to the whipping
post, now!” She told the frightened girl, pointing to a pillar in the middle of
the unfinished basement.
Janice quickly connected pet
to the chains that were there then picked up a vicious looking whip.
“Fifty on your ass or ten on
your tits. It’s your choice. What is it to be?”
Fifty! There was no way she could take that many,
pet thought to herself. “The ten,
Mistress,” she replied with a sob.
“Very good pet. Now this is going to hurt, but it’s supposed
to, or it wouldn’t be a punishment, would it?
Each of the leather strands on this fine whip is going to leave its own
mark and when they hit your nipples, you’re going to think you’re going to
die. But you wont. That would be no fun. It’s okay to scream though. I’ll like that, but I don’t want you spending
all your time blubbering, so you are to count each one. If you forget to count, the stroke won’t
count. Got it?”
“Mistress, I’m sorry I was
bad and it wont happen again, I promise!”
Janice drew back her hand
and before pet could react, landed a cruel blow on the upper slope of pets left
breast. Pet let out a scream and
practically wet herself because the pain was so intense. She’d never even been spanked as a child and
now here she was, being whipped on her titties.
“That one didn’t count. It was just a light one to get your attention
pet. I asked you a question and I
expected an answer. Just this once, I’ll
ask it again. Don’t go thinking I’ll be
so lenient in future though. Do you
understand that you are going to count each stroke out loud and if you forget
I’ll just have to repeat the stroke?”
“Yes Mistress, I
understand,” pet practically screamed through her tears.
“Okay pet, let’s get
started.
The second stroke was
directed in a similar spot on pet’s right breast, and was indeed much
harder. Again pet screamed, but this
time she managed to count it out loud for her Mistress. The third and fourth strokes were placed
neatly below the nipples of each breast and pet counted these too. When Janice landed the next stroke on pet’s
left nipple, pet literally saw stars and wasn’t even aware as she counted the
stroke that she’d lost control of her bladder and had wet herself. Janice noticed though, and smiled to
herself. The next stroke to pet’s right
nipple almost didn’t get counted, as pet was becoming delirious with the pain
and almost forgot to count out loud. The
fire in her breasts told her she’d be ruined forever and she dared not look
down in fear of seeing her titties all mangled and bleeding, but through the
pain, she noticed that the fire in her breasts was causing a similar, yet nicer
fire to begin in her crotch. The count
continued as Mistress put another two blows against pet’s right tit, this time
covering the upper and lower slopes as well as catching a glancing blow to the
distended, pierced nipple. The fire
between pet’s legs grew as she screamed almost non-stop now, hardly able to
think much less count and she wasn’t even sure if she’d cried out a number or
not. Janice was paying careful attention
to her pet, noting that she was still on her feet and especially that as each
stroke landed, pet would unconsciously thrust her pelvis out as if in invitation. The next stroke, on pet’s left lower swell,
was counted wrong, pet screaming out the number four instead of the number
seven. Janice paused to ask pet if she
wanted six more or if she just couldn’t count to ten. The voice pet heard sounded like it was
coming from a mile away and it was difficult for her to comprehend the
question, but she knew it was a question and she concentrated really hard on
the voice so she could answer.
“Yes, Mistress,” she
managed.
“Yes you want six more or
yes, you can’t count to ten?” Janice
stepped up to pet and despite the fact that pet had so recently wet herself
Janice roughly pushed two fingers between the folds of pet’s pussy, finding
them soaked with pet’s juices. For her
part, this was all pet needed and she climaxed on Janice’s hand.
“You obviously want six
more, you horny little pain slut,” Janice pronounced.
“Can’t… count… Mistress,”
pet finally managed to force out.
“Hurts… so bad,” she added.
“So you’re a stupid Asian
cunt who cant count to ten and cums when someone touches your cunt, is that
it?”
“Yes, Mistress,” pet sobbed
in humiliation and pain.
“Well, let’s just get going
again then, shall we? The next number
will be seven, then eight, nine and finally ten.
The pause in the whipping
had given pet a moment to recover, but when the next blow landed, it was as if
she’d been whipped non-stop all day. She
screeched out a seven, then an eight and a nine as Janice continued. The fire between her legs was back and
burning hotter than ever now. As Janice
arched back for the final blow, she was surprised to see pet unconsciously
thrust out her chest to receive it. It
was a good one too. Janice put all her
strength behind it and pet screamed the loudest when it landed, the number ten
she vocalized coming out as, ‘teeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnn’. She was cumming
again. The longest cum she’d ever had
and no one had even touched her pussy.
She finally slumped in her chains, he wrists holding her from crumpling
to the floor. Janice was as horny as
she’d ever been after that spectacle and angry that her pet had cum and passed
out before she could have her pussy eaten out.
She slapped pet’s face once, then again, waking pet up.
“Stand up, you slant-eyed
cum slut,” she roared at pet. I’m going
to get these chains off you so you can eat my sweet cunt and you’d better do a
good job or I’ll lock you in a cage and forget about you forever!”
As soon as pet had found her
footing once more, Janice released her and she fell to her knees in front of
her mistress.
“Your pet is so sorry
Mistress. I’ll try harder to be good, I
promise,” pet sobbed, crawling the two paces to Janice’s feet. In moments, Janice felt her pet’s tongue on
her pussy lips and she parted her legs to allow pet better access to her
sopping pussy. In minutes, Janice was
cumming herself. After pet had licked up
all her cum from her pussy and legs, she allowed pet out from between her
thighs.
That was the first time that
pet felt truly owned, so truly an animal, just the pet her mistress had named
her. She’d been disciplined for being bad yet even then her mistress had given
her the gift of a wonderful orgasm. Her
head was spinning. How could she have
been in so much pain, yet cum so hard?
While she hated herself for it, she knew she’d be naughty again…
Janice was facing a problem
that had plagued her since her father had died, leaving her the sole heiress to
his fortune. Her companies ran
themselves and all she could do was make an attempt to spend a portion of her
income. Sure, men and even a few women
regularly hit on her in an attempt to get at her money, but to her they were
always so obvious that after Janice had played with them for a little while,
leading them on so they thought they ‘had’ her, she’d enjoy the look on her
suitor’s face when she cut them off for no apparent reason. But that game can only be fun for so
long. She’d acquired her pet, but now
after little more than a year, pet was beginning to bore her as well. The little Asian did everything she demanded,
if sometimes reluctantly at first. Her
only fun had been to humiliate the beautiful Asian slave and to punish her when
she was slow to comply, or had messed up when she was attempting to do as
instructed. Janice thought back to the
day she’d taken pet to the park. It was
one of those memories that not only lifted her spirits but was a source of
inspiration as well and God knew she needed some now.
“We’re going to the park
today,” Janice said to pet as she was served breakfast by her slave who was
dressed in a mocking imitation of a maid’s outfit.
The shiny black leather
outfit only covered pet in places that didn’t matter. The skirt was only 6 inches long from the
waist, leaving her bald pussy and the cheeks of her ass semi exposed. The bodice was extremely tight, forcing pet
to breath shallowly and only served to restrain her breasts while allowing her
nipples to peek out. The back was
crisscrossed with leather laces that allowed Janice to make it as tight as she
liked. She had a special black collar to
go with this outfit. It was a 4-inch
band of shining leather with D rings riveted at intervals around it and a
padlock that only Janice had the key for.
On her feet, pet wore 6-inch spiked stilettos that were padlocked around
her ankles and particularly difficult to balance on, pet’s feet being small to
start with. To finish off the look, pet
wore her hair up in a bun with a few wisps of her glossy black mane
purposefully let free.
“I’ll get your outfit for
you today,” Janice declared. “I’ll leave
it on your mat.”
She was of course referring
to the bearskin rug on which pet slept.
“Yes Mistress. That sounds like fun!”
While pet cleaned up the
breakfast dishes, Janice went to her bedroom and collected pet’s
park-wear. As soon as she’d finished the
dishes, pet hurried to her room as fast as she could on painful feet, half
excited to see what her mistress had left for her, half nervous, for she’d been
humiliated by what she’d been forced to wear many times before. When she got to her mat, the clothing her mistress
had promised was waiting for her, neatly folded. There wasn’t much, in fact pet saw only two
items in addition to her pink collar.
Picking up the top, pet saw that it was a simple pink tee shirt only so
large it would look like a tent on her.
Holding it up against herself, pet saw that it had been neatly cut off
and hemmed so that for all its size, it would leave her flat belly
exposed. There was also a pleated, white
cotton mini skirt with a pattern of big pink flowers on it. Janice had not left any footwear, which pet
knew meant that either she’d wear what she had on now, which would look
ridiculous, or no footwear at all. Her only though about the outfit was how
conservative it was for her mistress’s tastes.
Pet carefully dropped into her ‘ready’ position on her knees for her
mistress to return and unlock her collar and shoes.
When pet was all dressed up
in the outfit, she felt really cute, with one shoulder bared because of the
size of the tee shirt. She had to fit
the skirt dangerously low on her hips so that her bald beaver was covered,
deciding that it would be better to parade around the park with the top of her
asscheeks and part of her crack exposed than the its lower swells and her
pussy. She was also aware of how flimsy
the material was and hoped it wouldn’t be too windy, as she’d be flashing
everyone regardless, if it were. Janice
clipped the leash to pet’s collar and they left the house. Even though it was only a short distance
away, pet was surprised when her mistress told her they were going to
walk. She was barefoot and the footpaths
were in need of repair, so loose stones and gravel kept hurting her feet as
they walked along, pet very conscious of the fact that she was in public
leashed like a dog. Still, she proudly
held her head up as led the way, taking small steps to ensure her skirt stayed
down, even though the wind was mercifully absent.
At the entrance to the park,
Janice unclipped pet’s leash and ordered her onto all fours on the grass. As soon as pet was down, the humiliation he’d
again have to endure was apparent. The
tee shirt allowed anyone looking her way to see her breasts swaying under her
as the neck hole was so large and she had to quickly pull her skirt even lower
on her hips, exposing more of the upper swells of her ass cheeks, just so her
pussy could be covered if anyone saw her from the back. Janice was delighted and told pet how
wonderful she looked, which only made pet’s face redden even more. Janice told pet to heel and without even
bothering to look behind her, quickly made her way to a park bench a few
hundred yards across the grass. Pet
scrambled to keep up, crawling across the grass as quickly as she was
able. Her tits swung wildly and her
skirt kept flipping up but pet was too preoccupied to notice these things. Although the park was practically deserted
and the two women pet could see in the distance were looking the other way, the
main road behind her was quite congested and the few motorists who had noticed
her entering the park were slowing down to get a better look. This caused a few honked horns and even more
eyes turned to look at her retreating form.
She was quite out of breath
from the unexpected exertion and humiliation as she reached her mistress. Worse, her pussy was beginning to lubricate
and now she had to worry about any secretions becoming visible if they
continued.
Janice was a long way from
done with her pet though. As soon as pet
stopped in front of her, she ordered pet to play dead, just like the trick
she’d always wanted to teach a puppy.
Pet looked at her for a second, then acted out falling to the ground
just like she’d seen people on television do.
Janice looked down at her in
disgust. “You’re my pet! You don’t play dead like a person! Do it like a puppy dog, you stupid bitch. You
know, on your back with your arms and legs in the air! And remind me to whip you for being so stupid
when we get home.”
In an attempt to please her
mistress and hopefully minimize the whipping she could expect later, pet rolled
onto her back and assumed the position Janice had described. Now, her whole naked lower torso and legs
were on display to her mistress and anyone else who may happen to pass. As she held her legs up in the air, she felt
a cool breeze play over her fully exposed pussy and her secretions doubled,
running into the upturned crack of her ass and wetting the cotton of her
skirt. Janice left her like that for
minutes, watching as her pet’s arms and legs began to tremble from being held
still for so long. An old man walking
his dog passed close by and circled around for a second, better look, with
which Janice happily obliged before she told pet to roll over onto her hands
and knees again. Janice made pet do
doggy-tricks for a full hour before reaching into her purse, pulling out a butt
plug and handing it to pet. Pet
attempted to hide it in her hands, feeling as if the whole world could see it,
see her and would know what was going to happen to it soon. Her cheeks became
even more scarlet, although not from her exertions and the back of her skirt
was drenched with her juices.
“Put it in, pet.” Janice
told her.
Looking around for somewhere
to go, pet hesitantly asked her mistress, “Where Mistress?”
“In your ass, you stupid
bitch! It’s not like you haven’t had one
in there before!”
“I’m sorry mistress, I meant
where can I go to put it in?”
“Just do it here, of
course! Why should you get privacy? You’re nothing more than my pet and have you
ever seen a pet look for privacy to do their business? Or do you want me to do it for you? Is that it?”
“No Mistress, your pet’s
sorry Mistress!”
She was so shamed by this
point that she was hardly able to speak between sobs, but experience told her
that if her mistress did the task, she’d be sore for days to come. Reaching behind her with the plug, she found
her puckered rear entrance, knowing that all the juices she’d produced had made
it ready to take the invader. She still
had to shove pretty hard to part her sphincter muscle and ease the plug into
her and she let out a little moan as the widest part of the plug stretched her
rear opening to it’s fullest before seating itself.
“Now, it’s time to ride the
Teeter-Totter!” Janice said brightly.
“Come on pet, lead the way.”
It was the first time that
pet had ever had to crawl with anything in her anus and she felt conflicting
emotions about its presence as she crawled hesitantly towards the
Teeter-Totter. She was stretched and she
felt the plug move around inside her, but it kind of felt good. On the other hand, she could imagine what the
plug was going to feel like as she rode the Teeter-Totter. She was not looking forward to that.
Despite being out in public
where others could hear, pet screamed the first time her mistress took her
weight off her end of the Teeter-Totter, sending pet hammering to the ground on
her seat, the plug pushing into her guts as if punched. The third time Janice
did this, pet’s scream turned to a squeal as a small orgasm was unwittingly
ripped from her abused torso. There was
a large puddle on pet’s seat when Janice called that game to an end, which she
made pet lick clean, constantly reminding the embarrassed Asian while she
licked the peeling painted wooden seat that the seat had held the asses of
little boys and girls to numerous to even imagine, much less count.
When she’d finished licking
the surface clean, pet realized that all the bumping she’d done had made her
want to pee.
“Mistress, I need to pee
real bad!”
“I was wondering how long
you’d have to be out here before you needed to go, pet. Use that sandbox over there,” she said
pointing to a children’s sand pit.
The look of horror on pet’s
face was as stimulating as anything she’d seen all day. She could practically hear pet’s imagination
working on the idea of having to urinate in public, in a sandbox that children
played in.
“I don’t need to go after
all,” pet finally decided.
“Nonsense pet. Do it now.
I’ll watch out for anyone coming if that’s what you’re afraid of?”
“Yes Mistress,” pet agreed
reluctantly. She crawled into the
sandbox, spread her knees and eventually, holding her lips apart with one hand
like her Mistress liked and sobbing as she did so, let a few drops of urine
fall to the sand. The drops turned to a
stream and the stream to a torrent as pet relaxed her muscles in her need to
empty her overfull bladder.
Just as she got a good
stream going, a trio of teenaged schoolgirls came out of nowhere and saw what
pet was doing. The three of them were
walking in a group and were sharing a cigarette.
“Oh my fucking God,”
screamed one of them. “That Asian slut
is pissing right in the sandbox! How
fucking gross!”
“What a pig,” the second
agreed.
“She’s not even wearing
underwear, the third laughed. “I can see
her titties and her bald box!”
“And to think, I used to
play in that sandbox, although I don’t think I pissed in it!”
One of the girls had been
chewing on an apple. Suddenly, she threw
it at pet, hitting her on the side of the head.
“Go!” She screamed to her
friends, breaking into a run. As the
giggling group of girls departed, one of them turned to look back at Janice and
her devastated slave, who was simultaneously pissing and crying in shame.
“Love the nipples,” she
yelled back at pet. “Wish I could suck
on ‘em!”
It was then that pet found
out she could be humiliated, pee and cum at the same time as the teenager’s
last comment was all she’d needed to give her the release that had been
building for so long. Her own hand had
found its way to her clit and she came as she squeezed her love bud and
continued peeing.
CHAPTER 4
Janice had been fingering
herself as she recounted the memory of their trip to the park, but she knew
something was missing and as a result she just wasn’t getting off on the memory
like usual. She considered calling pet in to finish her off then changed her
mind. Her pet was part of the
problem. She was always there and that
was beginning to annoy Janice too.
Maybe, she thought to herself, she needed to go visit her friend Dave
again today? She’d spent most of the
last week visiting with Dave, screwing him and watching him train his own
slave. Dave wasn’t interested in
Janice’s money, or being her boyfriend.
He just enjoyed the novelty of having sex with an equal as a change from
being serviced by his submissive sluts.
Thinking of Dave training his slave brought back a memory that suddenly
produced goose bumps on her skin and a tingle in her clit.
‘That’s it!’ Janice
congratulated herself, her fingers moving once more to her pussy.
Her mind had returned to the
day Dave had chained his slave’s nipples to pet’s then given each a bullwhip to
use on the other until one of them gave up.
The duel had lasted more than 10 minutes, each slave giving the other a
sound thrashing and receiving a lot more punishment than Janice would have
previously felt comfortable dishing out.
Pet was the loser and Janice had magnanimously given her to Dave to
punish her for losing. When Dave had
returned her, she was covered in cuts, bruises a few cigarette burns to her tit
flesh and had a pair of needles pushed through her nipples, adjacent to and
behind each piercing. She smelled like
she’d been pissed on and she confirmed Dave had indeed urinated on her cuts to
maximize the pain she’d been subjected to.
Janice climaxed imagining pet being trained as a slut gladiator, slicing
up her opponents and having them do their best to maim her.
When she recovered, she
immediately went to the phone and dialed Dave’s number.
“Hi Dave,” she said
pleasantly, “It’s me. I was just
thinking back to that bullwhip slave duel you organized for me and how much I
enjoyed it. I thought maybe we could
have a rematch?”
“Do you think your girl
could do better this time?”
“Probably not, without some
training, but that’s not really my area of expertise now is it?” She
laughed. “I just liked watching the
girls fight it out. You know how much
that turns me on. I just wish it could
have been more… violent, maybe? A couple
of little girls playing with whips are fun to watch, but I think they were both
trying not to hurt the other too much. I
keep thinking how much more fun it’d be to have a no-holds-barred competition
where the winner goes on to fight another opponent, with a prize at the
end. Sort of like in the amphitheatres
of Rome… Have you ever heard of competitions like that?”
Dave thought about her question
for a moment. He’d been involved in the
slave trade for many years and knew of quite a few specialty organizations that
held exactly the sort of events she was talking about, however none of them
were even close to legal. These were
dangerous people to deal with and he wasn’t about to let someone he considered
a friend get themselves caught up in something they didn’t know as intimately
as he did.
“Yes Red,” he said, using
her nickname, “I do know what you mean and I also know of competitions out there
like that, but I don’t know if it’d be wise for you to get involved. People have lost their slaves, their fortunes
and even on a few occasions, their own freedom at these competitions. Added to
those risks, your pet is nowhere near ready to take on a professional female
gladiator. If you’d rather, I can swing
an invitation for you to go to a game and watch other’s slaves fight. How does that sound?”
“That sounds great!” Janice
gushed excitedly. But I still want pet
to fight sometime. Have you ever entered
a contestant yourself?”
“Many times,” he
laughed. “I have been doing this for
quite a few years my dear!”
“Well maybe you could train
pet and enter her as yours then?” Janice asked hopefully.
“I simply don’t have the
time. I’m spending all my free time working on Emily right now,” he responded,
mentioning latest slave’s name. “If
you’re in such a hurry to get her trained, give this guy a call. Hold on, I’ll just get the number. He can do just as good a job as I can
anyway.” Dave found the number and
Janice wrote it down. They ended their
call with Dave promising to let her know about her invitation to the next
games.
Janice thought her pet would
be as excited as she was, that she was going to have pet trained to fight, so
was unprepared for pet’s response to the news.
After listening to what was going to happen, pet began to cry. Janice was in such a good mood that she told
pet to compose herself and explain why she was crying instead of just ignoring
the outburst. With difficulty, pet did
as she was told and, kneeling at her mistress’s feet, explained that she’d
agreed to be her slave, not a fighter and that she had never expected to be
sent away. Then pet did something that
surprised them both; she flatly refused to go.
Janice’s mood changed in an instant.
Before pet could react, Janice grabbed her by the hair and pulled her
forward off her knees. By the time pet
knew what was happening, Janice’s other hand had pulled pet’s arm up her back,
nearly dislocating her shoulder and she was being dragged to her feet. Janice pushed pet to a nearby wall and
securely chained her there, before slapping pet’s face back and forth with her
open hand.
“You do what I want when I
want and you NEVER EVER say no to me, slut!” Janice screamed at her in fury.
Janice was tempted to get a
cat-o-nine-tails and start in on pet until she’d worn herself out, but the
logical part of Janice’s mind reminded her that she’d promised herself she’d
never play with instruments of torture while she was angry, which may well have
saved the terrified Asian’s slave’s life that day. Janice was breathing hard from her exertions
and pet was practically hyperventilating.
She’d never ever seen her mistress as angry as she was now.
“You just earned yourself
the advanced course in discipline to go with the training I’d planned for
you. Don’t come crying to me if they cut
your tits off to teach you a lesson though!
Just remember you brought this on yourself,” Janice spat, her fists
clenched and shaking. She turned and
stalked out of the room, leaving pet to stand there, chained wrists and ankles
to the wall, alone and scared.
CHAPTER 5
Janice left pet there
without water, access to a bathroom or any way to sit or move, for almost a
whole day. When she returned, pet was just
as she’d left her, but was now being supported by her wrists, her legs long
since having refused to hold her up any longer.
She’d defecated herself and the brown mess was on her legs and at her
feet. She was still dressed in her
maid’s uniform and her shoes had kept her Achilles tendons stretched
continuously for more hours than ever before.
Simply put, pet had been in constant pain for almost 24 hours.
“God it stinks in here! And I’m going to have to clean up this mess
myself. You should be ashamed of yourself!
I hope you’ve had enough time to think about things, cunt.”
Janice’s anger had long
since dissipated, but when she saw her property in such a state, it was easy to
feign anger. In fact, the sight aroused
her more than anything else. With Janice
was the man who was to take pet to her training. He was a six foot six, 300-pound bodybuilder
who was not fazed by the sight in front of him.
Janice took up a cane and struck pet hard across her chest, catching
both nipples.
“Wake up you little fucker,”
she shouted, as pet let out a blood-curdling scream when the pain
registered. “I hope you slept well too,
for there’ll be no more of your laziness from now on. Now stand up and say hello to Vince. He’s going to be your trainer.”
With difficulty, pet
struggled to a full standing position once more, ignoring the pains in her
breasts, feet, legs and arms. Her throat
was so parched that when she spoke, only a croak came out.
“Hello Vince,” she managed.
Janice laid another stroke
of the cane across pet’s cleavage in almost the same spot as before. Once again, pet screamed.
“His name is Vince, but you
call him Master!” she scolded. Turning
to Vince, Janice spoke as if pet wasn’t even there.
“You see Vince, I told you
she was a stupid slut. I hope you can
make something of her without having to kill her to get it. She’s basically in good shape and she’s
disease-free, but she got an idea in her head that she could say no to me. I didn’t like that, as you can imagine. I don’t know where I went wrong. Maybe I was just too lenient with her, but
I’m sure you wont be. She’s done with
the high life of leisure and luxury she’s had till now!” She laughed bitterly.
“If you could just toughen
her up a little and get rid of that annoying independent streak of hers. I want her to concentrate on being the
meanest fighter there ever was in combat, but she must still be able to enjoy a
good fucking the way she does now. Go on
and touch her cunt. I bet she’s soaked,”
Janice said with a sadistic smile.
Vince reached out and
roughly thrust two fingers between the lips of pet’s pussy. She was indeed well lubricated already.
“It looks like she’s got
good sized tits on her for an Asian,” Vince said, cupping them through the
bodice of pet’s uniform. “Has she had a
boob job?”
“No,” Janice replied. “They’re all natural with no sag. Her ass is well rounded too, but it’s all
shitty right now I imagine. If you want,
we can take her outside and spray her off with a hose before you take her?”
“Nah, that’s okay. I’ll take care of that when we get
there. I’ve got a bag to put her in and
that’ll keep her smell to a minimum in the back of the van.”
“Now you know that she’s
gonna get pretty marked up, right? I
just want to make sure because I don’ want any complaints about it when she
gets back.”
“If you can bring her back
with all her body parts intact and not too crazy to be of any use, I don’t care
if you take her skin off to achieve results,” Janice stated flatly.
In her mind, she pictured
pet being returned with no boobs at all, her tits having been cut off her
chest. The thought excited her.
“Oh, and if you want, you
can do the oral modifications we talked about.
As long as you’re sure her smile isn’t affected too much.”
“Oh, she’ll keep her teeth
and lips, although teeth are sometimes a pain in the ass for oral sex. The only difference you’ll see without the
bit in place will be that she’ll look like she’s got more prominent cheekbones. Are you sure you don’t want us to just knock
the teeth out while we’re there?”
Janice thought about it
seriously for a moment before deciding against it. The idea of just how they would remove her
teeth crossed her mind as she listed to Vince use the words ‘knock out’,
though. Janice imagined Vince just
punching her hard enough in the mouth to dislodge all her beautiful white
teeth. It would probably take a few
punched though, Janice corrected herself.
“No, not this time. If I don’t like the look, we can still take
them out when you return her can’t we?”
“I’ll bring the pliers
then. Okay, let’s get this done. I’ve got a busy schedule planned.”
Janice unchained pet as
Vince prepared the canvass sack, which looked more like an oversized sea bag
used by sailors. Vince enclosed pet’s
neck with a single huge hand and only when he lifted the bag to begin the
process of feeding it over pet’s head did she begin to react. She squirmed as much as her exhausted body
would allow in an attempt to stop his progress, but she was no match for
Vince’s strength. He simply squeezed her
neck, cutting off her air supply until she quit thrashing. The bag went over her head and he simply took
his hand off her neck and the bag dropped down over her to her feet. Vince pushed the bag and pet toppled over,
falling hard to the ground. A padlock
was quickly applied to close and secure the bag and then Vince picked the bag
up and hefted it over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
CHAPTER 6
The next light pet saw was
when she was freed of the stifling bag after arriving at Vince’s training
facility an hour later. She looked
around her when she got her senses back and found herself in a tiny cell with a
straw-covered floor. There were many
cells in the stonewalled room, and quite a few of them held naked females of
all shapes, sizes and ages. A quick
count told pet she was being held with 11 other females. She was astounded to find how many women
there were there, and shocked to see the variety.
There was a cute Asian girl
just looking at her, a woman in her forties crying in the corner of another
cell and a another girl who couldn’t have been a day older than 16, if that,
standing naked at the bars of her cell trying to get a look at pet. A few of the females appeared to be asleep,
or at least pet hoped that’s all it was.
She wasn’t sure of anything except that outside her cell, Vince was
picking up a very large, very sharp looking pair of shears from a worktable at
the far end of the room. Frightened
wonder turned to relief when Vince unlocked the cell the Asian was in and stepped
inside instead of returning to her. He
told the Asian girl to kneel, which she immediately did. He then stepped around behind her and used
the shears to snip the wire-ties that held her wrists and arms severely bound
behind her back, freeing them from what looked to have been a long
confinement.
Although free, the Asian
kept her arms in place until he granted her permission to move them. Slowly, the Asian girl did so, flexing her
elbows and rubbing her forearms where the wire ties had left deep grooves in
her skin, grimacing as circulation returned to her tortured limbs.
“You did well, Michelle.”
“Thank you Master. May Michelle suck your cock for you now?” She
asked politely.
“I don’t think so. Go take a drink and show the new female how to
get water. She’s probably thirsty.”
“Yes Master. May Michelle ask a question Master?”
“No. Inquisitiveness is not becoming a slave.”
“Yes Master,” Michelle
replied, dropping her head momentarily before dropping her hands to the ground
and crawling over to the back wall of her cell, her ass swaying seductively.
There was a rubber dildo
attached to the back wall about 2 and a half feet off the floor and Michelle
enveloped the fake knob with her lips and sucked, hollowing her cheeks as she
did so. After a few moments, pet saw
Michelle swallowing. After releasing the
dildo with her mouth, pet saw a drop of fluid about to drip out of the
tip. Michelle flicked out her tongue and
expertly cleaned the fluid off before it could drip to the floor.
Connecting Vince’s words
with Michelle’s actions, pet looked behind her and saw an identical rubber
phallus emerging from the wall of her own cell.
In an attempt to stay out of trouble with Vince, pet didn’t even stand
up, but instead crawled over to the phallus and wrapped her lips around its
head. She sucked and got nothing. She sucked harder and still got nothing. She was about ready to tell Vince that the
phallus was broken but decided to try again first. Drawing as hard as she could, she was finally
rewarded with a few drops of fluid on her tongue. She sucked again and eventually managed to
get a flow going, letting the fluid slip down her parched throat. When she could suck no more, she withdrew her
mouth from the phallus and licked her lips, allowing herself to taste what the
fluid was. It was water! A couple of drips slipped out of the phallus
and landed on the ground, bringing a comment from Vince.
“This is your only
warning. NEVER EVER let the fluids from
a cock drop to the ground, even if it is from the wall cock. Twice a day you will be required to use the
cock to get yourself off. Show her
Monique.”
The tiny girl, who looked
like a child, obediently dropped to the floor in her own cell, crawled over to
her phallus and quickly began slobbering over it. Then she turned herself around and backed up
to it, allowing it to slip between the folds of her sparsely furred pussy. The phallus had to be 9 inches long and 3 inches
around, but the girl grimaced and pushed herself back onto it until it was
fully inside her, her ass cheeks pressed firmly against the wall. Then she began rocking herself forward and
backwards the phallus slipping in and out of her pussy faster and faster. When she had a steady rhythm going, she
lifted one hand to her clit and began rubbing it Occasionally she’d remove the fingers from
her cunt and squeeze one or the other of the now-stiff nipples on her a-cup
breasts, all the while moaning ever more loudly. Within minutes, her thighs began quivering
and she was screaming at the phallus to fuck her harder. Then it happened. She obviously came, her arms collapsing under
her and her forearms now supporting her weight.
She stayed that way for no more than 5 seconds before pulling herself
off the phallus, which made an audible pop as it came free of her pussy. She then quickly turned around and carefully
licked her glossy juices off it.
“Did Monique do good this
time Master?” she asked Vince.
“Acceptable. But you still take too long. Michelle here would have had two orgasms in
that time. Next time, pinch your clit,
lips and nipples harder while you’re fucking.
Remember, tomorrow you’ll be fucking the phallus with your ass for the
first time, so you wont be getting any stimulation inside your cunt.
“Thank you Master for your
instruction. Monique will try harder
tomorrow. May I practice cumming quicker
Master,” she asked.
“Yes you may. Now shut the fuck up and get busy.”
Monique said no more but
instead moved so she was sitting with her legs spread towards pet, her back
leaning against the wall of her cell for support. Her hands went immediately to work, one
cruelly twisting, pulling and pinching a nipple, the other alternating between
pulling on her pussy lips, tugging hard at her tiny clit and slipping four
fingers inside herself, practically fisting her own pussy.
Vince left Michelle’s cell,
telling Michelle to follow him. He
didn’t seem at all concerned about her trying to escape, for good reason. Michelle liked things just as they were. She got to be submissive to his every whim,
which she enjoyed. Also, she got to
dominate the other girls almost as much as she wanted, which she loved too.
“Get in there and clean up
the new cunt. She shat on herself and
she smells. Use the garden hose this
time. No need for the fire hose unless
she decides to cause trouble.
Understand? And don’t ruin that
outfit of hers either. Just put it
aside. I’ll have it cleaned later,”
Vince instructed Michelle. He knew that
Michelle would have used extreme measures on pet just because she could, unless
specifically told otherwise. He’d
learned that about the young Korean female after having to pull literally
hundreds of sewing needles out of the tits of one of the other girls once.
“And be nice to her,” he
added as an afterthought, knowing that Michelle could be a slave’s best friend
if she wanted to be.
Michelle waited for Vince to
open pet’s cell door then, hose in hand, walked through. Vince locked the door after her.
“I’ll be back in an hour
with food for all of you. If I hear that
there’s been trouble, you’ll all get a good whipping.”
The threat was only good as
far as it went. About half of the
females in this dungeon looked forward to a whipping, these days finding it the
only way achieve a truly fulfilling orgasm.
CHAPTER 7
“Hi, I’m Michelle, as you
already know. What’s your name?”
Michelle asked politely.
“Ummm, I’m pet. My mistress sent me here to learn to fight,”
pet managed, before beginning to sob.
“Hey, don’t cry! That’s not what we do here, anyway. For right now, all you have to learn is how
to be a good slut,” Michelle said softly, hoping to cheer the crying girl up a
little.
“Now lets get this outfit
off you. Boy, you do stink, don’t you?”
she said with a smile.
Moving behind an unresisting
pet, Michelle found the laces that held the bodice of the maids uniform in
place and began to loosen the strings.
It was only then that pet realized how long they’d been on and how tight
they’d been. She felt better the instant
Michelle had released the pressure, subconsciously connecting Michelle’s kind
action and soft voice with the friend she’d made in one of her mistress’s
friend’s slaves, Emily, just a week ago.
In her mind, she’d already decided that Michelle was going to be a good
friend too. Stifling her tears, pet thanked Michelle. She hoped Michelle was telling the truth
about the fighting thing. That was
scared her more than anything else they might do to her.
When she was naked, but for
her collar and stilettos, pet had a sudden urge to cover up. It was very uncomfortable being naked around
so many others, even if they themselves were naked too. For the moment,
Michelle ignored the fact that pet held an arm across her ample bosom and her
other hand over her hairless pussy, instead, happily chatting to pet about some
of the females in other cells.
“Monique here is the
daughter of a powerful politician who wanted his lovely daughter to be taught
the right way to be a slut so he could fuck her, lend her out to his close
friends and abuse her without her doing stupid things that would get into the
news. She very nearly embarrassed him a
few weeks ago when she fucked the football team instead of reporting for
detention after class. The principle got
involved and she only saved her father additional problems by secretly filming
herself getting a whipping on her bare ass.
The principle agreed to keep her activities secret after viewing a copy
of the film that clearly shows him, a respected public official, subsequently
fucking a fifteen year old. That old cow
is her mother, Linda,” he finished, looking over at the attractive, forty year
old who pet had seen crying.
“She got here a couple of
days before her daughter, but she’s been crying to herself off and on
since. Maybe she’s upset that her daughter’s
a slut. Like she herself isn’t! I’ve seen her go down on that phallus just to
be doing it and she can take the whole thing down her throat. I think she got upset when she found out her
husband’s going to be fucking her little girl too, which means she wont get as
much cock.” Speaking loudly enough so
Linda could hear her, she continued.
“Linda’s a fox and if she
doesn’t get twice as much cock when she gets back home then I’ll go over there
with a strap-on and fuck her for a few hours every day myself!”
Linda looked over to
Michelle. Her tears had finally stopped
now and she forced a weak smile onto her lips.
‘Thank you,” she silently mouthed to Michelle.
“See the fat bitch at the
end? She can take both of Vince’s hands
in her at once, one in her cunt and one in her ass, almost up to the
elbow. I don’t know what else she can
do, but for such a fat hunk of lard, she’d not too bad looking. I wouldn’t mind seeing her go down on me,”
Michelle giggled.
She was referring to a
brunette at the far end of the dungeon.
Maybe she’s fuller figured, pet thought, but she’s not fat. “I wish my titties were as big and firm as
hers,” she said, blushing when she realized she’d spoken out loud and not to
herself.
“Hey Ruby,” Michelle called
out. “This one wishes she had your
tits! And look at hers, they’re
fantastic!” Michelle was behind pet and
reaching around her, cupped her breasts, making the job of pet’s arm redundant. Michelle rolled pet’s pierced nipples between
her fingers and thumbs, making pet groan in pleasure. Her hand dropped to her side as she allowed
Michelle to manipulate them.
“Whoa there, pet! No getting worked up until your body is
clean. I for one am NOT going to go down
on you while you smell this bad. Now the
water is cold, so just hold on while I spray you off. Turn around slowly so I can get all of you.”
Shivering as the icy spray
hit her body, pet did as she was told.
Having no soap to use, Michelle just kept spraying her until she’d
decided pet was clean. After turning off
the nozzle, Michelle went up to pet and hugged her close, pushing her tits and
pelvis against pet. Within seconds, she
was kissing pet deeply, the two Asian’s arms wrapped around one another. Pet had done many things with her mistress,
but kissing her had not been one of them and this was as enjoyable as kissing
Emily had been. Michelle in turn enjoyed
the kiss, but especially liked kneading pet’s ass cheeks as she thrust her
tongue into pet’s willing mouth, feeling pet’s pussy making her thigh sticky
just as she knew she was doing to pet’s.
“You juice well pet,”
Michelle praised her as she broke away from the embrace. “Are you as good with men? I hope so because Master Vince doesn’t put up
with slow responses when he’s fucking.
How long does it take you to cum?”
“I’ve never timed it!” pet
answered in a surprised voice.
“Master Vince has a
rule. If you can’t cum within five
minutes, he gets me to beat you while he fucks you until you cum. And it’s important to be ready to cum at all
times. That’s why we have to practice
with the dildos. We’ll time you shortly, okay?”
“Um, okay,” pet answered
uncertainly.
“Do you know all the slave
positions and responses yet?”
“My mistress made me kneel
for her with my hands behind my neck and my knees spread wide. Is that one of the positions?”
“Sure, but that’s only one
of many. Don’t worry, Master Vince will
teach you all of them till you won’t even have to think about them. And the responses will be natural too, as
long as you remember you’re a slave and you don’t use the word ‘I’. Just use the name you’re given, like
this. I’ll pretend to be you and your
mistress has just asked how you are today.
‘Pet is wonderfully horny today mistress. May she slip her slutty tongue into your
pussy for you?’ That’s pretty much all
there is to it. Once you can respond
like that 100% of the time, Master Vince will teach you to act like a slave
while stuff’s is done to you.
“What do you mean, stuff?”
pet asked.
Turning her thigh out so pet
could easily see the inside soft flesh near the Korean’s pussy, pet saw a brand
about the size of a half-dollar.
“Master Vince branded me a
couple of months ago and it hurt more than anything else ever has, but he made
me keep sucking the pussy of the slave I was with and hold still while he
burned me. I could smell my skin
cooking. It was awful. He’s never done that without restraining the
slave before, he said. That makes me
special, I think, coz I stayed still,” Michelle said proudly.
“Hey Tina, can you count for
us?”
“Sure, just tell me when to
start.”
With a confused expression
on her face, pet looked at Michelle.
“We’re going to time your
orgasm silly,” Michelle laughed.
“It’s not like we’re wearing
wristwatches!”
“You want me to orgasm here
in front of everyone? Oh I couldn’t!”
pet exclaimed.
“If you don’t, Master Vince
will make you sorry you came here!”
“I didn’t want to come
here! My mistress decided that!”
“If your mistress wants it,
you want it. Simple. You’re a slave remember? That means you are whatever your owner wants
you to be! Now, do you want to finger
yourself to orgasm, or can I do it with my tongue. I love the taste of girl-juice!”
“You do it,” pet said in
defeat, blushing furiously again.
CHAPTER 8
Michelle was indeed
talented. Soon, laying back on a dry
patch of the straw flooring, pet was oblivious to Tina’s monotonous counting as
her whole being was taken up by what Michelle was doing. Even the rough way Michelle cruelly
manipulated pet’s nipples felt wonderful and pet knew she was going to cum
quickly. When it happened, it happened
big. Her whole body arching in pleasure,
pet’s pussy practically gushed as she came.
At first, pet thought she’d pissed herself, she came so hard,
practically drowning the eager Michelle as she tried to catch all pet’s
spending. There was no way pet would
have known if she’d spent more or less than five minutes reaching orgasm. Her whole body felt weak and it was hard for
her to even lift her head, much less comprehend what was going on around
her. Eventually her senses returned and
she remembered where she was and what she’d just done and the embarrassment set
in again.
“Oh you are so juicy!”
Exclaimed Michelle. “And you taste
wonderful! Tina, what was the
count? I couldn’t hear. This young slut had her thighs clamped around
my head so hard I thought it was going to pop!”
“Two hundred and fifty
six. Don’t ask me to do the math though,
I dropped out of High School.”
“It’s less than 5
minutes! We’ve got a winner!” Michelle
laughed.
Later, Michelle and pet
talked. Pet told her how she’d become
Janice’s slave and Michelle related her own story. With awe, pet listened as Michelle told her
how she’d been abducted by three guys in a van when she was 16, from right
outside the High school. She’d been
punched and kicked in the stomach and all over her titties, raped and thrown
out, naked, in a bad part of town with a warning that if she said anything,
they’d kill her family. Michelle had
made her way home, wearing rags she’d found in a dumpster. She’d been so scared she didn’t tell anyone
and didn’t report the abduction or the rape.
About a month later, it
happened again! Her bruises had only
just gone away. The same guys had seen
her outside the school, watched as she left her friends and began the walk
home, and took her again. This time she
didn’t try so hard to fight and although they beat her a little, she found it
somewhat more exciting as she was no longer a virgin since they’d popped her
cherry the last time they’d taken her.
This time she sucked their cocks as good as she could when they told her
to and she didn’t scream when they fucked her in the ass. She even had a couple of orgasms during her
ordeal. Again they abandoned her but
this time they left her with her clothes so she could dress before she went
home.
She was expecting it the
third time they took her. They were
waiting right outside the school and she just climbed in the van without
protest. She did her best to please
them, only to be labeled a slut, literally.
Michelle showed pet the mark on her belly where one of the guys had
carved the word ‘slut’ into her flesh with his switchblade. The raised lettering on her scar was so clear
pet thought the guy that had done it must have been a professional.
After that, they came for
her once a month, sometimes beating her, sometimes torturing her and always
fucking her multiple times each. Then
one day, only one of the guys turned up.
She found out that day that one of the others had been killed in a
gunfight over drugs and the other had been arrested. This guy, called Snake, had decided that he
was tired of their game and it was time to take her permanently.
He took her to her house,
waited while she got her stuff and left a note for her parents, then from then
till a couple of months ago, she’d been his fucktoy slut. He usually only beat her up when she’d done
something wrong, unless he was drunk, which wasn’t so bad, but one day a few
months ago, he beat her so bad she couldn’t get out of bed for days. When she was well enough to get up, she found
he wasn’t in the apartment but Vince was there instead. That’s how she’d become Vince’s
property. Vince hadn’t cut her too much
or broken anything yet, so she was better off.
And Vince made her cum every time she fucked him!
CHAPTER 9
Michelle had only just
finished her story when Vince returned with food for everyone in a huge
pan. He worked his way down the row of
cells, ladling something into bowls, which he subsequently slid through a slot
in each cell. When he got to Michelle’s
cell, he put down the pan, opened its door, and then walked over to pet’s
cell. Calling to Michelle, he opened the
door and told her to get her ass back to her own cell. Michelle got up quickly and with a whispered,
‘watch how we eat’, hurried out.
Vince gave Michelle her food
and she quickly got on all fours like a dog and began lapping the contents out
of her bowl without using her hands.
Looking around at the others, pet saw them all doing the same thing, the
first ones to be served having to chase their bowls across the floor to get the
last of its contents. When she got hers,
she did the same as the others to avoid getting in trouble with Vince. What she’d been given was a tasty stew that
reminded her a little of the canned dog food she’d fed her own dog as a
youngster.
Once the others had finished
their meals, they all had faces covered in food. To clean themselves, they scraped their faces
with the back of their hands and licked their hands clean. Even Linda, the older woman, cleaned herself
off that way, so pet did too, feeling a little humiliated that she was being
treated so much like a caged animal until she reconciled the fact that she was
now exactly that; an animal in a cage.
“Okay sluts,” Vince said
when he saw that the last female had finished cleaning herself. “Get ready for your walk.”
All the slaves moved to the
door of their cells and waited, standing erect with chests out, tummies in,
arms behind their backs at attention.
Not knowing what was in store for her, pet did likewise. Vince opened each cell and armed with a
heavy-looking wide steel collar for each girl and a long chain for he snapped
the collar closed around each girl’s neck and fed the chain through the large
D-ring in each collar. When he got to pet
in the last cell, he had one more collars, having bypassed Michelle’s cell
altogether. Vince reached into his
pocket, produced the key to pet’s black leather collar and used it to replace
leather with steel. The collar was much
taller than the leather one and it was only just small enough to get around her
neck, which forced her to hold her chin up.
After feeding the chain through pet’s collar, he used the other key
Janice had given him to remove pet’s footwear before he moved to Michelle’s
cell, opened the door and moved her to the front of the chained line of slaves.
Moving back to the far end
of the line, Vince picked up a pile of manacles and proceeded to chain each
slave’s hands behind her back, then hobbled each slave as well. When he was finally ready, he ordered
Michelle to lead the line. Michelle knew
what to do and, clinking in her hobble, led the line to the door where she
waited for Vince to unlock and open it.
Michelle led the way down a corridor while Vince held the door for all
the slaves. Michelle chanced a remark to
pet about what a privilege it was to be second on the coffle on her first
day!
Through an archway they
marched, into an enclosed outdoor garden with twenty-foot walls surrounding
it. In one corner was a sandbox, in another,
a concreted area. In yet another corner
was what appeared to be a thirty-foot long, eighteen-inch wide beam erected
horizontally about three feet off the ground, with holes about nine inches in
diameter bored through it at regular intervals.
In the middle of the grassy garden was what pet knew to be a whipping
post and in the fourth corner, pet shuddered as she recognized an obvious
fighting area. When Michelle stopped, pet almost walked into her as her
attention had been on the garden and not what Michelle was doing.
When Vince arrived at the
head of the line he made a motion to Michelle.
Immediately she made her way to the sandy corner, walking right through
the sand to just about the far side of it.
She then stopped and squatted, the chain around Michelle’s neck forcing
pet to squat too, as her own collar in turn forced the slave behind pet to do
as well. The line of females squatted in
the sand as if waiting for something.
All too soon pet found out what that something was. At a command from Vince, Michelle began to
pee, right into the sand. It seemed that
all the others on the coffle were doing the same thing, judging by the
splashing sounds pet heard. Closing her
eyes in humiliation, pet tried to relax her muscles enough to pee as well. It was difficult, but when she thought about
how badly she needed to go, it became easier.
The sight and smell when Michelle defecated in front of her almost made
pet sick. Somehow she managed to hold it
inside.
Eventually Vince, who was
looking on, decided everyone was done and he made a motion with his hand.
Michelle led the coffle in a squatting sidestep then used her feet to kick sand
over the brown mess she’d made. Others
were doing the same thing too, pet could hear, although she wasn’t willing to
risk looking around to check. Next,
Michelle had the coffle stand up and follow her to the concreted area. She stopped and turned, facing the wall. All the collars were loose enough that the
females were able to face the wall without turning the collars, so they ended
up in a line about thirty inches away from the brick wall, the chain still
neatly strung between all the slaves.
When Michelle bent forward
at the waist, pet was dragged forward into a similar position, as were all the
slaves. There wasn’t a long wait for pet
to find out what was going to happen next.
Vince had taken a fire hose off its roll and began to spray each female
with a strong, yet relatively gentle stream of water, paying special each
female’s asses and pussies. The spray
was still very hard and felt like it was going to push its way into her rear
entrance, but when it sprayed against her pussy lips, it felt wonderful, even
if it was icy-cold.
Finishing the rinse-down,
Vince made a motion to Michelle. She
immediately straightened up and led the coffle of naked beauties to the third
corner of the garden. Michelle stopped
in front of the long beam, directly behind one of the holes. It was not surprising that standing next to
her, pet found herself in front of a hole too. Vince unbuttoned then removed his shirt,
displaying to pet for the first time an impressive torso. Moving to the end of the beam, he took hold
of some sort of handle, then with his muscles flexing, he lifted the
handle. What was in front of pet was a
great big set of stocks! Vince was
lifting the top half of the beam and the holes were opening into cutouts. Guessing the beam had to weigh at least three
hundred pounds, pet found herself becoming excited at the shear physical
strength of the man. Using a wooden
brace, Vince propped the beam in its open position.
Vince did something pet
wasn’t expecting. He ordered the entire
coffle to do an about-face. Then he
helped each female lean backwards, seating her collar in the cutout. Eventually, all the slaves were standing,
leaning backwards, some more than others, their heads looking skyward as their
necks rested in the stocks. Vince closed
the stocks, trapping all the females in place.
He took a moment to admire his charges and then divested himself of his
last article of clothing, his pants.
Underneath them he wore no underwear and he had a nine-inch
erection. None of the females could see
him, their vision limited to what was in the sky and a little to the left and
right of them, so none knew when their turn had come to feel the multi-strand
whip he used to warm their chests, bellies and thighs.
Stroking his cock to keep it
erect, which was not too difficult a feat with so many lovely, naked slave
girls bent backwards before him, he walked the line before randomly choosing a
female to fuck. He slipped his cock
between the smooth folds of pet’s pussy, startling her, but filling her in a
wonderful way. He thrust into her for a
few minutes and used his fingers to excite her clit until she came, then pulled
out of her without himself having achieved an orgasm. About half of the females in the stocks
received this treatment, both Linda and her daughter among them, before he
finished with Michelle, who was graced with an amazing amount of cum aimed at
her ripe tits, his spurts of cum arcing powerfully to find their mark.
The slaves were left like
that for at least an hour while Vince went away to clean himself up and have a
bite to eat. When he returned, all the
females were showing the strain of being left for so long, bent as they
were. After taking another long look at
the captive females, Vince finally lifted the beam again and freed them. This time, when Michelle led the coffle, it
was through a door that Vince held open and down a different corridor to a
large room with a huge hot tub in the center.
Michelle waited and soon Vince was freeing them of their hobbles and
manacles, but not the collars or chain.
Michelle climbed slowly into the steaming hot tub, pet having little
choice but to follow. At first the water
seemed way too hot for her and she was sure she’d burn, but eventually she
became used to it and was able to sit down and relax. She was almost asleep in the water when she
felt Michelle’s fingers playing with her nipple piercing. Looking around dreamily, she found each of
the females was playing with various parts of the female next to them.
Many of the females were
arching their bodies in excitement as their neighbor worked on them and they
worked on the female next to them. The
feelings inside pet became more and more intense and she wanted to just relax
and enjoy it but could see that her attention had to be shared with Michelle,
who was receiving nothing from the slave to the other side of her in the
chained circle of slaves. Using the hand
closest to Michelle, she reciprocated the pretty Asian’s manipulations. Suddenly seeing a large blob of cum above the
waterline on Michelle’s collarbone, pet brought her hand up and scooped it onto
her finger. She tasted it with the tip of
her tongue then fed it to Michelle who greedily sucked her finger.
CHAPTER 10
All too soon the relaxing
bathe in the hot tub was over and the females were standing in a line in front
of Vince, skin wrinkled from the water and bodies dripping onto the stone
floor.
“Tomorrow we are going to
spend most of the day putting you bitches to the test. Each of you will be paired with a female of
about the same size and each chained to the other’s collar. You’ll fight each other until one of you
cannot get up. The loser will be whipped
then branded with a mark to remind her of her loss. The female I select to spend the night with
me will be exempted from this training.”
Vince inspected each female
closely, attempting to choose the female that would pleasure him tonight. He’d already decided pet ought to spend her
first night in her cell, so had dismissed her as an option, despite how temping
she looked. She had been in fact doing all
she could to be chosen to spend the night with him and therefore not have to
fight the next day. In the end, he chose
the Senator’s reluctant wife, not because the older woman held any physical
attribute that stood out from the others, despite her fairly reasonable
appearance, but because she was one of the only females present that had made
any specific objection to being here.
After she’d felt his whip a few times, she’d acted well enough while in
the group, doing what she was told without undue complaint, but Vince wanted to
get her by herself to see how she acted without her female support group.
After he’d removed his bed
slave from the coffle he signaled Michelle and she led the remaining females
back to the cell room to await his return.
Vince took his bed slave to his quarters, bound her wrists to overhead
chains and left her standing on tiptoe, crying in shame, frustration and
despair. When he returned to the cell
room, each slave was outside her cell, kneeling spread-kneed, chest out and
hands behind her head in the position he required.
It took only moments to lock
each girl in her cell and watch as one after another, they all backed onto the
fuck-phallus attached to their walls. It
was an erotic sight, seeing so many naked, collared slaves wordlessly impaling
themselves. After a good look at the
females fucking and masturbating, Vince switched out the lights and returned to
his quarters.
At three in the morning, the
world ended. Or at least the world as
Vince knew it anyway. His door crashed
from its hinges and before his eyes were even totally open, six men armed with
M-16’s surrounded his bed, their muzzles pointed at his head. The Senator’s wife was hanging naked but for
her collar from the rafters, her wrists and ankles attached to hanging chains,
her body a mass of welts from a fairly severe beating. Protruding from her anus was the handle of
the whip that had been used on her. She
was gagged, but was making every effort to scream her head off as more men
filled the room, most of them looking at her nudity appreciatively.
Minutes later, the cell room
was crowded with armed men staring awestruck at the females in their
cages. Michelle attempted to talk to
them, asking them what they were doing there and what they wanted. Not one of the well-trained men spoke,
instead waiting silently for further instructions to be broadcast over their
earpieces. All the females were fully
awake now, the noise of the men’s entrance having blasted into whatever dream
each had been having. All the females
felt nervous, many attempting to hide themselves from the men’s gazes. When the Unit Leader arrived, he used Vince’s
key to unlock the first of the cells. He
took the chubby girl, Ruby, gently yet firmly and led her out of her cell and
sat her, still naked, in a straight-backed chair. She was interviewed for a full five minutes
then photographed sitting and standing, from the front and from the back with
no thought given to the fact that she might object to being photographed
nude.
The interview process had
gleaned things like her full name, age, her most recent home address, her
parents’ names etc. She was asked if
she’d been imprisoned or had agreed to be held.
She was as helpful as she could be, although some of her answers had to
be asked a number of times as she’d initially found some of the questions too
embarrassing to answer forthrightly.
The Unit Leader worked his
way down the line of cells, taking the chair with him as he moved from cell to
cell so that each female’s cell could be included in the photos. At least one
photo of each female showed the phallus protruding from the wall of her cell in
the background, with additional photos showing a detailed, close up of the
device itself. Some of the females
attempted to ask questions, but none were answered or even acknowledged. After each interview, one of the men would
lead the female just interviewed to one of two lines, dependant of her answers
to his questions.
When the Unit Leader got to
Michelle, she simply refused to answer any questions at all, demanding to see
her Master, demanding to know what was going on and telling then in a loud,
defiant voice that they had no business messing with her Master’s slaves. After a while, the interviewer gave up his
questioning and had her added to the smaller of the two groups.
Pet was last to be
interviewed and she was at a loss when it came to answering some of his
questions, because the answers were too complex to give the required yes or
no. She didn’t want to provide her
parents details, as the thought of them finding out how she was living
terrified her more than anything so far.
She didn’t want her photograph taken and certainly did not want to
appear nude in front of the camera, so the photographer was only able to get
the photos he required with the assistance of a man to either side of pet,
holding her still. Pet joined the group
that contained Michelle, Monique and two others.
The larger group was handed
a small sheet each and led out of the room.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Michelle was shouting at the man
who’d interviewed her, demanding to be taken to Vince. The Team Leader stepped up to her, leaned
over her about an inch from her face and said nothing until she’d run out of
steam again. Then her slapped her face.
“You, you slut, are no
longer the slave of Vince. You have just
become my personal little cunt and I will enjoy reminding you of your
deplorable behavior this morning at every opportunity I get,” he said, before
building up a wad and spitting squarely in the shocked female’s face.
“Sir!”
“What do you want… Irene,”
he asked after consulting his clipboard.
“Am I to be returned to my
Mistress?”
“You, you stupid cunt, are a
slave. You have no right to ask
questions like that without expecting punishment in return,” he responded,
tweaking pet’s nipple firmly between thumb and forefinger while saying nothing
that would indicate pet’s future. He
squeezed harder and pet grimaced in agony, but no sound escaped her lips. With a smile, he finally let her nipple go.
“Good girl, Irene. I have a better understanding now as to why you
are a slave.
The Team Leader, Jared, did have a plan for
these females, but much of it revolved around confirming the information he’d
gathered from them, against all the resources at his disposal, which included
the records he knew Vince must keep somewhere.
Irene was an enigma though. It
appeared that she didn’t want to be there, yet would give no information as to
her true origins. He wondered if she was
hiding some sort of criminal background, or the same some sort of social status
that Monique had initially tried to as well.
He would find out soon, he knew, but he did hate to wait. If they were to disappear permanently, he’d
have new meat for his buddies in the club and if not, they could still provide
a lot of entertainment before he released them to their families or whatever.
CHAPTER 11
The morning came and
went. The females had each been strung
up using manacles around their wrists and now their upraised arms bore the
brunt of their weight. They had been
given no food or water and all were parched and they had no way of telling the
passage of time except that four of them had been unable to contain their
wastes any longer, which created the awful stench that greeted Jared when he
finally returned.
The first thing Jared did
was to comment of the smell then take the hose off the wall and spray the
females down, forcing the soiled straw into the drains that had been installed
in the floor for that purpose. Once the
smell had all but dissipated, Jared took time to inspect each cold, dripping
female more closely, not hesitating for a moment when it was Monique’s turn to
have her sex violated by three large fingers.
Monique automatically thrust herself against him, as did the others
except pet. When he pushed his fingers
into her, he found her dry inside.
“I thought you cunts were
supposed to always be ready for penetration?” he stated accusingly to pet upon
finding her dry.
“I’m sorry sir,” pet sobbed
in embarrassment. “I’m not used to this…
um… treatment,” she stammered.
“Well Irene,” he replied,
now having had an opportunity to familiarize himself with each female’s name,
history and probable reason for being here, “it seems that we arrived just in
time then,” he continued, removing his fingers from her and sniffing them
delicately. “I plan to write a letter to
your father, Reverend Dulmar,” he paused to savor the shocked expression of her
face, “and once he’s confirmed that he recognizes the female in the photographs
we took last evening, you can be released into his custody.”
“But I don’t want you to!”
Irene squeaked.
“I’m sure that you would
rather be with him than be a slave for the rest of your life, being handed
around from person to person with no choice who fucks you or how they do
it. I admit that he may be a little
shocked at seeing you posed naked in front of a great big dildo,” he paused
again to indicate one of the dildos protruding from the back of every cell,
“but he is your daddy and I’m sure he’s seen you naked many times growing up.”
“But I’m an adult! I don’t want my father to see me like this at
all!” She pleaded.
“You seem to forget that
right now you’re a slave and you’re in no position to be talking to me as you
are,” he stated flatly, an edge of steel coming into his voice.
“If I want to, I can deliver
you to the church doors mid-service, parade you down the center isle to him, as
naked as you are now, wearing nothing but your collar. Luckily for you, I’ve yet to decide what’s in
my best interest. Maybe I’ll return you
to Janice Dubois. Maybe I ought to offer
you a contract to be my slave for a while instead. I don’t know yet. As for you others, Sarah, you’re going home
to your mother. She’s already been
contacted and will expect you home on tonight’s nine o’clock flight. The rest of you are coming with me. Your daddy the powerful politician,” he said
with a sneer, “has been contacted and he’s willing to go along with whatever I
wish to do with you. Lets just say we
made an agreement” he said to Monique with a smirk.
“Who wants to suck my cock?”
Jared asked suddenly.
Before anyone else was sure
they’d heard him correctly, Monique volunteered to do it. Irene was right behind her, scared of what he
might decide to do with her and hoping if she pleased him he’d just let her go.
“So the frigid cow is willing
to suck my cock,” Jared smiled towards pet.
“Would you be so happy to
volunteer if I offered to whip your ass until I came instead?”
Irene was silent for a
moment. She surely didn’t want to be
whipped but she didn’t know what sort of answer he expected. She decided to be honest.
“Master, pet doesn’t like to
be hurt, but she’s getting good at sucking cock,” Irene said, purposely
referring to herself in the third person.
“Pet doesn’t like to be
hurt,” he mimicked with a laugh. “As if
it matters what a lazy, fat-titted, cock sucking Asian slut like you wants!” he
grinned. “Lounging around for hours and
when I make a suggestion of something for you bitches to occupy yourselves
with, all I get for my efforts is whining!”
Nevertheless, Jared went to
Monique and released her manacles, allowing her to drop to the floor before she
could take charge of her leg muscles enough to stand. Staying on the ground, Monique crawled to
Jared and begged to be allowed to suck his beautiful cock.
Grinning now like a fool,
Jared gave his permission and Monique attacked his zipper with unrestrained
relish. Within minutes, Jared was
pulling his cock out of Monique’s mouth so he could spray her face and small
tits.
He then released Michelle
and told her to clean up the mess, which she did without hesitation.
“You might be a feisty
little whore, Michelle, but at least you know who the boss is. Maybe I will have fun with you after all,” he
commented, giving her upturned ass a hard, well-placed slap to punctuate his point.
“No matter what I do with
you,” he said looking at pet, “I think it’s time to put new holes in your
body. Your nipples are pierced, but you
don’t even have earrings, let alone pussy rings, nose ring, eyebrow or lip rings.”
“Please no sir! My nipples hurt so bad when they were done!”
“Fuck that! I think I’d like to hear you scream in pain,
even though it’s not likely any of these things will be anywhere near as
painful as you seemed to think the piercing of your nipples was.”
Jared thought for a moment
longer, then his eyes brightened with another thought. “You know what? I think I’m going to make you into a
Goth-girl slut. Yes, that’s it,” he
continued, the idea growing in his head.
“Shave your head into a
Mohawk, pluck your eyebrows out then tattoo more appropriate looking eyebrows
on instead. Six or seven studs in each
ear with nice big hoops too, I’ll get a nice big nose ring for your septum,
have a tattoo party on your back and maybe have rings implanted in your skin at
your hips to hold any clothing you wear on you.
A few rings in your cunt lips can hold little bells that jangle as you
move and double for lacing your pussy closed when I want you to hold something
in that dry channel you have up there.”
Jared seemed to think on it
a little longer before he continued.
“A Goth-girl slut isn’t a
slut though unless she has way bigger rings in her tits that people can enjoy,
so these little things will have to go,” he finished, tugging harshly at her
little bar-belled nipples for emphasis.
The hanging female was in
shock. So many more rings and studs that
they’d be hard to count! Bigger rings
through her nipples! Tattoos on her
flawless skin, but worse; her beautiful hair that she believed to be her most
prized feature cut off? No, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t!
She would fight him! She wouldn’t
let him do it! She knew she couldn’t
live with the new look he wanted to force upon her. Struggling wildly in her chains for a minute,
pet only managed to wear herself out even more.
She was his prisoner. What would
happen if he did all that to her and then followed through with his threat to
hand her over, naked, to her father?
She’d die of shame, at herself and for her father.
Jared was pleased with the
result of his words on the chained female and fully intended to begin her
transformation as soon as possible. He
knew he’d have to turn her over to Janice eventually, but who cared if he did
it after he’d had his fun? The idea of
Janice Dubois, the heiress and socialite, making a scene about the condition of
her slave when she was returned, free of charge, made him smile.
CHAPTER 12
The first thing that Jared
did was put Michelle and Monique back in manacles. They were not happy about it, having just
spent so many hours in that position, but neither offered resistance. Next, he released pet from hers and simply
threw her over his shoulder rather than drag her to where he was taking
her. She beat at his back feebly and
begged him to leave her be, but she was just too worn out to be any more than
an amusing annoyance, in much the same way as a puppy that jumps up at his
master, is annoying yet cute.
Jared took the young Asian
slave to a room she had never seen before, yet what she was able to see of it
as she rode naked over Jared’s shoulder, terrified her. It was a room Jared himself had only seen
this morning for the first time.
Stepping into the room was like stepping into an empty doctors office,
or to be more precise, a dentist’s office.
A professional dentist chair dominated the room, complete with the
adjustable light that enabled the dentist to better see what he was doing. The only difference between this chair and a
regular chair were the restraints. There
were straps to hold a prisoner’s arms and ankles, then a harness that would
completely immobilize a victim’s head.
Laid out neatly under plastic to the side of the table were the regular
tools of a dentist including the picks and drills pet was so afraid of.
Jared was easily able to
restrain pet to the chair and when he’d finished, she was looking up at him
with wide, terrified eyes that he found very arousing. A leather strap around her forehead held it
perfectly still and a chinstrap with a locking device, forced her mouth open as
far as he wanted it. He knew it must be
particularly uncomfortable already, but just for fun, he ratcheted the device
one more notch and was rewarded by a gurgling moan from his captive slave. He took a long look at her nude body
stretched out before him, a few more ideas coming to mind for the time when
he’d turn this tiny Asian with big tits into a Goth fuck slut. First things first though, he reminded
himself. He’d promised his buddies a new
girl and Irene seemed to be a perfect choice, albeit not her choice.
Pet thought her jaw was going
to come unhinged, her mouth was being forced open so much. She was sure she would have been able to fit
her whole fist in there if she’d wanted to, but then Jared prized her jaw open
even wider! It was pure agony. Even her teeth ached with the strain. She tried to scream but she was already so
weak and parched that the scream came out weak and thin, even to her ears.
Jared, ignoring her whining,
left pet alone and went to find out what had happened to the dentist who was to
do the work on her. The dentist was one
of the guys from the club and had been surprised that Jared had chosen a place
other than his office to have the new slave’s oral work done, but at Jared’s
request, had agreed to make a house call.
Now it seemed, he was running behind schedule. Maybe he just likes keeping folks waiting,
Jared laughed to himself, as he closed the door behind him.
When he returned a few
minutes later with the dentist, they found pet just as Jared had left her, but
now her eyes were wasting precious tears from her already dehydrated body.
“You said this was a fully
fitted surgery?” The dentist asked Jared.
“Lets get some x-rays then. It
wouldn’t do to go to all this trouble only to have a slave with an uncontrollable
toothache!” He laughed.
Pet’s mouth was quickly
x-rayed and as soon as the dentist had what he needed, he lifted the drill and
got to work. She watched helplessly as
the drill descended upon her, wanting to scream at him that he hadn’t even
given her anything for the pain yet, and then realizing that this was his
intent. She nearly fainted when he began
drilling through the hard enamel covering her back molar, the sound torturous
and terrifying. The dentist savored her
weak, continuous screams as he worked, however he still took care to do the
best job he was capable of. Her
resistance to pain was so diminished due to her emotional and physical state
that she did faint when the drill finally met the nerve.
When she regained
consciousness, she was still strapped down, the dentist still working furiously
inside her oral cavity, yet now something was different. It was hard to distinguish between the pain
in her jaw and the excruciating torture he was subjecting her to, but
eventually she realized that she was feeling pleasure too! Her pierced nipples were little wooden nubs,
her clit felt a foot long and she was on the verge of a climax. She was dismayed that her body could be lying
to itself this badly. Further thought
was momentarily cut off as her body spasmed in orgasm, the only thing preventing
the dentist from pausing in his work the fact that her head was so firmly
clamped down. Once again, pet was
unconscious.
The second time pet’s eyes
flickered open, the dentist was not leaning over her and her whole face felt
like she’d been kicked by a horse, although there was no specific pain as their
had been while the dentist had been drilling.
The first thing pet did was to attempt to move her tongue, to feel what
had been done to her. That’s when she
found that it had been clamped out of the dentist’s way and useless to
her. The second thing that registered
was a wet feeling between her legs.
Hoping she hadn’t disgraced herself by urinating on the seat, pet tried
to clench her thighs together and that’s when she felt the hardness of a dildo
pressing against her clit, it’s batteries now so low it only barely
vibrated. The third thing that got pet’s
attention and humiliated her the most was the smell. She’d defecated before and it had embarrassed
her terribly, but this was different. The
air was absolutely dripping with the aroma of her sex juices! She was horrified at the thought that the
dentist would know she’d climaxed during his painful torture and her
humiliation was just making things worse!
Just then the dentist
returned.
“Ah, I see you’re
awake. Good. That makes the next part so much more
fun. For me, at least,” he laughed.
“This is one of the gags
you’re to be fitted with,” he said, holding up the item in his hand for her to
see.
“Inside your mouth now
resides a lovely set of braces, that are not evident when you smile normally,
but are obvious when you open your mouth widely as it is now. The braces have a number of features, the
first being that they will allow the tailing edges of this special gag to be
locked in place,” he said, indicating the little tabs on the device.
“So that even if the strap
that goes around your head should become loose, the ball on the regular version
cannot be expelled. Now what makes this
particular gag special is that it has a slot and a hole in it, see?”
The slot is for your tongue;
the hole is for a straw that can be fed right through the gag into your mouth
or even all the way into your stomach!
Isn’t that exciting?” The doctor was so happy with his device that he
was almost giggling with glee.
Closing her eyes and
shuddering at the thought, pet’s attention was snapped back to the doctor when
a pain as bad as the drill hitting her nerve lanced through her back
teeth. The dentist stood over her
holding a tiny tube, no bigger than an ink pen.
“This is another feature,”
he said happily, showing her the tube.
“All I have to do is touch
the button on the end and an electronic signal is sent directly to the nerve
ending in your molars! The braces act as
an antenna for the receiver. I can only
imagine what it feels like. I certainly
wouldn’t choose to have one fitted to me!”
As if I’d wanted this
torture, pet screamed to herself!
“Oh, by the way, I’m going
to recommend that Jared pierces your eyelids so that we can hook them open for you. There are some things we’re not going to want
you to miss! But I’m getting off
topic. I bet you’re wondering why
there’s a slot for your tongue in this gag, aren’t you? Well, we just sit the gag on the applicator,
like this,” he said, slipping what looked to pet like a pair of weird pliers,
through the slot on the gag so that the jaws poked out the other side.
“Then we simply grab your
tongue, pull it through the gag and secure it with this pin!”
The dentist picked up what
looked to pet like a tongue stud, only twice as long and showed it to pet.
“Of course the pin is too
long to keep in your mouth when you’re not wearing the gag, so I’ve got a
keeper-stud that you’ll wear at all other times. Now, lets get the gag fitted and see what it
looks like on you, shall we?”
Not requiring or expecting a
response, the dentist refitted the applicator to the gag, reached the jaws into
pet’s mouth and clamped them down on her tongue. Then, releasing the clamp that had been
holding her tongue in place out of the way, he simply pulled. The ball slipped over the applicator and into
pet’s mouth. She felt a click as it
locked itself in place and then the stabbing pain resulting from the dentist
thrusting the pin through her previously un-pierced tongue.
“Now, wiggle the tip of your
tongue for me cunt, there’s a good girl.”
There was no way she would
do it! Why help this heinous cocksucker
get his jollies, she decided. A simple
push of the button on his remote quickly changed her mind and the tip of her
tongue was flipping up and down as if her life depended on it.
“You see, you can still
service men and women while wearing the gag!
Perfect! Now we’ll just take this
one off and put your bit-gag on instead and we’ll be ready to take you to Jared
for your ponygirl fitting.”
With that, the dentist
reattached the jaws of the applicator to pet’s tongue and deftly whipped the
bar back out of the hole he’d made. He
jiggled the ball, detaching it from her braces, then slipped the ball back over
the jaws of the applicator. Before
letting go of her tongue, he inserted the stud to keep her new piercing
open. Putting down the ball and
applicator, the dentist reached for what pet knew to be the bit he’d spoken
of. It looked exactly like the bit a
horse would wear, except smaller and with the little tabs to lock it in
place. It clipped easily in place and
although pet knew she’d not be able to talk while wearing it, at least her
tongue was somewhat free to roam the inside of her mouth.
The dentist quickly released
her head and reached for a mirror.
Although she had no desire to see herself this way, pet looked, more in
fear of the toothache the doctor could administer. Instead of a horrifically disfigured animal,
pet saw herself in the mirror, seeming to bite down on a metal bar with her
teeth. The bit even had intricate
fretwork on the flat panels that sat snugly against her skin. Twisting her head from side to side to get a
better look, pet had to admit that it was actually very erotic looking. Baring her lips, she saw her bright white
teeth and no hint of the braces the dentist had installed.
The dentist released pet
from the chair and pulled her to her feet.
Holding the shocker tube prominently in his hand, the dentist led the
way to Jared. There was no fight left in
pet and she humbly followed the dentist, walking naked down the hall behind
him, the bit still between her teeth.