The next few weeks will shape her behavior for the rest of her life. And increase her value should he choose to sell her.
The sound echoes in the enclosed garage as he slaps her butt cheeks several times, startling her awake. “Get out of the van and into the bathtub. Now.”
The bright garage lights burn her eyes and her legs seem unable to support her body. She waddles through the doorway and stops. Where is the bathroom? Confused, she cannot figure out where she is. Why does she hurt so much, especially in her womanly areas? Why is her ass sloshing? Each step is an exercise in pain tolerance.
Walking behind her and reaching his arms around to her chest, he crushes her nipples and propels her forward until they reach a door with a large shiny deadbolt lock prominently displayed. He slams her into the hard wooden door, pulls a key from his chain, unlocks the bolt, and throws the door open.
A gust of stale, dank air rises up the steep stairs. Her body shudders as she looks into the ominous darkness that lay ahead. Descending one timid step at a time, fear seeps into her soul as the realization that what happens down here will not be pleasant.
“Shower. You have 15 minutes.” He pushes her into a stark white tiled room equipped with a claw-footed bathtub and separate shower, commode and sink. The mirror above the sink frightens her as she stares at her reflection; actually, that’s what is so terrifying.
What she sees is the reflection of a whore who has been fucked and used with ruthless abandon, the shell of the woman she used to be now obliterated, crushed by this sadistic man. Yet even as these thoughts run amuck, her cunt moistens, her nipples harden, and her tongue hungrily licks her swollen lips.
The shower is refreshing and breathes life back into her physical being. Her emotional welfare, however, is fragile at best, her mind nearly an empty vessel, devoid of any thoughts other than getting her next “fix”. Her sexual addiction now firmly in control, she is willing to yield to anything the sadistic bastard wants as long as the slimmest hope of an orgasm remains on the horizon.
She is ashamed at the horrible price she is willing to pay simply to be allowed an orgasm. Anguish fills her heart as she comes to terms with the fact that she has lost everything, who she was and her station in life. Her new position is that of a cock-hungry whore
Her focus in life is total servitude. Even as that thought enters her mind, her belly burns with arousal and her nipples ache to be sucked, hurt, abused, and tortured. Swollen and chapped, even her lips crave to be wrapped around a cock, any cock.
He watches her from a video feed and takes pride in what he has accomplished. The phases of breaking her down to nothing and building her up in his likeness, his preference, his pleasure is on target.
Over the new few days, he will establish her daily routine, her “job” as his sex slave, cook, housekeeper, and because he likes his milk fresh, Hucow. The hormones he is adding to her food and water are starting to take effect, breasts slowly enlarging, nipples constantly hard, and her sexual appetite insatiable.
Hearing the key turn in the lock, she quickly kneels just beyond the door, head lowered, hands clasped and folded behind her neck, elbows extended. She sucks in a deep breath of air and slowly exhales, trembling as he approaches her rigid form.
He lifts her chin and her mouth automatically falls open into a perfect oval shape. His cock has a mind of its own, and slips between her swollen lush lips. The warmth of her mouth is intoxicating causing him to want to cum immediately, but he holds back. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulls her face onto his swollen cock.
Eagerly she swallows and clenches her throat muscles to draw it inside her mouth until her chin rests against his balls and her nose is buried in his groin hair. She sucks his magnificent cock softly at first, then with more pressure.
Choked sounds escape her throat as she hums; her vocal chords vibrate and clench the mushroom-shaped tip. Beads of perspiration dot the small of her back as he works her head up and down to capture the entire length of his cock.
Her breasts hang downward and swing to and fro as he smashes her nose into his groin. Unable to hold back, a volcanic eruption of thick steamy cum spews from his cock and quickly fills her mouth, her cheeks bulge with cock and fluids.
Saliva and semen form a frothy-white foam around her ruby red lips and then drool down her chin and onto his balls.
It was only when he lifts her face and looks into her eyes that she realizes the potency of the power he exudes.
He gazes upon her naked form and feels the rush of an owner-trainer in his finest pursuit. He is playing her like a finely tuned instrument. He can cause her to cry out in specific pitches with certain flicks of his wrist with the flogger and bull whip.
More importantly, her cunt spasms shamefully as masochistic thoughts consume her. Tears of despair leak freely down her face in recognition and anguish over the price she is willing to pay repeatedly for another pain-induced orgasm.
Her belly burns with exquisitely subservient slave heat which spawns a primitive ache for a slave’s rapture, a slave’s orgasm. Her body, hot, lustful and sore spins out of control with each lash of the flogger against her flesh.
She is fiercely hot and instantly responsive to each strike, and where her body leads, her brain follows without hesitation.
Her total obedience is tested with another sharp cut from the bull whip as it wraps around her slim middle before rebounding back to him. Her defenseless body quivers and shudders with each lash, the stinging impact fueling her sex, oozing juices leak from her cunt lips and coat her thighs.
The heat flairs, subsides, then flairs again with each collision of leather and flesh. Her sexual passion rises, builds, growing like flames searching for ignition sources for mini explosions. Never in her life had she made the connection that two opposing sensations can culminate into one breathtaking, raging fury that pulses steadily through her veins.
She is overwhelmed with lust, her eyes bulge, nostrils flair, teeth snarl as each strand lands with purpose on her exposed naked flesh. Her brain reels as she comes to terms with the stunning insight into her own character. She is a slut. She is a sex slave. She is owned by him.
And with this realization and acceptance of her new station in life, an orgasm consumes her, her eyes roll out of her head, her jaw slack as nonsensical words escape her lips. She is on a ride of sexual ecstasy releasing lightning flashes of intense heat that ejects violently from her sex.
She is barely conscience, her body pliable. This next training segment will stress her to the max. It is all about self-control. She must willingly hold still and accept anything that he or someone else wishes to do with her body. No jerking away when a particularly harsh cane strike lands on her flesh. No cringing as more weights are applied to the clamps on her nipples and clit and cunt lips. And no moving away as he fucks her ass with his cock and other instruments of torture.
He positions her limp body into a chair and props her breasts on the table’s edge. He connects the leather wrist restraints to cables across the table and pulls the chains tight until she is lifted from the chair and bent at the waist at table’s edge. Her large breasts are smashed into the hard wood surface, and reaching under her, he pulls each tit out to her side.
Moving quickly, he jerks the head of the table and separates the two halves. Her breasts drop through the gap and her chest cavity rests on the edges. In short bursts, he pushes the two sides of the table together until her breasts are pinched tightly between the two edges.
It has been his fantasy to have a slut with realistic udders. It takes time and is a painful process, but the female breast can be successfully reshaped without surgery. Udders with long thick nipples protruding from cone shaped areolas; dark areolas that span four or five inches in circumference. That’s his goal for her. Udders.
Working under the table, he connects the tubes and wires and engages the pump. Slowly, he places the large cow teat cups near the tip of her nipples, and wham, two thirds of her breast tissue is sucked violently into each tube. Her body lurches above on the table, but she is helpless to stop him. Fascinated, he watches as the tubes pull and release with impressive suction power. Her tissue is crammed into the teat cup and her nipples are pulled nearly to the tip of the eight inch tube. It looks like her entire chest cavity is being sucked into the powerful machine.
Soft moans vibrate into the table top above him as the pumps pull her breasts downward and squeeze the tips into the cylinders. Every intake of suction lengthens her nipples a tiny bit more, and as they swell, spread wider, thicker; nearly the circumference of a dime.
He slaps the dangling tits, impressed that the teat cups hold steady even as her breasts collide and separate, swinging to and fro as he smacks them like punching bags. Harder, his large hands slap at the swaying mounds matching the rhythm of the milking machine. Smacks, violent full-hand smacks, he admires the rapidly reddening skin from his unrelenting smacks.
The swollen breasts hang heavily between the table halves, pulled downward by the milking machine and gravity. Fully tenderized on the outside, it’s time to stimulate the milk sacs inside. He gathers one entire breast into his two hands and twists it like wringing water from a towel. Winding it tighter, the skin rippling and her cries of pain encouraging him to twist the entire breast into a tight cone, and still the teat cup retains its hold on her nipple.
When he releases the tit, her flesh unwinds and shakes violently; dark finger bruises and angry-red creases mark the pale flesh. He repeats on her other breast, then back and forth, twisting, squeezing, slapping, compressing, the pain in her chest is intense, overwhelming. If only he would do something else, give her breasts a break. They hurt a deep penetrating pain.
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