The masochistic tendencies that were latent her entire life are now alive and causing her monstrous distress. Her need for pain of this magnitude is not necessary, but somewhere inside her soul, she knows that it is welcome.
Leaving the toothbrush vibrating in the tight cervix channel, he scurries to the bench and returns with an inflatable cock gag. Rearranging the straps around her head, he secures it and the belts.
Biting pain seizes her as the toothbrush resumes its journey towards her womb. It almost feels like a plumber clearing the pipe of debris to gain full access and creating a tunnel to boot. Unlike a clogged drain or pipe system, this pain consists of three parts cramps, three part sharp pinpricks, and three parts excessive heat.
Another hour passes and still he continues to ruthlessly terrorize her womanly area. Bored with the toothbrush, he sits back to enjoy another two fingers of Jack, all the while, he watches as her body contorts, shakes, spasms, vibrates, shudders, all motions are involuntary.
The monitors above her begin to scream warnings of her adverse physical responses. She gives in to a very welcome state of unconsciousness.
He is giving her body a respite, obviously, not a long pain-free respite with what he has planned for her next treatment, but a respite nonetheless.
While she is unconscious, he spreads the soothing foam and thickly covers every gel-saturated area. To demonstrate that he does indeed have a less than black heart, he coats the toothbrush with the antidote and drives it inside her cunt, cervix, and the tunnel to her womb, easing her suffering a bit more. He never penetrated her uterus; some things are best left to the doctor.
A whiff of smelling salts and she is startled awake, eyes blinking against the bright overhead lights, coughing with the cock gag still firmly embedded in her mouth. After removing the gag, he kisses her, a passionate knock-your-socks-off kiss, his tongue probes deeply into her throat, sliding along her gum lines, and tracing the roof of her mouth.
A sensuously well-choreographed dance between his mouth and hers continues for several long lust-filled minutes. Neither breaking contact even as salvia flows smoothly from his mouth to hers and vice versa. The kiss continues and their joint desire builds to an amazing crescendo … her cunt warms and produces droplets of feminine juices; his cock swells and drips pre-cum.
Several more minutes pass and still they are locked in that kiss; it transmits a million unspoken words between their oral cavities and sensory receptors. She licks his tongue as it flicks in and out of her mouth like a lizard. She circles it with her tongue hoping to hold it captive in her mouth.
You can see the words carved into her partially closed eyes, “she adores his tongue.” Her hips sway seductively in search of a cock to fuck her. His hand presses into her breast and compresses the tissue between his fingers; he loves it when she moans and grimaces. Squeezing tighter, his fingertips bury deep into the entire breast, bruising her flesh and she pulls away from him.
She did the unthinkable. She broke the magic of that moment, that spectacular kiss, by pulling away. He straightens up and glares at her in disbelief. After all she has been through, still she has not learned or accepted that he owns her body and can do as he pleases. Her only choice is unconditional acceptance, and pulling away is unacceptable behavior that must be dealt with.
There really is no way to avoid punishment. She violated a basic rule and knows better, or should. He steps away from her and pours himself another two fingers of Jack. Sinking into the easy chair while closely observing her, he racks his brain for an appropriate punishment.
This is the second time she has rebuffed him, apparently his prior punishment was not memorable enough to ingrain that rule into her thick dumb head. He really does not enjoy punishing her, training is different than punishment. Punishment is brutal and serves no purpose other than to get her attention. Training teaches her to deal with pain on a highly sexually charged masochistic level.
Silently crying, her chest heaves from the dam about to burst. She knows what she did, but in her defense, it was an involuntary movement. She had almost manipulated him into fucking her with the breathtaking kiss. He was ready to mount her and she was more than ready for him to do so.
She has no idea how to recapture that moment of co-mingled passion. Her frustration increases as her hope to be fucked is replaced with a somber, anticipatory expectation of imminent intense torture for her misstep.
Nothing has diminished her need for him to fuck her with ruthless abandon. She needs him to brutally pound into her canal, cunt or ass or both, she doesn’t care. If only he would just fuck her and stop playing these foolish control games.
The doctor arrives, a bit out of breath and apologetic for his lateness. He once was a premier plastic surgeon until he lost his medical license many years ago. Now, he specializes in “off the record” exams, hormone therapy, and body modifications for sex slave owners and in particular, the S/M group. He will mold your slave into anything you want through untested surgical procedures, as long as the price is right.
Welcoming his old friend, the Master discusses her persistence in not yielding to him. He carefully outlined her training so far, and was hoping for suggestions to encourage her to control her body even when molested or hurt. Pouring some Jack for the doctor, the discussion carries on while she strains to hear.
The two men leave her alone in the sub-basement, naked, fastened to the gynecological chair, and whimpering as bright overhead lights blur her vision. The doctor gave her several injections before they left and now the effects are slowly unfolding inside her.
A flush of heat spreads through her and colors her skin a dark crimson red. She thinks she is having heat stroke; it started slowly and progressed quickly.
A crawling sensation takes root just under the surface of her skin. Like a ferret burrowing between layers of bed linens, it feels like something is tunneling between the thin layers of her tissue creating a collapsing tunnel in its wake; the sensation occurring everywhere in her body.
The phenomenon is so dramatic that she is stunned when examining her arms. All the activity is under the surface, not even a ripple can be seen. It is certainly not painful, but it is not pleasurable by any means.
Changes are also occurring in her bruised and battered tits. Thick white liquid oozes from her nipples, her breasts feel especially heavy and are fuller than they were even after the two cups of saline he injected several days ago.
Resembling a tiny cock, her clit floods with fresh supply of oxygen-rich blood and quivers with excitement. She clenches and unclenches her butt cheeks as her cunt and ass tremble and beg to be fucked.
Heavily panting sounds from her breathing is all that can be heard. A thin film of perspiration completely covers her; even her hair is drenched from sweat. She is exhausted but unable to relax or even attempt sleep. There is so much activity going on, almost like several Olympic games are being played out simultaneously inside her body.
Yet outwardly, she is the same. No movements, actually, she can’t really even feel her skin, can’t even sense it. It’s like her skin is no longer a part of her. Really, nothing is a part of her. She is simply an empty vessel for her sadistic Master to use as he plays out his fantasies and fetishes.
Pheromones of the highly oversexed female circulate throughout the sub-basement broadcasting that “a bitch is in heat and ready to be bred.” Yet she suffers in silence. A painful, excruciating suffering silence while the two men discuss her future sitting in front of a warm fire and sipping Jack.
The two men have made a decision on the appropriate punishment. She was, in her former life, a business owner, socialite, and public figure. Those roles kept her in public view and fed her ego as she rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous through the many organizations of which she was a member.
Public humiliation would go a long way towards her responding and behaving appropriately. A large animal auction was being held the next day in a horse and cattle town that lay just beyond the outskirts of the city. And as with all auctions, there is a “sample” room where potential buyers can inspect animals before bidding on them.
When it comes to high bred studs, the more semen they produce in conjunction with their ability to mount and breed on command is an incredible selling point and a tremendous source of profit for the prospective buyer. Obviously it is near impossible to find a mare in season when the stud needs to show-case his fucking skills, so a stand-in is always welcome.
Sellers flock to the board that advertises female horse fuckers. Each seller needs to line one or two up for use during the two-hour perspective buyer’s preview. An effective horse fucker can urge a horse to cum up to three, a few gals even four times during the two hour period.
Since this would be her virgin voyage into the horse-fucking trade, he and the doctor decided not to charge the seller for her fees. But before she can take a horse cock, her cunt and ass have to be stretched, and stretched fast with only 16 hours before her services will be needed.
The two men head to the sub-basement and when they first opened the door, they are nearly knocked over as the pungent smell of a woman ready to be fucked assails their nostrils. Her scent is light, almost sweet like a fine sweet white wine. As the men navigate the steep staircase, their cocks respond to the aroma of her sexual excitement that greets them as they near her body. Cocks swell beneath their robes and large pointy tents lead the way as they walk towards her.
Master was hoping her first public display would be just that; a display of her tits three or four cup sizes larger from lactating, and her breasts looking like authentic cow udders. Unfortunate, only colostrum dribbles from her nipples.
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