Literotic asexstories – The Debtor Ch. 02 – Post Surgery Training by DirtBoss,DirtBoss
The surgeon had been busy with metal. She had flesh tunnels in her Labia Minora and Majora. The ring in her clitoris was paired with a post behind the clitoris holding the hood at bay. Her thick nipples had equally thick rings at the base holding rings between the areola and the base of the nipple.
There was a 1/4″ flesh tunnel through her septum. As she woke up all she felt was aches over her body from her crotch to her nasal cavity. The last addition she found was a piercing at the base of her tongue in her throat. It would take an eight-inch cock to feel this piercing as it was inside her throat. She had not realized that her tongue went that far down her throat. Inga visited her in the recovery bed.
“Now that you are recovering, we will give you some tops to go with the skirts and shorts you chose. More importantly you will learn how to use the new body Joe purchased. It added $92K to what your husband owed.” Inga let her know.
Bess looked at the body in the mirror. The only thing she recognized was her face and hair. The neck down was some slut she had never met. Including the dew that covered the bare vagina in the mirror.
Inga walked into her view and said, “You now belong to me, I will transform you into a money machine. If you are unwilling, you will be beaten. The more malleable you are the easier it will be on your skin and ass.”
Inga knew she needed to watch the piercings for the next four weeks. She began on Bess with simple commands. Bess spent the next four weeks with the mental training of the woman. She was after that put on a regiment with her mouth to continue the throat training.
The post surgically placed at the back of her tongue felt odd as the fake penis pushed over it and down her throat. By the next week her throat was no longer sore after swallowing the fake Joe cock. Inga gave her a 14″ monster fake cock to practice on.
In the meantime, Bess had learned to look elegant in her tallest heels and be steady in ballet boots. She had dressed sluttier and sluttier as the weeks went on. Inga started to work on her pleasing women.
This Bess took to like fish and water. Bess was having to put a towel between her own legs during vaginal and ass eating training. She found out she was a slutty little submissive. She had thought the larger breast would always be in the way. Quite the opposite. They helped keep her body angle right for servicing a vagina if the woman was on her back and an asshole if she was on her front.
It came time for Bess’s exam with Joe. It had been a month and a week since she agreed to go into Joe’s service. Her body and mind had transformed completely.
“How much to send my husband to you for training for 6 weeks?” Bess asked Inga.
“If you come back every week to give me and my girls some service, I will do it for $20K.” Inga told her.
Bess fell to her knees and pushed out her tongue to seal the contract with Inga. When Inga had finished her orgasm, sealing the deal she handed Bess a wet wipe.
“Joe will see you for dinner at 7 pm, his address is 7244 sparrow lane in Oak Acres of highway 22. A limo will be by to pick you up at 6 pm at your house.” Bess went to her stylist and repeated the process from her first, “date” with Joe. The exception was her pussy was already bare from laser treatments.
She had the stylist shift her hair color closer to a red from the natural chestnut. She told the girl that her makeup needed to be on the sluttier side. The stylist noticed the changes and complimented Bess.
Bess arrived home and found “Slave J” as she now knew him. Naked except for the cage Joe kept him in. Slave was now either at work or cleaning her home. She had bought him a fucking machine to milk his prostate nightly. His discharge was his Sunday night dinner after he had made Bess her meal. He ate on the floor at her feet.
It was the demands she had to allow him up out of the basement. He was now hairless and kept that way with bi-weekly laser treatments across his body and head. She allowed him to keep eyebrows and eyelashes. He tipped her stylist for looking at his pathetic naked body by eating her ass and giving her an oral orgasm.
Bess dressed in bright red heels; Candy had said heels made the outfit. A white sheer wrap dress. The stylist had done her hair in loose wavy curls. Her eye shadow was matching her hair. The waterproof liner and mascara should not run even when her eyes watered due to throat use.
She took and put a present into her purse for Joe. Inga had given her an area for Jim to work after he was trained by Inga, or Inga released him to work. Inga was going to take him shopping for work clothes during training and teach him how to wear them best.
“Tonight, starts the rest of my life, at least for the next 18 months. It will take that long to work off your debt, on my back. As the term goes. Wish me luck slave, if I can’t impress your bookie, your sex change starts tomorrow.” Bess told him. The limo arrived and Bess saw tears hitting the floor as Jim scrubbed from his knees.
Bess had the largest plug in her ass. It was four inches across. She now felt empty without it. Inga had given her back the right to control her own bowel movements when she could remove and replace it with spit alone.
Her jaw had been taught to take the four-inch plug and hold it while Inga used a strap on larger than Joe on her ass. Inga had also taught Bess to fake like a cock was hurting her asshole even when it accommodated easily, using the muscles there to squeeze the cock tightly.
Many things Inga taught other girls had come naturally to Bess once she embraced being a cum guzzling gutter slut. She felt like nothing was out of bounds if she was not marked permanently or injured. Hurt was another story. She loved for it to hurt. Inga trained her that some tops really got off on the quiet tears of their bottom.
The limo arrived and the chauffer let her from the car, assisting her out. She reached into her clutch and tried to tip the man.
“No worries, Joe takes care of me well. You have a nice evening.” The man said without looking away from her tits.
Bess was no longer worried by this. She was glad men liked her body. She did not mind at all. Bess saw him adjust himself while walking back to the driver’s side. If he was driving her home, he might get a tip anyway.
Bess elegantly walked up the steps and rang the bell. The door was opened quickly by a man in a Victorian butlers uniform. He showed her in and stood waiting.
“Bess, here for Joe, I am the 7pm.” Bess told him, hoping it sounded appropriate.
“If you wait here Ma’am, I will see where he and Eunice would like to receive you.” The butler replied.
Other servants moved through the house, all in Victorian dress and different levels of discomfort from corsets, collars, ballet boots, and levels of exposure. The butler returned and beckoned Bess to follow. They entered a room off the great room, the formal dining room, and a long hall that Bess guessed were bedrooms.
The room could be considered an office or a den. All dark leather furniture. Heavy desk with library shelves to the ceiling with leather bound books. A six-foot globe on a special stand was in the corner. Joe’s mom sat in one easy chair to the side and Joe was behind the desk. Bess entered and cast her eyes to the floor, clutch behind her back in both hands. Bess waited to be acknowledged as the butler closed the door.
“I have seen the training videos of what I invested in, let’s see if it as good in real life.” Joe stated.
“Before you go and get everything wet and sloppy, son, she is going to service me.” Eunice said. “Girl, get out of that dress and crawl to me. One of the servants will place your dress and your clutch at the door with the butler, it will be safe.”
Bess took a quick glance at Joe and unwound her dress; after removing the small bow that tied it to the side. She carefully folded it. Set her clutch on top of it and folded herself to the floor as Inga had taught.
She crawled, emphasizing the sway of her tits and the swing of her ass, again as instructed. Her mouth was held slightly open, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips, showing the post at the tip of her tongue. She was wearing rings through the many flesh tubes installed on her body.
She got to the front of Eunice’s knees, “May I give you an orgasm with this slave mouth Ma’am?”
Eunice lifted her dress up to her waist. “Remove my panties and fold them to the side. You may start with my backside then work upwards. I so like having any leftovers I missed wiping removed first.
Bess reached up to the waist band of the panties, Eunice wore and carefully slid them down her wrinkled legs. She knelt and folded the panties carefully giving full view of her breasts, rings, and a slightly open slut mouth for effect. Eunice could see slickness at the engorged lips of the submissive knelt before her.
“Before we start dear, stand and let me feel your snatch, It looks very aroused.” Eunice requested.
Bess stood, spread her legs shoulder width, and placed her hands behind her back grabbing the opposite elbow with each hand as if in a box tie.
“You are sopping, I like that, now back to your knees and my asshole, then my pussy.” Eunice demanded.
Bess began her proving trial with the older woman’s brown button. She worked on everything Inga had taught. Spreading the cheeks while driving the tongue studs into the muscles and stimulating them with flicks. She had strengthened her tongue with nightly exercises. She had used a racquet ball inside her mouth to give her muscle tone and jaw control.
Eunice moved her head up, “That was wonderful girl, now my snatch!” she demanded panting. “Oh my, she might be better than Candy, this one has potential Joe. She will make most lesbians quit their partners to pay her!”
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