by Peter King
The meeting lasted less than an hour, as the regimen of the next few days were laid out and finalized. Sam then sent his men on their way; they had slaves to train. He sat back and watched a replay of his romp with Monica, thinking that for a mother of two she was a hot and sexual woman. Soon, he thought, she would discover the darker side of her life; Raul had that effect on women.
After he finished watching the video of Monica rutting like the bitch she was, he brought up some video of Maria, poor Maria. What he planned for her was the most demeaning form of slavery. Juan and his de-hooded brother Manuel were about to start her conversion from woman to bitch, a human dog. She was about to be reduced to a mere pet, a kinky toy for Sam’s amusement.
But tonight Sam reserved for Katia, proud that she had shown no signs of jealousy from other slaves encroaching on her territory. In fact, he saw how enthused she was to be a part of this escapade and this night he would reward her. The beating she craved would not only satisfy her slavish desires, but would leave the marks Megan needed to see to understand the gravity of her captivity. He looked at his watch and knowing he still had an hour before Katia would come, he went to his room and took a long hot bath to relax.
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When the brothers left Sam’s study, Manuel pulled a remote from his pocket and activated Maria’s vibrator. He set it to high, far more powerful than the first time. He knew that by the time he reached her she would be cumming like a whore. He wanted her nearly incoherent so the two of them could quickly move her to her training kennel. When they arrived at the door to the room she was in they could hear her screaming from delirious pleasure.
Juan opened the door, ushering his brother in, finding Maria thrashing in her chair. She was trying to escape the hyper pulsing head of the vibrator rattling her senses, but she was too tightly restrained. When the monster came to life in the dark room, Maria cried like a cat in heat, her highly sensitive cunt erupting into yet another climax nearly immediately. She fought like a tiger to lift herself off the pulsing bubble against her sex. The truth was the first session was so good that her body craved another round, reacting accordingly.
She never even noticed the men as they took up positions one in front and one in back of her. Juan, standing behind her, grabbed her head and tilted it back to stare into her wild eyes. Manuel grabbed her nipples at the same time, twisting them roughly. The fear welled up in her eyes, as she screamed up at Juan, “NO PLEASE STOP!”
Using one hand to grab her by the hair, he used the other to slap her back and forth across her cheeks, while yelling, “Bitches don’t talk, let alone ask for something! Speak only when asked a question and keep your answer to yes sir or no sir! Am I clear?”
Amid her screams and cries, she managed a pitiful, “Yes sir.”
He stopped slapping her, but Manuel continued to twist her nipples. Maria was recovering from the slap fest and was focused on the orgasm raging higher, moaning in abject misery as she stared up at her tormentor. She was afraid to resist as her body quaked from erotic pulses that just would not stop. He started to look blurry as her head spun, her nipples screaming in pain and her orgasm continuing its ascent. As they expected she soon succumbed and fainted dead away in their grip.
Working like a Formula One pit crew, the two men had her off the chair and carried across the dungeon to her new billet in just a few minutes. They brought her to a room that she would call home for most of her initial training. It had several items that would be used to teach her her new role, but none more blatant than the large doghouse in the corner with the sign that said, ‘bitch maria.’ But that was for later, as the men laid her limp body across a small table.
They positioned her so her head hung over one end and her ass nearly hung off the other side. Juan took her arms and tied them down to the legs of the table, winding coils of rope around each of them. Manuel used rope to securely fix her upper thighs to the corners of the table and then bent her ankles back to her thighs. Having finished with her arms, Juan joined him and they wrapped her legs with rope from ankles to knees. To finish, they tied the ends at her knees to the table legs with her arms, pulling open her pussy and ass cheeks.
Manuel moved to her head, while Juan positioned himself between her splayed legs. Maria was moaning, having a hard time breathing with her neck bent backwards as she was slowly coming around. Manuel lifted her head enough so she could see down her body when they roused her, his brother standing there with his cock out and at attention.
Manuel started tapping her cheeks, saying, “Wake up you little bitch. Come on slut, wake up.”
Maria opened her eyes, feeling dreamlike, until she saw Juan and his hard cock between her wide spread legs. The look dissolved into renewed fear, as the reality of this moment seeped into Maria’s addled brain. Juan just smiled and tapped his erection against her slick pussy, sending fresh jolts of pleasure into the susceptible girl. She could feel Manuel behind her holding her head up, afraid to move a muscle or utter a sound.
“Would you like my brother to fuck you bitch?” asked Manuel, tilting her head back so she could look up at him.
She thought she should say no, but that is not what they wanted to hear and it would have been a lie anyway. She replied, “Yes sir,” her voice sounding truly sincere, making her feel like a disgusting whore for admitting how aroused she felt right now.
“You are a horny little cunt aren’t you?”
“Yes sir.”
“You want Juan’s big cock in your pussy do you?”
“Yes sir,” her every reply making the humiliations grow, but that hard cock slapping her swollen pussy was driving her mad.
“Then you have permission to tell us what kind of bitch you are and how bad you want that cock. Make us believe you, or else!” Manuel barked, gripping her nipples with his fingers as a warning, as her head rested against his pelvis.
Trapped like an animal, her hormones raging out of control, Maria screamed, “I’m a horny little cunt and a bitch! Please fuck me sir, my pussy aches to feel your beautiful cock inside me!” praying it was enough to satisfy them.
Juan smiled and eager to feel her wet hole wrapped around his cock, he plunged his cock into her cunt until their bodies slammed together.
She screamed, “YES! THANK YOU SIR!” another orgasm erupting inside her steaming cunt.
Manuel slapped her tits hard, yelling, “We warned you about speaking bitch!”
As Manuel’s hands reddened her white orbs with his violent blows, Maria screamed incoherently. Juan’s cock sent her into another convulsive series of climaxes, now enhanced by the beating her tits endured. Her rapidly dwindling senses registered this new and painful humiliation, feeling lower than dirt as her body reacted to their cruel attentions.
As Juan pounded into her clenching pussy, Manuel jammed a ring behind her teeth and strapped it behind her neck. The delirious girl looked up at him with a vacant look in her eyes as he secured the gag in her mouth. She moaned and gurgled as he lowered her head with one hand and took his own cock out of his pants. He slid his cock through the ring and was pleased to feel the bitch lick the shaft of his cock as he slid it back and forth in her mouth.
“Lick it good bitch, when Juan is done it will be my turn. This is what you live for now, so you ought to get used to it,” said Manuel as he face-fucked the moaning girl. He only slid it half way in each time, not wanting to gag her, yet.
Maria moaned and ran her tongue over the shaft pumping in her mouth, now enjoying the feel of two cocks inside her at once and hating herself for it. She knew a lot of her friends considered her easy, and she did love sex, but what these people were doing to her was like taking a powerful drug. She had no control of her body anymore and her mind was rapidly becoming obsessed with these new and intense feelings.
As she wallowed in her pit of despair and perverted euphoria, she felt Juan’s cock stop and start to pulse deep inside her. The feeling of his hot spunk filling the folds in her pussy felt so good, making her f
The men switched places, and as she licked their mingled secretions from Juan’s cock, Manuel drove his rigid member into her sex. Maria was lost in a sea of carnal lust, surrendering to the helplessly delicious way these men were treating her. Her inner slut was free and she felt voracious, eager for more stimuli. Juan gave her what she needed when he started molesting her tits while she was tonguing his cock.
Once Manuel filled her with another load of spunk she was nearly incoherent, consumed by the massive orgasms she just experienced. Drained was not a sufficient description of her state of mind; empty was a more fitting term. It was like they drained the old Maria from her mind, replacing her with a ravenous sex toy only quenched when all her energy was spent.
As she floated in her stupor, Juan slid a board into a slot on the table behind her neck and rested her head on it. He looked at her half-closed eyes and saw the far-away look in them, knowing she was not likely to hear anything at this point. He removed the ring gag, but used a length of rope to bind her head to the board, wrapping it over her eyes and cleaving her mouth too. He knew that when she regained her senses the constriction of her head would elevate her anxiety and they wanted her stressed and confused.
“She didn’t get to clean my cock yet,” complained Manuel.
“Don’t worry brother, this bitch will get to know your cock quite well. I will take the first shift; you go get some rest. I’ll clean up her cunt and put on her paws, but I’ll leave her first enema for you.”
“Sounds good, I’ll bring her first cocktail back with me,” replied Manuel, now dressed and ready to go. He left as they would now take turns working on the girl, denying her rest and relaxation in order to squash her will. What Sam wanted from her required the most invasive dominance; she would rarely have a moment’s peace until she was full trained.
Chapter 6: Megan in her Cage
Megan knelt in the center of her cage, her knees hurting from the metal barred floor, but her options were limited. A metal collar was locked around her neck with a large padlock that was lying against her chest. Connected to it was a chain hanging from the center of the cage above her head. The cage itself was about four feet high and a little wider around, made of thin metal rods. It was circular and the bars bent inward starting three feet up and were welded together in the center where her collar chain was attached to it.
The devilish nature of her predicament was that the chain was too short to allow her to sit down and also too short to lean against the bars. She had two choices, to squat on her feet or to kneel. For now she was kneeling, but her knees were begging her to change position again. She was still naked, which bothered the normally shy girl, with her wrists locked behind her back and the crotch harness cutting into her privates. Thankfully Katia had removed the hobbles and the thigh cuffs before leaving her alone.
When Katia had brought her here and locked the collar around her neck, she considered resisting or at least protesting, but the throbbing burn in her ass kept her lips sealed. She remained docile as she was caged and chained, though now she wondered if she did the right thing. Cooperating seemed wrong, but the dull ache in her haunches gave her pause. Katia, a girl apparently happy to be considered a slave, confused her. How was that possible, she wondered?
Katia left her alone like this, telling Meg she would bring back some food when she returned. That seemed like an eternity ago to the collared and caged beauty, as she shifted from one position to another in her tiny prison. Her pussy still tingled from Katia’s earlier attentions, another dilemma for the young girl to process. Everything that was happening to her, and likely her mother and sister she thought, was just too bizarre to rationally process. This was something the practical girl could not quite understand, lust like the little itch she felt between her legs.
When Katia finally returned, Meg felt a sense of relief, something about the cute slave girl made her feel safe. At least as safe as someone could feel, naked and chained in a cage. Katia had a tray with her that held a large glass and a large piece of bread. Meg wanted to say something when she saw Katia, but remembered the rule of silence and not wanting more pain she kept quiet. Katia placed the tray on a small table and opened the cage door, crawling inside to kneel facing Meg.
The two girls stared at each other for a moment, Katia looking sweet and Meg feeling exposed. Katia was wearing her white tunic while Meg’s nudity embarrassed the chained girl. Katia reached up and released the chain from the top of the cage and using it like a leash, backed out of the cage making Meg shuffle out on her knees. She led her over to the table and Katia sat down on a short stool next to it with Meg kneeling between her legs.
“Are you hungry slave?” Katia asked.
“Yes,” replied Meg.
“Yes mistress is the proper reply, and if a man is using you, you will refer to him as master. Now let’s try again, are you hungry slave?”
“Yes mistress,” replied Meg, the reality of this perverted world sinking in to her psyche.
Katia picked up the piece of bread on the tray, broke off a small piece and offered it to Meg. The ravenous girl took it in her mouth and slowly chewed it, never breaking her gaze from the slave that was now her mistress. Her mind was trying to understand this whole scenario, but nothing made sense to her. Slowly Katia fed her pieces of the bread until it was gone and then she took the glass from the tray and held the straw in it up to Meg’s lips.
“Drink it all Meg, it is a special slave drink, full of vitamins and such to keep you healthy,” said Katia, knowing full well that other things were in the drink. It was a concoction that Sam had developed by a kinky doctor to nourish slaves, while pumping them up with hormones and certain drugs that would leave them more susceptible to his training.
Meg slurped down the drink, the feeling of emptiness in her belly slowly dissipating as the bread and drink filled her belly. When the glass was drained and returned to the tray, Katia told Meg to stand up and guided her back toward the cage. But instead of putting Meg inside it, she was shoved against the bars and her collar chained to the top of it. It was tight enough to force Meg to bend at the waist, the metal bars pressed tightly against her belly and breasts.
Katia pulled her legs apart and locked her ankle cuffs to the bars, leaving her naked sex exposed again, something Meg had yet to accept, embarrassing her once again. Then Katia finally released her wrists from behind her back, now anchoring them apart to the bars of the cage. This left Meg looking like she was hugging the cage, her pert rump jutting out, open and available.
Meg watched as Katia crawled into the cage and faced her from inside it, squeezing each of her tits between the bars six-inch gaps. Katia then began to suck on Meg’s nipples, causing the distraught girl to moan again, unable to resist the gentle feelings of Katia’s tongue and lips on her flesh. She made sure they were hard and erect before clamping them with tight metal clamps, causing Meg to cry in pain. She used a small metal clip to connect the clamps, pulling Meg’s nipples and breasts together, trapping them inside the cage.
The searing pains in her trapped buds made Meg forget the rule, and she pled, “Please mistress take them off, they hurt.”
“I thought you were a smart girl Meg, now you get twelve lashes for speaking. Do you want to make it twenty-four?” asked the impish slave, now out of the cage and standing behind Meg’s exposed ass.
“No mistress, I’m sorry mistress,” replied the defeated girl, cursing herself for speaking when she knew better.
Without another word Katia wheeled over a small stand with a vibrator mounted to it and positioned it just inches from Meg’s belted sex. She removed the lock holding the crotch strap in place and peeled the damp leather out of her crack and let it dangle between Meg’s legs. She then moved the vibrator’s head into place, pushing against Meg’s virginal cunt.
“Because I like you I will deliver your punishment while you feel something special,” said Katia, turning on the vibrator as she spoke.
The vibrations in her crotch made Meg gasp and moan, the intense pleasure far more than she could stoically accept. All her attention was focused on her cunt when the first blow landed, this time with a stiff bamboo cane. Her ass erupted in pain and she screamed from the shock, even as her pussy rumbled and pulsed from the assault it was enduring.
After each blow Meg could feel Katia rubbing the cane against her ass, while the vibrator just below it raged against her clit. Each blow was agonizing, but between each the pleasure between her thighs grew. On the tenth stroke something strange happened, as the pain exploded against her ass, her pussy erupted throwing her into a violent climax. More distressing was that the final two lashes made the orgasm more intense and her mind so much more confused.
After Katia discarded the cane, she draped herself over Meg’s back, grinding her body into the convulsing girl’s back, feeling her orgasm ripple through her flesh. She whispered into Meg’s ear, “We are all slaves to our libido, learn this lesson and your life will become better.”
“Yes mistress,” purred Meg, the vibrator sending her into a vulnerable state of mind. At that moment Meg was completely enthralled by her mistress, willing to do anything to keep the pleasure going.
Katia slid down her back, licking the concave furrow of Meg’s spine until she reached the top of the girl’s ass. Twelve red welts adorned her still pink cheeks and Katia licked her way across each of them. The pain Meg felt burning in her ass was juxtaposed by Katia’s gentle tongue, and she responded by having a second orgasm, even before the first ended.
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