by Mark Andrews
She was of course experienced in the art of fellatio and scooped up the quivering rod, beginning to work her lips back and forth over its exposed crown, while Barbara explained the technique to the newer girls.
“For best results, you must form your lips into a perfect ‘O’ and purse them tight as you withdraw from the organ and then release the tension as you drive back down on it.
“At the beginning, it will not be necessary for you to ‘deep- throat’ your master. Working on the crown alone will be sufficient, but then, as the session continues, you must drive ever further down the shaft until you have taken the whole organ into your mouth.
“With a large weapon such as Zang has, this will of course mean you must learn to take the head of his penis right down your throat. We will train you in this technique ... Now watch as Piggy here demonstrates ...”
‘Piggy’ indeed demonstrated. At first, as Barbara had indicated, she merely bobbed her head back and forth over the exposed crown of his glans but then, as he began to thrust further into her mouth, she responded, allowing his weapon full entry so that the blunted tip was actually ramming against the back of her throat. And then, finally, she thrust her head hard forward so that its whole length disappeared into her mouth and her lips were right up against his groin.
She pulled back slowly, her lips pursed tightly around the shaft until the crown emerged - but then she rammed forward again, swallowing the whole thing once more while Zang’s face went into a rapture of delight. Barbara explained that the girl was using her tongue to tickle the underside of his shaft as it withdrew from her mouth ...
“Now, one of the newer slaves can come forward and try it ...” Barbara cast her eyes over the nine slavegirls kneeling facing her and I grinned as I watched the expressions of terror and disgust pass over them all.
“Yes, Cunt-tease, you will do. Come forward and kneel before your Master ...”
Piggy rose gracefully to her feet and resumed her place in the line while Amelia uttered a sob - but quickly rose to move forward. Obedience had been whipped into her by now and although the repugnance for what she had just witnessed was clear on her face, so was fear. Fear of what they would do to her if she disobeyed or even showed reluctance.
She knelt in front of the naked Korean and stared up at his lithe, very muscular body. He was a handsome devil - all the guards were.
They were also very well built. Mary wasn’t going to have any ugly wimps around her and she chose the guards as much for their good looks and their muscles as for their intelligence. She also made sure they were not averse to using the methods she demanded to inculcate a proper discipline in the girls. And this included helping to train them in the new sexual arts they were going to have to learn before they were considered fit for sale to one of her clients.
“Now suck, Cunt-tease,” ordered Barbara.
Zang’s cock was still quivering. Piggy had not brought him to a climax. But Amelia would. This was the first lesson in cock-sucking for the newer girls and each of them was going to experience it. Once Amelia had begun to suck Zang’s giant cock, other guards would come forward and each of the new girls would be made to work on his weapon until he had jetted his seed down their throats.
They would then change their partners, new guards coming forward to replace those whom they had just sucked dry. The guards delighted in these ‘lessons’ and grabbed their girls around their heads, ramming their big dicks right down their throats, uncaring of their sensibilities. Barbara encouraged this. While at first the men were asked to restrain themselves, once the initial phase was over, the guards were free to face-fuck (and I use that word advisedly) the slaves as hard as they liked.
It was a brutal lesson but then Mary was concerned for our recovery, not the girls’ distress and in any case, the hard lessons were the ones best remembered. A little later on, when they were introduced to anal sex, it would be the same.
Right now, they each had to suck off three guards, by which time the first lot were ready for round number two. The girls’ faces were all haggard. They were streaked with dried cum and their lips were bruised and battered (as were their throats) from the constant attacks of the guards’ cock ramming in and out of their mouths. But still they had to kneel there, staring up at the naked bodies of the seemingly countless guards available to rape them orally.
Over and over again. They brought one naked Korean to a climax and then, after he had sheepishly stepped back, another one had come forward, offering his erect weapon to her very reluctant mouth.
Amelia hated it. I could see that. But like all the other girls, she knelt there obediently, her highly athletic body tanned from the top of her naked skull to the tip of her toes, her new muscles scintillating in the lights of the room, her now somewhat flattened chest trembling as she stared up at the next naked Korean guard to offer his body to her.
They were allowed to hold their partner and she did, grasping his powerful thighs and buttocks as she kept her head moving back and forth over her current partner’s loins.
It was indeed a brutal lesson - as were all those they learned at the camp. But one they, including Amelia, learned very well.
They had more such sessions, of course. One lesson was never enough and on each successive period, the time was extended and the girls’ techniques examined critically and improved until each could deep-throat successive partners without a qualm - and for very extended periods ...
And then Mary moved them on to their assholes ...
Chapter 5
If the slavegirls disliked learning to suck on the Korean guards’ cocks, they liked even less the lessons in which they learned, not only to take them up their backsides, but also to work their anal muscles so as to give their master of the moment exquisite pleasure.
“The anus can actually give more pleasure to a man than the frontal orifice, once it is properly trained,” Mary explained to me before we went in to watch Amelia take her first lesson in this discipline.
“It is naturally tighter anyway but also, the muscles down there are more easily trained than the frontal ones. Of course it is possible to train them too but in our case, that is no longer of interest.” She smiled at me and I sort of gurgled something or other at her. My mind was racing, however. Watching as Amelia was buggered by the huge cocks on the Korean guards (and others who were permitted in to sample the girls’ wares) was going to be a real pleasure.
Anal intercourse was something I had imagined was restricted to male gays. That females could indulge in something so horrible I hadn’t even thought of until meeting Mary. She further explained though, that as long as the recipient was thoroughly cleaned out first, the action was, or could be, very pleasant indeed for the male involved - and sometimes for the girl as well. Not that we care if they find it enjoyable or not. They will perform it - and do it to the very best of their abilities ...
“Enemas are something we have become quite specialist in here, Judy,” she said. “They can be used not only for cleansing the rectum but for punishment. Forcing a girl to take a couple of quarts of hot sudsy water into her anus - and then hold it there for an hour or so while performing hard exercise can be quite horrible. Let me demonstrate ...”
We had been taking tea in her sitting room but now she rose and went into the gym, selecting one of the more advanced girls, this one appropriately named Arsehole, and bidding her to accompany us. “There are many, many ways of administering enemas, Judy,”
she explained further when we reached the little clinic. “The one I am going to use today is one they dislike intensely as it slowly fills them while under effort ...”
She took out a flat clear plastic bag from a cupboard. It looked rather like a hot water bottle except in was quite flat, larger and had a strap connecting the bottom corners and a clear plastic tube with a nozzle on the end of it at the top.
Arsehol
e looked at her in fear as she now filled this container with very hot water and added some other ingredients.
“Soap to cleanse out her bowels,” she said, staring at the girl in glee; “itching powder to make her aware of the liquid; bicarbonate of soda to create effervescence and create wind in her rectum; and some more soap to really make the mixture froth as she runs ...”
When the bottle was full and the stopper replaced, Mary hung it by the strap on its bottom over her neck so that it hung upside down, right down the girl’s back. She screamed a little as the scalding heat seared her but she made even more noise when Mary squatted down behind her and after ordering her to bend forward and spread her legs and cheeks wide open, shoved the huge, dildo-shaped nozzle into her anus so that it closed right over the tiny clear tube once fully inserted.
Mary slapped her curvaceous, very muscly bottom, bidding her to stand up again and already I could see the level of liquid in the plastic container was dropping. Very, very slowly, but it was going down by degrees. We moved outside again and Mary gave her the fateful order.
“And now, hands up on the back of your skull, Arsehole, and off you go. Full gallop, round and round the parade ground ...”
I watched, very wide-eyed, as the young Amazon, who actually looked more like a bald Hercules, charged around the perimeter of the parade ground, the plastic sleeve slapping against her back but held in place quite well by the strap around the front of her neck and the close fit of the little tube that led from the bottom of the bottle down between her globes and then up into her rectum.
Soon enough, after about two laps of the parade ground, the bag was empty and she had half a gallon of very hot, soapy and irritant-laden water sloshing around in her bowels while running at full speed round and round the grass.
Her belly was distended. She looked to be a fair way into pregnancy actually and her stomach shook up and down in time with her chest muscles - not her breasts, for like all the other long term slaves, they had almost completely disappeared, but even the chest muscles on a man will shake up and down when he runs hard - and this girl was running at full tilt all right. She well knew that to slack here meant an even worse punishment.
“How long will you keep her running?” I asked Mary.
“An hour. Then she will be permitted to excrete the mess into the sewer trap over there - and then we will repeat the punishment ...”
“What has she done?” I asked curiously.
“Nothing. But punishment just because I wish to impose it is possible for any of them, any time. Very soon, we will do this to Cunt-tease and then put her on anal training ...” She looked up with a quizzical smile on her face. “You’d like to see her in this girl’s place, no doubt?”
“Would I ever,” I said.
“Good. We’ll arrange it for tomorrow. She can have the morning taking penal enemas - that is punishment sized doses, bigger even that this girl is suffering - and then her first anal buggering lessons in the afternoon. I think you will be intrigued ...
Intrigued wasn’t the word. Excited, eager, agog, would be better ones. I watched as Barbara prepared the plastic skin, filling it nearly full with very, very hot water and then adding the other ingredients and finally topping up the thing until it was full to the point it couldn’t possibly take another drop. Three quarts - six pints - three quarters of a gallon. It was going to fill her to bursting point, I
knew.
“We want this first dose to be one she will remember for a long, long time, Judy,” Barbara explained. I giggled. She would certainly remember this if the girl yesterday was anything to go by.
Amelia screamed as the plastic envelope, now puffed out like a pillow, was hung over her back. I had felt it with the palm of my hand and it was too hot for me to keep it there for long so I knew it would be even worse over her back. But she bent over and spread her legs and cheeks wide open when ordered to do so, eyeing the prodder in the guard’s hand warily. Mary forced the greased dildo up into her bottom and then smacked her curves smartly, bidding her to rise so she could complete pushing the dildo right up inside the girl (who didn’t look much like a girl nowadays).
Amelia was still moaning at the heat of the bag against her back but she was also now feeling the trickle of liquid filtering up into her rectum out of the little holes all around and at the end of the nozzle and while she couldn’t feel the heat inside her, she certainly began to feel an overall increase in temperature in her body. That would be made worse as she galloped around the parade ground and soon she would be sweating freely, partly from her exertions but also from the awful pain from her distended belly.
Mary, who now joined us, directed her to start running and warned her that slackness here would not be tolerated. “You had better run as fast as your legs can carry you, Cunt-tease, or you will be facing at least a day on the dildo inside. Make up your mind which is worse ...”
She knew without much thought which one she would rather avoid at all costs. The hour and a half she had spent on that monster in her first days had made her terrified of spending another minute on it, let alone a whole day. And so, despite the dreadful burning heat of the plastic bag hooked to her back and the slowly filling state of her bowels, she took off at full tilt, her hands properly clasped up behind her naked skull, elbows pulled well back to expose her now quite masculine looking chest and ran as hard as she could.
Running with your hands up behind your head it difficult to say the least and I know because I tried it one day. But when a burning hot enema is filling your rectum and colon and exerting an awful pressure on your belly, it is much harder still. Nevertheless, the fear Mary and Barbara and their trainers and guards instilled into these girls was paramount. Do as you were told - to the very best of your ability - right up to your limits, or face a far, far worse punishment.
She was doing this now. I gloried in the sight as I watched her running at full speed round and round the parade ground, the plastic envelope nearly empty now but her belly showing the evidence of where the liquid it had contained had gone. It was poking out in front of her now, just like it did with Arsehole, yesterday but on Amelia, even more so.
Her tanned body looked superb - if you like muscle-girls for she was even now far more muscular than say a female Olympic athlete. It was nicely tanned all over and as a quite sexless human being, she was already looking like the freak Mary was aiming for.
As she pounded around the perimeter of the grass, her thighs bunched and corded, forming into a tightly concentrated mass one second and then relaxing the next; her belly muscles writhed into fantastic shapes but always prominent, even with her belly poking out in front of her as it now was and her shoulder and biceps muscles formed up into the rounded balls that women so admire on a man, alternately relaxing and then flexing as her weight shifted from one side of her body to the other. Her buttocks also bunched and softened alternately as her body passed over one and then the other and it took all my self control not to orgasm as I stared at her body in this new, muscular state.
I think it may have been the fact she was already half-man/half- nothing that turned me on so for I have never been interested in women sexually. Of course, Amelia was no longer a woman. Her so naked groin testified to that and every opportunity I had I made her stand in front of me, legs and thighs wide open so I could examine her so bare groin.
It really looked incredible. There was nothing there. Nothing at all except the tiny bud that was almost invisible anyway. It was even less noticeable than her navel and since it was right in the centre line of her lower belly, the tiny stitch marks above and below it had blended in perfectly. If you didn’t know, you certainly wouldn’t be able to identify them for what they were. It really did seem as if she had been a quite sexless person all her life - as was the case with each of the other girls there, of course.
When Barbara called her over to have the dildo r
emoved after an hour of non-stop running, she was extraordinarily grateful. She wasn’t quite so pleased at being ordered to evacuate her bowels out in the open, over the opened grate of the sewer pipe while we all crowded around to watch.
And she was even less impressed still when Barbara refilled the bag and repeated the exercise - three times. She did as she was told, however; bending over each time to take the hated dildo up her bottom and then running as hard as she was able round and round for hour after hour as the liquid filled her bowels and then sloshed around inside there.
You wonder that she could run for an hour, non-stop? Don’t. These girls had been trained to be the strongest, fittest human females alive. Their whole lives to that point, at least in the camp, had been applied to acquiring muscle, strength and stamina. They could have run a marathon quite easily - two perhaps, and then made love all night afterwards - if they had had the wherewithal to make love with, that is ...
After she had had four such enemas, Barbara tested her rectum. She was made to lie along a short narrow table and draw her knees up to her chest but with her legs spread out obscenely wide open. The girls were always made to expose their bodies in as gross and salacious poses as they could devise for them but it was for another reason this time.
Barbara took a hose and shoved the nozzle into Amelia’s anus, squirting in a fair dose of clean cold water, then ripped the nozzle out smartly. “Excrete!” she ordered roughly, using the scornful, imperative tones we all did with the girls.
And as Amelia blushed, but did as she was bidden, Barbara bent down to examine the liquid now being expelled in little squirts and jets from out of my enemy’s anus. “Looks clear, but we will just make sure ...”
When she was sure the girl was empty of the cold water, she shoved the nozzle in once more, jetting about a pint inside her, then, as she yanked the nozzle out, held a glass tumbler at the orifice, deftly catching the clear liquid until the glass was full.
