Learning

Learning

by Thndrshark

Part 2 of 5

I discovered that if I leaned left for awhile, then right, I could take some of the pressure of my tortured knees. For what must have been hours, I did this, holding the slightly leaning position until the one knee still on the triangle couldn't stand it. I found myself getting wet again, but in trying to recreate the same motion to fuck my ass, I found the pain in my knees unbearable. I began to cry again, not from my inability to get the dildo up my ass more, but rather from the fact that I so desperately wanted to do it, and even that was taken from me. I tried everything, but could find no escape, and after hours found myself trying to endure the torture of my knees if only for a release. The orgasm came, but only just, and I fainted from the self-inflicted torture even as I was coming.

Adam took every opportunity to capitalize on my fantasies. I encouraged him, thrilled I had found someone who would not balk at the most bizarre fantasy. The thing I came to realize is that most of them were twisted fantasies that, once lived, were far too evil to endure. Unfortunately, I was forced to endure, and when done, my mind had broken to accept the new reality. After each experience, part of me wanted to ask Adam to ease up, but another part would stop me, not wanting to halt my chance to experience my dreams.

In quieter times, we would talk about our interests, sort of comparing notes.

"I've always wanted an ultimate slave girl," he said, with a gleam in his eye. "I want a girl I can take to the limit and beyond, someone I can transform into a real slave."

"Well, maybe I'm your girl," I said. I wasn't really sure I wanted to live out his fantasy. As he exposed me to more of his ideas, I found that a lot of what I had wanted were better as dreams rather than reality. Not that I didn't have fun, but I was a little afraid. "I mean, I would love to experience the life of a slave for a set period of time, see what it's like."

"I'd enjoy that," he said. "Maybe we should talk." And with that, he changed the subject. Just the look on his face made me nervous, but excited as well.

A week after my first experience as a slave at the party, Adam handed me a scrap of paper with an address on it.

"Show up at this room on Thursday at 11:00am," he ordered. I waited for further instructions, but he offered none.

The neighborhood proved to be seedy, and despite the late morning, I was still nervous. I hadn't worn anything revealing, but even my simple dress brought a lot of attention. I was happy to find the low rent hotel and, sliding quickly past the druggy attendant, made it to the stairs and headed up.

Knocking on the door, I was relieved to see Adam, who smiled and took my hand. The hallway alone instilled fear in me. The hotel was obviously used by many a prostitute or drug dealer, and it looked it. I wanted to ask Adam what was up, but knew better.

"I need to blindfold you, first," he said as he closed the door behind me. I turned my back to him and he slipped a soft leather pad over my eyes. He took my hand and led me into another room. "Take off your clothes." I obeyed, slipping my dress down. He had insisted I stop wearing bras or panties, which was exciting to me. The cool breeze that liked to run up my dresses was exhilarating.

Standing naked, I could feel him touch me feet, slipping off my low pumps and replacing them with something else. As I set my foot down, I found the new shoe with an immense heel that practically forced me onto my toes.

"Seven inch pumps," he mentioned as he put the other one on as well. While I teetered in them, I could feel a type of ankle cuff slipping on, then a lock clicking into place. "The shoes are now locked on," he said. "Just so they don't fall off." I didn't know what to say, so I didn't, focusing on the contorted position of my feet. The ballet shoes before had been painful, but these bent my toes back harshly, making my foot flex unnaturally. I wasn't sure how long I could stand in them.

Adam took my hand again, leading me a short distance, where he placed me in a particular place, setting my feet a good three feet apart. Once again I could feel him lace a strap around my elbows, then yank them together. A second strap held my wrists and he turned to the hair. Once again, he made a ponytail, then laced it through my elbow bondage, pulling hard until I grunted at the strain, my face pointing toward the ceiling and my neck bent back severely. He carefully bent me over at the waist, until I could tell my body was horizontal to the floor. He added a waist cincher, then a few attachments from it and from my elbow bondage.

"Hold that position," he ordered. I could hear metal against metal, as he attached some sort of apparatus around me, but nothing as yet was touching me. I began to relax a bit, letting my shoulders drop slightly, when I jerked back into position. Something sharp had poked me under my chin. I could hear Adam laugh as I froze in position, wondering what I was getting into. Finally, he removed my blindfold. He held a large mirror up so I could seem my predicament. Positioned around me were a series of metal bars, all holding sharp points close to my skin. A point held two inches below my chin was what had poked me. I could see two more like it on either side of my face, pointing at my cheeks. As he moved the mirror down a bit, I could see under me, and I moaned. Rings of needle sharp points were held around my dangling breasts, dangerously close to touching my skin. A group of four rubberized cords connected from each side of my waist belt and my elbow bondage to the ceiling. I could tell they were designed to save me if I should faint, but their stretch would still force the sharp points against me. To show me the danger, Adam reached out and pinched my nipple hard. I jerked back in reaction and my tit struck the side. The points were sharp and painful. It took me a moment to find the right center position, but finally I did. I looked up at Adam.

"I hired a pimp for you," he said. "He'll hire you out to as many men as he can get. They all know that you will suck their cocks or let them fuck you up the ass if they want. What they don't know is your situation. If you can't see, I've positioned spikes around you so if you move more than a couple inches, they will hit you. Some aren't too sharp, like the ones along your back, but others are, like the ones around your tits or up the inside of your legs. There's a whole pincushion positioned below your bare clit, so don't slump down at all either." Adam leaned closer, making sure I understood. "You'll be like this for almost five days. I want you to beg every man to let you swallow their cum. And you better swallow them all, because that's all the nourishment you'll get. And if I find out you weren't cooperative with any customer, I'll keep you like this for a month, but I'll block your mouth open so you won't have a choice." He patted me on the head. "Be a good whore now." And he left.

By Monday morning, I was sure I'd prefer to die. My legs were heavily cramped from such a long time standing in the horrible shoes. I could feel trickles of blood still running down my legs and breasts from my last near collapse. I had to struggle to avoid passing out, which would have been the worst thing to do. I could only taste cum now. My entire mouth was coated with the sticky film and my stomach full of it. I was coated head to toe with cum as well, not everybody able to hold out for my mouth, or not everyone granting my request. After my first half dozen "customers" I had realized a humiliating fact. When someone fucked my pussy, it was nearly impossible to keep from pressing my clit against the pad of needle sharp points below me. I knew I had to beg them to fuck my ass, knowing my mouth wouldn't be enough. As the door opened with my seventh customer, I groaned when he came into view. His pants already off, the large man was well hung. His cock must have been close to ten inches long, and nearly two inches wide. He was standing slightly behind and to the side of me, looking on wide eyed.

"Master," I said. I called them all master. "May this slave beg you to fuck her in the ass, then come in my mouth?" Tears began rolling down my face, the humiliation of asking for an ass fuck too much. So far only one man had used my ass. I could still taste my own feces from his cock.

"Well, bitch, it seems you don't have much of a choice. I think I'll fuck you in all your holes." I groaned as he stepped in front of me, holding the massive piece of meat to my lips. "Get me all nice and wet for your pussy, slave." I opened wide and he shoved it in, forcing it deep into my mouth. I frantically licked and sucked, feeling his cock hardening as it pushed down my throat even further. After a few minutes, he pulled out, then moved to my pussy, shoving in hard. I screamed, both from the shear size of his cock as well as the pressure of his body forcing me against the breast pins. As he sank in deep, the thickness pressed my clit out, pushing it hard against the pins. I screamed again and he began pumping, grinding my sensitive clit into the sharp points.

I struggled to stay alert and finally he pulled out. I was relieved, until I realized he meant to put his cock in my ass. I couldn't complain, so simply moaned as I felt the head touch my anus. With a strong shove that pushed my chin against the point beneath it, he forced his cock in, then began pumping in and out. My ass was on fire, and I was sure it would be ruined from tearing, but he ignored my tears and pumped hard.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and moved around to my face. I could feel my anus held wide open, as cool air touched my insides like never before. As I looked up, I could see the huge cock he held before my lips. Still glistening from my pussy juice, as well as a slight brown tint from my own ass, he pushed it toward me.

"I want to cum in your mouth, but don't swallow until I say, you hear?"

"Yes, Master." I opened my mouth, trying to fight back an urge to throw up. He placed the head and the first few inches on my tongue and I dutifully began to lick. The taste was horrible, far worse than the last cock that had been up my ass, but I was afraid of what Adam would do if he found out I had tried to refuse. I sucked and licked, new tears pouring down my face. I could tell he was close to coming, and I opened wide. With a burst, his load struck the back of my throat and quickly filled my mouth. I tried to keep it all in, but the volume was too much. I could feel some of it beginning to pour from my mouth, and down my chin.

"You bitch! How dare you waste my cum!" He forced his cock in deep, shoving it down my throat until I could no longer breathe. I panicked, not knowing what to do. This guy could kill me simply by letting me suffocate on his cock. I tried to appease him, licking and sucking on the part in my mouth, but I could feel consciousness fading. Just before I did, he pulled his cock from my throat and walked off. I struggled to maintain balance, wondering what my failure would bring next.

I met my pimp then, a large man with a bad temper.

"Mr. Pearce says you disobeyed him. I'd call your Master but I'd just as soon deal with this my way." With a sudden stroke, he landed a cane hard on my ass. I screamed in pain, but he added another and another stroke. I had no choice but to take it. Any motion to get away hurt just as bad. Even the force of the caning caused my knees to buckle, the points cutting into the skin on my legs, with my tits suffering the same. I cried openly, bawling out loud like a child as he laid stripe after strip on my ass and upper thighs. Finally, after what must have been fifty strokes, he quit.

"It will be worse if you disobey again," and he left.

In the depths of my humiliation, I obeyed. For the next three days, I serviced a man every fifteen minutes, with several double penetrations as well. I swallowed all the cum offered to me eagerly, not wanting to face any more punishment. For the first time ever I had reached a level of submission I didn't know existed. I was truly submissive, convinced that this was my lot in life and I would perform this duty until I died. My body became a group of holes designed to please these men only, serving no other purpose for me. By the end of my time as a slave/whore, I had been broken like never before.

End of part 2