6: Training Begins
In her current state, the slave now known as fuckbunny was able to only doze for a few
minutes at a time through the night. She concentrated on the sound of her Master's
breathing, listening to the quiet snores of a satiated man for the first time and thinking
back on her experiences thus far. She'd been humiliated, degraded, abused, shaved
bald as a cue ball, starved, worked like a dog, and finally, after her virginity was stolen
in the most humiliating manner, fucked in all three of her holes. She'd undergone so
much in such a very short time, but knew there was much more yet to come.
The morning sun finally began to shine through the bedroom window, causing the girl's
Master to stir. Without so much as a glance at her, he got out of bed and walked naked
into the bathroom. Fuckbunny could hear the familiar sound of a man pissing, this time
not muffled by a closed bathroom door as when her father and brother would do it. She
heard the shower running. Oh, how nice a shower would feel right now, she thought to
herself, to wash away the filth from her abused body. She longed for even the harsh
spray of the fire hose, just to have some small semblance of cleanliness. She listened
as the water stopped, then a few moments later, strained to look up as her Master
reentered the bedroom, drying himself off with a towel.
"Ah, that was great," he commented to himself. "Nothing like a nice hot shower to start
the day." Tossing the towel on the floor, he fumbled for a moment to release
fuckbunny's restraints, then opened her cage. "Go get me some breakfast, then you
can start cleaning the place up," he said. "When you're done with that, your breakfast
is in he fridge."
"Master, may this slave take a shower, Master?" the girl asked, slowly stretching her
cramped, sore body. The singular glare she received in reply gave her the only answer
she needed. "Yes, Master," she acknowledged with resignation. She crawled off into
the kitchen, feeling dirtier than she ever had in her life, the dried remains of the night's
activities a hard, crusty filth over her body. She could even smell the evidence of her
recent abuse, the mixture of male and female fluids an odor that somehow aroused her.
She found that her Master had set out all the necessities for his breakfast; today, a
simple bowl of cereal with fresh fruit. Fuckbunny's mouth salivated at the thought of
fresh fruit. While she was dicing an apple for his fruit bowl, she gave fleeting thought to
just a single nibble, then became immediately angry at herself for such an idea. If her
Master wanted her to have fruit, he'd feed it to her. She was so upset at herself that
after slicing an orange into wedges, she wouldn't even lick the juice off her fingers.
Instead, she set the food on the table and crawled out to the living room, quietly
announcing that breakfast was served.
While her Master ate his meal and browsed the local newspaper, fuckbunny scurried
from room to room, straightening up. Stripping the sheets from the bed, she tossed
them in the laundry chute - there were other slaves who would take care of that - and
quickly remade the bed with clean, crisp linen. Likewise, the clothing her Master had so
casually strewn across the room earlier. However, still beating herself up over her
earlier inappropriate request, she felt the need to debase herself even further. Rather
than gathering his clothes up all at once, she crawled from room to room, carrying each
item individually in her mouth to the chute. When she found his socks, she made sure
to work each one fully into her mouth, nearly gagging on the nasty taste of his sweaty
feet. She did nearly the same with his undershorts, placing the crotch in her mouth
first, working her tongue over the stains and tasting his man odor.
Her actions were not unnoticed. The Master, seemingly engrossed in his newspaper,
was well aware of what the slave was doing. Even if he hadn't been paying attention,
the myriad of surveillance cameras surreptitiously placed throughout the apartment
ensured a permanent record was made. He smiled to himself, knowing this was one
special slave.
"Master, fuckbunny has completed her chores, Master," the girl finally reported,
kneeling submissively at his feet. Without a word, he went to the refrigerator and took
out a small container, which he placed on the floor.
"Why were you carrying my dirty clothes in your mouth?" he asked, a bushy eyebrow
raised questioningly.
"Master," she softly confessed, "the slave thought about eating some of its Master's
breakfast, and it needed to remind itself of its proper place, Master."
"I see," he said, making a mental note to record this in her file. "You may eat," he said,
removing the lid and displaying the contents to the slave.
Her file contained all her known likes and dislikes, including food. Naturally, then, the
food items a slave hated the most would be those fed to her most often. Today was no
exception; fuckbunny looked down in dismay at the slop in front of her, and recognized
bits and pieces of the food she detested the most. Lima beans...eggs...bleu
cheese...all floating in a clumpy mess of buttermilk. Fuckbunny nearly wretched at just
the terrible smell, but managed to stifle her immediate distaste and started to lower her
head.
"Wait," her Master commanded. "You only eat out of your own bowl, remember?"
Fuckbunny remembered. In particular, she remembered using that same bowl to
relieve her bladder the previous day. She slowly crawled to the sink, opened the
bottom cupboard and retrieved her multi-purpose bowl. Returning to her Master's side,
she waited patiently while he made a show of scooping the rancid-smelling slop from
one container to the other. Fighting to overcome her desire to gag, fuckbunny bent
down over the bowl and lapped it up as quickly as she could, the better to keep from
vomiting. After she was done, her Master waited patiently while she urinated in her
combination feed dish/toilet. She was surprised that she didn't have to shit; she
thought that after the way her bowels attacked the previous night, it would be a pressing
need. She was surprised when he allowed her to dump the contents of her bowl in the
toilet, instead of making her drink it.
"Okay, time to get you to class. Just do what you're told, and I'll see you this evening,"
he told his slave, snapping the leash to her collar once more and leading her out into
the morning sun.
To be seen in her current state, her body splotched with dried semen, blood, vaginal
fluid and sticky with lubricant, her face covered with the remains of breakfast, mortified
the young girl. Everyone would know exactly what happened to her, and would no
doubt assume she was a willing participant. That she enjoyed most of it was beside the
point; good girls didn't do things like she did, and even if they did, nobody was
supposed to know! As she crawled across the campus, she could feel the knowing
eyes of staff and visitors on her filthy, abused body. She simply wanted to curl up and
die, she was so ashamed of what she had become, of what had been done to her.
Even the embarrassment of her neighbors and friends watching her being led out of the
courtroom naked paled by comparison.
Fuckbunny's first class of the day, as luck would have it, was on personal hygiene and
the need to keep as clean as possible. While some of the other girls had obviously
been used the night before - perhaps even earlier that morning - none bore the extreme
signs as she did, and none stunk of used cunt, semen and shit as she did. The Trainer
- a live woman this time, not a video tape - gave detailed instructions on a variety of
areas, from proper oral care to the risks of douching too often. The students learned
how to take manage to get completely clean in a two minute shower, the best way to
remove the smell of urine from their breath, and how to thoroughly clean one's own
bowels with an enema. The videos shown were detailed and graphic, but there was no
actual hands-on experience. Fuckbunny left the room just as foul-smelling as she'd
entered it; perhaps a bit more pungent, actually, as the visuals had managed to cause a
reaction she still didn't understand.
Following hygiene class was another two hour session in the gym, this time with 30
other girls. Fortunately, there was nothing so cruel as the barbarous bicycle she'd been
forced to ride the previous day, but again, there was also no shower. After three
circuits on the workout equipment and a demanding three miles on the treadmill, a
quick drink of water was all she received. The stench of her own body now nauseated
her; sweat had caused the feces and fluids covering her body to reek even more. Even
the other slaves shied away from her, so debilitating was the smell. Fuckbunny was left
alone to wallow in her own dreadfully sickening scent as she struggled on the stair
stepper.
By now, it was the noon hour. It was time for the staff to have lunch, so there was a 90
minute break in classes. Slaves, however, are fed only morning and evening, so they
were put to work in the yard while awaiting the next session to begin. Fuckbunny found
herself mixing fresh manure into the mulch piles. Of course, this simply added to the
unpleasant smell following her, but she no longer even noticed it. It was hard, hot work
to be wielding a shovel in the blazing sun, but fuckbunny went at it with a relish, hoping
that perhaps her stench would get so bad that they'd have to allow her a shower. Alas,
her hopes came to naught, so she was led off to her next session covered now in cum,
sweat and cow shit.
The next several hours were spent viewing videos of various sexual activity, with
narration explaining the proper methods of such elementary techniques as deep
throating, ass reaming and the like. Again, the slaves were attached to the
computerized touch screens for their end-of-class examination. This time, wrong
answers were recorded rather than resulting in an immediate electrical shock; many of
the poorer-scoring slaves would find out the shocks would have preferable. Unknown
to her, fuckbunny scored third highest in the group of 90 girls - a record for such an
inexperienced slave.
Finally, just after being taken to the slave dining hall and given a meager dinner of
warm gruel, fuckbunny was taken aside and given a quick shower. There was no hot
water for her, but the soap, fragrant douche and warm enema allowed her to feel
somewhat clean. It was time for her follow-up medical exam, and it wouldn't do to have
the doctor mistake a fleck of shit or bit of dried blood for something more serious.
Another fairly complete physical, including a rather cursory mental health evaluation this
time, showed she was in fairly decent health, considering the physical and emotional
abuses she'd undergone. Blood and urine samples were once again taken to ensure
the initial diagnosis, but the slave was given a clean bill of health. Except for a few
scrapes on her knees and fatigue, the physician recorded, she was fine. Even her
piercings had healed, and notwithstanding the minor abuse inflicted on her labia rings
the night before, they could be now all be exploited just in time for her evening class.
She was led out of the clinic on a leash not attached to her collar, but to her nose ring.
Now it was time to begin learning how to fuck.
The classroom this time consisted of six separate areas, complete with a bed and chair,
equally spaced along the two longer walls of the room. Next to the foot of each bed
was an opaque plastic box. The floor was carpeted in the same material as the staff
apartments, except for a small rectangular area at the base of each bed. The slaves
were positioned in a kneeling position on the hard tile.
"Finger-fuck yourselves!" the male Trainer commanded.
Fuckbunny's right hand shot to her widely spread slit, two fingers immediately plunging
into her sopping hole. A moan escaped from her lips as she realized how good it felt,
and how wet she was. She reached up with her left hand to squeeze her breast - her
tit, she mentally corrected - and had barely done so when her world went white from a
kick to the side of her head.
"I said finger-fuck yourself, cunt, not play with your cow tits! Finger-fuck means just
that. No squeezing your honkers, no flicking your clit, no fingering your asshole, no
matter how good it feels. Just sit there and start jamming those fingers up your
fuckhole until I say ‘stop,' and don't even think about cumming!"
Fuckbunny barely heard the words as she struggled back to her knees, but understood
and began doing exactly as commanded. As the Trainer kept barking at her, she
continued to piston two, then three, then four fingers as far up her cunt as she could,
feeling the tissue stretch painfully. She could hear the squish-squish-squish as her
digits continued their assault, reveling in the sensation of having her hole gape open
even after her fingers were removed. The room quickly filled with the odor of the six
wet cunts - seven, if you counted the female Trainer, but she was wearing a black
leather jump suit, so even if she was wet, it was unlikely she contributed to the room's
distinctive odor.
"All of you, stop fucking but keep your fingers inside those wet fuckholes!" the male
announced. Once he was sure they'd all obeyed, he continued. "Spread your fingers
apart as far as you can. I want those cunts spread open far enough to take a bowling
ball!"
This was, of course, impossible, but the six very horny slaves did their best to comply.
Fuckbunny winced as she spread her fingers, moving them out until only the first
knuckles were still inside her, the better to open herself widely.
"Look how sloppy those cunts are," the female commented loudly. "I can't see why any
man would want a sloppy, loose hole to fuck when he could have a nice tight one!
What a bunch of slutty whores. Look how soaked those useless pieces of fuckmeat
are!" She continued to pile on the verbal abuse, causing some of the girls to blush in
embarrassment, but it only made fuckbunny that much wetter.
"Just wait until we get to double-fisting, an arm up your cunt and a hand in your ass!"
The words created a combination of fear and desire in fuckbunny, causing a wave of
dizziness washed over her. The male Trainer mistook her movements for an impending
orgasm and rewarded her with a hard blow across the face with his crop, raising a welt
on her cheek and bloodying her nose.
"YOU - WILL - NOT - CUM - WITH - OUT - PER - MIS -SION!" the female screeched,
as both cruelly rained blows across the dazed slave's body. Fuckbunny screamed in
response as pain coursed through her entire body, unable to form the words she
needed in order to explain. Losing balance, she toppled forward and cracked her head
on the hard ceramic tile. There was a collective gasp from the other slaves as their
sister lay unconscious on the floor.
"Keep working those fuckholes!" the woman screamed, refocusing her attention on the
other slaves. "I want those cunts so loose you'll have to use a pillow for a tampon!"
The five conscious slaves responded immediately, terrified of what this lunatic bitch
might do to them.
While the female ensured her charges were busy spreading their cunt lips, the male
quickly checked on fuckbunny. He noted she was breathing regularly and her pupils
were responsive to light, so made the immediate diagnosis that there was no major
injury. He waited only a moment before raising the slave to her knees, eliciting another
scream when he lifted her by the nipple rings. The lump on her bald scalp was
immediately visible, but there was no broken skin.
"Spread that pussy, cunt!" he commanded, as fuckbunny groggily tried to comply. He
wasn't satisfied with her efforts, though, and as soon as her fingers were planted deeply
into her cunt, he used his own to spread them even further. "Like this, bitch!" he yelled,
"Wider!" She felt as if she was being split apart at the legs, it hurt so bad.
The two Trainers made the slaves continue to their self-abuse for another ten minutes,
after which time they were placed in an ass-up, face-down position for inspection. Each
slave's cunt was quickly inspected and found to be swollen, sopping wet and gaping
open like an angry, weeping wound. Fuckbunny sobbed quietly at this new indignation,
tasting the snot and blood slowly seeping from her damaged nostril.
"Okay, bitches, turn around and face me!" the woman commanded. None of the girls
noticed that the male had left the room. "There are going to be times when your cunts
are going to be useless - like now - so today you're going to start learning how to please
a man without using that particular hole. Since many men like a to start with a good
mouth fuck, that's what today's lesson will be. Open your toy boxes and take out the
black dildo," she ordered.
Fuckbunny turned sideways and lifted the lid off the plastic box by her bed. Inside, she
saw were a variety of "toys," though she could hardly call them that. She didn't even
know what half of them were called, but quickly pushed aside the red ball gag and pink
butt plug to pull out a soft black latex dildo. It was completely realistic, down to the
veins, stubbly ball sac and slight bend. It was also larger than her Master's, she
realized. She turned to face forward again, holding it firmly in her hand. The Trainer
waited until all the slaves had retrieved the appropriate item.
"You are slaves," she pronounced quite unnecessarily. "Most of you will become the
property of men, and therefore you will begin right now to learn to worship the male sex
organ. Every time you see a photo of one, every time you touch the representation of
one, you will immediately treat it as your God. Your entire life revolves around the God
Penis. He is your reason for living, your only reason for being." Her prepared, oft-
repeated speech was meant to sound exactly as what it was - a sermon. "You love
your God, and you will do anything to serve Him. He is everything to you, and you are
nothing. Men are the altar upon which your God lives, and through men your God
speaks. Abase yourself before the representation of your God!"
Each of the girls reacted differently to the command. One lowered her eyes and
hugged the dildo between her swollen breasts. Another rested the base on the floor
and knelt over hers, sliding it inside her yawning cunt. Fuckbunny, though, did none of
these. Instead, she carefully rested hers on the carpet, head pointed towards her
naked body, and bent forward at the waist until her forehead was touching the floor.
The Trainer smiled, watching the girl remain in that position for a moment before
carefully sliding her body forward and gently kissing the bulbous head of the shiny black
dildo. She knew what fuckbunny was doing: paying homage to her God, prostrating
herself before Him and, perhaps, saying a silent prayer that she could learn to be a
good slave. In all these things, the Trainer was correct.
Their few moments of silent reflection and humility over, the Trainer began instructing
her charges in the fine art of cock sucking. Though each of the slaves had been fucked
in the mouth before, this was different. The earlier oral penetration fuckbunny had
been subjected to was for no other reason than to debase her and remove that
particular hole of it's virgin status. Now they were being instructed in the ways a slave
can give pleasure to her Master's cock. To lick it lovingly, paying special attention to
the sensitive underside and the area round the base of the head. To gently wrap their
lips around the head and gently suck, and then to lower their mouths over the shaft.
Fuckbunny followed her Trainer's instructions, keeping slight pressure with her lips
while she lowered herself as far as she could go, then a quarter of an inch further
before slowly riding back up the shaft and running her tongue around the head. Then
she repeated it, each time going slightly deeper until she could feel the tip touch the
back of her throat, causing her to choke violently. Her mouth maintained its grip,
however, and even through her spasm of coughing, she tried to wedge the dildo deeper
into her throat.
"That's enough," the Trainer finally told her. "We don't want your esophagus damaged.
You've done well for your first time. Give yourself an orgasm," she ordered.
By now, fuckbunny was so attuned to immediate, absolute obedience that she
automatically began frigging herself with her fingers, announcing her cum only seconds
later with a loud moan before collapsing. Even laying on the floor, she continued to rub
herself; she'd not been commanded to stop, her subconscious reasoned.. No matter
how much she tried, however, she was unable to have another orgasm. The Trainer
had ordered her to give herself "an" orgasm - just one - and her brain simply would not
permit her another. Still, she continued to hump her fingers, becoming wetter and
wetter with need, until she was finally told to stop.
"Slaves must be able to perform orally on women as well," the Trainer told the class.
"Unfortunately, I'm the only woman here today and I have no desire to let your scummy
tongues touch me, so you'll to pretend by practicing on each other. Just because you
have a hole between your legs, that doesn't make you female." The Trainer made it
clear that she didn't even consider the six slaves to be worthy of that title. She had
three of the girls lay flat on their backs and had the other three crawl to a position above
them, mouths to cunts, and then begin licking.
"Any woman who wants a quick cum can get a man or vibrator to take care of that.
Your job is going to be to make your partner as hot as you can, for as long as you can,
without letting her cum. I expect the slut on bottom to have cunt juice filling her ears
before either of you cums! On your marks - get set - go!" she commanded.
Up to this point, fuckbunny's only exposure to a real, live pussy had been at the training
center. Other than the couple of times she'd been clipped to one, she'd never seen a
cunt up close. Sure, she'd smelled and even tasted vaginal fluids over the past couple
of weeks, but licking another girl's swollen gash was something she never expected to
do. Even after becoming a slave, she never gave it any thought, and now that it was
time to get busy, she didn't have any idea what to do.
Fuckbunny was on her back, her partner's crotch just inches from her face. She began
to carefully examine the sight above her - she'd never even looked at herself in the
mirror before and seen what a real cunt looks like - and began cataloging what she
saw. She knew what caused pleasure in herself, so quickly equated those areas of her
own body with what she was seeing. From photos, she recognized some of the
landmarks - the clitoris, labia majora and minora; she could even see the torn remnants
of her hymen. The slave above her was obviously excited; fuckbunny watched as a
dollop of cunt drool slowly dribbled out of the girl's hole, clinging momentarily to her ass
before dripping onto fuckbunny's chin.
Then she felt her partner's tongue between her own legs, and a spasm ran through her.
Fuckbunny responded by initiating her own assault, wrapping her arms around her
partner's ass and pulling the girl's slime-covered crotch into her face. Rabidly she
attacked the girl's cunt, repeatedly flicking her tongue firmly over the erect clitoris before
she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. Her mission was not to force a
quick cum, but to delay it as much as possible. "Get cunt slime in your ears," she
recalled the Trainer saying, smiling to herself as she backed off.
Fuckbunny found the taste of her mate's pussy to be rather sweet, but a bit salty. She
remembered all the jokes about smelling like fish, and thought how wrong they were. It
was nothing like fish at all, she reasoned as she sucked a labium in between her lips,
giving the folds of the girl's hole gentle little kisses. She rubbed her face as deeply into
the folds as she could, knowing her Trainer would expect her face to be sticky with cunt
drool, then cupped her mouth over the hole itself and began attacking it, using her
tongue like a little penis and fucking it in and out. Her cohort's thick thighs covering her
ears, fuckbunny nonetheless heard a muffled scream as one of the other slaves
involuntarily announced an orgasm. She slowed her efforts, being rewarded with
a similar deceleration of the tongue between her own legs. Now she simply
concentrated on the periphery; licking the area around the clit, occasionally taking the
flat top of her tongue and lapping one continuous stripe from the asshole forward.
Every time she did this, the girl's legs quivered uncontrollably; she innately knew if she
kept up this particular action, an orgasm would result. Her aim wasn't to provide relief,
but to leave the other slave in need, so she used this particular maneuver with restraint.
By the time the Trainer pulled them apart nearly an hour later, both slaves were
saturated in the other's juices, but neither had cum. When the Trainer had the slaves
kneel in front of the mirrored wall, all fuckbunny could think of was how her bald head
looked like someone had poured lacquer over it. She turned her head slightly and
smiled; she did indeed have girl cum in her ear! Fuckbunny felt so nasty to see herself
with cunt juice drying on her face. She hoped her Master would let her keep it; she
wanted to wear it as a badge of honor for everyone to see.
